Disclaimer: Anything you recognise isn't mine.
Warnings: Contains fluff and SLASH and is rated M for a VERY good reason. This chapter is a bit of a lemon and lime cocktail.
Scared Potter
Chapter 2
A few hours later, Harry lay in his own bed, staring slightly forlornly at the empty box beside his pillow.
He and Draco had stayed in the room of requirement for a while, lounging on the bed as Draco ran his fingers through Harry's hair, pressing gentle butterfly kisses against Harry face and neck. All too soon however, the chiming of the clock announced curfew and with a final lingering kiss, they had said their goodbyes.
It had been one of the best evenings of his life, yet stupidly he now felt even more alone. He wished Draco were there now, so they could spend the rest of the night together as well.
He sighed out loud then nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice came out of nowhere.
"Quit your sulking, Potter, it's not at all attractive."
"Where the hell did you come from?" Harry demanded as he cast a quick silencing spell on the drapes.
"Wiltshire."
"Funny, Malfoy."
The Slytherin grinned at him before beginning to crawl up the bed, covering Harry's body with his own.
"I can leave if you'd prefer?"
"Don't even think about it." Harry's last words were muffled slightly as he tugged Draco's head down, pressing their lips together.
They kissed hungrily, hands roaming beneath layers of clothing to stroke bare flesh. Before long, they had stripped each other naked, their bodies writhing together.
"Want you..." Draco gasped out as Harry's fingers wrapped around his length.
"Want me to what?" Harry teased, pressing an open mouthed kiss against Draco's neck.
"Fuck me." Draco moaned breathlessly.
Harry froze. "Really?"
He pulled back in time to catch the amused expression on Draco's face.
"Yes, really." Draco smirked at him when Harry still seemed incapable of movement.
"You mean...?"
Draco looked as though he was having trouble resisting the temptation to laugh, but he made an admirable effort to remain reasonably straight faced.
"I mean I want you to take this..." Draco wrapped a hand around Harry's erection, drawing a strangled moan from him. "And shove it up my arse."
"Fuck..." Harry breathed, more turned on by Draco's words alone than he had ever been in his life.
"Yes, Harry, that is the general idea."
"I don't know what I'm doing." Harry blushed, looking away.
"I know, I'll show you." Draco promised softly, cupping Harry's jaw and turning his face back towards him.
Draco pressed a light kiss against Harry's lips before pulling back to grab Harry's wand from beneath his pillow. For half a second Harry still couldn't help but wonder if he was about to be cursed until Draco reached for his hand, turning it palm up and casting a lubrication spell. A moment later, the wand had been returned to its home and Draco lay sprawled across Harry's bed, his legs spread wide in invitation.
"Use your finger first." Draco instructed.
Harry nodded, making sure to coat each digit with lubricant. When he was satisfied he slid his hand between Draco's legs, stroking one slick finger against his entrance. He hesitated there for a moment, until Draco shifted against him, wordlessly encouraging him.
"I don't want to hurt you." Harry said nervously.
"You won't." Draco reassured him.
Biting his lip, Harry nodded again before carefully pushing his finger into Draco.
"Mmm, don't stop." Draco encouraged, arching into Harry's hand, pushing him further inside.
Harry continued to press forward until he was buried up to the knuckle in Draco's heat. He felt so tight that Harry had to wonder how he would even be able to fit in a second finger, never mind anything else. Yet mere moments later, Draco was calling for more.
"Give me another finger." Draco told him breathlessly after Harry had begun to slide slowly in and out.
Harry did as Draco commanded, his gaze locked on Draco's face, watching for any sign of discomfort.
"Move, Harry, more..." Draco moaned, shifting his hips until he was fucking himself on Harry's hand.
"Draco..." Harry groaned as he watched Draco's body arching and writhing beside him. "So hot..."
"Are you ready, Harry?"
"Yes..."
"Sure?"
"Yes." Harry said more firmly, though in truth, he wasn't sure at all.
He gasped when Draco suddenly reached for him. He hadn't even noticed Draco casting another lubrication spell, but when the Slytherin's hand wrapped around his length it was slick and wet.
Draco didn't spend long coating Harry with lube, but by the time Draco released him, Harry was panting.
"Fuck me, Harry." Draco whispered, sending shivers down Harry's spine.
Removing his fingers, Harry moved over Draco, covering the Slytherin's body with his own. When he hesitated again, however, Draco grew impatient.
"Do it, Harry. Please, now."
Despite his nerves, Harry did as Draco asked, pressing past the tight ring of muscle and pushing inside.
"Fuck, Draco, you're so tight..." Harry stopped when he was fully buried, only this time it was for his own benefit rather than Draco's.
He was certain if he moved now, it would all be over far too quickly. Draco's arms wrapping around him, grabbing his arse and pulling him even deeper almost undid him, but he fought against it. Draco felt too good to let it end just yet.
When he had himself slightly more under control, Harry pulled slowly back before pressing forward again, making them both moan.
"More..." Draco nearly begged. "Faster, please..."
Unable to deny Draco anything at this point, Harry obeyed, pulling back before thrusting forward again, picking up his speed. Draco's back arched, meeting every movement of Harry's hips until he suddenly cried out.
"Fuck, yes, Harry!"
Not sure what he'd done, but wanting to make Draco call out his name like that once more, Harry thrust again, trying to keep his angle the same.
"Yes! Harry, just there, don't stop... Harry!" Draco babbled, his head thrown back as he wrapped his legs around Harry's waist, pulling him even deeper.
Belatedly, Harry reached between them to circle Draco's length with his fingers, pumping in time with his thrusts. Draco screamed his name as the sensations finally overwhelmed him and he came violently into Harry's hand. The feel of the Slytherin pulsing around him was too much for Harry and a second later he was crying out Draco's name as he followed the blond over the edge.
No longer able to support himself, Harry collapsed, though he made sure to roll off of Draco to avoid crushing him. Draco didn't let him get far though, hauling Harry into his arms and dropping a tender kiss on the top of Harry's head.
"I should get back." Draco spoke eventually, though he made no move to leave.
"No you shouldn't." Harry replied petulantly, snuggling further into Draco's embrace.
"So what should I do then?" Draco sounded amused again.
"Stay here." Harry replied simply, pressing a kiss against Draco's neck.
"What do I get if I stay?" Draco teased, stroking his fingers over Harry's back.
"Me."
Draco laughed. "Tempting. Very tempting."
"Just stay." Harry mumbled.
"Stop sulking, I'm staying."
"You are?" Harry's eyes lit up.
"I am." Draco confirmed. "Now go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."
^v^
Harry woke late to find Draco on the verge of leaving. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could say a word, Draco's hand covered his lips.
"I've already released the silencing charm." Draco whispered.
Harry frowned, before darting out his tongue and licking Draco's palm.
"Harry!" Draco glared at him, tugging his hand away and wiping it on the sheets.
"You were going to leave without waking me?" Harry knew he sounded hurt but he couldn't seem to help it.
"It's not my fault you overslept."
"It isn't?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure I didn't keep myself up for half the night."
"You are, however, the one who didn't want me to leave."
"Can you blame me?"
"You make a good point."
Harry laughed softly, before reaching up and tugging Draco forward by his tie.
"At least give me a kiss goodbye?"
Draco didn't bother to reply, merely closing the gap between them and pressing his lips against Harry's.
What started off as a quick goodbye peck soon developed into something more. Within minutes, Draco lay sprawled across the sheets as Harry's hands fought their way beneath his clothes.
Pulling away slightly, Draco kissed his way across Harry's jaw to suck at his neck.
"Think you can manage to keep quiet?" Draco bit down on Harry's ear lobe and Harry only just managed to bite back his moan.
"Why?" Harry gasped out as Draco's lips dipped lower, kissing a trail down Harry's neck and across the top of his chest.
"Because if you can, I'll make it worth your while." Draco replied with a wicked grin.
"I can be quiet." Harry replied immediately.
Without another word Draco disappeared beneath the sheets, his lips trailing over Harry's exposed skin.
Harry buried one of his hands in Draco's hair, stuffing the other fist into his mouth in a desperate attempt to stay quiet as Draco licked a stripe along his length, before sucking Harry into his mouth.
It felt amazing, the risk of getting caught merely serving to enhance his pleasure. It was a constant struggle not to cry out, particularly when Draco practically swallowed him whole. When Draco hummed it was more than Harry could handle and he couldn't help it as he cried out, his back arching off of the bed as he came.
"Harry?" The bed curtains were suddenly pulled back to reveal Ron's worried face. "Are you ok?"
"Fine. Nightmare." Harry panted as he tried not to glance down towards the foot of the bed.
"What kind of nightmare?" Ron asked out of habit.
"Just a normal nightmare, Ron." Harry answered tiredly, wondering what the quickest way would be of getting rid of his friend.
"Right, of course." Ron grinned at him sheepishly. "Sorry, mate."
"It's fine." Harry prayed for patience as he felt tiny feet wandering lazily up his thigh. "Could you give me a minute?"
"Er, yeah, sorry." Ron's head finally disappeared behind the drapes and Harry fell back against the pillows feeling as though he'd just run a marathon.
The weight on his legs changed suddenly and a moment later, Draco's ruffled head appeared above the sheets.
"Serves you right for not being quiet." Draco whispered, pulling away when Harry would have kissed him.
"It's not my fault you're so good at that." Harry muttered back. "What are you so annoyed about anyway? It's not as though he had any idea what was going on."
"You weren't the only one with a morning hard-on, you know." Draco sulked.
"Oh. Is that all?"
"What do you mean, is that-Oh!"
Harry cut Draco off, his hand pressing against the Slytherin's erection through his trousers.
"Think you can keep quiet?" Harry teased as he quickly unfastened Draco's clothing.
"Yes, unlike some people." Draco whispered back, arching into Harry's touch.
"Sure about that?" Harry twisted his wrist slightly, making Draco gasp.
"Yes!"
Harry stopped talking then, as he took his own turn ducking beneath the covers. He worked Draco over with his mouth using every skill he had in his limited arsenal, but still Draco didn't make a sound above the occasional gasp of pleasure. Pulling away briefly, Harry sucked his index finger into his mouth, coating it liberally with saliva before returning to his previous task with Draco none the wiser.
He chose his moment carefully, waiting until Draco was on the very edge of coming before slipping his finger between Draco's cheeks. He didn't push it in far, but it was enough.
"Fuck!" Draco almost screamed as he came down Harry's throat.
"Harry? You ok?"
This time Ron didn't come to investigate, which was fortunate as Draco was in no state to transform. Harry swallowed quickly, trying not to laugh as he called back.
"Fine, stubbed my toe."
"Ah, right. Do you want me to wait for you?"
"Nah, go ahead, I'll see you in the hall." Harry moved back up the bed to lie beside the still panting Draco.
"Bastard." Draco whispered as soon as he'd got his breath back.
"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it." Harry grinned.
"Let's just say that next time, you'll be the one with something up your arse. And it will be a lot bigger than just my finger, let me assure you."
Harry wasn't quite sure what to say to that, a fact he could tell Draco was well aware of thanks to the huge smirk on his face.
"Get dressed, or we'll miss breakfast." Draco changed the subject.
Harry followed Draco's instructions mindlessly, his thoughts still wrapped around the idea of Draco topping. It wasn't as though he wasn't enjoying this newfound whatever-it-was with Draco, but doing that... Harry didn't think he was willing to let just anyone do that to him and he still wasn't sure where he stood with Draco. After all, despite their newfound cameraderie, it had still only been a day.
"You look pensive." Draco commented as he leaned forward to fasten Harry's tie for him.
"Sorry." He forced a smile. "Shall we go?"
Draco briefly looked as though he were about to push the matter, before evidently thinking better of it.
"If you think I'm going to be seen in public like this, you've got another think coming."
"Why?" Harry smirked as he looked over Draco's ruffled form. "I think you look rather adorable."
He didn't think he had ever seen the Slytherin looking so disheveled. His hair was a mess from his foray beneath the covers, his shirt wrinkled and half untucked, his trousers were creased where they had been bunched around his thighs and his tie hung drunkenly around his neck, loosened earlier by Harry's questing hands.
Draco gave Harry a haughty look, not bothering to dignify his comment with a reply before disappearing abruptly amongst the tangle of sheets.
"Want a lift?" Harry asked, amused, laying his hand on the bed beside the ferret.
He giggled slightly as the little white fluff ball crawled onto his palm. Draco really was adorable as a ferret. Stroking his finger over the soft fur, Harry picked him up before making his way out of Gryffindor tower. He let Draco go by the entrance to the dungeons, watching fondly as the little ferret scurried off, before he headed into the hall for his breakfast.
^v^
Later that day, Harry was sat in the grounds, leaning lazily against the trunk of a tree as he proceeded to completely ignore another of his friends' arguments. Fortunately they were too wrapped up in each other to notice Harry's total distraction or the silly smile draped across his lips as he recalled every second of that morning and the previous night in explicit detail.
Harry was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he jumped half a foot in the air when something tickled his ankle. It was only then that he noticed the snow white ferret clinging precariously to his trouser leg and glaring venomously. Harry didn't think ferrets should be able to glare, but this one seemed to be remarkably good at it.
"I'm sorry." Harry whispered, shooting a nervous glance in his friends' direction. "You gave me a fright."
Draco merely sniffed before resuming his journey up Harry's leg.
"I was thinking about last night." Harry continued, trying to pacify the blond and finding it far easier to talk openly to the ferret than the boy. "And this morning."
Draco stopped halfway up Harry's thigh, watching him carefully.
"It's all I've been able to think about. The way you looked, the way you felt..." Harry was getting hard again just talking about it. "I can't wait to touch you again."
The look on Draco's face was suddenly far too sneaky for a ferret. Harry yelped when Draco suddenly made a dive for his crotch and he grabbed the ferret just in time.
"Don't you dare." He warned, lifting Draco up to his eye level. "Not here, not now and definitely not as a ferret!"
Draco somehow managed to smirk, though Harry wasn't quite sure how he did it.
"What's that, Harry?" He started guiltily at Hermione's voice.
"Ha! It looks just like Malfoy in fourth year." Ron burst out laughing to himself, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like 'The amazing bouncing ferret' as he wiped tears of mirth from the corners of his eyes.
Harry gripped Draco tighter, only just managing to stop him from launching his tiny little body straight at Harry's best friend.
"He's so cute!" Hermione marveled, ignoring Ron in favour of the, admittedly adorable, creature in Harry's hands. "Where did you find him?"
"He just sort of wandered over." Harry explained, moving Draco out of Hermione's reach when she tried to stroke him.
"He bites." Harry said quickly, relieved when Hermione didn't try again
"He's not biting you." Ron had managed to pull himself together
"No." Harry grinned, lifting Draco up again to look him in the eye. "He seems to rather like me now."
Draco did his best to roll his eyes, but it didn't have quite the same effect as it normally did. In fact, it was rather cute. Harry stroked a finger over Draco's head, smiling at the way the ferret leaned into the caress.
"Are you going to keep him?" Hermione asked, not missing the fond look on Harry's face.
"I hope so." Harry replied softly, his eyes still on the ferret in his hands. "If he wants to stay with me."
Almost imperceptibly, Draco nodded and it was all Harry could do to keep his jubilation from showing. Instead he merely stroked his fingers through Draco's fur again, enjoying it almost as much as the ferret seemed to be.
"What are you going to call him?" Hermione asked as she began tidying away her books.
"Dray." Harry replied promptly, checking that Ron was out of ear shot before winking at Hermione. "Short for Draco... Ow!"
Harry glared down at Draco. The cheeky little git had bitten him.
"Well his temperament seems to suit his name, at least." Hermione laughed as she closed her school bag. "You coming, Harry?"
"I think I might stay here for a while, watch the sunset."
Hermione just nodded, getting to her feet and heading off towards the school, Ron following obediently in her wake.
As soon as they were gone, Harry found himself with a lap full of sexy blond Slytherin.
"You bit me." Harry accused immediately.
"Aw, I'm sorry." Draco soothed, not sounding sorry at all. "Want me to kiss it better?"
Without waiting for a response, Draco grabbed Harry's finger, sucking it into his mouth and cutting off whatever Harry might have said next.
"Draco..." Harry moaned, as the talented tongue lapped at the tip of his finger before releasing it.
"Yes, Harry?" Draco purred, seating himself more firmly in Harry's lap and wrapping his legs around the other boy's waist.
"Kiss me..."
Draco grinned, grinding his hips down until Harry moaned again.
"I thought you said 'not here, not now'."
"Here." Harry responded forcefully, reaching up to tangle his fingers in Draco's hair. "Now."
"As a ferret?" Draco teased, arching into Harry's hand the way he had when he'd been a little bundle of fur.
"Definitely not as a ferret." Harry glared, trying unsuccessfully to pull the blond head closer. "Please, Draco."
"Well since you begged so nicely..." Draco licked his lips slowly, watching as Harry's eyes darkened with the movement.
"Harry, I..." Hermione's voice interrupted a mere second before their lips touched.
"Oh, I, um... I'll just..." Hermione stammered, staring at them, her cheeks flushing.
"Do you mind, Granger? Apparently we're watching the sunset together." Draco gave Harry a sly look, making him blush.
"It might be easier to watch if you don't have your back to it, Malfoy." Hermione said wryly, quickly regaining her composure.
"I'm watching it reflected in Harry's glasses." Draco responded promptly.
Hermione blinked at the use of Harry's first name, before obviously coming to some sort of conclusion.
"Well in that case, Harry, I'll see you later." She paused before nodding tightly. "Malfoy."
"Ta ta." Draco waved mockingly as the witch turned away, hurrying back towards the school.
"Do you think she knows it was you before?" Harry worried aloud as soon as they were alone again.
"Of course she knows, idiot. If there's one thing that girl has got going for her, it's brains."
Harry glanced up at that, surprised to hear anything even vaguely complimentary coming from Draco's lips.
"Don't worry, Potter, I still don't like her, but even I can admit that she's clever."
"Potter?" Harry quirked an eyebrow.
"Sorry, Harry. Force of habit when you're being thick."
Harry just rolled his eyes.
"So how about that kiss?" Draco leaned in closer. "Your friend may be the brightest witch of the generation but she has an awful sense of timing."
"So now, who wants to be kissed?" Harry teased, leaning away slightly.
"You do." Draco replied, stroking his finger across Harry's jaw and over his lips.
"I do." Harry agreed, sucking Draco's finger into his mouth.
"And so do I." Draco admitted breathlessly as he watched his finger disappearing between Harry's lips.
Draco pulled his hand away, only to replace it with his mouth. The kiss was meltingly hot and before long they were grinding against each other.
Their kiss became messier as they came closer to their completion, lips and tongues sliding across each other's faces, interspersed with breathy moans and whispered endearments neither boy would remember saying afterwards.
They came almost simultaneously, their kisses muffling their cries of pleasure. Finally tearing his lips from Harry's, Draco let his head fall forward until it was resting on the Gryffindor's shoulder. Harry merely tightened his arms around the other boy, burying his face in the silky blond hair.
"I think we missed the sunset." Draco said at last, lifting his head and glancing over his shoulder at the darkened grounds.
"Well you're prettier than any sunset." Harry murmured into his ear, making Draco shiver.
"Well as long as you realise it." Draco preened as he cast a couple of cleaning charms and got to his feet.
"Do you think there's any dinner left?" Harry asked as he let Draco pull him up.
"Probably. It's not that late yet." He held out a hand, a strange expression on his face. "So may I escort you to dinner?"
Harry just stared at him, mouth open in shock.
"There's no need to gape at me like that." Draco huffed, letting his hand drop and turning away.
"No wait!" Harry grabbed Draco's arm before he could leave. "I would love to go to dinner with you."
"There's no need for that ridiculous soppy look on your face either." Draco sniffed, though Harry could see the way his lips twitched as if he was trying not to smile.
"I just didn't think you'd want to tell anyone yet." Harry's hand slid down Draco's arm until he could twine their fingers together.
"I think the ferret is already well and truly out of the bag."
"Hermione won't tell anyone if I ask her not to."
"Perhaps." Was all Draco said, tugging lightly on Harry's hand as they began walking back towards the school.
When they walked into the great hall, still hand in hand, the silence that fell was almost deafening.
"So, my table or yours?" Draco whispered.
Harry's eyes flicked between the two tables in question, taking in the shocked faces on both their groups of friends.
"Mine." Harry replied, pulling Draco towards the Gryffindor table. "I prefer to eat un-hexed."
"They won't hurt you if I tell them not to." Draco replied, a weird echo of Harry's earlier assertion.
"Exactly." Harry said wryly. "If."
Draco laughed aloud at that and it seemed to break the silence. Suddenly everyone was talking at once, gaping and pointing at the new couple who had just taken their seats at the Gryffindor table.
Ron was apparently one of the few who had yet to regain the power of speech. His gaze flicked back and forth between the two boys, his fork still suspended halfway to his mouth.
"Potatoes, Malfoy?" Hermione asked politely.
"Thank you, Granger." Draco took the proffered dish, starting to fill his plate. "You're not eating, Harry, here."
Harry, who until then had been somewhat distracted by how weirdly right it felt to be eating with Draco, was pulled out of his musings as the boy by his side began heaping his plate with food.
"And you can wipe that soppy grin off of your face too or there will be no sex for you tonight."
Ron, who had finally managed to get his fork to his mouth, choked loudly. Draco merely grinned as Hermione thumped her boyfriend on the back.
"Be nice, Draco." Harry murmured quietly as he began to eat.
"I'm being very nice." Draco replied under his breath. "I haven't even touched you innapropriately under the table yet."
As if to illustrate his words, Draco dropped his hand, letting it trail briefly over Harry's thigh. It was Harry's turn to choke.
"You are pure evil." He spluttered as Draco removed his hand in order to pat Harry on the back.
"Yep." Draco nodded contently, tucking in to his dinner.
"Bit late to figure that out, isn't it?" Ron muttered into his plate.
"Well said, Weasel. Pass the gravy, would you?"