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pre-warning – slashiness in this chapter
17. Getting Closer
Harry and Draco lay side by side on Draco's bed, hands twined together, sometimes talking, sometimes not, just enjoying each other's company.
Draco's room was so different from Harry's, for, while every nook and cranny in his was filled with an object of sentimental value to him, Draco's did not look disimilar to a hotel room. The walls were a dirty cream colour, and the carpet dark blue. The bed was pushed against one wall and against the opposite was a chest of drawers and some shelves. On the shelves lay a CD player, hundreds of CDs, some magazines and books and an old mug.
The bedsheets were pale blue and smelt distinctly of Draco. In fact, that seemed to be the only really personal thing in the room. For someone who dressed and acted so rebelliosly, Draco was certainly tidy.
To Harry's great relief, Draco's uncle, Mr Snape, as away for two nights on a course and, therefore, was not their to disturb the two boys time by unnerving Harry. He had left a fridge full of food, some money for any groceries needed and strict instructions not to blow anything up, break anything, set anything on fire, or end up in hopsital.
All of these things, Draco had explained to Harry, had occurred when Draco was left on his own.
"Coincidence and accidents," Draco had said nonchalantly.
Harry smiled as Draco stroked back his dark hair and twisted a strand around his finger.
"What you thinking about?"
Raising his free hand to stroke Draco's cheek, Harry replied, "You."
Draco smiled serenly and placed an innocent kiss on Harry's mouth. However, the kiss soon grew into something much less innocent.
Harry snaked his arms around Draco's neck, pulling the blond closer to him, sliding his tongue into his mouth.
Draco moaned and moved himself, now straddling Harry's hips, bending over the green eyed boy. He slid his hands up under the front of Harry's T-shirt and began sratching down lightly with his nails, sending delightful shivers through Harry's body.
"Sit up," moaned Draco against Harry's mouth.
Harry, in no fit state to argue, even if he'd wanted to, dutifully sat up and allowed Draco to peel the dark green T-shirt off him.
Draco pushed him back down on to the bed and tore his mouth away, placing tiny, hot, open mouthed kisses down Harry's jaw, neck, collarbone and chest. With his teeth, his tugged playfully on the silver ring hanging from Harry's nipple, grinning when it elicted a small gasp from the other boy.
Moving on, he continued making a trail of blazing kisses down to the waistband of Harry's low slung jeans. He ran his tongue from left to right along the rim, loving the control he had over the raven haired boy as he squirmed.
Draco undid the button of Harry's jeans and dragged the zipper down with his teeth. Harry raised his hips so Draco could slide the jeans off him and into a pile on the floor.
Slowly, he kissed from Harry's foot all the way to the bottom of his boxers, especially enjoy the response he got when he flicked his tongue over the back of Harry's knee.
Draco tugged off Harry's black boxers and sat back on his heels to drink in the sight before him – Harry Potter – naked – on his bed.
Draco continued placing kisses up the inside of Harry's thigh until Harry could feel Draco's warm breath on his erect cock.
The blond ran his tongue up Harry's shaft before swirling it around the tip.
He heard Harry take in a sharp breath, and looked up to see that the other boys eyes were almost closed, only a sliver of green peeking out from beneath his eyelids.
"Harry, open your eyes and look at me."
With what like a great effort, Harry opened his eyes as Draco engufled his cock.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed.
Draco lightly dragged his teeth up before taking Harry whole again.
Harry grabbed a fistful of Draco's soft, blond hair with one hand, while the other groped blindly for the headboard of Draco's bed.
Draco moaned softly, the vibrations almost driving Harry over the edge.
"Draco, I'm gonna come," gasped Harry.
Draco didn't move away as Harry expected him to, but moaned softly again.
That was it for Harry. He spilled his seed deep into Draco's throat down the salty liquid with a smile on his face.
His hands still fisted in Draco's hair, Harry pulled him back up and pressed his lips to the blond's, tasting himself in Draco's mouth.
"Wow," breathed the dark haired boy.
Draco smiled, drawing small designs on Harry's chest.
"I suddenly realise that I'm naked and you're wearing a coat."
Shrugging, Draco slipped out of his clothes and then slid underneath the bed cover, as Harry had already done.
Twining his hand with Draco's once again, Harry kissed the pale knuckles.
"You know what I don't understand?"
Draco yawned. "What?"
"Morning breath."
Can I just ask – why is it in Harry Potter 3 (the film) that Lupin and Harry keep going on this seemingly romantic walks together? I don't remember those from the book. Also, Lupin seems pissed the whole way through as did Sirius the times you saw him, Harry became Leonard Dicaprio while riding Buckbeak and they all appeared to be sleeping with (or thinking about sleeping with) one another. Very curious.