Disclaimer: Anything you recognise isn't mine.
Warnings: Contains fluff and SLASH and is rated M for a VERY good reason.
Scared Potter
Chapter 3
The rest of the meal passed surprisingly smoothly and before long, Harry found himself holed up with Draco in the corner of the Gryffindor common room.
Harry had been somewhat surprised when Draco suggested their current location as a post-dinner retreat, but had been more than happy to go along with it. Of course, Draco had done little more than complain about the decor since his arrival, but Harry was just pleased to have him there.
He could tell that Draco's presence was beginning to grate on Ron's nerves but his best friend restrained himself well. Hermione, in contrast, seemed more than happy to engage Draco in conversation. Perhaps because it was such a novelty to her to have someone with whom she could hold an intellectual discussion.
When Draco made yet another dig about the tackiness of the room, however, Ron snapped, announcing that he was going to bed.
"Oh, and Harry, I'd appreciate it if you tried not to have any more nightmares tonight." Ron gave him a dark look.
"Oops. Busted." Harry muttered as Draco fell about laughing.
"Just promise me you won't bring him up tonight?" Ron pleaded.
"What difference does it make to you, Weasel? Just because you're not getting any, Harry can't either?"
"That's not what I..." Ron spluttered, his gaze shifting over to glance at Hermione before he blushed bright red. "Please, Harry."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Harry promises not to bring me up to your room. Don't you, Harry?"
"I do?" He tried not to look disappointed, but from Draco's smirk, it didn't seem as though he'd succeeded.
"Yes, you do."
"Harry?" Ron queried.
"Yeah, sure Ron, I promise." Harry replied, his tone resigned.
Ron looked suspicious, but there was nothing he could say without risking a full blown argument. Instead, he turned on his heel, striding across the room to the dormitories.
"Well I think I might turn in, as well." Hermione began gathering her books.
"G'night." Harry waved distractedly, his thoughts still on the fact that not only would he apparently be spending the night alone, Draco didn't appear to be at all bothered by this fact.
"Don't you think it's time you went to bed, as well?" Draco whispered when they were alone.
"Where's the fun in that?" Harry sulked. "Why did you make me promise Ron anyway. He couldn't have stopped us."
"You're just being greedy now. I spent last night with you, didn't I?"
"So?"
Harry knew he was being ridiculous but Draco's throw away comment at dinner about 'no sex for you tonight' had really affected him. Perhaps he hadn't been sure before, but now he really did want Draco to top him. And now that he'd decided, he had rather hoped that it might happen tonight.
"Do not take this as encouragement, but you're really rather adorable when you sulk."
Harry's head snapped up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"So you will come up with me?"
"Now, now, Harry, I couldn't possibly allow you to break a promise to your friend. That would hardly be Gryffindorish of you."
"Then what?" Harry asked frustratedly. "Can I come to your room?"
Now that was an idea, in fact, why hadn't it occurred to Harry before. Surely that must have been Draco's plan all along.
"You won't eat amongst Slytherins, but you'll sleep amongst them?" Draco teased.
"Well I want to sleep with one of them and that's beginning to look like my only option, given that said Slytherin has suddenly developed morals." Harry retorted, returning to his sulk.
"I resent that." Draco sniffed.
"Sorry." Harry muttered, aware that it had been a low blow.
"Go to bed, Harry." Draco sighed.
"Can I at least have a kiss before you go?" Harry stuck out his bottom lip, not beyond attempting to use his apparent 'adorableness' to win Draco round.
"Walk me to the door and I'll give you a kiss." Draco replied, getting to his feet and holding out his hand to Harry.
At the portrait hole, Draco stopped suddenly, turning around and tugging Harry into his arms. Harry had expected Draco to wait until they were outside and away from prying eyes, but a moment later, Harry found himself bent backwards over Draco's arm, being kissed senseless.
"Night, Harry." Draco said when he finally pulled back, returning Harry to an upright position, before disappearing out of the door without another word.
"Alright, Harry?"
"Huh?" He looked up to see Dean laughing at him from his spot on a nearby sofa.
"You look a little dazed."
"You would too if you'd just been kissed like that." Harry replied defensively.
"Relax, he's only teasing." Ginny piped up from beside her boyfriend.
"You going up now, Harry?" Dean asked.
"May as well." He waited while Dean said goodnight to Ginny, then headed up to the dormitory and his cold and lonely bed.
Ron was still up when he arrived and looked rather startled to find that Harry was alone.
"Good night." Harry said to the room at large, before climbing into bed and closing the drapes.
He was just settling in, when a high pitched scream had him lunging for his wand and diving out from behind the curtains.
"What's wrong?" He demanded, his eyes searching the room for signs of danger.
"Seamus is a little girl, that's what's wrong." Dean was glaring at the Irishman and rubbing his ear.
"What happened?" Harry asked, lowering his wand.
"He thinks he saw a mouse." Dean's tone made it obvious how much stock he put in that story.
"You realise we lived with a pet rat in here for three years, right?" Harry asked, amused despite himself.
"Except it wasn't quite a rat, was it?" Ron grumbled as he disappeared back behind his own bed curtains.
"It wasn't a mouse." Seamus was stood on top of his trunk, his eyes darting nervously across the floor. "It was far too big."
"Then it's probably someone's escaped rat." Dean rolled his eyes.
"It was bigger than a rat, too." Seamus stated determinedly.
"Sure, whatever you say. Maybe it was a unicorn."
"Perhaps it was a cat." Harry suggested, in an attempt to make peace.
Dean snorted, obviously thinking their roommate had imagined the whole thing, but at least Seamus looked a little calmer.
Deciding the situation was under control, Harry headed back to bed, pulling the drapes shut around him and casting a silencing spell for good measure. He may not be getting any real action tonight, but his right hand was better than nothing and had served him well over the years.
Leaning back against the headboard, Harry slid his hand into his pyjama bottoms, wrapping it loosely around his growing erection.
"Draco..." He moaned quietly, as he imagined that the hand was that of his new boyfriend, instead of his own.
He almost jumped out of his skin when Draco himself suddenly appeared at the foot of his bed.
"You called?" Draco smirked, licking his lips as his eyes fastened on the tent in Harry's trousers.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked stupidly, hastily removing his hand.
"I thought you might want a bedtime story." Draco deadpanned, crawling up Harry's body until they were nose to nose. "Why do you think I'm here?"
"What happened to Gryffindor promises?" Harry asked teasingly, relaxing now that he knew he was likely to get what he wanted after all.
"You didn't break your promise, did you?" Draco smirked.
Harry thought back, realising that Draco was right. "You sneaky little Slytherin. And it was you who scared the crap out of Seamus, wasn't it?"
"Are you complaining?" Draco pressed his hips against Harry's.
"Definitely not." Harry grinned.
"Good. Because I can think of far better things for you to be doing with your mouth right now."
Leaning forward, Harry closed the gap between them as he showed Draco exactly what one of those 'better things' could be.
When they finally broke for air it was only to begin a battle with clothing until they lay naked in each other's arms. Pushing Harry onto his back, Draco began kissing his way slowly down Harry's chest. He paused only to suck a nipple into his mouth before continuing on his southerly path.
Harry was half tempted to just let Draco continue. He didn't think he could ever have enough of the feel of Draco's mouth wrapped around him, but he had a goal for this evening.
"Draco?" Harry swallowed nervously.
"Mmmm?"
"I want to... I mean I want you to..."
Draco hesitated halfway down Harry's chest. "You want me to...?"
"I, um..."
"Spit it out, Potter."
"Iwantyoutodoittomethistime."
"You what?" Draco stared at him. "Did you just say what I think you said?"
"Maybe." Harry blushed even darker.
Draco moved slowly back up the bed until he was lying beside Harry.
"You want me to do 'it' to you this time?" Draco clarified.
"Yes." Harry whispered.
"And 'it' would be...?"
"Fuck me, Draco."
Heat flared in Draco's eyes. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Harry said again, his voice stronger than before. "I've been thinking about it all day."
"Oh?" Draco's hand began stroking lightly over Harry's hip.
"Mhmm." Harry pulled Draco closer, rubbing their erections together. "Ever since you made that comment this morning."
"And which comment would that be?"
"The one about it being my arse next time. And something far bigger than your finger."
Draco shuddered against him as he spoke and Harry realised that Draco seemed to rather like it when Harry's language took a trip into the gutter.
"Turn over." Draco whispered into his ear as he pulled back slightly giving Harry room to move.
When he was settled, lying on his front, Draco pressed himself back against Harry's side. Slowly, he let his fingers trace over Harry's shoulders before skating down his spine.
Draco's hand disappeared briefly and Harry heard him muttering a spell before the fingers returned, now leaving a slick trail over his skin.
"Relax, Harry."
"I am relaxed."
"No you're not." Draco let his fingers probe lightly at Harry's hole.
"I'm just..."
"Scared?"
"No." Harry answered too quickly.
"I won't hurt you."
"I know."
The finger disappeared again and Harry found himself being rolled over onto his side until he was facing Draco again.
"Are you really sure you want to do this? You're so tense I won't even be able to get a finger into you, never mind anything else."
"I want to." Harry stated adamantly.
"Then relax."
Harry shivered as Malfoy's hand once more returned to circle his hole. He kept his touch light, not making any attempt to push inside. Harry tried to focus on taking deep, calming breaths but the slow movement of Draco's hand kept distracting him.
His deep breaths became shallow pants as Draco began pressing gentle kisses across Harry's skin, his lips drifting across Harry's forehead and down his jaw. He took a brief detour to suck lightly at Harry's neck before finally settling against his mouth. The kiss was soft at first, their lips moving together languidly, but it soon turned into more.
Harry gasped as he felt Draco's finger finally breach him, pulling back from the kiss to meet Draco's eyes.
"Want me to stop?" Draco asked, watching Harry carefully.
"No, it just feels weird." Harry shifted slightly, as Draco pressed deeper.
"It takes some getting used to, but it feels good, I promise."
"Well you certainly seemed to enjoy it."
Draco laughed. "Want me to show you why?"
He didn't wait for a response before curling his finger to brush over Harry's prostate.
"Fuck! Do that again!"
Draco grinned, repeating the movement until Harry was writhing against him.
"Ready for more?" He asked, allowing a second finger to brush against Harry's opening as the first continued to slide in and out.
"Yes..." Harry moaned, clinging almost desperately to Draco.
The second finger joined the first and Harry moaned again, fucking himself on Draco's hand. It felt far better than he could possibly have imagined.
"More, Draco, please, more."
"Turn over."
Harry did as he'd been asked, rolling onto his front. He whined when Draco's hand disappeared, until he felt something far larger pressing at his opening.
His initial response was to freeze, but he forced himself to relax. This was what he wanted, what he had been unable to stop thinking about all day. Besides, Draco's fingers had felt amazing, surely more would feel even better?
Despite his internal pep talk, Harry was still nervous as he felt Draco begin to push forward.
"Relax, Harry." Draco placed a soft kiss against the back of his neck. "Push back against me, it will be easier."
Harry followed Draco's instructions and was surprised to find it was true. Draco pressed forward until he was buried to the hilt inside Harry, before stopping and allowing him to get used to the feeling of being filled.
"Ok?"
"Just give me a second." Harry panted.
It didn't hurt, but it wasn't exactly comfortable.
"Do you have any idea how good you feel?" Draco whispered. "So hot and tight, Harry, so good."
"Move, Draco." Harry moaned as the Slytherin continued to pour seductive words into his ear.
Not needing to be told twice, Draco pulled back slowly, before burying himself again in Harry's body. He repeated the motion a few more times, shifting the angle of each thrust until Harry suddenly cried out.
"Want me to do that again?"
"Yes!" Harry gasped, unconsciously moving his hips to meet Draco's next thrust. "More..."
Draco began to increase his rhythm, making sure to hit Harry's prostate with every shift of his hips. Before long Harry was moaning wantonly, pushing his hips back to meet Draco's thrusts.
When Draco's hand crept around to stroke him, it was more than Harry could take. He cried out Draco's name as he climaxed, his whole body trembling with the force of it. A second later, Draco collapsed bonelessly on top of him.
They lay still for a while, revelling in the afterglow, before Harry began to shift uncomfortably. As lovely as it was to be crushed between Draco and the mattress, he was lying in the wet patch and Draco was surprisingly heavy.
Somewhat reluctantly, Draco rolled off of him until Harry could move again. Languidly, he reached for his wand to clean up the mess before collapsing exhaustedly beside Draco.
"So did you enjoy that?" Draco asked, sliding up behind Harry and pulling him back against his chest.
"Mhmm." Harry sighed contentedly, twining his fingers through Draco's where they rested against his stomach.
"Well maybe if you're very good we can do it again later." Draco whispered seductively, nibbling lightly on Harry's ear lobe.
"Is that a promise?"
"Definitely. Though you realise, now that you have me as your boyfriend, there are going to have to be some changes in your life."
"Oh? Like what?" Harry turned over to face Draco.
"Well for one, I am now the most important person in your life, second to none."
"Of course, that goes without saying." Harry didn't quite manage to deliver the line with a straight face, earning him a pinch from Draco.
"Also, you will have to start dressing better."
"What's wrong with the way I dress?"
"Well right this moment, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it." Draco gave Harry a saucy smile as his gaze roved briefly over Harry's naked body. "But usually it's appalling."
"Thanks, Draco." Harry said sarcastically.
"Just you wait, I'll take you shopping and then you'll realise how damn hot you can look if you just put a bit of effort into it."
"You're going to take me shopping?" Harry laughed. "I dread to think what that will be like."
"Scared, Potter?" Draco teased lightly.
"You wish." Harry grinned back, settling himself more comfortably in Draco's arms and letting his eyes drift closed.
FIN