Author's Note: Thanks again to all who reviewed and my lovely beta for this fic, Deb.
Draco stared after Harry's fleeing form in confused wonder. At last. It had only taken seven fucking years, but finally, finally, he'd managed to make the Chosen One speechless. He resisted the urge to preen, suddenly regretting his outburst. Sure, seeing Potter gaping like a fish had been quite satisfying, but what if Potter confronted the Weasley girl, as he undoubtedly would, and knowing Potter he'd do it in a public fashion. Then the entire school would know Draco's secret, and he didn't want anyone to know that his cock had been sullied by Ginny Weasley's mouth, and what's worse, he'd enjoyed it and gone back for more.
He still shuddered whenever he thought about it, whenever he saw her passing him on her way to class, blissfully ignorant that the man she'd been pleasuring each night was within earshot. It was disgusting how oblivious she was. She certainly played the part of devoted girlfriend well, always clinging just so to Potter's arm, flagging him down the moment he entered the Great Hall at any mealtime, passing him discrete notes and flirtatious winks in the corridors. Draco had noticed it all.
And he'd also noticed the shift.
He was actually mildly surprised that Harry had defended his lady love so passionately. It had been obvious for the last couple days that something was suddenly amiss between the disgusting lovebirds. She'd given Harry the cold shoulder at every opportunity and Potter had looked like a kicked Crup every time he caught her gaze. It was pathetic. But Draco had started to imagine that Potter knew what had happened and had broken up with her over it.
But maybe he was mistaken. Harry had seemed genuinely surprised by the idea, but he'd fled before Draco could taunt him further. He supposed either way it was a victory of sorts. Potter would always know that he'd lost in some significant way to Draco, and if he chose to blab about it, then the rest of the school would know too. Draco decided he could handle it if the rumors spread; after all, it's not as if it was anything more than sex.
Before his heart could protest, Draco straightened his robes and returned to the Slytherin common room, thinking perhaps now he might be able to sleep.
Harry felt green. He'd never understood likening colors with emotions before now, but that was the only way he could describe the feeling - like earthy mold crawling up his esophagus and threatening to choke off his air supply and make him vomit. He'd carefully narrowed down where the feeling of illness originated, and he regretfully couldn't blame it on Malfoy, or even Ginny for that matter.
The feeling haunting his gut wasn't because he was on the verge of being outed as a gay man, or a loser whose girlfriend had cheated on him with a childhood enemy. It wasn't because Malfoy was an arse and got everything wrong, or because he couldn't live with the idea that his lips had touched Draco's cock. It wasn't envy and it wasn't disgust.
The general greenness originated from the fact that despite all the things he knew about Malfoy, all the bad and the very little good, Harry still wanted him with a fire that threatened to burn him alive.
Instead of the knowledge of Draco being his mystery man deterring his fantasies, it only managed to heighten them. Now the creamy thighs and light blond thicket of curls he'd glimpsed through the hole had a lovely face to go with them; a face with regal features, stormy gray eyes and soft pink lips. Even now, fidgeting in Potions class, all Harry could think of was kissing those lips and finding out how different they tasted from Draco's cock.
He knew his cheeks were likely flaming red, especially when he kept glancing at Malfoy, who was staring at him with the same intensity Harry noticed the night before. He was so relieved when the class was finally dismissed that he nearly tripped himself trying to leave the room. He glanced over his shoulder to see Malfoy smirk at him, but before he could shoot the prat a rude gesture, he ran into another student, sending them both to the hard stone, their books skittering across the floor.
"Bloody hell, I'm so sorry," he apologized automatically, grabbing up parchment and books randomly from the ground. When he glanced down and saw a scribble at the top of the pages that said 'Mrs. Ginny Potter' in cutesy scrolling letters, he glanced back to discover who he'd knocked over. "Gods, I'm an arse. Gin, I'm sorry," he repeated, offering her a hand up.
The look on her face made it clear she wasn't going to argue with his self-assessment, but she took his hand and stood primly, dusting herself off with a mild glare in his direction. Harry envied how quickly she bounced back from a humiliation, how strong she was no matter what. "I was on my way to see you, actually. I just hadn't expected to see you so closely." It was obvious to Harry she was attempting humor, but her tone was still firm, distant.
"Look, Gin…I'm really-"
"Sorry. I know," she sighed and Harry noticed for the first time she had dark circles under her eyes she was trying to conceal with glamours. She must not have been sleeping well either. A wave of guilt washed over him as she nodded toward an unused classroom and he obediently followed. "Harry," she began, as soon as the door clicked shut behind them. "I just need to know one thing."
"Ask whatever you want." Harry leaned against the wall, using it to brace both his body and his heart. He knew whatever this was; it was going to be bad.
"I've been thinking about us, about what went wrong. What I must have done wrong." She held up a hand to stop Harry's immediate protest. "I know it wasn't me. I mean, I realize that now. You can't help who you love, or apparently who you want to shag anonymously in the locker room," she added with a slight twitch to her lip. Harry was undecided if it was meant to be a snarl or a smile. "I just...were you ever going to tell me?" she demanded.
"Yes," Harry blurted at once. "I was working up the courage, and at the same time, I was trying to figure out what was wrong with me," he admitted. "I agreed to meet you that night so I could explain things."
She gave him a slightly skeptical look, but sighed. "There isn't anything wrong with you, Harry. You're gay. So what? It's not the end of the world," she said, taking the whole thing better than Harry had any right to expect. "And even if it were," she added with what Harry knew was a smile this time, "you've already dealt with the end of the world once. A second time should be cake."
Harry let out a long breath he hadn't even known he'd been holding. "Thanks, Gin. You have no idea how much this means to me. I'd been convinced you were going to tell everyone just to get back at me."
"That's mildly insulting, Harry," she muttered with a frown. "Although, the thought briefly crossed my mind the night I caught you, so I suppose I can forgive the slight."
"I really am sorry, Gin. For everything," he said with a sheepish grin, but she just rolled her eyes and punched his arm lightly.
"Stop apologizing. I get it. I mean…I don't get it at all, but I will. Probably. Eventually. Maybe we can even be friends again once this all boils over," she said, her voice a bit sad. "I'll need a bit of space though."
Harry sighed, but nodded knowingly. "I get it. I'm sure Hermione and Ron will feel the same way after I've told them."
"Maybe not," Ginny offered in support. "They weren't the ones dating you, after all. Although, I would pay good money to see my brother's face when you tell him."
"You're evil," Harry pointed out fondly, and they left the room on relatively good terms. Maybe this wasn't the end of the world, like Ginny had said. There were plenty of gay wizards out there, and his new revelation didn't mean he had to sacrifice the love and family he'd been dreaming about. The dream just needed to shift slightly to accommodate an extra cock.
But as he climbed the stairs to Gryffindor tower that night after dinner, he knew deep down that not just any other wizard would do. Despite everything he knew about Draco, his past, his family, his bad habits, Harry still couldn't imagine anyone else filling him with the kind of desire Harry felt with Malfoy.
So, when he glanced out the window to see a shock of blond hair in the distance, making the distinct journey toward the pitch, Harry made a split second decision to follow and hoped he wouldn't regret it.
The cool tiles echoed under Draco's dragon hide boots as he paced the locker room, his eyes continually darting to the hole in the wall. After denying himself for several days, Draco felt sure he'd broken himself of the need for the kind of pleasure he'd been getting from The Mouth. But no, it wasn't The Mouth any longer. It was Ginny Weasley, Potter's girlfriend…or ex-girlfriend as things had seemed lately. Why the thought of Harry being free of her sent pulsing shivers down his spine was beyond him, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. He couldn't seem to make himself visit the wall again now that he knew who was on the other end.
He knew this would happen, knew his curiosity would bite him in the arse and ruin everything, yet he'd still peeked. And now he wished for ignorant bliss once more.
Though the urge was still there, he just couldn't seem to make himself act on it. With a frustrated huff, Draco threw his hands up in defeat and stormed toward the door, stopping when it pushed open roughly, almost smacking him in the face.
"Good, you're still here," Harry said, but he didn't look relieved. He looked angry and flustered.
"I was just leaving," he replied, angling to get around the Gryffindor. He didn't want another confrontation. He'd regretted his words to Potter the other night the moment the door had shut behind him, but he couldn't keep apologizing. He didn't know how.
"About the other night," Harry pressed, obviously ignoring Draco and not giving him an inch to get past him. "What you said about Ginny-"
"It wasn't my place," Draco leapt in. "I should have kept my mouth shut."
"Yes," Harry ground out. "You should have, but that's not what I meant. I came here to tell you that it wasn't Ginny."
Draco's inherent need to always be right and his desire not to fight with Harry anymore warred within him. "Harry, I saw her. I know it's hard to hear, and I feel like a heel for telling you the way I did, but I saw her with my own eyes."
"She was there, but it wasn't her," Harry said, taking a deep breath and letting it out very slowly. "She broke up with me that night. That's why you saw her. But I was still inside."
Harry's heart pounded as he willed Draco to understand what he meant without actually saying it out loud, but the blond continued to look at him in confusion. "You were still inside? So, you knew what she was up to?"
With a heavy sigh, Harry stepped forward, shaking his head. "It wasn't her," he repeated. "It was me."
His voice was quiet, halting, as he waited for Draco's response. He could have left it. Draco had thought all this time that it was Ginny, and she wasn't going to tell Harry's secret, so he could have let the blond keep assuming a lie. Then Harry wouldn't be standing here having the most awkward conversation of his life and Draco wouldn't be gaping at him like a fish. But the more he thought of the potential here, if Draco shared even an inkling of his feelings, Harry knew couldn't waste this opportunity and be left to wonder forever.
"You?" Draco rasped, his brow knit into a frown as something seemed to dawn on him and he scoffed. "I understand your need to defend her honor, but this is excessive, even for you, Potter."
Anger boiled through Harry in an instant. Anger at himself for all the problems he'd caused over the last few weeks. Anger at Draco for not believing him, for laughing at him. Anger at the desire he still felt for the Slytherin in spite of everything. He launched himself at Draco, pinning him to the cold wall as he sunk to his knees and tore his finely tailored trousers open.
"Potter!" Draco shouted, his hands moving to bat Harry's away, but he was too determined. "H-Harry, what are you doing?" Draco demanded, but Harry thought he was being pretty clear when he freed Draco's cock and gave it a firm stroke.
He gave Malfoy a moment to protest, but when nothing came out but a soft gasp, Harry dove in, swallowing the familiar prick to the hilt with a heady moan. He looked up, his eyes locking with Draco's wide-eyed gaze as he bobbed up and down, licking and sucking as he'd learned Draco enjoyed over the past week.
As Draco's shock seemed to melt away, his hand came down to fist in Harry's wild hair, dragging him deeper onto his cock with a loud groan. Harry couldn't believe he'd missed out on this perfect sound the other times, the way it vibrated through him and made his own cock pulse in his trousers. As Harry found his rhythm, the beautiful noises he pulled from the blond increased in both volume and intensity. It drove Harry mad, his hands constantly roaming up Draco's flat stomach, down to cup his arse, everything he could touch that had been denied him from behind the wall.
Harry felt Draco tense, the head of his cock expanding slightly just before Harry's mouth was filled with hot jets of release. Harry gripped Draco's thighs, digging his fingers in as he swallowed around the twitching flesh in his mouth before rising and pinning himself against the blond's taut frame. He kissed the Slytherin before he had a chance to protest, moaning at the flavor of his mouth and hoping this wouldn't be the last time he tasted him this way.
Surprisingly, Draco returned the kiss with equal passion, his tongue entering an intricate dance with Harry's while the Gryffindor rutted awkwardly against him, pressing his erection against Draco's waning cock and grinding, seeking release. He found it a moment later, moaning into Draco's mouth as he came violently in his trousers, too turned on to be embarrassed.
When they parted for air, both boys simply stared at one another, chests heaving, lips parted and swollen. "It was you," Draco breathed in awe, making Harry grin wryly. "So, now what?"
Harry licked his lips and swallowed his pride, coaxing up every ounce of Gryffindor courage in his veins. "I'd like this to continue," he admitted. "I sort of like you."
"Sort of?" Draco repeated with a smirk.
"Yeah," Harry replied with a matching grin. "Sort of. For now, at least. Who knows what that could turn into down the road, though?"
He felt Draco shiver beneath him and nodded somberly. "I think I could entertain that idea," the blond responded haughtily, but even as his blasé words left his lips, his grip on Harry's hips tightened possessively and Harry knew this was the beginning of a glorious relationship.
FIN
Author's Note: Okay, so next story options: A. Beauty & the Beast for the Twisted Faerie Tales series. B. SongFics based on my lovely Florence + Machine C. A non-Drarry fic (I have several other pairings I'm working on) D. Something else entirely (Ideas welcome)