Zinnia says: I was happy when I wrote this, this is so far away from the feelings Draco had in Never Wake up… I wanted to write something light, and this is all light. It's still funny how Draco tries to find excuses for his feelings. Two more chapters to go after this.
ooO Chapter 4 Not Tonight, Harry Ooo
Draco went flying for several hours after lessons; he needed some time and space to think about everything. Potter's lips haunted him, he could feel their eager touch linger on his, and he tried to shrug the feeling off while he kept twisting and making turns on his broom, in the early spring rain.
He decided he should avoid seeing Potter tonight, just to keep his own thoughts straight. His infatuation on Potter was making him feel paranoid, he was afraid he might get infected by Potter's curses. Why else would he be feeling this much for Potter? It felt like more than a simple infatuation.
Before going to sleep, Draco wrote a note to himself and spelled it tightly on the canopy of his bed, the note simply said,
1. You hate Weasley and Granger, but anything Granger tells you, is true
2. You have a crush on Potter, but you used to hate each other, and he really hates you
3. Blaise is your best friend
4. Don't talk to anyone else, avoid being around Potter in public places
With that in mind he let himself start repeating the memory of Potter kissing him until he drifted into sleep.
ooOoOoo
He was startled awake by someone touching him, something warm, something he could recognize anywhere. He reached out a hand and met something soft with his fingers,
"Potter?" He muttered, and opened his eyes to find the Gryffindor crawling on top of him.
Potter's hands were everywhere, going to forbidden places where the real Harry Potter would never place them,
"Hey! Hands off!" Draco snapped and tried to pull the hands off from under his shirt.
Potter smiled and laughed, "I missed you, where have you been?"
The Gryffindor was rubbing himself against Draco, and Draco's dreamy state vanished fast,
"You better stop that now, Potter. Come on, move!" He pushed the boy off of him with force but it was difficult when the Gryffindor evidently had no plans to go anywhere,
"Why are you being so mean to me again?" Potter asked and kept his head still to stare at Draco with wide eyes.
Draco could swear he saw part of the green even in the night darkness.
"Do Weasley and Granger know you are here?" Draco asked, ignoring Potter's stupid question.
Potter shook his head, and asked, "Can't I sleep on top of you?"
Draco frowned, "Why didn't you wake them up and tell them you were coming here? Potter, I need you to stop acting like that, and start thinking rationally. From now on you have to tell Weasley or Granger about every single move you make in the castle, is that clear?"
Potter nodded, but apparently thought there were things more important than that, "If I promise, can we have sex?"
Draco groaned and crossed an arm over his eyes. Like it wasn't bad enough that Potter was all messed up in the head, the Gryffindor was also reckless, coming to meet Draco in the middle of the night.
What if the former Death Eaters were lurking somewhere just waiting for the weakened Saviour to stomp straight into their trap?
The thought sent cold, unpleasant shivers down Draco's back. Potter was climbing on top of him again,
"Potter! Stop doing that! You have no idea how much you're going to hate yourself when this is all over!"
He tried to push the Gryffindor away but Potter was fighting back, smiling, clearly not believing a word Draco said.
Draco groaned and gave up, Potter was too strong, no use to fight back,
"I need to ask you something." Draco muttered, and sighed as he let the Gryffindor make himself comfortable against Draco.
It did feel good, it felt wonderful to have Potter right there, touching and too close, all over, warming Draco's skin and insides.
It would have felt better if it had been the real Potter, the one who would probably use all unforgivables on Draco as soon as the curses were lifted from him. Draco sighed.
"Can you remember our past? Any of it?" Draco asked, and found his hand stroking Potter's soft, dark hair, unable to stop.
He gasped suddenly as he realised Potter was rock hard against him, oh hell no.
No, no, no.
The knowledge was making his blood pump in all the wrong places, and he squeezed his eyes shut hating himself.
"Yes. I remember." Potter muttered softly and was trying to lick Draco's collarbone without letting Draco notice it, but he did notice it anyway.
"How can you rub yourself against me if you remember? About a week ago you stomped out of this room furious. Can't you remember that?" Draco insisted.
Potter's tongue was licking the hollow of Draco's throat; then rising up, meeting his Adam's apple.
The curious tongue was apparently making secret expeditions, very carefully, determined not to let Draco interfere with the mapping.
"I remember. I remember the way you talked to me, Draco," Potter whispered against the wet skin, and Draco's back arched on its own accord,
"Potter, you have to stop doing that. You have to stop." He muttered, although his body was more than ready to receive some more.
Potter's cock felt too good; pressed against him like that, if only they weren't wearing any clothes, ah.
It made him think about the various things he could do with Potter, but even with his low moral he knew it would be classified as SAPUS, Sexual Abuse of a Person Under Spell, and Potter would send him straight to Azkaban for it.
He might possibly go to Azkaban ever for all this he was doing right now. Why wasn't he having a guilty conscience right now?
He forced his eyes open and tried to keep his body still, not to let himself answer Potter's small pushing movements,
"Potter," He hissed, "Tell me. Can't you remember anything? How about the time I broke your nose?"
Potter lifted his head, the tongue left Draco's skin wet and craving for more. Potter watched Draco in the eyes and lifted his eyebrows,
"I do remember everything, I remember it all," Then he leaned closer and pressed his lips against Draco's, although Draco's hands flew against his chest with force, pushing him away.
Draco turned his head to break the kiss, "Potter! I need you to think rationally! How about sixth year! Think about it! Think about how you felt back then, you've always hated me!"
The last words were turning into a whine, because Potter was grabbing Draco's head, trying to force it stay in place so he could plant soft kisses on the corners of Draco's mouth.
Draco was trying to push him away but the hands on his face tightened, and Draco's lips pursed without his own will.
That made him narrow his eyes, he muttered with his pursed lips, Potter kissing them softly all the while,
"You idiot, let me go."
"I'll let you go on one condition," Potter muttered in between the kisses, he was rubbing himself against Draco like he couldn't stop and Draco's hands were somehow powerless to fight back the assault.
"What's that?" Draco muttered and tried to press his lips shut, but Potter still kept kissing them, and it was awful because Draco wanted so badly to surrender to it, to give in, but he couldn't.
Potter would kill him for this.
"Let's have sex, and then I'll leave you alone for a while," Potter said and sounded exceptionally serious.
Draco grabbed the boy's head and looked him in the eyes, "You would leave me alone afterwards?"
He wasn't thinking about having sex with Potter - well alright, maybe he was thinking, but he wasn't going to do it.
Not now, not ever, not with this unreal Potter.
"For a moment, yes." Potter sounded and looked serious.
Draco blinked and muttered quietly, "I miss that tone. Where are you?"
Potter blinked too, and stared at Draco for a moment before suddenly kissing him furiously.
Draco moaned and tried to fight back, but the permafrost inside him was making cracking sounds again, closer to an unstoppable final breaking point, and he gave in.
Potter's tongue was all over his mouth, brushing and sweeping his tongue, and the lips were sucking him so hard he wondered if Potter would eventually eat him alive.
The Gryffindor was rubbing against him, gods it felt good, but he had to make it stop, he was the only one who was responsible for them.
He grabbed Potter's head tightly, and held it still, "Open your eyes," his whisper was hoarse, "Potter, look at me."
Potter opened his eyes, which were wearing a veil of lust, dark pupils eclipsing the green,
"Potter, you have to listen to me, and do everything I say from now on. Do you trust me?"
Potter nodded with effort, and Draco tried to sound firm, "Good. I want you to do everything I say, I need you to believe my every word and know that I mean what I say."
Potter simply nodded again, but Draco didn't know if the Gryffindor could be trusted in anything,
"You need to tell Granger and Weasley if you're ever coming to meet me. You need to go to classes and act like you don't like me. You need to eat in the Great Hall without staring at me the whole time. You can't touch me in public places. Okay? Can you do all that for me?"
Potter was making hesitant, thoughtful faces, as if thinking was taking a lot of effort. Finally the Gryffindor whispered, "I'll try. Can I fuck you?"
Draco made a small whining noise, and muttered, "You know what? You can fuck me one day, but only after we have gotten the curses off from you. Okay?"
Potter looked thoughtful, and made constantly rubbing movements like he was unable to stop,
"Do you think I'm under a curse?" Potter muttered with hazy eyes, and tried to kiss Draco again.
Draco kept his head still, "Yes! Yes, you are. Do you believe me?"
Potter nodded, "If you say so."
Draco gave him a small smile and brushed the boy's hair. Why did Potter have to be so cute, even while acting like a horny dog?
Potter looked suddenly serious again, "Draco, I really need to. I need to have sex with you."
Draco blinked and the picture was suddenly coming clearer, like someone had just melted the frost from a window glass,
"What happens if you can't have sex with me?"
Potter shook his head a little, like clearing his mind, "I don't know, but I need it really badly."
Draco swallowed; the situation wasn't funny in the least, "How does it feel?"
The mental image of a horny dog disappeared and was replaced by a Potter, who would crucio himself as soon as he curses were lifted off.
Potter had hated him the day he'd stomped out of the room, a week ago. The real Potter hated Draco, and would possibly strangle them both if he ever got normal again. It was difficult to keep that thought in mind.
Potter gave a small smile, "I feel like my whole body is on fire."
Draco's eyes widened a little, "So it hurts?"
Potter nodded and muttered, "I can't help it. I need your body."
Draco didn't tell the boy stop the rocking, small thrusting movements. Yes, the situation wasn't funny at all.
There was nothing funny about the Boy Who Lived, who was a slave of a curse, making him do things he would normally never do. The curse was like imperius, Draco thought.
Draco felt sorry for him. What if the roles were reversed? What if Draco was under that curse and was rubbing himself against someone he really hated, like Weasley? The thought made him sick.
"Poor thing," Draco muttered and stroked Potter's hair.
Potter closed his eyes, and all the while he kept rocking, rocking against Draco, searching for relief, and Draco felt somewhat sad about it.
"Let me fuck you," Potter whispered, pleading.
Draco swallowed, "I will, as soon as you're free from the curses."
Potter frowned, keeping his eyes closed, rocking and rocking, "Can you rub me off?"
Draco took a deep breath, and cold shivers were running down his back, Salazar how much he wanted to do it all,
"Not tonight, Harry, not tonight." He whispered.
Potter sighed, frustrated, and kept thrusting, slowly, like he was fighting it back.
He whispered barely audibly, "You don't like me."
A tear fell on Draco's cheek from the closed eyes above him, "That's not true. I do like you. I like you in reality, whereas in reality you hate me, Harry."
He felt so sorry for this cursed Gryffindor, he thought it would be alright if the real Potter hated him for this, as he pulled the boy's head down and kissed him.
Potter's lips were gentle at first but then they became more demanding, the tongue pushing in Draco's mouth with unnecessary force.
Draco surrendered to it with the knowledge that the curses could be broken any day now, and if Potter would hate him forever, then he would at least have had a couple of kisses with him.
It was better than nothing, although it wasn't with the real Harry Potter. It wasn't with the one who really hated him, and who Draco used to hate back.
Potter's lips were panting against Draco's mouth, "Let me suck you off then, I'd be good, you'd like it."
Draco groaned in pain, "I wish I could, but I can't."
Potter gave an exasperated moan, "But you'd like it, I promise."
Draco kissed him, just to shut his mouth, and stroked his hair, wishing he could do that again some other time too.
Potter broke the kiss, "I wouldn't tell anyone. Let me do it."
Draco moaned, and almost felt like crying with frustration. His cock was aching too!
His loins were on fire without any damned curse, why did it have to be like this?
"Potter, I need you to believe me when I say this. I want it but we can't do it. We can do it once you're free from the curses, okay?"
Potter refused to open his eyes, he was breathing through his mouth, sounding breathless.
"Look at me," Draco said, and Potter opened his eyes, they were filled with tears but Draco wasn't intimidated by that, because this wasn't the real Harry Potter.
This was someone who looked like Harry but wasn't him, "You believe me, right?"
Potter nodded, and all the while he was rocking, and Draco wondered if he could let Potter rub himself off against Draco.
Would the real Potter think it was the wrong thing to do?
Draco could explain to him, that he couldn't look at the Gryffindor in such pain. Would the real Potter believe him?
Potter's movements were slow, like he was already tired with it, but still couldn't stop.
The sight was so beautiful and sad, this was like a daydream come true, and a nightmare at the same time.
Draco had no idea what he should do.
"Draco, help me," Potter moaned, and it sounded painful enough, and it made Draco's chest ache.
"Shush, okay, I will. I know what we can do," Draco muttered and stroked the boy's hair.
Potter was staring at him in the eyes; the glint of hope was shining through all the sadness,
"Can I suck you off?" Potter asked, almost excited.
Draco smiled gently and shook his head, "No, but you can keep doing that with a little more force, and I'll do it with you. How's that?"
The real Potter would kill him, but Draco could defend himself by saying that he had thought because they had clothes on, it was more like simple wank with a mate, and not sex with a person you desired.
And! And… Draco had only done it so that Potter wouldn't get a stroke and die in his bed!
That in mind he let all his limbs wrap around Potter, but Potter muttered, "Can't we take our clothes off?"
Draco gave a small smile because of the desperate tone, shook his head and muttered, "You'll like this, I promise."
He pulled Potter into another kiss, and the Gryffindor was suddenly all energetic and lusty, moaning, and pushing against Draco like the Slytherin never expected him to.
Draco was melting under the warm body, and wrapped his legs even tighter around Potter's legs, to get closer, pressure, the friction was wonderful, and he could feel Potter's cock through his nightwear.
It would've been a lot better without the clothing, Potter was right about that, but this was the best he could do without thinking he was abusing the cursed Gryffindor.
Potter was making all kinds of lusty noises in the back of his throat while he was kissing Draco, giving Draco's cock that wonderful pressure and rubbing.
Draco made a small whimper in the back of his throat when he realised he would come too, he hadn't thought about it, but of course he would, and it would happen too soon.
Potter started licking and biting Draco's neck; and the Slytherin threw his head back, moaning.
It was alright to give in, because Potter was under a curse, and who knew if Draco was too, he could always say he thought he was under something.
Under something else than Potter. Except under Potter was better than being under a curse. Under Potter felt perfect, so he moaned again.
Potter's lips were sucking his neck, marking him, he didn't mind, he simply kept moaning, because he felt so good.
Potter panted in his ear, "I love it when you moan like that, ah, so hot…"
Draco pushed up against him, loving it, Potter's body felt so good on him, ohhh...
"So good," He hissed, and grabbed Potter's arse harder, forcing the boy deeper against him, and he was rocking back and forth too, and oh gods, he would come soon, too soon.
Potter made his cock feel perfect, his thoughts were blurring, and he sucked Potter's neck hard to stop himself from screaming as the orgasm was suddenly getting closer, fast.
It started to beat like a drum inside him, louder, and louder, and uh,
"So close," he gasped and threw his head back, moaning as it came too loud, and drummed through his body, making it arch under Potter.
He held his breath, and let the orgasm beat him violently, he was shaking, and Potter was there, burying his face on Draco's neck and moaning delightfully.
He was still shaking and fingers strained tight over Potter's arse when the Gryffindor finally reached his release and literally shouted aloud against Draco's neck.
After a couple more of those softer rocking movements, the Gryffindor finally became all limp and panted against Draco's skin, exhausted.
He made a small whimper of exhaustion, and Draco smiled as he let his fingers loosen on the boy's arse, let his fingers run up the sweaty back of Potter's shirt, and settled for holding the boy near in a gentle way.
He was breathless, and happy.
"Thank you, Draco, I love you," Pottered muttered against Draco's neck. Draco smiled, and felt like kissing Potter, but was too tired to even turn his head.
His fingers were in the back of Potter's neck, stroking the skin, feeling the shorter hairs there, he kissed Potter's neck gently, and muttered, "I wish that was true."
Potter muttered, "It is true."
Draco laughed and kept stroking the Gryffindor's neck gently until Potter lifted his head and planted a soft kiss on Draco's lips.
Draco felt way too content to start fighting at this point, the damage was done, Potter would kill him, everything was alright, so he kissed him back, gently and then muttered,
"Poor Potter, if you had any idea what's going on."
Potter lifted his head, "What do you mean?"
Draco looked him in the eyes and stroked the Gryffindor's hair, he loved the way it felt under his fingers, so soft,
"I simply meant that you wouldn't be saying that without the curses upon you. You will hate yourself when this is all over."
Potter blinked, and frowned, "I don't like it when you say that. I love you, and nothing can change that."
Draco gave him a smile, and kept stroking, "Alright, whatever you say, Harry."
Potter's lips reflected his smile back, and the Gryffindor was about to lean into a kiss, when Draco said with a soft voice,
"I think you should go back to your own bed now."
Potter shook his head, "No, I want to sleep with you."
Draco grinned, "On top of me?"
Potter smiled, "Exactly."
Draco sighed and debated with himself, all the while stroking the wonderful, dark hair.
Could he let Potter sleep in here? No, of course not. Weasley and Granger would – oh Merlin, he was so tired with all this fighting back.
He muttered to Potter with the softest voice he could form, "I'll let you sleep here with one condition."
Potter smiled, softly, his finger was running on Draco's collarbone, "Mmm?"
"You promised me you would leave me alone for a while after we had sex, and we just did. You can sleep in here, but we can't have sex, and I need you to stop asking for it. Can you do that?"
Draco knew he was being unfair. He was the one who wasn't under a curse, he should've kept Potter in a distance, and fought back, instead of asking the cursed one try to stay in control.
The problem was that he wasn't able to fight back, because he wanted Potter too much already.
He wanted to have sex, lots of it, and he knew he would surrender again the moment Potter started rubbing against him.
Potter raised his eyebrows a little but then leaned down to lick Draco's collar bones, Draco hissed,
"Stop it, or I'll levitate you back to Gryffindor tower."
"Okay, I'll do my best. Can I sleep on top of you?" Potter muttered, and smiled so sweetly, there was no way Draco could push him away now,
"Okay but I'll push you down if I can't sleep," Draco muttered, and Potter was about to kiss him again, but he turned his head, so the lips smacked against his cheek,
"Time to sleep, Harry, goodnight." Draco closed his eyes and pressed his lips in a tight line so that Potter would understand not to kiss him.
"Goodnight, my love," Potter muttered, and gave him a soft kiss anyway, before lying down right there, on Draco's chest and wrapping his arms a little too tightly around Draco.
Draco sighed, he was exhausted, and stroked Potter's hair until he fell asleep, content, wishing it was the real Potter, and not the cursed one.
ooOoOoo
The next morning Draco woke up, and found the Gryffindor spooning him tightly, rubbing his hard cock against Draco's arse. Draco groaned,
"Potter, you have to go. Weasley and Granger are going to hang me if they find you here. They're probably looking for you everywhere already. Stop rubbing and go!"
The Gryffindor moaned and his hand was a little too near to Draco's cock right now, "Potter, I'm serious! Get out of here this minute!"
Draco felt well rested, but that only meant he would take the responsibility over Potter's behavior around him.
He would have to be strong. He wouldn't let any sexual encounters happen before Potter was back to normal.
He would keep a close eye on them both, and make sure nothing, absolutely nothing, sexual would be going on between them.
"Draco…" Potter moaned but his cock was now between Draco's arse cheeks, making fairly familiar movements, Draco frowned,
"Potter!"
"Draco, ah…" Potter's fingers were clutching Draco's hipbones unnecessarily hard, the Gryffindor was too tightly against Draco's back,
"Potter, I need you to s–"
"Uh, Draco, uh…" Potter moaned and his fingers were too tight, and he was pressing his cock too firmly, rubbing it, pressing his whole body against Draco.
Draco already knew based on the panting, the Gryffindor was too close to be able to stop it.
So Draco shut his eyes, sighed, and listened to Potter's gasps and whines. He got too turned on by it, and tried to stay still as the boy kept moving against him.
Potter moaned loudly, when he came, and Draco could feel every little shudder that coursed through Potter's body.
He could feel his night pants get damp where Potter was shooting his warm load, and Draco wondered if Potter was wearing any pants right now.
He kept still, letting Potter pant against the back of his neck, sending pleasant shivers down Draco's back.
He was rock hard, and wanted nothing more than to turn around and hiss at the dark haired boy 'suck me, my Chosen One, suck me', but he bit his lip to stop himself in time.
He swallowed all the saliva that kept gathering in his mouth because Potter's wet cock was still rubbing against his arse.
Potter was the hottest thing ever; he knew that now without a doubt. He could probably come just by listening to Potter's moans.
"Draco," Potter panted, and kissed Draco's clothed shoulder. Draco reached out, past the curtain of the bed, and pulled his wand on the bed.
He cast a quick cleaning spell on Potter, then on himself (although last night's traces couldn't be spelled off anymore, the pants would require some proper House Elf work).
He swallowed some more of the saliva that kept forming in his mouth, and forced his mouth to work,
"Potter, I need you to go now. Go and find Weasley and Granger, and spend the day with them, okay? Can you remember what I told you last night? Don't stare at me, don't touch me et cetera. Can you do that?"
Potter was stroking Draco's stomach gently, "Are you mad at me?"
Draco sighed, "No, I'm not mad at you at all. I simply need you to go now, okay?"
Potter made a small sound of protest but did sit up, and Draco turned on his back, to take a look at his not real Potter.
Merlin, the boy looked so hot and cute, dark hair all messier than usual, green eyes sparkling, and cheeks faintly red with that satisfied afterglow, the softest smile on the perfect lips.
Draco was melting again, like the permafrost inside him had noticed he was actually in a desert right now, lying in the sun, before Potter's eyes -
"I'll do my best so that you'll be very satisfied with me," The sweetest wizard on the planet muttered, and Draco groaned softly.
Potter eyes shifted from Draco's eyes all the way down to the tent on Draco's pants, but Draco was faster and grabbed Potter's hand,
"Don't even think about, you sex addict. Now, go, or I'll levitate you out."
To make his threat more intimidating, he pointed his wand at Potter, who kept smiling like there was nothing to worry about although Draco Malfoy, the ex-Death Eater was pointing his wand at him,
"Give me a kiss, and then I'll go, I promise" Potter was already crawling on top of him, brushing Draco's cock a bit unnecessarily while doing so, and pressed his lips on Draco's, softly.
Draco kissed him back, but made sure the tempo was slow and peaceful, he didn't need any more temptation than he already had.
Lips were brushing his, wet, and gentle, oh why this couldn't be the real Harry Potter kissing him, just like this, oh.
He pushed the boy away gently, the lips separated reluctantly, and Draco missed their touch already.
All the words he could form were, "Go, Harry…"
He opened his eyes slowly to look into the green, sparkling ones, and Potter muttered, "I'll see you later. I love you."
The words hit Draco like a punch on the stomach, and he was incapable of moving or saying anything.
Potter got up, pulled the curtain open and picked up his invisibility cloak (how irresponsible to leave it on the floor, for Merlin's sake!) from the floor and smiled at Draco before vanishing underneath it.
Draco watched the door of the room open, and then close. He pulled the curtain shut, wrapped his fist lazily around his cock, rubbed himself slowly, wishing it was Potter stroking him.
Everything had changed.
ooOoOoo
Potter was staring at him at breakfast, smiling but not eating. Draco frowned, and mouthed 'don't stare!'.
Potter dropped his eyes on the plate before leaving the Great Hall.
Draco didn't see him in classes, or lunch, or dinner, but Weasley and Granger kept giving him glances, which didn't really say anything.
He was somewhat worried but felt certain either the two Gryffindors or the headmistress would have informed him if Potter's condition got worse.
ooOoOoo
Potter didn't come to his bed that night, although Draco had trouble sleeping, waiting for him to show up.
He missed Potter; he missed the lips, and all the sweet nonsense that had kept escaping from the Gryffindor's lips.
He knew he should calm down, suffer the loss and move on. Maybe they had healed Potter already, maybe that was why Potter didn't want to see him.
He should stop fantasizing. He could never have Potter in reality, never.
Yet Potter had made him crave after things he didn't know he wanted, like… those soft words, and… warm, loving body.
He hadn't thought about it, because he hadn't let anyone get so close in a long, long time.
He had forgotten how it felt, when someone was touching him, gently, like Potter did, and what it felt like to touch someone, how soft Potter's hair felt under his fingers.
He sighed, and hugged his pillow. He couldn't remember when he had had this bad of a crush on someone the last time. It might just be that he hadn't felt this strongly about anyone before.
Draco fell into restless dreams of a very loving Gryffindor, luckily he could have him in his dreams at least; the real Harry Potter, who didn't hate him, but loved him.