ooO Tonight Ooo
The next day Draco woke up feeling disoriented and worried, "Harry?"
He turned around but the Gryffindor wasn't there, and he realised he had simply been half asleep, thinking Potter had been sleeping with him.
He sat up, and sighed before pulling the curtain open. Blaise was standing in front of the mirror, fixing his tie.
He saw Draco from the reflection, and asked, "Still worried about Potter?"
Draco made a noncommittal sound before standing up and going towards the shower, he was about to close the door of the bathroom, when Blaise said,
"He'll be fine, don't worry about him."
Draco made another noise without a proper response and closed the door. He stood in the shower for a long time.
He felt certain Potter had been healed. Otherwise Potter would have contacted him in some way.
Potter must hate him again.
He should be prepared in case Potter would hex him the next time they met.
On breakfast he was really starting to get worried when he didn't see Potter. He met Granger's gaze, and mouthed 'where is he?'.
Granger pulled a piece of parchment from her pocket, scribbled something, and spelled it to fly, take a long route across the ceiling, and land on Draco's empty plate.
Draco opened it, the note said,
Nothing new. We're keeping him in surveillance since he's become impossible and everyone would notice if we brought him anywhere public. We keep telling everyone he hurt himself while he was flying, and that he's in hospital wing, but he's actually in his room in the Gryffindor tower. I'll let you know if there's any change.
McGonagall is puzzled, it's apparently difficult to find out the exact curses, because it's hard to tell which of the symptoms belong to which curse.
Draco looked at her and nodded.
ooOoOoo
In the evening it happened; Hermione Granger stomped into Draco's room while he was doing his homework. When Draco realised who entered the room, he also knew who was behind Granger, pushing past her, and in the next seconds there was an armful of Gryffindor sweetness against him.
Draco wrapped his arms around Potter without caring about anything else, the Gryffindor was whining against Draco's neck,
"Draco, Draco, I missed you."
"Where have you been?" Draco asked, while thinking Potter might accidentally strangle Draco with his limbs, currently wrapped tightly around his neck. An unexplainable relief washed over Draco, so strongly he wondered when he'd been that relieved last time. Oh, right, back in the summer, when Potter had done his miraculous testimony and saved Draco's arse.
"They didn't let me come. I hate them!" Potter turned his head enough to glare at Granger over his shoulder.
Draco's eyes narrowed, "Care to explain, Granger? Why the hell didn't you let him come to me?"
"I'm so sorry, Harry, you know I am, but you tried to kill Ron. We didn't know what to do!" Granger tried to look determined, but Draco could see how guilty she felt.
Potter should have killed both the Weasel and Granger, if they had been keeping Potter away from his rightful owner. Draco shouted,
"I particularly don't care if Harry tried to kill the Weasel, but that doesn't explain why you wouldn't let him come here."
Draco gritted his teeth, he was furious and barely managed to resist saying all the insult that were forming on top of his tongue.
All he could think about was that he could have spent the past two days, and one night, with the lovely, cursed Harry Kitten Potter, whom he had been missing even more than he cared to admit to himself.
Granger was fighting back tears, and tried to set her jaw, "The curses had gotten worse when he left your room the other morning!"
Draco felt like someone just pulled the rug from under his feet, "What?"
"Ever since Harry returned to Gryffindor tower that morning, he's been all over the place. He constantly tried to leave to find you, he won't talk to me or Ron; simply says he hates us. The reason why I'm here now, is because Harry hasn't eaten ever since he spent the night in here, and he hasn't slept either."
Suddenly Draco's kitten seemed more helpless, and smaller on Draco's arms, and the Slytherin's throat felt constricted,
"What does McGonagall say about that? How did you manage to keep Harry away from me?"
Potter's hands were currently running down Draco's back, and then they disappeared underneath Draco's shirt, and Draco shivered. It was a good thing Draco was facing Granger, and she couldn't see behind his back right now.
"McGonagall had to stun Harry to get him to the hospital wing," Granger began crying but Draco didn't blame her,
"And Madam Pomfrey had no idea what to do, because Harry simply wouldn't listen to anyone, and was aggressive. She said usually the symptoms of a love potion can be relieved temporarily with a potion, but because there is another curse on him too, the potion didn't help at all!"
Draco swallowed, seemed like Kitten Potter was in trouble, "You still didn't answer my question. How did you manage to keep him in the Gryffindor tower?"
Granger hid her face on her hands, "We um… tied him up, gave him some calming potions, and… um… took his wand."
"WHAT?" Draco shouted, and tried to resist the urge to reach for his wand, and send the mudblood for a lifelong journey on Pluto,
"You bloody idiots!"
Granger was weeping helplessly, "He tried to kill Ron! Madam Pomfrey gave us some potions that could be used in situations when there are more curses than one on the victim, but… oh Harry, I'm so sorry. We didn't know what to do! I took him here so that maybe you could try to make him eat or sleep. Honestly, Malfoy, we are at a loss. I can't understand how no-one finds out what's wrong with him."
Potter was trying to kiss Draco's neck, and Draco muttered to his ear softly, "Darling, what did I tell you about public shows of affection?"
Potter stopped. Draco narrowed his eyes at Granger,
"I am appalled, Granger. Even every bloody idiot, like you, should know that when the victim is under more than one curses, the condition gets worse faster than with only one curse! And it had nothing to do with the fact that Potter spent that one night in here, so you should have simply let him come to me!"
Granger narrowed her eyes back, "Oh really? If it's common knowledge, then why didn't McGonagall or Madam Pomfrey know that?"
Draco swallowed. Where had he read that? He had certainly read that somewhere, just a while ago,
"Well alright, maybe it was limited to some certain types of potions then. But it's quite clear to me, that this is exactly what has happened with Mr. Kitten here!"
Granger stared at him and muttered, "Draco Malfoy, I swear to you, if you know anything about these curses, and won't share it with me, I will spell your balls off and boil – "
"I already told you I want him to get better too! I told you I prefer the real one over this. I promised McGonagall I would help, and here I am, and I will help him. No wonder he hates your lot, if you are treating him worse than my father treated our House Elves! Get out of here Granger, get out, and stay out of my sight! It is my turn to help him now, and I'm sure he will be feeling a lot better when I have managed to make him eat and sleep. You will see."
Granger narrowed her eyes at Draco, but spoke to Harry, "Harry, I'm sorry. We don't know how to help you but we are doing our best all the time. You have to believe me. Harry, we love you."
Potter didn't say anything, and Draco simply said, "Go."
Granger wiped her eyes and sighed, but turned to leave, taking one more glance at Harry, and muttering, "If you hurt him – "
"You hurt him, Granger! Not me!" Draco's eyes were narrowed.
Granger left, and the room became so quiet it hurt Draco's ears.
He tried to pull away from the Gryffindor, but Potter tried his best not to let him,
"Harry, you can let go now. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."
Potter loosened his grip and looked Draco in the eyes, "Draco, I love you."
Draco gave a curt smile, and sighed in relief, "I know. Would you like to eat something?"
Potter shook his head, "I can't eat. I need your skin, Draco…"
Potter was trying to pull Draco's shirt off, and Draco let him do that, "Harry, I know you need me but you need to eat too. How about some sweets?"
Potter was tearing his own shirt off with force, "I told you, I can't eat. I need your skin, you have no idea how bad my skin aches."
Draco didn't know what to do, but figured it was better to continue this conversation in his bed. He pulled the curtain open, and suddenly Potter was there, pushing Draco in the bed with all his strength.
Draco went with the pushing, not fighting back, and ended up on his back, muttering, "Calm down, we're in no hurry, it's going to be fine."
He watched calmly as Potter was impatiently trying to open Draco's trousers. So impatiently, it almost hurt to watch. Potter said with an almost angry voice,
"Draco, I've been on fire for what feels like eternity. I thought I was going to die. I need to feel your skin, or I will burn to death."
Potter was pulling his trousers off, and Draco let him do that, unable to decide whether this should be allowed or not,
"I know, I know you are in pain but it's going to get better soon. Everything's going to get better, you'll see."
Potter fumbled with his own trousers, and got rid of them with a record-breaking speed,
"I know, you'll help me. Help me now, Draco, help me."
Next the Gryffindor was trying to pull down Draco's underwear, and the Slytherin muttered, "Can't you leave them on? You'll be fine even if we're not completely naked."
He had permanent silencing charms around his bed, but he quickly cast a new one, just in case. Then he grabbed Potter's glasses and slipped his hand behind the curtain to place them on his bedside table.
"It feels better this way, trust me." Potter said and was already banishing his underwear, and Draco hated himself a little as he let his eyes roam the Gryffindor's body.
Potter was hard, Potter was hot, and Draco's cock was responding to the sight eagerly. Potter practically jumped all over him, and pressed tightly against him until he got every inch of his body against Draco's.
The Slytherin couldn't help but smile, as he wrapped his arms around the Kitten Potter and asked, "Feeling any better?
Potter weight, Potter's warmth, Potter's skin, everything, all for Draco. Potter was sucking his neck, sending cold shivers down Draco's back, "Yes, but I need so much more. Have you ever been rock hard for two whole days?"
Potter's cock was rubbing against his, and his cock was getting harder all the time, he moaned, "No, I haven't."
"Well it hurts like hell. You have no idea how bad it hurts. I'm constantly burning, and it hurts so bad I can't even think about anything else."
Draco let his fingers curl around the soft hair in the back of Potter's neck, while his other hand was travelling Potter's back, all the way down to his arse, "Poor thing"
Potter sucked his neck and pushed harder against him, "Draco, let's have sex. Let's fuck."
Draco grabbed the Gryffindor's arse more tightly, "Honey, we can't. But this is just as good."
Potter lifted his head and kissed Draco with such force Draco felt like he was under an attack by a hungry Werewolf.
He let himself push and rub against Potter, and it felt so good, Potter's cock really was hard. Not just hard, but very, very hard. He made a sound in the back of his throat, and Potter released him from the kiss to mutter,
"Draco, I love your voice,"
Draco didn't bother opening his eyes, simply pushed his tongue out to reach Potter's lips, and Potter kissed him again.
Potter pushing against him was the best thing he had ever felt, it felt amazing. Possibly only because it was Harry Potter, the magical Saviour, and the Saint.
He moaned and grabbed Potter's arse harder, thrusting to get more friction. Merlin how much he wanted to ask Potter to fuck him, the thought made him moan again, and Potter began sucking his neck.
Potter was so wonderfully wild, making rough movements, causing Draco's cock cry in joy.
The Gryffindor tried to place his hand between their bodies, but Draco stopped him, "Harry, uh, no…no hands."
He was frustrated, and Potter was too because Potter moaned in a pained way. Potter was suffering, Draco knew he was.
The Slytherin wrapped his legs tighter and tighter around Potter to get closer.
"Touch me," Potter panted against Draco's ear, Draco moaned, he really loved Potter's voice too.
"I will, as soon as the cur –"
"No! I want you to touch me now. Please." Potter panted and rocked his hips with force.
Draco moaned and kissed his bare shoulder, then neck, then stayed there, kissing, under the boy's right ear.
He whispered, "Harry, I'm sorry, I – "
"No! Draco! I need you to touch me, please, please, touch me," Potter whined, and sounded like he was in terrible pain, possibly about to start crying or getting violent if he didn't get what he wanted.
"Potter, you should have let me finish. I was saying I'm sorry because I know you will kill me, but I have to do this."
He reached for Potter's cock and wrapped his fingers tightly around it, not caring if their position was suitable for it or not, he rubbed and pumped with force.
Potter was moaning against his neck, muttering nonsense, "Love that, don't stop, please, don't stop."
Draco moaned and pumped harder, Potter's cock was perfect, so hot and slick with pre-come, and responding to Draco's touch like he was the wand's owner.
"Ah, Draco, don't stop, so good," Potter's moans were making him feel like he might come just by listening to it, and he had to place his other hand there as well, to give his own cock some relief.
Potter moved just enough to let both Draco's hands rub them better, and Potter's arms were shaking with the effort.
Draco watched his own hands, and the two cocks sliding between his fists, he moaned, he loved the sight, oh Merlin, oh Merlin, oh…
Potter gasped for breath and shuddered slightly, then released a high pitched moan, and Draco's eyes were suddenly staring into the green gaze.
Without the glasses, Potter's eyes were so green right now.
Potter's eyes were half-lidded and lusty, and he stared right back at Draco, and moaned.
It was even sexier when they were looking into each other's eyes, and Draco was so close, he panted,
"So close, so good…"
"Me too, don't stop," Potter was shuddering, and Draco drew hasty breaths, as the orgasm was getting too close.
"Watch me in the eyes, when you come," Potter muttered, and gasped for breath.
Draco grinned and panted, he was so close, "I'm coming already,"
Potter's eyes were glimmering, and smiling. Draco bit his lower lip, and let himself moan in the back of his throat.
He didn't know if he could manage not to close his eyes and throw his head back, but he tried,
"Uh, Harry, I... – "
He gasped for breath as his whole body got rigid, and his both hands came to halt, he stared right into the green eyes and he was coming, and coming, all over Potter' cock, and the green eyes were devouring him.
He gasped and shuddered, and tried to remember to move his right hand which was still on Potter's pulsing cock, "Ah, Draco, don't stop…"
Draco swallowed and panted, and kept pumping furiously, just to see Potter squeeze his eyes shut for a moment before opening them again.
Potter drew a sharp breath, and imitated Draco, trying not to move or close his eyes, as his body was shaking, and his come was splashing all over Draco.
The green eyes wide, and staring, pupils narrowing in pleasure.
Draco grinned, and kept staring into the green eyes, and Potter started breathing again, panting, and whole body shaking, "Draco, oh…"
Draco released the Gryffindor's cock and wrapped his both arms lazily around the boy's lower back, Potter dropped his whole weight on Draco and buried his face on Draco's neck.
They both kept taking hasty breaths for a while before managing to reach a more normal rhythm.
Draco's both hands were covered in come, but he didn't care, he rubbed the seed over Potter's skin, as he pulled the boy in a tighter hug.
He breathed in Potter's neck. He liked the way Potter's smelled, so good, Potter was perfect in every way.
He sighed, content, and closed his eyes.
Potter kissed his neck, and muttered, "You're too hot."
Draco laughed suddenly, and replied, "You know, you're too hot. Hot, sexy and cute on top of that."
Potter kissed his neck again, and again, marking him, "No, I'm not, but you are. Draco, you're amazing, so good, I love you."
The words hit him again, like Potter had punched him in a very sensitive place, and he couldn't say anything.
He wrapped his arms a little tighter around the Gryffindor and pressed his face tightly against Potter's neck, squeezing his eyes shut, and taking a deep breath.
Potter's hands were everywhere, stroking his skin gently, on his neck, on the back of his neck, on his hair.
Potter's lips were caressing his ear, and shoulder, and neck, and finally Draco pulled back enough to allow the boy to catch his lips.
Instead Potter planted soft kisses in the corners of his mouth before planting one in the middle of Draco's waiting lips, teasing.
Draco breathed in, stealing the air from Potter's mouth just before the boy kissed him, gently, and Draco moaned with the sensation.
Potter's lips were warm, and wet, tempting, telling sweet things without words. Draco brushed his tongue over Potter's lips, and into his mouth. Potter met his tongue, calmly, brushing.
Draco pulled away and kissed Potter's shoulder, before hiding his face on the boy's neck again. He stayed there, taking deep breaths.
Potter's stomach grumbled; Draco frowned, and muttered softly, "Would you like to go to dinner with me?"
Potter laughed, "It's past dinner time already. I'm not hungry for food, I'm hungry for you."
Draco smiled contentedly, "I know but you should eat some food anyway, sweetheart."
He couldn't remember if he had ever called anyone 'sweetheart' before. He wasn't sure but he thought he might've already called Potter a lot of things he hadn't ever called anyone before, but it felt right.
It wasn't like him, but it felt right. Every word he said suited this Harry Potter perfectly. The Gryffindor was made out of all those things, all sweetness and honey.
"I know but I can't. It would come back up, I know it would, so I can't. But maybe I could drink you…"
The Gryffindor lifted his head and gazed at Draco dreamily, smiling. Draco's lips curved into a smile,
"What do you mean?"
Potter leaned down and whispered in his ear, like he was telling a secret, "I'd like to drink your… cum."
The whisper sent shivers down Draco's back, "You can't do that, Harry, but I could give you white chocolate."
Potter lifted his head and lifted his eyebrows excitedly, "And that would be code language for what exactly?"
Draco smiled softly, "Code language for real white chocolate, I'm sure Blaise has some in his drawer."
Potter's eyes flashed, and Draco recognized it and froze. The real Harry Potter was back.
"Blaise? You're thinking about him! I knew you were with him! How dare you, you're mine! Mine!"
This expression Draco knew well, "Potter? What are you talking about? No, I haven't been with him. I said he might have chocolate…"
"And how would you know that? Of course you would, you slut! You've been fucking him all this time, haven't you! That's why you don't love me! That's why you won't have se – "
"WHAT? Potter! Shut the hell up, you idiot! He's just a friend! How dare you call me a slut, huh?"
Potter was gritting his teeth, almost growling, and said, "I'll kick his arse!"
Potter was trying to get up, but Draco wrapped all his limbs around the Gryffindor, and shouted,
"Potter! Stop this! I do love you! Alright? I do! Stop this nonsense right this minute, or I won't have sex with you ever again!"
Potter froze and then relaxed, but his jaw felt hard against Draco's shoulder as the boy was gritting his teeth.
Draco frowned. The situation was really getting out of hand again. He didn't know if he would be able to control Kitten Potter after all.
He would have to use the sex as a weapon, because Potter needed the sex, and he could always threaten him with not giving it, if Potter wasn't taking his orders.
He felt sorry for him at the same time, forgiving anything nasty Potter might call him, because it wasn't Harry Potter, this was a demon that had stolen the Saviour's body and was using his voice.
That made him stroke the boys back soothingly, and mutter, "I am all yours, Harry. I wouldn't be with anyone else, ever."
Potter sighed and started kissing Draco's neck again; Draco relaxed but then asked, "Harry, I need to ask you something, okay?"
Potter lifted his head, the green eyes questioning, "What?"
Draco swallowed, bracing himself for some outburst, "I need to ask you. I'm with you and I wouldn't be with anyone else. But why did you think I might be with someone else?"
Potter clenched his jaw, "Because he likes you."
Draco's eyebrows shot up, "What? No, Harry, no, he doesn't. He's a friend and he hasn't got any feelings whatsoever. Why would you think something like that?"
Potter gritted his teeth, narrowing his eyes, "The card he wrote you."
Draco frowned, "What card?"
"The Valentine's card! The one that was on your bedside table! I read it! So don't try to deny anything!"
"I haven't seen any card, Potter! I have no idea what you're talking about! Where did you see this card? I'm sure you've mistaken, and it hasn't been from Blaise!"
Potter looked angry, "Well… right now it would be in pieces under your bedside table, if anyone hasn't cleaned it up."
Draco frowned and pushed the boy down with force. He got up, and slammed back the hands that were trying to catch him.
He opened the curtain, not giving a fuck if there was an audience, but there wasn't, and he dropped down on all fours, and started looking underneath the bedside table.
It was true. There were pieces of paper and he reached for them.
"I like your position, you know what it's perfect for?" Potter flirted and there was a Gryffindor hand on Draco's bare arse.
He hastily pulled the pieces of paper from under the table and grabbed his wand.
Seconds later the card was spelled in its original state, and the card had a huge heart in the middle.
Inside the heart it said,
Harry loves Draco
And on the bottom there was a small print with,
P.S. Enjoy it while you can
Draco's eyes became wide as he realised what it must mean.
Blaise!
Blaise had put the poisons on Potter's pumpkin juice.
Blaise was behind all this.
But why? Why would Blaise want to torture Potter like this?
It also meant that Blaise knew what the potions where, and therefor Potter would be saved, because Blaise would know how to cure him.
He sighed, and put the card on his drawer. He got up and walked to Blaise's drawer,
"Hey!" Potter was getting impatient, and Draco looked at him,
"Shush, boy, I'm going to give you a treat." He opened the drawer and rummaged around until he found the box he was looking for.
He walked back to his bed, and pulled the curtain shut, Potter was all over him, kissing and licking his neck, and oh no, Potter was hard again.
"Darling, I need you to lie down for me." Draco murmured in the boy's ear.
Potter threw himself on his back and reached his hands out, apparently waiting for something entirely different than what Draco had in mind.
Draco opened the box and took a piece of white chocolate, "Open your mouth for me, Harry."
He muttered and laid himself next to the boy, crossing his elbow to lean for support on his hand. Potter smiled but said, "I can't eat."
Draco frowned, feigning to be offended, "But these are my favourites. These are handmade! All the way from Wizarding London! I can't be your boyfriend unless you love these too."
Potter's eyes got wider, "But you are my boyfriend already, aren't you?"
Draco blinked, wondering when they had agreed on something like that.
He narrowed his eyes a little, and purred softly, "I won't be unless you like these, love."
Potter smiled, he was clearly enjoying the purring tone. Draco placed the chocolate on Potter's closed lips,
"Harry," He purred, "This is a part of me, you need to love it too."
Potter grabbed his hand, opened his mouth, and devoured Draco's fingers along with the chocolate.
Potter munched the chocolate, but his tongue was more intent on licking Draco's fingers, brushing them. The Gryffindor swallowed the chocolate hastily so he could suck Draco's fingers.
Draco's cock gave a twitch. God damn, Potter was sexy, sucking and licking, just so, ah.
He pulled his fingers out of the boy's mouth, and picked up another chocolate to let Potter repeat his actions.
This time Potter ate the chocolate even faster so he could moan in the back of his throat while sucking hard on Draco's fingers.
Draco released a soft moan, and pulled his fingers out, they made a plop sound, and that just gave his cock another twitch.
Before he managed to grab the next one, Potter's fingers were on the box. He picked one up and placed it against Draco's lips.
Draco took it between his teeth, and leaned down to kiss Potter, and forced the chocolate in the boy's mouth.
Potter munched it hastily and lapped his chocolate covered tongue all over Draco's mouth.
Draco's cock was giving him a hard time not to just get up, and push it down Potter's throat too.
He moaned and forced his head up, so he could place another chocolate between Potter's lips.
Potter was a quick learner, and ate the whole box, while lapping his tongue on Draco's fingers and mouth.
It was so arousing it took all of Draco's self-control not to let it go further from there.
He ended up rewarding his kitten with a long, gentle kiss, and before he knew it, he had ended up on top of Potter, between his thighs and was rubbing himself against the boy,
"Oh no, what am I doing?" He muttered, and tried to pull away from the kiss, but Potter tried to hold him right there, and muttered,
"I love what you're doing, don't stop."
"No, I have to. I have to stop." He pulled away although his cock was reminding him that this was a nice body to be lying on.
He turned on his side, facing away from Potter, and sighed,
"Harry, I need to think for a moment. Don't push your cock between my arse cheeks in the meanwhile."
"Okay," Potter whispered, but his fingers were drawing patterns on Draco's back, sending shivers of pleasure straight to his hard cock.
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to think rationally. Blaise would cure Harry Potter tomorrow.
Potter would hate him, perhaps send him to Azkaban, and Draco… well, he couldn't tell his exact feelings towards Potter, but he knew he would miss this.
He would miss the touches, the tones, the words, all of it. The two days he had been spending without Potter, and not knowing what the situation was, made him all the more certain of how much he would miss Potter.
Potter's warmth, the way he kept burying Draco in love - artificial of course, but love, nevertheless.
He felt responsible for the clingy Kitten Potter in a weird way he couldn't remember really having felt before.
He wanted to look after the boy, keep him safe, help him, and hold him.
He secretly liked the feeling, that Potter wouldn't be able to survive without him; that was a clear fact, Potter would go mad and his skin would burst with the need.
He liked this Potter; that much he knew for sure, so he would enjoy this as long as it lasted.
If it would end tomorrow, then he would face Potter's hate, revenge, imprisonment and anything Potter would give him.
He would face the consequences for not being able to hold back now; and tonight he would spend every minute with his loving, artificial Chosen One. Yes, this was his decision.
He turned around and pulled Potter in a tight hug, letting himself moan when Potter's hands roamed his body.
Potter climbed on top of him, reading Draco's thoughts apparently, and began to rub against him once more.
Draco's body responded automatically and he pulled Potter closer, and tighter against him, like he was drowning and Potter would rescue him.
Potter was sucking his neck, and muttered, "Make love to me."
Draco moaned, "Oh, I wish I could,"
Potter was rubbing against him, hard, Draco's cock loved it, Potter's voice was so soft, tempting like dark magic, "You can, Draco, I want you to do it."
Draco tried to tell himself that it would be too much, it would be too serious. He moaned but asked, "Have you ever been with a boy?"
Potter laughed softly, right into Draco's ear and it sent shivers all over Draco's body, "Of course not, because I'm yours. I love you, Draco, I would never be with anyone else."
Fuck it. Draco couldn't handle this, this was too much, "Potter…"
"Harry…" Potter muttered and kissed his neck again.
"Harry, I… um… I know I really shouldn't but I want to. I want to fuck you so bad." Draco admitted, and squeezed his eyes shut, he took a deep breath.
Maybe the real Harry Potter would lose his memory when he was cured and wouldn't remember what Draco had said.
Then everything would be okay, right? It wouldn't matter; none of this mattered if Potter would forget it all. Maybe he could obliviate Potter afterwards.
He would never let Potter know he'd fucked him. He would be a total arsehole, steal the boy's virginity and never let him know. That was his plan, yes.
"Make love to me, Draco," Potter purred, and Draco's heart tried to leap out of his chest at the tone.
His heart had been covered in ice, but now it all cracked into pieces, and started floating, and melting into an ocean. Ocean of pure -
Draco reached his hand out to get his wand from his bedside table, behind the curtain.
He once again repeated the silencing charm, just in case, before he muttered to Potter, hoarsely,
"Lie down."
Potter almost jumped down, and lay on his back, spreading his thighs. Draco moaned as he sat up and looked at the sight.
Salazar himself would have kneeled and bowed at this creature of purest lust and beauty carved into a human shape,
"Harry, you are the most beautiful boy I've ever seen."
He might be under a curse, who knew, where were these words coming from?
Oh boy, how hard the real Harry Potter would laugh remembering these words, while Draco would be in Azkaban for his abuse of a cursed wizard.
Draco would let him have that joy. The Boy Who Lived deserved to laugh at this, if he survived Draco's abuse enough to ever laugh again.
His conscience was trying to give him warnings.
"Make love to me," Potter muttered with bright green eyes, and Draco's eyes wandered all the way down from the boy's face to his cock.
No, Harry Potter was too beautiful, he would have to let the real Potter know what he had done,
"Harry, we need to do something very important first, and then… then we'll make love, the whole night. But we need to do something else first."
Potter moaned with frustration but Draco already pulled the curtain of the bed open, got up, hastily walked to the table and grabbed some parchment and a quill.
"Harry, I need you to write yourself a letter."
Potter sat up but frowned, "Why?"
Draco sat down next to him, "You need to write down how you feel about me. Here, take these…"
Draco gave the boy the parchment and the quill, and Potter looked at him questioningly, so Draco said,
"Write a letter, Harry. Start by greeting yourself, write 'Hi Harry, it's me, Harry who's under a curse'…"
Potter shook his head, and muttered, "You are crazy," but then he started writing anyway, using the exact words Draco had told him to write.
When the boy paused, Draco encouraged him, "Then tell yourself how you feel about me. Use my whole name."
He watched Potter's handwriting, the words appeared on the paper, I'm in love with Draco Malfoy, who is my boyfriend, and the most beautiful, hottest bloke on this planet.
Draco smiled and gave a kiss on the boy's cheek, and when the Gryffindor raised his head a little more to look at Draco, Draco grabbed his face in between his hands, and planted a kiss on the boy's forehead, on the lightning scar.
Harry was smiling. Draco smiled back, and said, "Now sign it, good, and give them to me."
Harry lay back down on his back, apparently waiting for Draco follow him there soon, but first Draco had to write a couple of lines too.
He sighed and stared at Potter's handwriting on the parchment.
It was so weird. The real Potter was… who knew where, and Draco couldn't even really remember what the real Potter was like.
This cursed version of him had thoroughly messed up Draco's head.
What should he tell the real Potter? He would have to tell that he was about to fuck him, otherwise his guilty conscious would drive him mad if he saw Potter marching around the castle without knowing Draco's cock had been up his arse.
The thought made him smile though. That would be pretty fun in its own way; a payback for the past times.
"What are you thinking?" Potter's voice cut through his thoughts.
Draco closed his eyes and tried to imagine what Potter had looked like on the last day of the war, he tried to fit the Gryffindor in his bed to that image, but they were two different people to him. The Potter that had saved him from the fire, the one who had testified for him, the one who had left this room in fury less than two weeks ago – it was another Potter, and not this one, who was here.
"Potter, I'm writing a letter to you, and I don't know what I should say." Draco muttered.
He sort of wished the real Potter would answer him, throw an insult, so that everything would suddenly be back to its usual state.
"Tell me how you feel about me," Potter muttered softly. Draco opened his eyes slowly, and started writing.
He wrote more lines than he thought he should. He could feel the curious kitten sit up, and watch over his shoulder.
When he was finished, he gently blew on the ink to make it dry faster. Then he took a look at the letter.
The first part signed by Harry Potter, and the latter by D.M.
Potter would know who that was.
He folded the parchment, opened his bedside table and picked up an envelope, put the parchment there and sealed it with a simple spell.
He wrote on the backside Harry Potter, and left it on his bedside table,
"Harry. You have to remember to take that with you tomorrow morning if I don't remember to remind you, okay?"
The Boy Who Became a Lover boy placed soft kisses on Draco's shoulder and neck, and whispered, "Yes, I will."
Draco climbed to the bed properly, shut the curtain, and muttered, "Now, where were we, my hungry kitten?"
Potter's eyes were blinking with amusement, and he made a small mewling sound. Draco grinned, and answered the kiss that Potter attacked him with.
They rolled around for a while, because the kitten had apparently thought he might get his dick somewhere nice, but Draco had decided to carry through his plan about what he had written in the letter.
He pressed Potter firmly on his back and watched with lusty eyes as Potter spread his thighs.
Potter's cock was clearly craving for Draco's attention, so he let his mouth fill with drool, while admiring it.
He still couldn't believe this was happening, and shook his head gently before crawling all over the boy and planting hungry kisses here and there.
He made a lubrication charm and stroked both of their cocks in turn, and muttered, "Since you haven't been with anyone, I need you to place your leg right over here."
He grabbed Potter's leg and placed it on his shoulder, so he got a perfect access to Potter's arse, and started rubbing his fingers on the tight skin.
Potter distracted him, "There's no need for that. It won't hurt one bit."
Draco liked the sight of his fingers on Potter's crack, and he muttered, "What do you mean? Of course it hurts. It hurts like hell, and I don't want to hurt you."
Potter shook his head, but Draco was watching his fingers, his mouth was filling with drool when he pushed his thumb in.
"It won't hurt, Draco, I know it won't hurt. What does hurt, is every minute when you are not inside of me."
Potter sounded serious, so Draco looked him in the eyes, and frowned, "Do you really mean that?"
"Yes! I'm dying to get you inside me so… please."
It was so absurd, Harry Potter, that looked just as serious as sometimes when he was insulting Draco, was using that tone to urge Draco to fuck him.
"Alright," Draco whispered, and pulled his thumb out although he would've enjoyed sinking all of his fingers there.
He made another lubrication charm and muttered, "And you will tell me the minute it hurts, right?"
He didn't think anyone would ever be able to take a cock up their arse without it hurting like hell.
"Yes, make love to me," Potter muttered with a serious expression.
Draco sighed, and placed himself, but instead of watching himself sinking inside Potter, he looked deep in Potter's green eyes, wondering where the real Harry Potter was.
Was he locked up in there somewhere, watching this, would he remember this?
The feeling of heavenly pleasure wrapped around his cock as he pushed, Potter's expression stayed the same although there was a small smile curving the lips.
Draco pushed deeper and deeper, waiting for an order to stop, but it didn't come, and he asked, "Doesn't hurt?"
Potter shook his head gently, "Not one bit. Feels amazing."
Draco frowned a little and reached his fingers on Potter's right nipple, he squeezed it hard, but the boy didn't say anything.
"Doesn't this hurt either?" He questioned.
Potter shook his head gently, "Feels like heaven. I feel like I was burning alive, and you just pulled me into a nice, cool pool."
Draco blinked and whispered, "Is that so?"
Potter moaned, and that made Draco forget all about pain and everything else, he pushed deeper, and leaned forward until he was face to face with the cursed Harry Potter.
If nothing hurt Potter, then he might get Potter in some quite unnatural positions, the thought made him smile.
It would be even more fun if the real Potter could remember this, and remember being in some very unhandsome position. He chuckled.
Potter moaned in pleasure, and muttered, "What's so funny?"
Draco watched him in the eyes, wondering whether the real Potter could hear him, "Nothing, my love, absolutely nothing."
He leaned further in and captured Potter's lips.
Potter had by now wrapped all his limbs around Draco, and Draco was pumping in and out, thinking it was so tight he might come before even the tenth push.
He moaned against Potter's mouth and Potter's fingers were in his hair, brushing gently, lovingly, and that made Draco slow down his pace a bit.
He didn't want to come, ever. He wanted to stay right here, and he muttered against Potter's lips,
"I feel like that too. You are heaven, Harry. You are my water when I'm burning alive."
It was true, there wasn't any fire that Potter couldn't save him from, and he kissed him again, loving the wet lips that were brushing his, over and over again.
"I want us to come at the same time," Potter muttered when he broke the kiss.
"Okay," Was all that Draco could say, his head was spinning with irrational, dreamy thoughts.
"Let me know when you're close. I want to look in your eyes when we come," Potter whispered against his lips, and Draco opened his eyes, not knowing when he had closed them.
"Yes," He hissed quietly, because he couldn't speak. He closed his eyes again, and loved the feeling of Potter's hands all over him, while he was pushing, in and out, deeper, deeper...
He moaned, when Potter's fingers suddenly hit a nerve in the back of his neck, the Gryffindor's fingers were pressing too deep.
"That's my weak spot, Potter, do that again," He was slurring, but he was feeling so… heavenly, his cock was sending shivers of pleasure through his whole body, and Potter was meeting his thrusts, so perfect.
"Aaah…" He moaned when Potter's fingers were rubbing the back of his neck, and sending some cold shivers down his back.
"Aah I'm close," How could he be this close already, he didn't want to come but he couldn't stop, not at this point.
He panted in Potter's neck, and loved the scent. Potter's voice brushed his ear gently, "Look me in the eyes, Draco."
He lifted his head and forced himself to keep his eyes open although he felt like the nearing orgasm would force them shut. His whole body was filled with lust, need, and ecstasy.
Potter was watching him intensively, green eyes sparkling.
"Look at me, Draco," The boy whispered and Draco stared at him, while the orgasm was building, too close, too close…
Potter's pupils narrowed at the same time as Draco drew in the last hasty breath, and he was surfing on the waves of pleasure, not able to breath, sinking underneath the waves.
Potter's eyes, green, ah so tight.
He was too deep under the surface, he could barely feel Potter coming between them, and Potter gasped for breath, not breaking the eye-contact even for a second. I'm inside you, can you believe that?
"I love you."
Draco shuddered violently, and Potter kissed him. Draco panted, gasped for breath, as the boy was devouring his lips and tongue greedily.
It took him a moment of breathless panting before he could join the kiss, and let Potter's tongue claim an ownership over Draco's.
Potter's hands were stroking his hair gently, right before the kiss became gentle too. Draco was still panting when they broke the kiss but didn't pull apart.
Potter's breathing met his wet, swollen lips and he moaned at the feeling. Heaven.
He buried his face in the Gryffindor's neck, and took deep breaths. He wasn't sure if he wanted the real Harry Potter back after all, this was simply too wonderful to be true.
He finally got up enough to roll over, and Potter snuggled against him, wrapping a lazy arm over Draco's chest and planting soft kisses on Draco's shoulder.
The Slytherin took one very deep breath and sighed as he let it out. He was exhausted, but he felt amazing.
He felt his wand somewhere under his back, and reached for it, cast an absent tempus charm right before the cleaning charms on both of them.
It was two in the morning already, and he couldn't believe how fast the time was flying. He felt like Potter had just come to his room a minute ago.
He reached his hand out to place his wand on the bedside table.
Remembering what Granger had said, he muttered, "Harry, you should get some sleep."
Harry started kissing his neck, "I know. I don't feel like sleepy, I feel like being with you."
Draco moaned, the boy was too cute, "I know, darling, I know. Come here."
He pulled Potter tighter against him, and Potter sighed happily against his neck as Draco started stroking the boy's hair, and letting his fingers run up and down the boy's back.
"Can you sleep, if I sleep on top of you?" Potter muttered.
"I managed quite well the last time, didn't I?" He whispered, and closed his eyes. Potter's hair was so soft, and nice.
"Yes, you did. Goodnight then, Draco." Harry muttered and kissed his neck one more time.
"Goodnight, Harry," Draco whispered and felt his throat constrict at the knowledge that Potter might get cured tomorrow and he might never get to say that again.
He took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the deep thoughts so he could enjoy this moment.
Potter was here, in his arms, and that was all that mattered.
He planted a kiss on the Gryffindor's forehead, and felt like crying but forced himself to stay hard as steel.
"Draco, I love you," Potter whispered.
Draco clenched his jaw, swallowed hard although his throat felt so tight, and kept stroking Potter's hair until he fell asleep, long after Potter, who was already breathing so softly, so lovingly against Draco's skin.