A Most Unlikely Story – Part 3
Disclaimer: All names and places belong to J.K. Rowling and I am in no way receiving any money for this story. This is for the sole amusement of slash fans. This is rated NC-17 and as such should not be taken lightly. You have been warned. If I forgot to disclaim anything else, I am sorry. This is my first slash in writing.
Warning: Sexual content, slight kinkiness, Harry/Draco
Caution: Plot Development . . . scary, I know
Author: tubazrcool
Where we left off
Draco smiled at Harry, glad they could be together. Draco kissed Harry again, and it got a little rough, leading from one thing to another until he lay breathlessly on the floor beside Harry. 'Oh,' he gasped. 'This feels so right! I guess they were right when they said "opposites attract."' He watched Harry smile and realised that he would never again hate him. They had been too intimate over the past week. He decided he didn't feel like insulting Harry's friends anymore, not after they accepted their relationship.
Harry felt great. He couldn't agree with Draco more about this feeling so right. His stomach was hurting a bit, but in a good way. He moved his hand on top of Draco's and they stayed holding hands for quite some time.
In the common room again
'Just promise us this, Harry, no details!' Ron nudged his friend in the shoulder after he had come back from his "meeting" with Draco.
'Well, at least you two are almost doing it correctly!' Hermione said, a mischievous grin on her face.
'How do you know what they did?' Ron quipped. At a 'how do you think' glance from Hermione, he yelped, 'Hermione, that's sick! You didn't erase the charm? And how can you see their bodies, I thought it just reflected the head?' Ron closed his eyes for a moment, disgusted at himself for not coming up with a better, less "hidden message", phrase.
'I panned out the view,' Hermione explained, bypassing the double entendre. 'And, besides, I just want to make sure they're doing it properly. They could hurt themselves . . . front and back . . . if they're not careful.' When she said 'front and back,' she got a grin from Harry, but a rather disgusted look from Ron. 'It's not as if I don't know what one looks like anyway.' With incredulous looks from both Ron and Harry, she added, 'I've read books on it.'
'What books don't you read, Hermione?' Ron asked.
'Well, I happen to think it's good to be well-informed on a variety of topics. I read everything I can. Unlike some people, I can actually develop what is known as an "open mind."'
Ron shook his head, not believing that it was Hermione saying all this. Hermione, the perfect one, was reading sex books. He was sure Harry was thinking the same thing. Harry had grinned when Hermione had said the word "open."
'It was in a collective book,' she continued. 'It's not as if I picked that particular subject. It was a rather nice read, if you want to borrow it.' At Ron's 'are you mad' look, she turned her question to Harry, who eagerly nodded his head. Ron threw up his hands and opened his Charms textbook to study for an upcoming exam. Hermione went to retrieve the book. Harry sat and watched the unlit fireplace until Hermione came back down with two books in one hand.
'You have two?' Harry asked.
'No, the other one's a Charms book we're supposed to get in our seventh year.' She handed him the bigger of the two books and warned him in a low tone. 'It's pretty detailed – the writing and the pictures.'
Harry thanked her and started reading. He opened to the table of contents and looked for homosexuality. Finding that, he turned to the designated page, reading the different techniques guys could use to pleasure each other. He hadn't known there could be so many.
Whenever Harry had the time over the next week – not in class, doing studies, or around a lot of people – he read the book. There were certain spots that could stimulate a guy and different things to do to each other. He actually got rather excited about giving Draco a blowjob, but he didn't want to hurt him. There was a section in the book about what not to do and Harry read through that thoroughly. Some of the pointers were no-brainers, such as not to use teeth, not to apply too much pressure to the testicles, and so on. But one of the tips caused Harry to make a "whoops" expression with his mouth. He read over the line again. Never enter a man's rectum without applying charms or a lubricant – lotion, cum, saliva, potion, or gel – as the tissue may rip if too dry. Well, he didn't think Draco or he had been ripped; he hadn't noticed any blood. However, he wasn't taking any chances. He read over another passage that told him there was a vein at the base of the penis that, if sucked, would be very pleasurable.
He closed the book and went up to his dormitory, noticing Hermione's house-elf hats. He shook his head and grinned. Then an idea came to him. He silently whispered 'Dobby!' and the little house-elf appeared, looking very happy and wearing a tower of Hermione's hats and loads of socks.
Dobby bowed and squeaked, 'Hello, Harry Potter!'
Harry smiled. 'Dobby, I was just wondering if it wouldn't be too much trouble to get me a fresh carrot. I'm a little hungry.' He had thought something more realistic, like an ear of corn or a cucumber would have been more suspicious.
'Yes, Harry Potter, sir, Dobby would be delighted. Harry Potter saved Dobby's life. Dobby is grateful, sir.' Then he had disappeared and soon reappeared with a fresh carrot in hand. 'I hopes Harry Potter enjoys his midnight snack.'
'Ta, Dobby,' Harry said, taking a bite from the small end so he didn't look as if he was waiting for Dobby to leave. But as soon as he had finished his sentence Dobby had been off and Harry continued up the stairs. He opened the door as silently as possible and closed it with just as much wariness. The other four had gone to bed earlier and Harry climbed into bed, drawing the curtains close, again careful of the noise. He heard someone call his name.
'Yeah, Ron?' he whispered, as loud as he dared.
'You and . . . you know . . . you're both happy?' Ron sounded as if he was still iffy on the subject.
'Yeah, real happy,' Harry said. 'But you and Hermione come first, you know that, right, mate?'
'Yeah, Harry,' Ron replied, sounding relieved. 'I know.'
Harry turned to go to sleep, but remembered his carrot. He decided to get comfortable licking it before he wanted to put it entirely in his mouth. He found that it sort of aroused him every time his tongue ran tentatively up and down the length of the vegetable. He could feel his momentum building as he kept licking the carrot. He flipped the carrot so that the thick part was on top. The momentum kept increasing and the desire to start sucking soon overtook him. His mouth covered the top of the carrot and he started to suck on it. He only went further after he was comfortable with the current depth. He soon went too far, which caused him to gag. He tried to muffle his cough/gag, holding his blanket to his mouth with his hand. He tried to think how he would be able to get over that in seven days. He then inspected the carrot for any scrapes that his teeth may have made, and only noticed two small specks of peeling. He decided to try that again tomorrow night. He slowly chewed the carrot and then went to sleep.
In the Great Hall for breakfast
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting on the bench – in that order – and talking to each other. 'Hermione,' Harry asked in her ear, 'how am I supposed to stop gagging?' Hermione presently coughed up a bit of her toast in startled surprise.
'Err . . . practise makes perfect?' she said with a smile and a blush, not knowing what exactly to say. She turned her head back to keep reading the Charms book.
Harry nodded, knowing that he should probably do just that -- practise. He flicked his eyes over to the Slytherin's table every now and then, discreetly looking for Draco. He didn't see him and thought he may have already finished or not come down yet. Hermione and Ron got up from the table, and Harry got up with them, remembering that there were classes to go to today. The trio headed to Professor McGonagall's classroom for Transfiguration, where he got five points taken away from Gryffindor for not paying attention. He was actually wondering where Draco could have been. He was just about to tell himself that they had Double Potions today and he would see him there when Professor McGonagall yelled at him. After the bell rang for Transfiguration to get out, Harry and Ron went up the flight of stairs to Divination, leaving Hermione to her Arithmancy class. Professor Trelawney was just as weird as usual, but Harry noticed a slight look of surprise in her face when she passed him as she moved around the class. She didn't even dish out death predictions about him. After that gruelling double period, they travelled back to the Great Hall for lunch. Harry didn't catch Draco at lunch either, and was sort of worried for his blonde-haired lover.
As the trio descended to the dungeons, they took their places in class, setting up their cauldrons in the regular spots. Snape entered a short while later, his robes billowing in his wake. He turned around and lazily flicked his wand at the board. Directions for a rather complicated (two-person) potion magically appeared out of nowhere and Snape started pairing them up, Gryffindor with Slytherin. Ron went with Crabbe, Hermione went with Bulstrode, Seamus went with Goyle, Dean went with Zabini, and Harry was delighted, though he didn't show it, when Snape paired him with Malfoy. A quick look around showed that Malfoy wasn't in class. He was about to raise his hand and point that out to Snape when Malfoy stormed into the classroom, his appearance rather dishevelled. Everyone looked at him curiously, even Snape. Draco walked up to the Potions professor and whispered in his ear. Snape nodded and Draco took his seat in the classroom.
'What is everyone staring at? Get back to your assignment!' Snape shouted at the class.
Harry walked over to Draco, carrying his bag. He started setting up for the assignment. 'Snape paired us together,' he said quietly. Harry read over the ingredients and got them out of his bag. He started measuring them and putting them into the cauldron as was instructed. 'Are you all right?' Harry asked out of the corner of his mouth.
Draco turned toward Harry, not answering him. Snape made his usual rounds about the class, commenting on the students work. He praised the Slytherins, and degraded the Gryffindors, taking double points off when Seamus' cauldron exploded -- ten for his idiocy, and another ten for ruining Goyle's grade. He turned to walk toward Harry and Draco's cauldron and didn't see Seamus give him the finger behind his back. With Seamus' knack for blowing things up, though, not one Slytherin dared to tell on him.
'How bad have you botched the potion up this time, Potter?' Snape said. He peered in expecting a foul-smelling wrong-coloured potion, and was surprised to find that the potion was actually at the right stage. It was a navy blue colour and it smelt mouth-wateringly as delicious as honey. Snape noticed that Draco had not done anything since he walked in, but knew that the news he received was very bad indeed. But still he said, 'Nice work, Draco. No doubt you've taught Potter well. I just hope he might be able to retain this information.'
Potions ended and for the first time, Harry thought he might have gotten an 'Outstanding" on his potion. It had been the same as Hermione's – she had told him so when she had come over to inspect after class. The only reason Harry had tried so hard was because he knew Draco's grade would suffer if he didn't. And he didn't want that.
Draco rushed by Harry and muttered 'I'll explain tomorrow night.' Harry had given a start when Draco whispered in his ear. He caught Draco's eye for a moment and gave a quick nod. They had only been with each other a few times, and already Harry was concerned for him.
It felt like a lifetime until Harry and Draco met at the appointed time the next night. 'Draco, what happened yesterday?' He could see Draco shift uncomfortably, trying to keep his emotions in check.
'I received a missive from my beloved father; it contained certain information that involved me joining him and . . . trapping you.' Draco turned toward the raven-haired Gryffindor with a pleading look in his eyes, begging him silently to forgive his relations, wanting him to know he would do anything to keep what was between them alive.
Harry saw the look in his lover's silvery eyes and instinctively went to his side, holding him to his own body, letting him know that there was a passion between them. Giving his tear-stained face a loving glance and kissing him. He broke it only to clasp him firmly in a re-assuring embrace. How he loved these Saturday's with Draco. Wait . . . he went to classes today . . . it was Tuesday, not Saturday. His mind was racing into panic mode before he could logically reason this out. Draco wouldn't do this . . . this was serious, wasn't it . . . it wasn't a deception. His heart started to sink. 'You said no, right?' His voice was shaking; their bodies still pressed to one another.