A/N - I like this chapter and I hope you do as well. Any hardcore Potter-Heads will probably pick up on aspects of Rowling's interviews, especially about Grindlewald, I found what she's said about his and Dumbledore's relationship fascinating and wanted to use it as a starting point for more later.
Warning - (spoilers) M-rated wizardxwizard action that may be offensive to those who "accidentally" found this story
Disclaimer - The themes and most characters belong to my queen, JK Rowling, author of the true Harry Potter books.
Harry woke up alone.
Draco?
Barely dressed Harry stumbled into the teacher's lounge. He looked around. Sprout and Neville were just leaving.
"Neville!"
They paused and Harry rushed over to them.
"Have you seen Draco?"
Neville sighed.
"You're not stalking him now are you?"
Harry shook his head. "No, we're in love. I woke up this morning and he was gone."
"From a dream you were having?" Neville asked, looking almost as startled as Sprout.
"No, from my bed!"
"Potter!"
Harry spun around to see McGonagall and Flitwick, each with their arms crossed.
"Mr. Malfoy asked me to inform you that he's decided to go to Ashcliffe today after all. He seemed concerned that you would miss him this morning. Which is, of course entirely impossible as you and I agreed you would leave him alone during your time here."
Harry attempted a sheepish smile.
"I think, perhaps Mr. Potter made that agreement prior to some recent…err discoveries." Flitwick piped.
"Are the rumors true?" McGonagall asked, leaning forward.
Harry nodded.
McGonagall shook her head. Her face had turned deathly pale.
"This is all too familiar Potter."
Harry peered at the grave face's surrounding him, circling him so he was unable to leave.
"You're talking about Dumbledore and Grindlewald, aren't you?" Harry asked, remembering Rita Skeeter's infernal book.
More frowns met him.
"I wish you would all stop treating me like I have a choice in the matter! I can tell you that I don't."
Each frown turned into looks of shame as Harry's friends and co-workers faced their feet.
"Sorry Harry…" Neville murmured.
"It's just…" Squeaked Flitwick.
"Malfoy?" Sprout asked.
Harry grinned and he didn't care how large and soppy it looked.
"Yes, Malfoy. Who else?"
The following silence filled with the sound of McGonagall scratching her chin.
"I suppose this match is quite befitting, if the two of you can handle it."
She smiled at Harry.
"Herbology professors, I'm sure Harry is meaning to visit my office to discuss an up and coming training program for the younger Quidditch players. If you could please…"
Sprout and Neville sprung out of the way.
Harry smiled as he walked by. He almost passed them when he stopped and captured Neville in a hug.
"Thanks for being a great friend."
Neville hugged him back.
"Anytime. Just as long as I see you're getting better."
Harry let go and continued. He supposed he needed to get to the Headmistress' office.
McGonagall, of course, followed him and they each walked in silence. They arrived at the Griffin statue.
"Montrose Magpies" The headmistress told the door and the large statue moved so they could get access to the spiral staircase.
"Draco told me you were hiring Gwenog Jones."
Harry informed her as soon as his foot landed on the first step.
"Only if you ever wish to leave your post. After all, you only have to stay here until Healer Everglade clears you."
"He probably won't now I'm with Draco." Harry joked.
"Yes, I wish to talk to you about that." McGonagall replied sternly.
Harry entered the circular office and she followed.
"But first, more cheerful matters." The headmistress smiled.
"Right, Quidditch."
"Forget that for the moment. I believe you had your eighteenth birthday not more then a month ago."
Harry shrugged. He'd been holed up in Grimmauld then.
"Everyone is truly sorry for missing it, and you, as we weren't privy to your whereabouts. I did, in fact have a gift for you."
"No, I don't want any gifts." Harry began, holding up his hands.
"Hold your tongue! This is a unique circumstance. It seems this gift in question is bereft of an owner. He frightens my moggies and quite frankly the patronous I saw you send the other day was ridiculous."
Harry blinked, still not sure what McGonagall meant.
"I'm rather certain he lost his cage in the battle. Then, of course, he malted yesterday and singed my carpet, but here."
McGonagall reached into her robes and extracted something with one hand.
Harry took the tiny pink bird.
"I thought he had left forever, after the funeral." Harry breathed.
"It seems he came back."
Harry gently petted Fawkes' head and the Phoenix closed his eyes.
"Look after him. Now, sit."
Harry did so, still patting Fawkes. McGonagall rounded her desk and sat too, facing Harry with her fingers entwined.
"Harry, may I tell you something told to me very long ago, in private?"
Harry nodded slowly.
"Dumbledore was a brave, smart man. So much so I believe his bravery and intelligence isolated him. That is, I believe why he fell in love with Grindlewald, a man equally as brilliant. They were both isolated from others. Can you relate with this?"
"Yes." Harry replied honestly.
"But Grindlewald was a cruel narcissist Harry, enamored with dark magic. His betrayal of Dumbledore almost destroyed him. It stunned Dumbledore emotionally; he could never find love again. Harry, why would you risk that?"
Harry couldn't answer. Of course the parallels between him and Draco and Dumbledore and Gindlewald were obvious now but he hadn't considered them before.
Fawkes squawked and Harry looked down at him.
"Draco's different. We're not isolated because we're brilliant or anything, we're isolated because dark magic hurt us. I don't think he's using me."
"He might not be." McGonagall agreed. "But he has hurt you before, many times. The views you both hold about this world are extremely different."
"I know but I think the views we both have are changing."
"But what if they don't? Harry, what if he can't understand that your mother was muggleborn, that your friends aren't pureblood, that you are accepting of all magical beings and creatures?"
"He already has." Harry told her.
"And you? Can you accept the way he has treated you in that past, the way he has treated your friends?"
Fawkes squawked again and Harry sighed.
"I can't accept it. All I can do is try to understand. Malfoy hated muggleborns like he was trained to but he never murdered any. You heard him say it under Veritaserum. And he's different now. He never uses the M word, he's civil with Hermione and he annulled his betrothal to a pureblood witch to be with me."
McGonagall gasped. "He did?"
Harry nodded.
The headmistress smiled. "That is…quite remarkable."
Harry leant back. Relaxing a little.
"I've done a lot of thinking. It was when Malfoy and I were fighting in Malfoy Manor, for the wands, and I took his. That was when I gained ownership of the Elderwand."
McGonagall continued smiling. "Was it?"
"Yeah, don't you find that ridiculous? All that planning and the history of our world ended up hinged on a corner tussle where we didn't even use magic."
"I'm glad Malfoy let you win then."
"You think he let me win?" Harry asked.
McGonagall shrugged. "We can hope."
"So the training sessions…"
"Yes, yes, I approve it, do whatever you need to do to make them behave."
"I won't let you down."
"Draco should be back before dinner tonight. Here, take this."
McGonagall handed Harry a scroll of parchment.
"It's a map to Ashcliffe…in case he's late returning."
"Thank you."
"You're very welcome Harry."
Harry had found Hermione giggling with Genevieve Nightingale in the courtyard. She agreed to finish the schedules of the Quidditch training if Harry sat with them and told them how his night with Malfoy went.
He supposed he had no choice.
"He came to Grimmauld, we ate then we came back to Hogwarts."
"And that was it?" Hermione asked, not looking up from the pages of training plans.
"I tried to break it off actually. I didn't think Draco was taking the relationship seriously."
"And?" Nightingale and Hermione asked simultaneously.
"And he proved me wrong. He followed me back to my room and…kissed me."
Nightingale squealed.
"You slept together?" Hermione asked, scribbling along the margins in her lap.
"No…no, neither of us knows how."
The scribbling stopped.
Harry looked at the two witches. Each of them sat with open mouths, wide eyes and red cheeks. Unblinkingly staring at Harry.
Harry felt heat rising in his face too.
Hermione cleared her throat.
"You know there are books…"
"Don't make him go look that up in a library!" Nightingale snapped. Her blue eyes snapped to Harry's face. "Do you mind if I talk to you about this? I know it's very personal."
"I guess. I am the one who brought it up." Harry shrugged.
Nightingale moved along the bench a bit and crossed her legs.
"You'll need a lubrication. There's a Wizarding…shop of sorts off Diagon Alley…very discrete, you can have them deliver things to you by owl."
Harry thought of Fawkes and cringed. There was nothing discrete about that Phoenix.
"Lubrication? What for? Isn't that for cauldrons? Do we need to make a potion?"
Nightingale turned so red she was almost purple.
"My gosh, you really don't know anything."
Hermione pursed her lips and rolled her eyes.
"Harry do you know how babies are made?"
Harry nodded. Sirius had told him.
"Well when two wizards are together it's like that, only instead of the woman's part one of the men puts his…you know…in the other's…you know?" Hermione explained, using elaborate gestures.
"Hermione! That's a completely unromantic way to put it!" Nightingale snapped.
Harry stopped laughing. He had thought she was joking.
"So that's why I need the lubrication?" He squeaked.
Nightingale nodded. "That part's very tight. You need to um, prepare it."
Harry cleared his throat "Okay so how do we know which one gets to be the woman?"
Harry's head rung loudly as both witches smacked him with force.
"That's like asking which chopstick gets to be the fork!" Nightingale snapped.
"I'm glad Malfoy wasn't around to hear you saying something so utterly insensitive!" Hermione reprimanded.
Harry rubbed his head. "I didn't mean it like that!" He tried to defend himself.
"You'll find out eventually. Either you'll want to be on top and have Draco under you or you'll want to be bottom and, well, that's self-explanatory or each of you will want to take it in turns…" Hermione explained.
"As for the preparing, you use these." Nightingale said, wiggling her fingers. She held up one, then two, then three. "See?" She asked.
Harry almost choked. He eyed the witches suspiciously. "How on earth do you know all this?"
Inside the pocket of his robes Fawkes awakened and stuck his head out, looking almost as suspicious as Harry.
The two witches burst into giggles, rolling back so much they threatened to fall onto the ground.
"So where is this shop?" Harry asked them.
Nightingale sat back up; Hermione clung to her for support as she too rose.
"A little off Diagon Alley, down Absent Alley, that one past Gringotts? Shop 8 I think. It's called Mrs. Guthogg's Toy Emporium for Grown-Up Witches and Wizards. "
Harry blanched.
"Or you could go to a muggle chemist, or just buy it from one of Mungo's stores in Hogsmeade. They sell barrier charms and numbing lubrication, basically all the boring stuff. Not that safety is boring but trust me Guthogg knows what she's doing. I will send you a flyer and if you don't like it then I'll accept defeat." Nightingale smiled.
Harry reminded himself that she was the youngest Transfiguration Master in Britain, a difficult feat. A very bright witch, he wasn't about to insult her or question her integrity.
"Great, a flyer would be great." He stood up. "I have to go to the dungeons. Draco's meant to be back before dinner so…."
"Have fun!" The witches called as Harry fled from them.
Harry sat at Draco's desk eating the food he had stolen from the kitchens and snooping through everything he could lay his hands on. He had, so far, discovered three hidden compartments and drawers. Narrowly missing several curses he got his hands on a book bound in Moke skin. A quick Engorgio charm stopped it from shrinking. He tried desperately to open it, even stroking its spine. Eventually its corners began to burn and so Harry put it back away morosely.
Slughorn walked in and almost fainted.
"Hello!" Harry called to him through a mouthful of baked potato.
"N-n-nev-v-ver mind m-m-me Harry, I w-was just leaving!"
"Professor, you're trembling. Is something the matter?"
Slughorn turned to leave. Harry stood.
"No, wait! I'll go this is your office. I shouldn't have come in here!"
Harry collected the assortment of dishes, sticking the last of the potato in his mouth. Passing the trembling potions professor Harry swallowed his mouthful and looked at him.
"What time is it?" He asked.
Slughorn slid down the wall a fraction. "T-t-ten…"
"Ten PM?" Harry asked, startled.
"N-no, ten to midnight."
The food dropped from Harry's arms. Slughorn squealed as gravy splattered the bottom of his robes.
"I'm so sorry professor. May I use your fireplace?"
Slughorn nodded.
Harry almost stuck his foot into the flames before he put the floo powder in. As he was grabbing for it he glanced back at the wheezing potions master.
"Slughorn, I think you need to see a healer."
"S-seeing one my dear boy."
"Okay…good...Ashcliffe mines!"
The fire took him nowhere.
That was right; McGonagall gave him a map, probably because he had to fly there. Still standing in the flames he pulled it out of his pocket, waking the baby Fawkes who scrambled out from under the seeds and bread Harry tried feeding him. Harry unfolded the parchment.
Instead of a map or directions there was a detailed picture of an abandoned mine in a forest, underneath the word 'Norway' had been written.
"Norway? How am I meant to fly there?" Harry asked aloud after he stepped from the flames.
"Y-young man, have you never apparated before?"
Harry thanked Slughorn. He wouldn't have thought of that on his own. Not when he was so panicked about Draco.
"Do you think I should contact the Aurors?" Harry asked.
"W-w-whatever f-for?"
"Draco might have been attacked again…never mind I'll go myself. I'll send my patronus if there's anything the matter."
Harry pushed out of the office and sprinted, he didn't stop for breath, leaving the castle and stretching for the edge of the grounds. He didn't care that his lungs couldn't keep up he wished his legs would go faster. His robes whipped back; Harry reached into his pocket to protect Fawkes.
"Hold on." He told the bird. As soon as his foot hit the ground outside the gate Harry concentrated on the picture on the parchment and Norway and Ashcliffe mines and Draco, he twisted.
"Draco!" Harry screamed into the early morning and the dense forest surrounding him. He checked Fawkes was all right and put him back into his pocket. He placed a heating charm on it as well because the weather was freezing. He instantly began running again, down the slope, looking to see where the trees cleared and opened onto the rotting wood scaffolding shown in the picture.
"Draco!" He screamed again.
"Harry?" The reply came from a distance. Harry changed his direction and practically flew across the uneven ground until; finally, he could see the mines and Draco emerging from them.
As soon as they were in arms reach of one another Harry flung himself around Draco, holding him as tightly as possible.
"Harry what on earth is this about?" Draco's grumble came from somewhere against Harry's chest.
"McGonagall said you'd be back by eight. Is everything okay?"
"Yes. I don't know why she said that. I made a discovery here and I decided to stay. I think I almost understand where those potions came from…would you stop kissing me for one moment?"
Harry paused from pecking kisses along Draco's neck and jaw. "No."
"Harry this is ridiculous! I'm sorry that you thought I would be back earlier but it's only been four hours."
Harry grasped Draco's face in his hands and looked him dead in the eye.
"You were attacked, remember? Outside the school…they almost killed you, what was I meant to think? That this time would be different? That you would be safe?"
Draco's eyes widened. Harry found a niche along his collarbone left by the Sectumsempra curse and placed his lips against it. Squeezing his eyes shut and trying to forget seeing Draco lying on the floor of the teacher's lounge, bleeding.
He felt arms encircle his shoulders tightly.
"I don't deserve this." Draco's voice came out week. Harry straightened. Draco's face reflected regret in the pale morning light.
"What?" Harry asked, not wanting to believe it.
"You should never have taken me to Mungo's, Harry. That wasn't your choice to make. You should have let Dolohov kill me in the battle, or left me for the fiend fire."
"Draco, stop, you don't mean it."
"How can you say that to me after how I...what I've done? Fuck, Harry, I let Death Eaters into the school. I was actually eager to serve that sick, evil bastard. He was in your head, like they said, wasn't he? You saw what he did to muggles, well so did I…"
"You never killed anyone, Draco."
"Not with my wand but Dumbledore died because of me…"
"Dumbledore chose to die."
"HE CHOSE TO DIE TO SAVE ME!"
Draco tried to pull away but Harry wouldn't let go.
"No! Draco, listen to me! It doesn't matter why. It was his choice. You have to stop thinking this way! You were just a kid! Of course you were eager to serve Voldemort, it's what you were taught, by your father."
"I was sixteen Harry. When you were sixteen you were beginning to hunt the horcruxes to save our world and I was letting a rabid werewolf into a school full of children."
"You had no choice."
"I did, I could have chosen to die."
"Don't talk like this."
"I'm not saying I want to die now! What good would that do? It won't get my parents out of Azkaban. But I can wish I died in the war."
"Yeah? So you never would have made the mistake of getting together with me?" Harry asked, frowning.
"So you wouldn't have made the mistake of getting together with me. So you wouldn't start caring for a disgraced death eater with a target on his head."
Harry shook his head but Draco continued.
"No, you're right. Who am I kidding? I can study and master potions but I'll always be a death eater, people will always want to kill me for that. It's only a matter of time before I'm finally dead."
"And if I won't let that happen? I forgave you Draco, forgive yourself!"
"And the rest of the world?"
"Since when do they matter?"
Draco finally looked Harry in the eye.
"You shouldn't love me Harry. Do you have any idea how I've felt about you, all these years, since I first saw you? I hated you so much because…because you fascinated me. I knew I thought about you too much, even guessed that I loved you, but what did it matter? You're the boy who lived; I knew you were meant to die. It was only in the war that I realized I didn't want you to and I was so happy it was Voldemort and not you. But then, it wasn't like you were going to ever love me back. Then you said you did and…"
"What Draco? Is that when you decided you didn't want me after all?"
"And that was when I thought…I think that was the first time I ever felt...good."
Harry choked on his words. What Draco said was corny but Harry would never say so. Besides his heart began beating so hard and fast, it wanted to escape.
"I don't know when I fell in love with you. I mean I obsessed over you since second year. Never could let you walk past me in the hallways without getting your attention." Harry admitted, feeling like his mind had fallen out some time ago.
"I used to think about kissing you." Draco replied. "All the time, and then I saw you shirtless in the Triwizard Tournament and I began thinking about…anyway I told myself it was a phase but then we got in a fight one time and Crabbe said we were staring at each other so long he thought we were going to kiss."
"And?" Harry asked.
"Well I panicked and put him in a body binder curse."
"Is it anything like you'd imagine it would be?" Harry asked, leaning against Draco.
"What?"
"Kissing me."
"It's better."
Harry let no more be said. He pushed against Draco's lips until he felt his tongue against his own.
Draco had clutched the robes either side his hips and brought their bodies together. Harry felt him becoming hard.
"You know I said I'd break your heart?" Draco asked, managing to pull Harry back by threading his fingers into his hair. "I won't, I can't. I don't know why I let myself do this, but there's no going back for me now…"
"So no grand Slytherin plan?"
"My plan is that my parents will be satisfied disinheriting me and won't join those planning to kill me." Draco retorted with half a smile.
"Why'd you choose now?"
"Isn't that obvious? I had nothing else to live for; I'm going to die anyway. This way I get you and plenty of amusement seeing the world lose it when we come out."
"You'll stay with me then?"
Draco pulled Harry's head back forward and they reconnected.
"It's freezing." Harry breathed as Draco began pushing back his robes.
"Fair enough."
They twisted. The feel of restricting bands encircled Harry and the familiar sensation of his eyeballs pushing back into his scull began. When it stopped the night had returned and they were back in front of Hogwarts.
"I'm taking you inside, to my quarters, and my bed, right now."
"Are you asking my permission?" Harry almost laughed.
"Not on your life."
Again Harry ran across Hogwarts grounds, being pulled this time by Draco who had the presence of mind to cast lumos. Harry didn't pay enough attention to see how they got to the dungeons or the password Draco uttered before he was shoved inside a bedroom.
"Wait! Fawkes is in my robes." Harry shouted before Draco vanished his clothes away."
Draco blinked dumbfounded for quite a while. Eventually Fawkes chirped.
"Do you have somewhere to put him?"
"Not really, he doesn't live in a cage anymore. I'll just…" Harry took off his robes and peered in the pocket, finding the pink little thing curling up. Gently he put the robes outside the bedroom, on the floor of the next room inside Draco's quarters. A fireplace of embers blazed softly. When he stood back the crumpled robes looked like a black nest protecting the sleeping lump in the center.
Harry returned to Draco who watched intently.
With unsteady hands Harry got through his robes and the clothes underneath, prying away the pinstriped shirt and hooking his fingers under the matching trousers. He nudged Draco forward to have easier access to the zipper, which he slid down without hesitation. Harry began pulling his own shirt off but Draco stopped him. He dragged it over the back of Harry's shoulders and began working on the buttons of the next flannel shirt underneath.
"How many layers do you insist on wearing?" He growled as he came to the tucked in singlet. "This is why I prefer vanishing."
"Which is how I lost my jumper and why I've got to wear these layers."
Harry almost lost his glasses as the singlet ripped over his head and fell to the ground. An old belt held up Harry's jeans that were two sizes too big. Without patience Draco struggled with it, swearing until he figured it out triumphantly.
Harry didn't bother suppressing a groan when the weight of his clothes falling down slid over the bulge forming inside his boxers. Draco saw it and slid one of his hands between Harry's thighs dragging it up to cup his erection.
"Do you really love me?" Draco whispered in Harry's ear whilst Harry battled to breathe.
"Becoming insecure?" Harry asked. Draco squeezed gently.
"I love you!" Harry breathed. Draco snickered. Harry pushed forward against Draco's hand and grabbed onto his arse. Squeezing it with his fingers he began pulling their bodies closer together, reaching further behind Draco.
"That wasn't funny." He growled menacingly.
"So? You wont do anything about it, you love me."
"I know how to do it." Harry blurted out, squeezing his hands.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I know how we have sex now. You're not going to believe it.."
"I demand you tell me!"
"I could show you…if you trust me."
Draco hesitated for a long while. "Okay."
Harry found himself caught off guard. "Um, I should tell you…we're going to need lubrication, an oil or something."
"Do we have to make a potion?"
Harry laughed, and then stopped abruptly. "Honestly? No. It's for here." He moved his hands so that his fingers brushed against the crevice of Draco's arse. He inched them inward, further. Draco jumped but didn't pull away completely.
"You're joking?"
Harry shook his head. He saw goose bumps prick up along Draco's skin as the blond wizard drew in a long deep breath.
"Makes sense. Okay I think I know what we can use."
Draco didn't move. After a pause Harry took his hands away. Draco dropped to one knee and grabbed his wand. Shakily he cast an Accio bringing a jar of clear oil to his hands.
"Dittany oil." He explained. "It's milder than the essence, more soothing and conditioning than restorative. Do you think it will…?"
"Sounds perfect."
"Okay good, here."
He passed the bottle to Harry who felt like he would faint.
It felt like being given an incredible gift.
Draco stood.
"Don't look so shocked. I already knew what we were getting into…well I guessed from what I've heard before. It's not that much of a surprise."
Harry took the oil.
"Now?" He asked, still not completely sure if they were going to do it.
He felt Draco's tongue enter his mouth as an answer. His teeth dragged against his bottom lip.
Shakily Harry unscrewed the lid of the jar and poured the oil onto his fingers, rubbing them together. He placed his mouth against Draco's neck, suddenly uncertain how to proceed. Draco took his hands and placed them back on his arse.
"I'm not scared, are you?"
Harry brought his head up and shook it. Draco gave a nervous laugh.
"Don't lie, you're terrified."
"So are you." Harry accused, trying to manage a smile.
"Are you going to do it then or n...oh."
Harry inserted his index finger and Draco's head fell onto his shoulders. The oil had helped it slide in but once it had he felt Draco tighten.
"Relax." Harry told him. Draco did. Harry kissed him for comfort, moving his finger in and out. Draco's mouth opened when Harry added his middle finger. He closed his moth back over Draco's, tangling their tongues. Draco moaned and eventually kissed back, frantically until harry added the third finger.
"Fuck…Harry!"
"Where did you learn muggle cursing?"
"Not…muggle…uh."
"I can stop?"
"No!"
Harry pushed his fingers further in, making Draco moan again. His heart thumped sporadically. Harry took them out and covered them with more oil, he did it all again.
"Harry, just do it…just do it now."
Harry shook his head. Lay down. Draco sat on the bed. Harry shook his head. A look flitted across Draco's face, which could only be described as terror. Harry almost dropped the bottle at the sight of it.
"Never mind we don't have to…another time…"
Draco went to turn over anyway.
"No, wait, stop."
Harry grabbed Draco's shoulder.
"I-I'm not scared…"
"Don't roll over, we can do it this way."
"Okay." Draco breathed, not hiding his relief.
Gently as he could, Harry pushed at Draco's long, pale legs. Draco closed his eyes momentarily. When he opened them again Harry lost all his breath. Thoughts stopped formulating in his mind. Working purely on instinct he poured half the bottle of Dittany oil onto his right hand and rubbed it into Draco's exposed behind, pushing it inside the opening. Again, he stretched it with his fingers, one at a time. Finally he rubbed the Dittany along his own member and pushed the tip up against it.
"Harry…" Draco moaned and still without thinking Harry pushed forward and inward.
When Harry could form some sort of comprehension again he was still inside Draco, moving his hips backward and forward. He had leant forward, resting on Draco's elevated thighs. He held the blonde's hands tightly in his own and with startling realization found they were looking into each other's eyes.
Without breaking his movements Harry fought one of his hands from Draco's grip and brought it to his sweaty brow, pushing back strands of damp, blonde hair.
Draco made a noise that sounded too much like he was in pain. Harry made to pull out. Draco used their entwined hands to pull him back in. He shook his head.
"Draco, am I hurting you?"
"No." Draco's reply came clear. His back arched suddenly and he made the noise again. Harry tried to pull away.
"I love you." Draco moaned.
Harry thrust back inward. Draco swore loudly.
"I love you too."
Harry thrust again, it felt too incredible to stop and Draco wouldn't let him stop.
He heard Draco's breath uneven and sharp. He straightened, his thrusting becoming stronger, Draco's leg brushed his cheek so Harry turned his head and kissed it. The least he could do.
The sensation built inside him. In a rush his thoughts returned and in a moment of sudden clarity he became completely aware of where he was and who he was with.
"Draco." The name fell from his mouth as a gasp before immense pleasure washed through him and his head dropped forward involuntarily. He rode it out, holding tightly onto Draco's legs.
Shakily he pulled back out, unable to catch his breath. With his head still bowed he could see Draco was still hard. Fighting exhaustion Harry dropped onto his hands; supporting himself on one trembling limb he circled the other around the shaft of Draco's cock and placed his mouth over the head.
Draco called out loud enough to wake all of Hogwarts. Mere seconds passed and he was done. Harry didn't care. He barely managed to squirm up next to Draco before he fell on his back. He doubted he would remember anyway. Panting he turned his head toward as much as he could to face the silver eyes that stared back, dilated. Draco managed a half smile through his own panting.
"There is no way I would have ever concocted a plan that resulted in my letting you do that."
"How was it?"
"Alright…" Draco shrugged.
Harry tried to sit up, panicking. For the experience he had, it had been more than all right; the term mind-blowing seemed most appropriate.
"I'm kidding, Harry…I don't even know why you'd ask me. It was…wow."
Harry dropped back down, laughing with relief. He grabbed onto Draco's hand and locked their fingers together. He heard Draco laugh as well. Their shoulders touched. Harry half rolled over and managed to wrap Draco in an embrace. Their foreheads rested against each other. At the same time they shut their eyes.