Chapter 5C

Harry had been tossing and turning all night. It was the night that he and Ginny had been in the captain's office together. He was sure in that moment that he was foolish to keep on with Draco. Ginny was his love and he finally had him, as she thought she had him. He always knew that what he was doing was wrong. How could it not be? He had a girlfriend and he was engaging in sexual acts with another person. That was cheating, plain and simple. Harry wouldn't have thought himself as someone who was a cheater but apparently he was. He needed to tell her the truth and tell Draco that this had to finish. That was what Harry had to do.

But he couldn't. The whole reason this was even happening was because Draco had some attraction to him. And Harry was attracted to Draco, too. He had known this for a few weeks but he didn't want to let himself believe him. Draco made him feel something that no one else had. He satisfied him in a way that Ginny couldn't. Not that she didn't satisfy him, but he wasn't sure that a girl could give him what he needed. Draco seemed to understand that they were doing this being it was good for a while to feel free and enjoy life for a change. Harry didn't know what was going on with him, but this year was different. He had a theory his father had inducted him into the feather eater.

But likewise in the reverse Ginny offered him what Draco couldn't- love, emotional support and she would always stand beside him to support him. Ginny and Draco were the two halves of himself. How could be sure of which would be the best for him? The side that is loving and supportive; or the side that was understanding and allowed him some freedom?

He resolved that either way talking to Draco was the next and best course of action. Ginny was due to meet with her OWL group the next evening and he was sure Draco would seek him out. That would be when they spoke. Without consciously thinking about it Harry turned right as he walked Ginny out of the Common Room the next night. His feet knew where to take him. He lingered near the classroom they often commandeered for these sort of nights. When other students passed him he walked slowly down the corridor to make it look like he too was on his way somewhere. He checked his watch after ten minutes. They didn't have a set time to meet but they both knew when Ginny would be disappearing and they never had to wait long for one another. After another five minutes Harry was getting irritated. He had decided to talk everything out tonight, and despite being in Gryffindor he was worried he would lose his nerve. When he decided that he was going wait any longer fast and heavy footsteps came echoing up the corridor. Draco looked furious. Harry opened his mouth to speak but Draco grabbed his robes and shoved him inside the classroom, slamming the door behind them.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Harry hissed as he stumbled into a desk.

"I'm fine," he replied in a low hoarse voice.

"Fine?! You call pushing me into a fucking desk fine? What's happened? You're never this late."

"Nothing has happened, just leave it."

"I can't. if something is bothering you this much I want to know."

Draco looked up at him with dark eyes. His skin looked sallow and his cheeks held no flush.

"Why the fuck do you give a shit?"

Harry's response caught in his throat. He was about to say "because I care about you." But that wouldn't have been so great considering he wanted to tell him this was over. He picked a careful half-truth.

"Because we're something like friends now. Not sure how you roll in Slytherin but in Gryffindor we give a shit about our mates."

"Mates?" Draco seemed to be trying out the word. He supposed that that was one way to describe their bizarre relationship. He seemed calmer when he was contemplating this. He soon turned angry again.

"This isn't something I can talk about with mates. You have no idea what kind of pressure I'm under. The things that are expected of me…I can't talk to anyone about it, least of all you."

"And why's that?"

"Oh, I don't know! Maybe because you're fucking Harry Potter and my family has been associated with the Dark Lord for as long as it had been possible to be. Don't you ever wonder what it would mean if my family knew I had any connection to you at all?"

"Draco, is there something that I need to know?"

"What do you mean?"

"Am I in danger? More than normal?"

Draco looked away from him again. His hands knotted in each other, like they always did when he was anxious.

"Not if I can help it. I'm doing the best I can to keep both of us out of trouble."

"You are? Why?"

"Because-"Draco seemed to struggle as much as Harry when it came to expressing how he felt about them.

"Because we're mates, right? Just looking out for you, alright?"

Harry had never seen him look so vulnerable. He looked genuinely frightened. Whatever had happened caused a big impact on him. Seeing how broken he was there was no way Harry could cut him off now. He approached Draco's frigid form and wrapped his arms around him. Harry heard his breath hitch at their contact. After a few moments his sunk into the embrace and his muscles loosened. He'd had such a tough week. His father was on at him all of the time, criticising him that he hadn't completed his mission yet. He was being hounded with nightmares about what would happen if the Death Eaters got into school when Harry was here. How could he protect him? And all this time he was trying to hide what they were doing for fear of Harry's safety. What he wanted no was to enjoy their usual routine and forget about everything that was happening.

Harry was relishing in the sensation of being so emotional intimate with Draco. He knew what he promised himself but how could he reject Draco when he felt so strongly for him. He moved part of Draco's robes so he could plant a light kiss on his neck. A loud gasp encouraged him to continue giving small kisses around in circles, slowly moving towards his shoulder. Draco sighed again. Harry slipped his hands over his arms, taking the offending robes with them. Next came Draco's shirt. As Harry unbuttoned it he maintained eye contact. He wanted to tell his lover how he felt without saying it aloud. He thought Draco might know what he was trying to say. He was getting lost in deep green eyes that spoke louder than words. Harry was so delicate in his movements. He pulled off the expensive shirt without tugging at all. Regardless of having received oral sex from this man he had never seen what he looked like underneath his shirt. Harry thought of himself as ugly and pale, not attractive in the least. Draco was a very different kind of pale. He glowed like the lone moon in a vast sky at midnight. He was flawless and smooth and iridescent.

"If you're thinking of doing…that, you don't have to."

Harry smiled at his embarrassed features.

"I want to do this." Harry's hands worked on Draco's belt as he spoke." For a start I think some pay back is suitable. And secondly, let me comfort you. I know it's difficult to let people in, but please Draco, let me in." At the end of his sentence Draco's trousers and boxers were dropped.

Draco thought that he was going to orgasm on the spot. No one had ever cared about him like this before. He felt so special. And to receive this from Harry who had been his unhealthy obsession this year was another incredible doing in itself.

Harry dropped to his knees, never breaking the eye contact they had established. "I hope I'm ok for you, I'm a virgin at cock sucking." He engulfed all of Draco's dick, choking slightly. Draco thought that he was going to die. What had he done to deserve this? He was a virgin to having his cock sucked, as Harry would have said. Never before had he experienced being consumed and feeling love pour from every part of him.

This was the most amazing sensation for Harry. Draco was so heavy in his mouth. He seemed to fill up every space possible. He tasted the same as he smelt, musky and manly. It was like kissing his skin but far more intense. He was still watching Draco. He looked blissfully happy. Never before had he seen him more relaxed or as care free. He hadn't seen what the cock inside his mouth looked like yet but he was in no doubt that it would be as beautiful as the rest of its owner.

Gripping the base firmly Harry pulled back carefully, as to not catch him with his teeth. Here he was able to gaze upon the most gorgeous cock he had ever seen in real life by accident or in pornographic material on purpose. He felt his own cock stiffen. He wasn't sure what to do, he knew what he liked but he had never pair enough attention to the exact technique that brought his pleasure about.

Treating him like he had Ginny's pussy, Harry licked and swirled his tongue around the head of Draco. Moans told him he was ok to keep going. He sucked the head into his mouth and sucked it like a clit. He was surprised to find that he was enjoying giving a blowjob. The hands that had reached down to his shoulders and gripped him hard turned him on even more. He inched further down the shaft, wet from his earlier deep throat. His balls tightened as more and more cock was filling him up to the brim. There was no denying it now- Harry was a cock lover.

"Harry, you feel amazing! Please don't stop!"

Draco's voice was high and shaky. He still looked relaxed but his muscles were contracting tight again. Harry increased the pace and went back down to the base where he could feel Draco's balls press up against him. Fuck, he was so hard and huge. He was certain that Draco was much bigger than he was. He tasted so good. Harry's hands drifted to his wait to old him steady as his movements became more rushed and erratic. He kept his tongue wandering around over Draco's cock as he sucked faster. He let Draco fall from his mouth only once.

"I want you to fuck my mouth Draco. Push into me, I want you to go deep." Draco's accompanying cry was music to his ears. When he returned to sucking Draco's hips met him half way and his cock slipped even further down Harry's throat. It would appear that he had no gag reflex.

"Touch yourself Harry. Pleasure us both!" Harry had no objection to this. His dick was in his hands within seconds, rubbing frantically. The sight of Harry getting him off and touching himself moved Draco even closer. The pleasure of wanking made Harry's moans even louder. The vibrations tingled Draco's cock.

"I'm really close Harry, you can stop if you don't want to taste me."

His words only made Harry harder and he hand and head moved. He did want to taste Draco. Everything he had experienced with him so far had been perfection. He eagerly anticipated that his orgasm would be just as good.

"Yes! YES! YES HARRY!" His fingers dug painfully hard into Harry's shoulders as his hips rotated and bucked.

"I'M CUMMING!" Boiling salty fluid came gushing into Harry's mouth and down his throat each pump of Draco's hips brought more cum with it. Just like his cock his cum was delicious and thick. Harry preferred sweeter things as opposed to sour foods but when it came from Draco anything would be heavenly. The taste of a man had his own orgasm stampeding closer. Electricity shot through him and his stomach had butterflies.

"Draco, I'm cumming too!" Dropping to the floor as fast as humanly possible Draco held his lips open ready for Harry to shoot his ow cum into.

Both boys collapsed onto the fall, finding each other's arms to cuddle into. They were both coming down off their highs.

"Was that ok for you?"

"Was that ok? In five years of masturbating I've never come close to feeling like that! I've never had a blowjob before, but I can safely say that they're my favourite thing ever! You were incredible Harry."

"I'm relieved to hear that. Thank you swallowing me, you really didn't have to do that. And thanks for the compliment; I didn't know you could be nice to anyone."

That earnt him an elbow to the waist.

"Oww! I was kidding!"

"Didn't sound like it to me."

They were acting like lovers. Lovers who performed sexual acts on each other who cared for one another. Harry couldn't end this, he needed it. He would have to find some other way to fix this mess he was in. He needed Draco.

"What are you thinking about?" Draco asked, kissing the top of Harry's messy hair.

"Oh nothing important.

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