And now... the long awaited moment... Harry and Draco's reunion. Draco has a bone to pick with Harry! He is fed up and can't take it any more! How will Harry react?
Please let me know what you think! Any suggestions you have will only improve future romance scenes :D
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"Incendio," Harry said as he flicked his wrist, wand in hand. Several lanterns began to glow, orange light illuminating the Quidditch locker rooms. He entered the shower room and adjusted one of the knobs of the showers. He tested the water with his hand and waited for steam to rise. When the water was at a suitable temperature, Harry walked over to his locker and pulled out a clean set of clothes. He set his things on a bench and then began to wriggle his way out of his tight uniform.
Harry tossed his sweaty uniform on the bench and cast one last spell, transforming it back to his school uniform. He placed his wand and glasses on his clean clothes and then stepped forward into the shower room. The ice-cold tile sent goose bumps from his feet to the rest of his body. He hurried quickly over to the hot shower and stepped in headfirst.
A low sigh of ecstasy escaped Harry's lips. The hot liquid felt heavenly on his sore muscles. Although Harry had a great deal of stamina for wrestling, being thrown into such rigorous exercise had taken its toll. He closed his eyes and let the stream of water pour over his face. This week had been full of so many disappointments it was good to finally unwind. But even so, Harry couldn't completely distract himself from his thoughts.
'The next time I see Draco… I swear he'll regret it,' Harry thought angrily.
As soon as he thought this, however, a certain blonde wizard entered the Gryffindor locker room.
"Potter!" Draco called over the noise of the running water. Harry jumped, wiping the water out of his eyes and slicking his hair back with wet fingers. Even without his glasses he could instantly tell that it was Draco leaning against one of the wooden support beams. Despite being stunned at the sudden appearance, Harry maintained a tough attitude.
"Well, well, look who's returned. Decided to grace Hogwarts with your presence, ay Draco?" Harry's posture was calm and his expression, almost bored at first glance, was laced with venomous anger. "Sorry to disappoint you but no one's going to roll out the red carpet for you," Harry said, turning away from the young Malfoy to continue showering. In truth though, he wanted to hide his erection. Although he was irritated, Draco still had a strong effect on Harry.
"Oh, really?" Draco said in a heated tone, striding away from the wooden beam. Harry looked over in surprise as Draco stepped down to the tiled level of the floor, walking straight towards him. Draco marched right through the warm water Harry was showering in and pressed himself into the Boy Who Lived until his back hit the chilly, white tiled wall.
Draco had his hands against the wall, on either side of Harry's head leaving the raven-haired boy nowhere to look but into Draco's steely, gray eyes. Hot water rained down on the boys, soaking Draco's thin, button down shirt until it was see through. Harry noticed this but tore his eyes away.
"Get off me, Malfoy," Harry snapped, reverting back to using Draco's last name out of habit.
"No!" Draco barked, pressing himself even closer to Harry, "For once it's my turn to talk while you stay obediently silent." Harry wanted to push Draco back and gain control of the situation like he usually did… but there was something about the fierce look in Draco's eyes that held him still. Not to mention he was naked and hard and Draco was pressed just so tightly against his body. His conflicting thoughts left him at a lose for words.
"You know what you are, Potter? You're a damn child," Draco spat, his eyebrows furrowed, his nose almost bumping Harry's. "You're always throwing tantrums and pissing me off, trying to get my attention. Well now you've got it so what do you want?"
Harry ground his teeth, hating that he was being analyzed and labeled by Draco Malfoy of all people. He mentally kicked himself, though, knowing that he was the one who had started this in the first place. Part of Harry wanted to admit that Draco was right. He wanted to tell Draco that it was all true and that some how his feelings had drastically changed. What had started as an entertaining game of messing with Draco had transformed into something so completely different.
But Harry's pride was a controlling, nasty monster that easily overpowered his conscience.
"Fuck you, Draco," Harry growled, glaring into those icy eyes.
Draco stared back, clenching his fists. This wasn't the answer that Draco had been expecting. Then again, it was very hard to predict anything that Harry would do. But even so, even with all of the cruel, embarrassing, confusing things Harry had done Draco still couldn't help but want him. Because when it all came down to it, Harry had brought them closer, whether he had intended to or not. And now, Draco knew he couldn't push in all away.
A wicked grin spread across Draco's lips wet lips. Harry's expression became confounded as he watched Draco smiling up at him.
"Fuck me, huh?" Draco said slipping his hand up the back of Harry's neck and intertwining his fingers in his jet-black hair. Then he whispered, "Please do."
In an instant Draco pressed his lips against Harry's. His wet hands skimmed Harry's muscled arms before slithering across his chest. Harry kissed Draco back, their tongues tangling together in a frenzied dance. Harry's heart began to beat impossibly fast. Smell, sight, hearing, taste, touch; all of his senses were becoming overloaded with Draco and he couldn't get enough of it.
Harry's finger's fumbled around the buttons on Draco's shirt, slipping and making no progress over and over again. Harry broke the kiss for only a moment before grabbing Draco's collar roughly and ripping his shirt open. Draco groaned, his pulse throbbing hard. He couldn't wait any longer either.
Draco slipped out of his shoes and socks and unbuttoned and unzipped his own pants before throwing them to the side. For an instant Harry simply stared, taking in Draco's fair skin and attractively proportioned stature. He let out a shallow sigh before setting his eyes on Draco's.
The two pressed into each other again. They both let out husky moans when their hard cocks glided against each other. Draco entangled his fingers in Harry's hair again and continued their passionate kiss. He then gripped both his and Harry's members with his other hand and began stroking.
"Oh, Draco," Harry exhaled, his eyes rolling back until his eyelids fluttered shut. Harry's chin tipped up, his neck exposed. Draco lapped at his collarbone before sinking his teeth into Harry's tan skin. Harry hissed slightly looking down into Draco's half open eyes.
"Is it good?" Draco asked, already knowing the answer. Just as Harry was about to answered Draco tightened his grip making Harry groan mid sentence.
"Oh shit," Harry cursed, precum dripping onto Draco's fingers. Draco felt his cock twitch as he watched Harry's expression portray his mind going blank. Harry's full lips were parted, his dark eyelashes were sticking together, and his eyes were only open a small sliver.
Draco felt like his insides were turning to lava, the heat concentrated below his hips. He was turned on by the knowledge that the only thing in Harry's head was himself and the pleasure of his fingers. Draco suddenly felt compelled to pay Harry back for their last encounter.
Draco dropped to his knees and before Harry could say anything his member was enveloped by Draco's warm, velvety mouth. Draco heard Harry take a sharp breath in before moaning 'Draco', his voice rough. If it were possible, Draco felt himself harden even more. He began to stroke himself, but very slowly. He was already so close to climaxing he knew it wouldn't take long.
Suddenly Draco felt Harry slid his fingers in his hair and push his head back. Draco looked up to ask why but his breath caught in his throat when he saw Harry's eyes burning with a passionate fire.
"Draco, I want, no, I need to fuck you," Harry said between pants. Draco's eyes widened feeling surprised and turned on at the same time.
"Potter, I-"
"Harry. Call me Harry," The black haired boy interrupted before sinking to his knees to be eyelevel with Draco. "Please Draco," Harry pleaded as he grasped Draco's length, pumping his arm achingly slow, "I want to be inside of you."
Draco gasped at Harry's touch and statement. So many thoughts flooded Draco's mind. He had never done anything like this before with a women let alone another man. Draco was nervous to say the least, but when he looked Harry up and down, his eyes begging, his swollen member demanding to be satisfied, Draco knew he was wrapped around Harry's finger.
"Well… I can't very well say no when you put it like that," Draco answered. Harry's eyes lit up and he practically pounced on Draco. The blonde felt the cold tile on his back contrast with the steamy water sprinkling down on them. He watched hungrily as Harry snaked his tongue around his fingers, lubricating them. Then, while one hand stroked Draco, the other went lower and slowly began to tease their way inside. Draco admitted that the sensation was strange, but he was so drunk with desire and Harry's touch that he didn't mind.
"Po- er, Harry," Draco murmured between moans, looking away out of embarrassment, "I'm so close I… you'd better hurry before I-"
Harry didn't need anymore urging than that. His strong hands grasped Draco's hips and he slid slowly inside. Draco hissed. It did sting but he was immediately distracted by Harry's sharp gasp.
"Oh, God," Harry groaned in a low tone as he drew himself out and then slowly in again. Draco moaned too as Harry began stroking his shaft again. Draco's back arched towards the ceiling, his toes curling. Harry's hand was picking up the pace and his thrusts were becoming primal and rough. With each movement a little 'ahh' escaped from the depths of Harry's throat. Draco looked up into those hazy green eyes and he couldn't hold on any more.
Draco came, moaning Harry's name as his whole body shivered. Harry strokes became slow and tighter making Draco come over and over again until he was gasping for breath. Through heavy eyes Draco looked up watching Harry near his own climax.
Harry thrust inside Draco at a slower pace but each time he pushed deeper and deeper inside. Harry mumbled Draco's name groaning over and over again until, right as he peaked, he moaned loudly:
"Draco! Oh, fuck Draco I… I love you."
Draco's eyes were as big as saucers as he looked up at Harry, who was staring back, watching him come before collapsing on top of him. He was completely stunned. Draco thought he had to have imagined it. It just wasn't possible. His mind thought that phrase dozens of times.
However, when he looked over at Harry who lay panting beside him, Draco's mind replayed his statement over and over again. It was burned into his memory: the shape of Harry's lips, the look in his eyes. Draco could tell by Harry's expression that he had admitted his feelings truthfully and it hadn't been easy. His eyebrows had bowed and his eyes were piercing as if he were begging for Draco to truly understand.
A knot of guilt settled in the pit of Draco's stomach. The goals of his assignment came rushing back to him and he knew that this was exactly the sort of information the Dark Lord was after. Draco swallowed, his throat dry. He felt so weak and pathetic.
His arms searched for the warmth of Harry's body. He wrapped his arms around the Boy Who Lived and buried his face in the crook of his neck. Draco bit his lip and tried not to make a sound.
The truth was that he was overcome with pure joy. At long last he had found someone with real feelings for him. It wasn't his parents or any of the other pure bloods. As impossible as it seemed, it was Harry Potter, his mortal enemy, the bane of existence, and now the first person to say 'I love you' to him.
Draco closed his eyes and prayed that Voldemort hadn't been watching; prayed that his mission would be forgotten; prayed that nothing would disrupt this strange peace, this unusual relationship that he had found.
…And yet, Draco had a sinking feeling that he had ruined his happiness just as it was beginning to blossom.
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And so the truth comes out! What is Draco to do? Follow his heart or the orders he's been given?
More in the next chapters :)