Zinnia exclaimed, "This whole story was supposed to be my Valentine's gift for my wonderful readers but since I was too impatient, you got it in advance already. Enjoy the last chapter and all your expressed thoughts are appreciated. I feel like hugging and kissing all of you! Wait… why does my juice taste like this?" She peered curiously to the bottom of her juice bottle, and read the message carved in there. As she lifted her head, her pupils were dilated.
ooO Mystery Solved Ooo
The next morning Draco was going to breakfast, Blaise walking beside him. They sat in their usual places but kept their eyes on the free seats around them.
"Did you send the pages to McGonagall?" Draco asked with a lowered voice.
"I did exactly what you asked me to do," Blaise answered, and poured himself some tea.
After filling his cup, he filled Draco's too, and muttered, "You can't be mad at me for it, you simply can't."
Draco kept his eyes on the entrance of the Great Hall, "If you and I won't end up in Azkaban, then I won't be mad, and then I'll simply thank you for your lovely thought."
"Was that sarcasm?" Blaise asked, and started buttering a piece of toast.
"No, I meant it. I know you wanted me to be happy, and I am happy if everything works out." Draco said.
Three Gryffindors appeared in the entrance of the hall and Draco kept his eyes on them as they walked closer.
Most of the students didn't notice anything unusual until all the three of them were seated in the Slytherin table, Potter next to Draco.
At that time some of the students were staring, and some of them pretended not to stare, but at least most of the students had noticed what was going on.
"So, Granger. Did you sleep well?" Draco asked politely, and absentmindedly poured Potter some tea.
"Yes, I did, thank you. And you?" Granger asked with a forced polite tone, and started spooning porridge on her bowl.
"Never better," Draco answered and gave a curt smile.
It was true, and it was easy to smile, when the Saviour of the Wizarding world was sitting quietly, and obediently next to him.
Blaise began chatting with the Weasel, and Draco started pouring milk and sugar on both his, and Potter's tea cups.
Then he said in a very low tone to the boy next to him, "Okay, Harry. Let's practice."
He took his tea cup, placed it on his lips and pretended to be drinking.
Then he placed it on the table, right next to Potter's cup.
Potter hesitated a little but reached for Draco's cup, and drank some tea before putting it back down.
It's the saliva, Draco thought. He had been up most of the night, stroking Potter's hair, while thinking through different scenarios, and different conversations that might take place today.
The conversation with Blaise this morning had been enlightening.
Blaise had wanted to give Draco a perfect Valentine's gift, and knew Draco had 'hots for Pots', so to say.
Since Blaise wasn't just as skillful with potions as Draco, he hadn't realised mixing two potions would actually be dangerous, rather than simply hilarious.
The potions were Love on the Rocks, and Twisted Reality. Both of which Draco recognised as soon as Blaise said them aloud.
Blaise promised to send the Potions book pages anonymously to McGonagall, so she could start finding an antidote, or a counter potion. It would be indeed matter of hours, or days, until Potter would be back to normal.
Unfortunately Draco could now recall that Twisted Reality often times caused memory loss on the victims, and he was worried about the moment when the real Potter would be back.
Until then he would treat Potter partly like a child; look after him, see that he was eating, sleeping, and not suffering from anything.
Partly like a lover, consuming all the love Potter could give, and returning it fully without any constraints.
In the public eye they would all be suddenly friends; the two Slytherins, and the three Gryffindors, so that Harry could live as normally as possible.
Draco placed a gentle hand on Potter's thigh, knowing the boy was so close no-one would notice, and no-one would ever believe it, even if they saw it with their own eyes.
He stroked the boy's thigh gently, and picked up an apple. He turned the apple in his hand several times before digging his teeth in it.
Draco could feel Potter's gaze on his lips as he munched the apple, licked the juices, sliding his tongue on the broken surface of the green apple.
Green was his favourite colour.
He placed the apple on the table, and took a brief look at Potter, who was actually licking his lips just before snatching the apple and starting to eat it.
Draco forced his head to turn away before anyone was wondering why he was grinning. He repeated the action for another apple when he noticed Potter had only eaten the parts around Draco's teeth marks.
It was so weird. It was so weird, that Draco kept constantly thinking Potter as a funny kitten in his head. At least he had never seen people act like that before.
It didn't matter him one bit though, since he felt secretly happy when he noticed Weasley's pout. He almost felt like drawling something like 'Look at my cute little kitten. Who got him to eat? Who, Weasel, you or me? Let's hear it!'.
He took Potter's tea cup, sipped it, left it on the table, grabbed a piece of toast, buttered it, and licked his tongue all the way around the toast, nipping it here and there, before leaving it on his plate.
Then he watched the show called 'Funny Kitten Eating', and started coming up with more things he could lick or eat, and ended up noticing, that the more he actually ate the food, the more Potter was willing to eat them too.
He had already made several promises to Potter, how he could compensate all this tonight in bed.
Luckily they shared most of their classes so it was easy to sit in the back of the class, and continue this same game. They switched seats at times, so that most of the class didn't even notice what was going on. Also they had decided that it didn't really matter at this point, if someone wondered why Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were friends.
They might even think that they had become friends during Potter's two days as a Helper. The teachers of course linked all this movement with Potter being under curses, so they didn't pay any attention to it whatsoever.
Draco's hand was squeezing Potter's thigh gently, it calmed Potter down a lot but Draco felt more aroused than calm.
Potter couldn't really concentrate on the classes, and kept writing small notes to Draco.
Hearts with letters H and D inside them. Draco grinned and shook his head, but added D and H under Potter's handwriting.
I miss your skin
Can we excuse ourselves and go to the broom closet?
Potter was using his quills, and everything else that Draco so much as brushed with his fingers with, and Draco thought it was actually quite fun to suck the ends of his quills, while listening to the Professors.
All the while he could feel the gaze of the green eyes on his face. He knew what the boy was thinking; he would have preferred kissing over all this too.
Everything went nicely until it was the time for their last class, and unfortunately there was no way Draco could go to Gryffindor's Astronomy class, because they had an exam.
So that's why he and Harry were standing in one of the new broom closets before the class began.
They were kissing, furiously, and Draco's hand was inside Potter's trousers.
Draco loved the feel of it, the hard, pulsing cock on his hand, he felt like it belonged to him. It made him so hard, his cock ached all the time.
Potter was sucking Draco's tongue greedily, and Draco took hasty breaths through his nose.
He didn't mind, when Potter's hand snaked inside his trousers, and he moaned when Potter's fingers were running, and then wrapping hard around his cock.
He had been more than ready for it the whole time, but had at first kept insisting that they didn't have time for anything else but to get Potter off quick, so that Potter would go to his class and stay there, without Draco.
He pulled away from the kiss and dropped his head on Harry's shoulder. He breathed in the scent, and loved it; he would very soon miss all this so badly.
"I love your hand," Potter muttered in Draco's ear.
Draco pressed his face tighter against the Gryffindor's shoulder so he could quiet down the moans that kept escaping from his mouth.
Potter's hand felt too good, like it had known the perfect way to force Draco's orgasm near with lightning speed.
He didn't bother feeling embarrassed about it, but he felt like he was too easy. He came so fast with Potter, he didn't think he could ever rub himself into an orgasm that quickly.
"I love your cock," Potter muttered and brushed his lips against Draco's ear.
Cold shivers ran down Draco's back, and he arched slightly against Potter, who was leaning on the wall.
"Aah, Harry, I'm coming…" He moaned against the sweet, sweet shoulder, and squeezed his eyes shut, as Potter rubbed him into ecstasy.
He shuddered, and without Potter's arm around him, he would've dropped down on his knees because the orgasm was making his body go numb.
He never stopped the rubbing for one second, and Potter came right after, muttering sweet nothings in Draco's ear.
They both moaned even while they were panting, and then kissing again, only partly exhausted, already thinking about the next time. Just one more class to go, and then more, a lot more of this.
"I love you," Potter whispered, and again Draco felt like he was taking a sharp turn with his broom, just before a crash. A feeling somewhere in the pit of his stomach, and he moaned against Potter's lips and kissed him one more time before pulling away.
Draco cast the cleaning spells and then took Potter's face in between his hands. He stared into the green eyes behind the glasses for a long time, wondering if the real Harry would remember this.
He sighed, and muttered, "Time to go, my kitten. Be a good boy on your last class and then I'll reward you afterwards."
Potter grinned, "I will."
Draco placed a kiss on the lightning scar, and together they left but departed in the corridor, "Just stay in the classroom with Weasley and Granger until I and Blaise come and get you, okay?" Draco gave soft smile.
Potter nodded, "I'll miss you."
Draco shushed him down a bit but ended up whispering, "I'll miss you too, now go."
He left for his own last class with a smile, and shaking his head. His cock was happier than he could remember it ever been before.
ooOoOoo
The class was more boring than ever, but it was perhaps because he was already fantasizing about in which position he would try to bend Potter's body. The Gryffindor was immune to all physical pain caused by him, and that made his imagination run free.
He was hard but managed to get rid of it before the class ended,
"Merlin, I thought the old hag would never stop." Draco rolled his eyes at Blaise when they were walking towards the Astronomy classroom.
"I know, I simply can't be arsed." Blaise muttered.
When they reached the classroom, most of the students had already left but suddenly Draco frowned and stepped inside the room.
Potter, Weasley and Granger weren't there. Neville Longbottom on the other hand was, and was now coming towards them.
Longbottom hated Draco, Draco knew that, but now Longbottom was saying quite politely,
"Harry asked me to give this to you. They had to go to McGonagall's office."
Draco knew his expression didn't change, but on the inside he felt like someone had just thrown him into the half frozen lake outside the castle.
"Thank you," He said, and took the parchment Longbottom was offering to him.
He turned to look at Blaise, who was clenching his jaw. They left the room, and Draco unfolded the parchment.
Draco,
McGonagall wanted to speak to us, and forced me to go.
She didn't let me wait for you.
I'll come and find you after I get out. I miss you.
Harry
This could only mean one thing. McGonagall had been fast, and had already found the counter potion.
Why else didn't she want to have Draco there too? Potter would be returned back to normal.
Draco sighed, and turned to look at Blaise, "I think this might be it. I think we had our fun, and if we end up in Azk… well, it was nice knowing you, and if we are lucky, we might become cellmates."
He turned to leave, and Blaise shouted after him, "I'm sorry!"
"Don't be! Don't' be, it's okay. I'm going flying." Draco left without turning back, and walked briskly to one of the broom closets to get his broom.
He was walking towards the Entrance of the castle when he heard girls giggling somewhere behind him. Then a familiar voice said, "Oh look, it's Harry! Harry!"
Draco froze and turned to look. He recognised the girls from their giggling; they were the same ones that had been talking about Harry being openly gay.
He didn't see Harry Potter anywhere though, instead he saw a blond boy holding hands with another boy, and the girls were running now, shouting something about congratulations.
He stared at the sight for a moment before he turned to leave, and the information sank in his brain with a sickening feeling.
Harry Potter wasn't gay. Harry Potter was straight, had been all along. Harry Potter hated Draco Malfoy, and Draco had had his cock up the boy's arse.
There was no way the situation could get any worse. Potter would kill him.
Potter would kill first Draco, and then maybe himself right after.
ooOoOoo
He didn't mind the rain, or the fact that his fingers inside his gloves felt frozen. He'd been flying laps around the Quidditch field for more than two hours now, and he kept thinking about the same things over and over again, without coming to any conclusion.
Potter had the letter they had written together, in the pocket of his Slytherin green robes. It might take him five minutes to find it. Or it might take him days to find it.
Would Potter lose his memory since Valentine's Day, or would he remember everything?
If Potter remembered everything, then he would lock Draco in Azkaban for severe abuse of a wizard under spells. Or would kill him.
Blaise would most likely end up there too because of the nature, and severity of the potions – but only if he got caught, Draco was currently the only one who knew Blaise had a part in all this.
If Potter didn't remember a single thing, then he would find the letter and find out what they had done, and Draco would be locked up in Azkaban for the same reason he would in case Potter remembered everything. Or Potter would kill him.
He tried to remember what Potter had been like on that day when Draco had taken the bracelets off, and had tried to grope Harry.
He remembered Potter's words; "If you ever treat me in any way that's not civil and polite, I will take it as my personal goal to make your life even more miserable than it already is".
He finally landed and sat on the nearest bench. He didn't mind wet and cold, when all he could think about was that soon he would be spending the rest of his life in Azkaban.
It didn't help that he already missed the Kitten. The boy, who wasn't Harry Potter but looked like him, and had loved Draco, admiring him like nothing else existed.
The cute version of Harry Potter, who was a sex addict, and talked all kinds of sweet, romantic nonsense Draco had never thought he might enjoy hearing.
He missed it all already. His sweet, cursed, little Kitten Potter.
He sighed and hid his face in the wet gloves. He had had his cock up the arse of the straight Saviour of the Wizarding World.
He began laughing. It was funny. He laughed and laughed, until he noticed he wasn't laughing anymore but crying instead.
It should've been funny, but it wasn't. He had abused someone who was clueless to what he was being subjected to.
"Don't pull your wand out," A familiar voice said and Draco quieted. He held his breath as he let his hands fall from his face.
The real Harry Potter was standing right in front of him, wand trained at Draco, only wearing his Slytherin clothes, apparently oblivious to the horrible rain and freezing wind.
Draco swallowed and met the familiar, green, angry eyes.
"Keep your hands where I can see them," The Gryffindor said firmly.
Draco's heart was suddenly pounding hard, he knew he was scared. This was it. Potter would kill him. He hadn't even said goodbye to his mother.
With the last drops of his dignity, he said, "I wasn't planning on reaching for my wand!"
Potter stared at him, jaw clenched, hair soaked wet, water drops running down his face.
"Good. With you one never knows." Potter said, and it sent a shiver down Draco's back.
Potter meant sixth year. Boys' bathroom. Potter would kill him now. Draco swallowed, and clenched his jaw.
They stared at each other for a moment before Draco got his voice out, "If you're going to kill me – "
"I'm not!" Potter snapped over his voice.
Draco clenched his jaw again. He shivered, and noticed suddenly how terribly cold he was.
"You are here to take me to Azkaban, aren't you?" Draco asked, but it didn't come out with the strong tone he had aimed for.
Potter sighed, and lowered his wand, "No. I'm not."
Draco wasn't relieved in the least. It was more frightening when he had no idea what Potter would do to him,
"Why are you here then?" He snarled. If Potter was going to cruciohim, then fine, he could take it.
Potter looked at him, but then suddenly took the necessary steps to reach the bench, and sat down, next to Draco.
Draco's heart was beating deafeningly in his ears. He could barely breathe. He was scared, scared of the real Harry Potter.
He should have kept kitten, he shouldn't have told Blaise to ever tell anyone about the potions.
He stared at the grass with a fixed stare, trying to ignore the feeling of having the real Harry Potter there.
If he hopped on his broom, would he be able to escape, before Potter hit him with a spell?
No. He would not escape. He would face the consequences.
"I'm here because we need to talk." Potter said suddenly.
Draco twitched like the voice had burned him (it had!), Potter's tone was cold.
"I found a letter in my pocket. There was your handwriting on it. Did you write that?" Potter asked, and his voice sounded loud because he was there, right next to him.
Draco clenched his jaw, and stared at the grass, trying to remember to breath. He shouldn't have written the letter with the Kitten, he should have kept it as a secret, and maybe Potter didn't remember anything, and wouldn't have ever known Draco had been inside him.
"Weboth wrote that," Draco said with a firm voice. He would try to blame Potter for everything. He would say Potter had raped him, and he had no chance. Yes, that was a good plan.
"Did you mean what you wrote?" Potter asked. If possible, Draco's heartbeats doubled, he would soon hear nothing over the pounding. He couldn't hear the rain anymore.
"Yes," He said but the heartbeats were so loud, he couldn't hear his own tone. He kept his eyes on the grass, and wished he could remember to keep his facial expression cool, but he didn't know if he could do that or not, he couldn't concentrate, he was on the verge of panicking.
"And did we?" Potter asked after a long silence, or in Draco's case a long moment of intense heartbeats deafening him.
"Did we what?" Draco asked, although he knew very well what Potter was asking.
"Did we do it? You had written yesterday's date on it." Potter asked, Draco couldn't recognise the tone.
Draco swallowed. He could lie. He could say Potter had raped him. This was the last moment to save his Slytherin skin. He would have to say it now; right now, he would simply have to say Potter had forced himself on Draco, Potter had done it, everything was Potter's own fault, "Yes."
He closed his eyes and admitted his defeat. He couldn't lie, because he couldn't even hear the tone of his voice over his pounding heart. Lying was simply impossible.
Potter didn't say anything, and Draco opened his eyes but was too scared to watch Potter in his peripheral vision, so he fixed his eyes on the wet grass once again. He was cold.
They were both quiet for a long time, Draco's teeth were chattering, but his heartbeats were slowly going back to normal.
"I think… I want to have a talk with you. And also… I have something for you." Potter said finally, and the tone was quite calm.
Draco let his eyes run along the grass, now he could feel it in his peripheral vision, Potter was watching him,
"Azkaban?" Draco asked.
Potter's tone was low and calm, "Will you have a talk with me?"
Draco swallowed, "Yes."
Potter sighed, "No, I won't send you to Azkaban for what you did."
Draco blinked, and he became too curious to see what Potter looked like, so he turned his head and met the green eyes.
Potter was all wet, water dripping down from his jaw, and running down his face, and he was clearly shivering. The eyes were familiar, but their expression was unfamiliar.
"I have something for you but I can't give it to you here. I don't want it to get wet. Let's get back in." Potter said.
Draco stared at the shivering Gryffindor with confusion. Potter's voice lacked hatred, and Draco frowned, but before he managed to ask if this was a trick of some sort and there were Aurors waiting for him in the castle, he heard himself say, "Okay."
Potter stood up, so Draco stood up too, slowly, feeling rigid.
They walked in silence until they finally got back in, and Draco was shivering now even more when the warmth hit him.
Potter stopped suddenly, so Draco stopped too and turned to take a look at Potter's expression.
Potter looked slightly confused, and said, "I think we could both use a hot shower before we can talk, so… could we meet somewhere in… maybe… half an hour?"
Draco thought he could've used a shower of one whole hour, but said quietly, "Sure."
There were students walking by, and suddenly Potter looked at them with a more confused expression, so Draco took a look at the students too.
No-one paid any attention to them, but Draco knew everyone had already seem them sitting next to each other at breakfast and lunch, plus some classes, so they didn't see why it was weird that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were now standing next to a wall, chatting, both wet.
Draco muttered, "We ate breakfast and lunch together today, that's why they are not staring."
Potter turned to look at Draco, and said, "I know, Hermione told me, but… it feels weird."
Draco nodded slowly, and said quietly, "It does feel weird right now, yes."
Because it hadn't been this Harry Potter Draco had eaten with. That Gryffindor had been someone else.
Potter's eyes were hesitant, and they shifted from Draco's eyes to his cheeks, nose, lips, jaw and neck, before meeting his eyes again.
"I um… I said I have something for you..." Potter muttered and pulled an envelope out of his pocket.
Draco took his glove off and his hand was cold and stiff, as he forced his numb fingers to accept the envelope.
"You could read it before we meet…" Potter said, with a slightly hesitant tone, like he didn't know whether he really wanted to give the envelope or not.
"Okay," Was all that Draco could force out of his confused mouth.
Potter stared at him for a moment before saying quietly, "One of the new broom closets? I'll be there before you, so… find me."
Draco nodded, and turned to leave when Potter turned and left.
He couldn't think of anything, his brain refused every order he tried to give it.
He didn't answer Blaise's greeting as he silently walked straight to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
He shivered while he tried to get rid of the cold, wet clothes, and when he was naked and his teeth were chattering, he forced his fingers to work the envelope open.
He unfolded the parchment and his eyes widened,
Will it matter anyway
They never listen to what I say
Some days I think I'm just too scarred
the memories too deep have carved
All I know is this
And it isn't a bliss;
Should I one day fall for a boy,
I hope it's not Draco Malfoy
For he is too hot, and not coy
I know, he's a real playboy
Would use me as his mere toy
And still I'd bottom, oh joy
Draco couldn't breathe and the parchment escaped from his numb fingers, falling on the floor. His teeth were chattering, and his brain didn't know what to think about anything.
Potter had written this way back. Before the Helper Auction, before Draco had borrowed the book in January.
He gasped. Did this mean Potter would have hots for Draco, if he was gay?
Potter was straight but… if he was gay, then… then what? Then Potter would bottom?
Well… maybe it was a relief. Maybe that was why Potter didn't send him to Azkaban just yet.
He took a hot shower, stood there thinking, but felt so confused he was already looking forward to talking with Potter.
Maybe they could work the situation out so that life would go on somehow. If he begged Potter on his knees. Maybe Potter would be willing to go back to the civil way of acting, if Draco apologised very politely.
That was a long shot of course, but the thought soothed him immensely.
He got out of the shower and got dressed, thinking thoroughly what to wear in case Potter sent him to Azkaban anyway.
He kept taking deep, calming breaths when he was nearing the new broom closets. It was weird to think that not that many hours ago he had been in one these closets with Potter, jerking him off.
Draco walked automatically to the door of the exact closet where they had been, and placed his hand on the handle slowly.
This was it. Potter might be in there, and he had no idea what was going to happen. He took one last, deep breath before forcing his hand push down the handle.
He stepped in. Potter was there, leaning on the wall, almost in the exact same spot where he'd been leaning earlier today.
Potter met his eyes but then closed them, and Draco froze in mid step.
His heart was pounding too loudly again, and for a short moment he felt really confused. The boy looked just like his Harry Potter, the one he'd been here with before.
He swallowed, and he was suddenly scared. What if… what if the kitten was still there somewhere? If Potter hadn't been healed properly? He opened his mouth, but then closed it and clenched his jaw.
Why didn't Potter say anything?
Was that the real Potter? Who was that person?
He clenched his fists and then forced them to relax, he whispered hesitantly, "Harry?"
Potter let out a sigh but didn't react in any other way. Draco simply stared, unable to move or speak.
The Boy Who Draco Fucked suddenly hissed quietly, "Come here."
Kitten? Draco swallowed but forced his legs to move. He took three steps, then stopped, waiting for his heartbeats to calm down a bit so he could move closer.
Merlin, he was scared, he was so nervous he couldn't remember the last time he'd been this scared. He felt like shouting 'Who are you?', but he couldn't get any words out.
He took a deep breath through his nose, before forcing his legs to slowly take the last steps until he was right in front of the Harry Potter, who had his eyes closed, and was now clenching his jaw. Potter?
His heart was beating too loudly. Who are you?
He took one more step so that their bodies almost met. Potter had stretched his legs so that they were further away from the wall than the rest of his body, and that gave Draco a chance to place his right leg between Potter's legs, to get closer.
Before Draco had time to decide what he should do next, Potter's both hand fingers were on his ribs, and Draco twitched.
Draco watched as the fingers became the whole palms and they moved down Draco's sides, and slid behind his back, where the fingers were now stroking him gently.
He automatically leaned closer, and buried his face on the Gryffindor's neck. The whole world seemed to turn upside down, as the feeling of falling from a broom twisted his insides all the way down to the lowest pit of his stomach, and he breathed in, familiar scent, he was shivering with nervousness.
Potter pulled him even closer. Draco's heartbeats were loud and fast, and he knew Potter could feel that, but then he found a matching, rapid beating in Potter's chest, and he took a deep, shivering breath.
His fingers were pressing deep in Potter's lower back, and he felt so nervous he didn't know whether he wanted to stay or escape, but he didn't really have a choice, because Potter's fingers were pressing on his lower back too.
He breathed in again, and again, Potter's neck was warm and familiar, and he slowly let himself relax.
They stayed just like that until finally Potter's heartbeats had calmed down, and he couldn't feel them anymore.
Potter whispered against his ear, "We were here once, weren't we?"
Draco swallowed. It was the real Harry Potter, and no-one else, he whispered against the neck, "Yes. Today. Before the last class."
Potter sighed, and Draco copied that, and closed his eyes. His nose was right under Potter's ear.
Draco had to ask, so he whispered, "How much do you remember?"
Potter thought about it for a moment before giving the replying whisper, "Small bits, here and there. It's confusing, when I don't know the context, and… I only remember some parts where I'm with you."
Draco stroked the boy's lower back gently and muttered, "No wonder it's confusing. It is all very confusing, I think. For me too."
Potter sighed and asked, "Want to hear about it?"
"Yes, sure. Tell me," Draco muttered, and breathed in again. Merlin, he loved Harry Potter's scent, it was so loving and gentle. He could feel it, neither of them was really relaxed but he thought it was natural in this unnatural situation. Potter's voice was quieter than it usually was,
"Um…It's Valentine's Day and I'm eating breakfast. I notice a bottle of pumpkin juice next to my plate. On the side it says Happy Valentine's Day, Harry. I think it wasn't there a minute ago, and since my mug is full of tea and I don't have a glass, I simply pull the lid open and drink it, and before I know it I've drunk the whole bottle and notice the message from you on the bottom. I think I might've felt a bit funny at that point, because I remember specifically staring right into the bottom… well anyway, I notice I feel funny, and I tell that to Hermione and Ron…"
Potter kept a pause and took a deep breath, "Then I look up and I see you, and I notice I'm speaking aloud, telling Hermione how Draco Malfoy is the most good-looking wizard I've ever seen. They look at me thinking I'm crazy, and I say I love…you, and… the next thing I know is that I wake up. I'm in McGonagall's office and Hermione, Ron and McGonagall are staring at me, asking how I'm doing. For a short moment I see flashes of things, of you, and I feel like I've just seen a lot of dreams. Then they tell me what's happened. I listen, and can't really understand even half of it, because it all seems so unbelievable. I say I want to be alone, I go and lie down on my bed when I feel the letter in my pocket, and… the flashes I saw made suddenly a lot more sense after that. That's about it."
Draco smiled a little, "I want to know what happens in those flashes of yours?"
Potter shifted a little, and Draco could hear in the tone the boy was nervous, "Um… I don't know if they make any sense… I um… can't remember that much. I remember that… I told you my skin was burning."
Draco thought that was a good thing, he could use that as his defense, if he ended up in a trial. He whispered, "Go on."
He could feel Potter breathing him in, and he opened his eyes for a moment because he felt so confused.
Potter felt good underneath his palms.
Potter's voice was hesitant, still, "I remember how it felt too, like I was burning and… I remember telling you I needed you, and um… I remember some things we said, and I remember flashes of the times when we um…"
Potter swallowed and stayed quiet so Draco frowned a little. Potter clearly didn't want to share his flashes.
He stroked Potter's lower back until the Gryffindor seemed to relax a little, and Draco muttered against his neck, "It's okay. You can tell me some other time."
Potter sighed and was all quiet so Draco thought he might be polite enough to change the subject, "Twisted Reality causes memory loss, but since you can remember some things, it might be that Love on the Rocks just saved some part of what was going on."
Potter seemed relieved for the change of topic, "Yes, McGonagall said so too. She said something like… the love potion became highlighted around you, and since it doesn't cause memory loss, it made some parts stay in my mind, but… they still don't feel like real memories, they feel more like vague dreams."
Draco opened his eyes and sighed, "Sounds reasonable. Maybe it's better if you don't remember everything, since I got the feeling that… it wasn't too far from imperius. You were quite… not yourself at all."
Potter stayed quiet for a moment, and then said quietly, "I know. Hermione and Ron told me. I tried to kill Ron, did you know that?"
Draco smiled a little although it shouldn't have been funny at all. Still he wished he could've seen the Gryffindors have a match, "I know, but I don't know what exactly had happened."
Potter sighed, "I'm actually partly glad I had the other curse too, because otherwise I wouldn't remember a thing. I can't remember anything relating to Hermione and Ron, so it's even more awful to think that… what I've been like to them."
Draco's smile disappeared, "About that… you haven't said anything about the fact that we um… had sex."
Potter tensed, he knew the boy would, and he was somewhat scared of the boy's reaction. He didn't want to let Potter go now, not now that he had his arms around him.
When Potter seemed to lack the skill of speaking, Draco asked, "I just want to know that… you are straight, right?"
Potter's fingers flexed on his lower back, and he moved a little. Draco frowned, why was Potter this nervous now?
Potter's voice wasn't much more than a whisper, "I um… the day when you tried to… grope me… in your room. You remember that, right?"
Draco was still frowning, "Yes. You hated it."
Potter kept shifting a little, all nervous, "Actually I… I liked it."
Draco was getting irritated with Potter's restlessness so he wrapped his arms a little tighter, not letting Potter escape, but Potter was suddenly pulling his hands away from Draco's back, and tried to pull back against the wall, so Draco had to pull back too.
He met the hesitant green eyes behind the glasses and sighed, Potter's voice was hesitant,
"I knew I was… gay a long time ago, but I really didn't want to accept it, and I thought I could forget it, become straight if I tried but… I um… when we've been in more polite terms, I noticed that you are… quite um… fascinating to watch. From a distance, I mean, but…"
Potter's nervous eyes shifted down towards the floor, but Draco waited patiently, not letting himself grin just yet,
"I knew that if I became attracted to you then… it would be…"
He sighed, Draco knew this was hard for him, it was alright,
"I thought you'd bully me for it for the rest of my life, so I didn't want that to happen. Then it happened anyway, right then when you told me you wanted to become a Wizard stylist. The way you looked at me. I couldn't help it. Then you started teasing me, and it felt amazing but I really thought you might know that… I was having a crisis with my orientation, and I thought you were trying to make me feel bad, on purpose, so that's why I got so angry, when you told me that I like blokes and I'd like your touch. It was all true. You saw everything I was thinking about, although I didn't want you to know that."
Draco couldn't help it, he had to let himself smile, but right then Potter lifted his eyes and saw that.
Potter frowned, "You think it's funny, don't you?"
Draco shook his head, "No, I don't. It's just…" He sighed and smiled, "Back then I thought you were gay, but then today I thought you're not, so now I'm simply relieved that you are."
"Oh," Potter muttered and let his gaze drop briefly before looking back into Draco's eyes, Draco was still smiling, unable to make it go away.
Potter simply shifted his eyes over Draco's facial features, as if being curious, like he hadn't watched Draco this closely before, and it was slightly weird considering what they had been doing the last couple of days.
"The things you wrote. You wrote them to him… and not me." Potter suddenly muttered, and Draco saw fear of hurt down there in the middle of the greenness. Potter was jealous to Kitten Potter! How cute was that!
Draco shook his head, "No, I meant it. I wrote it to you, didn't I?"
Potter looked hesitant, like he wasn't sure if he believed this or not, "But you liked him, a lot."
Draco sighed and smirked, "But I missed you."
Draco saw the small glimmer lit up somewhere in the green eyes although Potter's expression didn't change.
Draco muttered, "And I thought about you a lot. I wondered if you were there, and if you would remember it all."
With Kitten Potter he hadn't been nervous, because that version of Potter hadn't been shy and hadn't hidden any of his feelings, plus the Kitten had felt unconditional love. But right now, with the real Harry Potter he was nervous.
With the real Potter it was all serious, and it could end up in both of them hurting very badly.
Still he forced himself to place his hand on Potter's neck, at the same place where he'd rubbed the skin when he had taken the necklace spell of.
"Potter, I…" The green eyes were watching him curiously, and Draco was struggling to find the right words, "I am sorry, if you feel like I have used you while you have been under a curse. It was not my intention. I simply found it impossible to say no to you. I wanted you. I still do. I know it was a wrong thing to do, and um… I sort of forgot that he wasn't you… sort of. I did like him, that's true, but… what I really want is you. I want to do it all again, but this time I want to do it with you."
Potter stared at him for a moment, then clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. Draco kept stroking his neck, gently. When Potter had been silent for too long, Draco felt nervous and asked,
"Do you hate me now?"
Potter shook his head slightly but didn't say anything. Draco got worried. Maybe this was a mistake after all. He shouldn't have told Potter how he felt.
Potter breathed through his mouth and whispered, "I don't know if I'm ready for it."
Draco felt like Potter had just kicked him in the stomach, and he clenched his jaw, before pulling his hand away from the warm, soft neck.
He knew he should say something, tell the boy they had no rush, that they could take everything easy, but he couldn't find the words, and couldn't get them out. His throat was constricting.
Potter lifted his gaze and Draco swallowed when he met tears there. It was a bad sign.
"I know you feel like you've been with me, but you haven't. I wasn't there. It wasn't me." Potter muttered with a thick voice and clenched his jaw.
"I know. But I want you. And…" Come on, Draco, say it, say that you are absolutely in no rush as long as it's with Harry Potter, say it!
"We would take everything from the beginning. Slowly. No rush. And if you at some point thought it wasn't what you wanted, then we'd end it. "
Draco waited, Potter's eyes were searching his, and finally the Gryffindor asked, "Do you really mean that?"
Draco nodded, "Yes, I mean that. We can do things just the way you want to do them, so there's nothing you have to worry about. I promise I'll take a good care of you."
He would. He would feel the same affection, and caring for the real Potter, that he had felt for the Kitten one.
"Okay," Potter whispered.
Draco gave him a small smile, "I know a good way to start things."
"Yeah?" Potter's eyes were lightening up a little.
"Yes. Give me a kiss on the cheek." Draco said and turned his head.
Potter was just about to do that when Draco turned his head, captured the boy's lips, and pressed him against the wall. Potter was in shock, and moaned with surprise but Draco let the kiss become calmer and suddenly Potter wasn't going anywhere, and was kissing back, easily, like he'd already done it several times before.
ooOoOoo
Draco was lying on his back in his bed, he turned on his side and stared at the Gryffindor who was lying right beside him. Hesitantly he reached his fingers and grabbed some of Potter's soft hair, not having the guts to push all his fingers in there, in the softness he'd so begun to admire and care for.
Potter's expression was relaxed although his eyes were scanning at the canopy, possibly trying to focus on the note Draco had written to himself but the Slytherin knew there was no way Potter could actually read the words, since Draco had disarmed him from his ridiculous (sort of cute, trademark) glasses already moments ago.
"I think that… I think we should just do it," Potter muttered and closed his eyes for a moment. Draco kept stroking the hair he had beneath his fingers, and his tone didn't reveal any of his nervousness,
"You sure? Don't you think it would be better to…"
"To wait? No, I don't think so. I think I would rather be on the same page with you, and… I think the smartest move would be to do it." Potter's voice didn't sound too determined, and Draco could tell there was some nervousness mixed in the suggestion. It wasn't really a suggestion, it was more like a decision because who was Draco to say 'no' to anything, when he had already abused the boy while he was under a curse.
"If that's what you want, then that is what we will do but… Are you sure that it's what you want?" Draco ran his fingers over and over the soft hair.
Potter opened his eyes, and muttered, "Yes. We can take everything else slowly after that."
"How romantic, Potter. Just the way I prefer it, simply get it over and done with." Draco purred and saw the small smile that appeared on Potter's lips. He raised his head enough to lean over Potter's face and placed a faint kiss on Potter's smiling lips. Potter opened his mouth for the kiss but Draco pulled away and looked him in the eyes.
The green eyes were intense, Draco could see the nervousness in the pools of green.
He ran his fingers on Potter's chest, over the right nipple and squeezed it.
"Ow!" Potter exclaimed, and pulled Draco's hand off, frowning, "What are you doing?"
Draco smiled softly, and muttered, "Just checking."
Harry was still frowning, but his voice wasn't angry, "Checking for what?"
Draco shook his head a little, "Nothing." Then he started crawling down along Potter's body, placing kisses over the chest, licking the abused nipple, thinking how much he wanted to tell Potter that he hadn't done this with the Kitten one.
He decided he would regard this as their first time, just so that he really would be on the same page with this Potter, and he would force himself to forget everything he had done with the cursed boy. His boy.
Harry sighed, and his hand travelled over Draco's shoulder and into the nape of his neck, the fingers were gentle, and Draco closed his eyes, sighing too.
He went lower and lower, placing soft kisses on the ribs, stomach and everywhere but then he had to raise his head to look for his wand, which was luckily nearby. He stopped with the kissing just to open Potter's trousers, in which the Gryffindor reacted by demanding, "You first."
Draco looked at the boy in the eyes and lifted his eyebrows but then stood up, and he had to bow because of the canopy and opened his trousers, pushed them down before getting them off, and then he stood for a moment, wanting to see what was going on the Gryffindor's mind.
"And the rest," was all Potter said, and Draco pulled his underwear down, took them off while thinking that Potter had only just admitted being gay, and he would possibly have to be careful not to accidentally be too bold and scare off the Gryffindor back into doubting his orientation.
Fully naked he was, and stood boldly, watching Potter's expression, pursing his lips, thinking, but when Harry had run his eyes over the Slytherin's body twice without backing off, Draco dropped down on his knees and resumed with his 'getting Potter's trousers off' task. It was easy, it was also easy to get the underwear off, Potter wasn't complaining or hesitating but when the Gryffindor was stark naked, Draco simply had to look.
The boy was beautiful. He glanced at Potter's expression shortly; the dark haired boy was watching him with a clenched jaw.
Draco asked softly, "Nervous?"
Harry shrugged and muttered, "Nothing you haven't seen before."
Draco smirked and leaned down to kiss Potter's tights, in between the kisses he whispered "True that."
He practically had to pull Potter's thighs apart since the Gryffindor wasn't spreading them open like the cursed boy had done the evening before.
He licked and kissed the boy's inner thighs before muttering the spells he hoped would turn out to be the most used spells when it came to their relationship. Draco ran his lubricated fingers along Harry's crack but liked to look at the boy's expression.
Potter was quiet, but his eyes were intense, clear and hesitant. Those eyes were far more gorgeous than what Kitten Potter's eyes had been, Draco decided and gave the boy a small smile, watching Potter's tight jaw relax.
"You know it's going to hurt like hell," Draco muttered but his own cock was hardening at the thought of getting back inside the hot tightness. He only wished the famous Gryffindor courage was there, and Potter wouldn't suddenly flee.
"Yeah, I know," Was all Potter muttered back, and Draco shifted his gaze, just to watch his thumb which he now pushed ever so gently into the tight hotness. Merlin, it truly was tight, and he suddenly wasn't sure if it had been just quite as tight last night. He checked Harry's expression but there wasn't any obvious sign of pain so he pushed his thumb deeper in.
"That's tight," He suddenly muttered while pushing the inner walls with his thumb, trying to tell the walls that there would be soon so much more, they would better get the hint and let him come in.
"That's… that's not too bad," Harry said but was clearly bracing himself for something worse, because his fingers were ready to grip the sheet underneath him.
"Well I hope this is not too bad either," Draco commented and pulled his thumb out so that he could add his index finger along with the thumb to dive back into the devouring hotness.
Potter twitched, and Draco watched his expression change with a nervous feeling. The dark haired boy had now his eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched and fingers digging into the sheets.
When no complaint or moan of pain came, Draco resumed, and pushed deeper and deeper, all the way he could reach. He could sense how Potter's body was trying to block out the intrusion but this was a territory he would conquest, no matter what.
It wasn't good enough so he pulled his fingers out and then inserted his index finger along with his middle finger. It probably wasn't too bad since now he wasn't stretching the opening, he was merely going deeper, wondering why it was so tight, and wondering if Potter would actually be able to take his cock in there.
He suddenly frowned, and asked, "Are you sore? From last night, I mean."
Potter didn't say anything but shook his head, and took a deep breath, eyes still closed.
"Okay. Try to relax then," Draco instructed but even though Potter's fingers loosened on the sheet, the tightness didn't lessen at all.
He pulled his fingers out and already braced himself for Potter's screams as he added his ring finger to the group of fingers that were now intruding the Gryffindor.
Potter made a small whine in the back of his throat, which could have also been pleasure but Draco knew better not to mistake it to anything else but pain.
"You sure you want my cock in here?" Draco inquired but really didn't know how he would be able to cope with the disappointment if Potter would say 'no'.
"Yes," Potter hissed, and Draco decided not to wait for another minute, not to give Potter more time to change his mind so he pulled his fingers out, and made another lubrication spell just to do all he could to lessen the pain he was going to put the Gryffindor through.
Draco kissed Potter's inner thighs and secretly watched the boy's cock, it looked so good, Draco's cock reacted to the sight eagerly. He couldn't wait any longer, so he placed himself, grabbed Potter's thighs and let them wrap around his waist and grant him his access.
Before pushing in, he bit his lower lip and stared into the green eyes, lifting his left eyebrow. Potter smiled suddenly, and muttered, "This might be the first time I actually give you a permission to wipe my smile off."
Draco smirked, and answered, "This might be the first time I wouldn't like to wipe off your smile, Potter."
Harry merely smiled, Draco sighed, and said, "Let's see how long you can keep that smile on."
Potter nodded, apparently not taking the risk the speaking might inflict damage on his smile.
Draco had to smile back as he started pushing in, trying to be gentle, trying to be everything he had never really been to Potter before. Not this Potter, at least.
The Gryffindor was fighting against the pain very bravely, the smile was intact although his fingers were digging into Draco's sides, the green eyes were squeezed shut, and the frown was back.
Draco kept smiling, admiring Harry's tolerance under stressful, painful situations. Merlin, it was sweet somehow, how strong Potter was, strong in many different ways, coping and landing on his feet from any fall. He forced himself to move very slowly, and he actually couldn't give a damn about how his cock was begging him to push deeper, to move, to fuck, harder – No, he didn't mind trying to be as nice as he could. Potter deserved it.
It might've taken minutes or hours, Draco didn't care or count, until he was as deep as he could get. Potter's eyes were slightly open, he hadn't been complaining at all, not even once, unless you counted the soft whimpers that formed in the back of his throat, and the smile that now had changed into biting his lower lip.
Draco simply stayed there, deciding to give the boy's body some time to accept the fact that he was here now, he was on the inside and would stay that way. He was so close to Potter's face suddenly.
He hadn't noticed he was exhausted but he was, as he gasped, "Can I kiss you?"
Potter's fingers were tightening around his neck and pulling him deeper in, so he leaned in the last few centimeters separating their lips to press his lips against Potter's. The Gryffindor moaned but it could've been more in pleasure than in pain, Draco decided.
Harry's mouth was devouring him, sucking Draco's lips, although there was something gentle about it, it wasn't rough and this boy wasn't desperately needy like Kitten Potter had been.
Draco's lips felt swollen and wet when he pulled apart enough to breathe, "Am I hurting you?"
Potter shook his head, and his lips brushed against Draco's with every turn of his head.
"Good," Draco managed to rasp, he suddenly realised how sweaty he was, "Can I move?"
Potter breathed against his lips, "Yes, although…"
Gods, Draco could barely manage not to move, his cock was in pain, he wanted to pull out and then slam back in, and repeat the action several times, fast, "Although what?"
"Just… look me in the eyes when you come," Potter muttered the words so fast it took Draco a moment to grasp the meaning, and then he pulled away a bit and stared into those devouring, intense green pools,
"What? Don't tell me you –"
The green eyes were suddenly sharper, "I do remember that bit. And I… I remember what you said."
Draco swallowed, and he had to move, so he moved, trying to be careful but his whole body was on fire.
"What I said?" He muttered distractedly, the orgasm was already near, he would need about five or six pushes and he'd die on the spot, he was burning on the inside.
"You said – "
"Don't say it! Don't!" Draco snapped, and he was suddenly irritated enough to pull further out before slamming in, perhaps just a little too hard, and Potter frowned.
"Ah I'm…" Draco slurred as the orgasm was suddenly almost there, burning, too close to escape, too close to slow down with the furious slamming, he couldn't stop now, and he groaned but Potter was wise enough to place his fingers on Draco's face so he couldn't escape that either.
He had to stare into those intense eyes when the orgasm sent sparks flying in every nerve in his body. He could barely register the fact that he was spilling his load inside the Gryffindor. He could barely feel anything else except the green eyes.
He knew he was doomed, damned to worship this magical creature called Harry Potter, who was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and who was currently muttering something which sounded a bit like, "Remember to breathe, Draco".
Draco shut his eyes and dropped his head against Potter's shoulder. He felt like crying and laughing at the same time, he gasped and panted, and he was sweaty and exhausted but he thought he was actually somehow… happy right now. Not just happy but more like… content, and fearless, and simply… magnificent.
He took several deep breaths, "Okay, Potter, you win, I can say it now," He forced his tired head up enough to return the intense gaze and opened his mouth to say the words again, he knew it would be easy to say it, and he wasn't scared at all.
Fin.