You Jump, I jump
Written by StrawberryGirl87
Hogwarts no longer feels like home, it is time to move on but Harry has nowhere else to go. Standing on the precipice of uncertainty he finds a helping hand from the most unlikely of people. Someone who is willing to stand by his side when things seem bleak.
Chapter Seventeen
"I'm going to go back to the Burrow, see if I can fix things with Ron" Hermione announced as the four of them reached the atrium of the Ministry of Magic, all of them ready to leave, "Harry can I have a quick word before I go?" She asked and Harry nodded, realising that he hadn't had a chance to answer her question before. Hermione dragged him off to one side, away from Narcissa and Draco who watched after them curiously.
"What's the matter Mione?" Harry asked with worry at the expression on her face. She really did look overly concerned.
"What did the chief warlock want, when he called you over after the verdict was given, you didn't look very happy while he was speaking to you, I'm curious as to what was said?" She asked and Harry sighed with a resigned exhaustion. He couldn't ever have escaped her keen eyes and inquisitive mind.
"He said that I would have to be working for the Ministry by this time next month or he was going to find a reason to put them both back in Azkaban," Harry said to her.
"Do you want to work for them?" She asked, looking at her best friend imploringly but feeling as if she already knew the answer.
"No but that doesn't matter, Draco is a free man. I would have done anything to make that happen," Harry told her honestly.
"Are you going to tell him what you had to agree to?" She asked and Harry shrugged his shoulders, not knowing if he would divulge this information but supposing that he would have to eventually. It wasn't like he would be able to start working as an Auror for the Ministry and not tell the man who he was madly in love with what he was doing.
"I will eventually but not right now, I just want to be happy with him for a while, I think we deserve that. Thank you for coming today, you have no idea how much it meant to me and I really hope Ron comes round." Harry said to her and she nodded glumly.
"I'm sure we'll be fine, just please take care of yourself and don't let him hurt you," She replied, drawing him into a long hug. If Draco hadn't known that they were only friends and that Harry was gay then he might have felt a little jealous at the lingering embrace that they shared.
"I hope you realise what you're doing, getting involved with him," Narcissa said to her son, looking at him with disapproval and distaste. It didn't seem to matter that she had saved his life in the forbidden forest on the night of the great battle or that Harry had just spared them both from going back to Azkaban. Harry still wasn't good enough for her son but then no one ever would be.
"I know what I'm doing mum, I love him, I can't change that" Draco said, watching Harry with affection as Hermione released him from their embrace, looking at him with fondness, smiling at him.
"Just do me one favour my sweet little Dragon," Narcissa said as Hermione apperated away and Harry started heading back in their direction. "No children, at least not until you're married."
Draco turned to look at his mother with a mix of horror, bewilderment and shock at what she'd just said. "Excuse me?" He asked her looking at her in disbelief, "What did you just say?"
"You heard me Draco," Narcissa said as Harry returned to them, placing his hand firmly within Draco's, linking their fingers together.
"Everything okay?" Harry asked eyeing the two Malfoy's sceptically, realising that he had just interrupted something but not entirely sure what.
"Everything is perfect young man," Narcissa said rather briskly to Harry. "I suppose I should say thank you for testifying in our defence. It was gracious of you to do what you did today. I am in your debt for sparing us a life sentence in Azkaban."
"You owe me nothing," Harry said kindly to her, ignoring her rather casual tone that seemed to dismiss him. "You saved my life, whatever your motives it doesn't change the facts. That was the least I could do in return for everything you've done for me," Harry said and Narcissa bristled at this.
"Yes, well, I suppose I had better be going." She said sharply, turning back to her son, "Remember what I said Draco," She said giving him a pointed look before disapperating.
"What was all that about?" Harry asked feeling a little confused.
"I could ask you the same," Draco returned giving Harry a meaningful look and Harry just sighed. He didn't want to explain right now, he just wanted to enjoy being with Draco again.
"I'll explain it to you later, I don't want to think about it right now, it'll only ruin things between us. I want us to have that one night that was stolen from us yesterday evening, I want to forget that you were taken away from me for a night, can we do that?" Harry asked hopefully.
Draco smiled at him, "Of course we can," Draco said taking Harry into his arms and holding him. Something had shifted between them, the tenderness and the affection had developed into so much more since they had admitted their feelings for one another but the solitude they'd enjoyed without interference was long gone. As they held each other in the heart of the main entrance of the Ministry of Magic there was no doubt to anyone who witnessed their adoring embrace that the two teenagers were so much more than just friends.
Draco just didn't know yet how far away their perfect solitude that they had enjoyed together was drifting. That in a month Harry would be forced into working at the Ministry, something he had never wanted to do. Harry didn't have to tell him yet, they were going to have their perfect evening. He could tell him in the morning and they would deal with it then.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry in a fiercely protective embrace and apperated them back to the bedroom they had shared the night before last. It hadn't changed, the fire still roared in the hearth, the sea still crashed against the rocks below them and the bed stood as the centre piece in the room, beckoning them into the seductively soft sheets.
Harry couldn't have been more nervous, his heart hammering against his chest so aggressively and his breath coming in short ragged gasps. Draco looked down at him, reaching his hand up to gently caress the golden boy's raven hair. He leant down to capture his lips in a beautifully tender kiss.
"I'm scared," Harry admitted quietly as Draco began to trail kisses down his neck, sucking and nibbling gently at the olive skin as he slowly and seductively undid each one of the buttons on Harry's robes. There were so many of them that there was a purpling mark at the nape of the Gryffindor's neck by the time he was finished.
Draco pushed the fabric aside exposing the scared and tainted torso of Harry Potter, his hands spread as they felt their way up across his abdomen and towards his shoulders, mesmerizing every curve, every scar and every blemish. Harry's breath caught as the blondes hands ghosted over erect nipples that stood stiff and pink, begging for attention.
"You don't have to be scared," Draco whispered soothingly, "If you're not ready…" He began to say but Harry stopped him with a desperate kiss as he shrugged his robes off his shoulders letting the thick, heavy material pool on the ground. This left him naked from the waist up, Draco's hands running up and down his back, grasping at him, pulling him closer.
Frantically, desperate to rid themselves of the barriers between their bodies, Harry tugged at the buttons of Draco's shirt, a few of them coming loose from the thread that bound them in place and they fell to the floor at the rough, desperate tugs, scattering like the Gryffindor's inhibitions. Being with the Slytherin gave him a confidence that he couldn't explain, his fear no longer seemed to matter.
Pushing the thin material over pale slender shoulders it fell to the floor, forgotten. They kicked off their shoes and socks, their lips never breaking contact, tongues colliding with feverish desperation as they moved blindly towards the bed. Draco fell backwards landing on the soft mattress, Harry atop of him.
Automatically Draco parted his legs and allowed Harry to settle between them, the thin material of their dress trousers doing little to conceal their raging hard-ons as they ground together, hip bones bumping together in their frantic need for contact.
Slowly Harry worked his way down Draco's chest with his lips, savouring every imperfection and flaw that he found, marvelling in its marble like qualities. He paid close attention to each light pink nipple, sucking gently on each, his teeth grazing against the sensitive tip causing the blonde to writhe and arch his hips beneath him in pleasure.
Teasing licks and soft kisses trailed down Draco's abdomen which was a solid slab of muscle, Harry made quick work of the black dress trousers, unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper at an agonisingly slow pace causing Draco to groan with the need to feel his lover. Harry shuffled the thin material down over pale, slender thighs, Draco raising his hips to aid their progress, his underwear going in the same haul.
"Fuck," Draco moaned as Harry's tongue flickered over the tip of Draco's cock, Harry couldn't help but grin in triumph at his lovers reaction as he ran his tongue the length of his long, thick shaft. Harry had every intention of worshiping Draco this evening and he wasn't going to stop until he had him begging. Harry's heart was still beating wildly in his chest as he supressed his undeniable fear, praying to Merlin that he was doing this right, not wanting to disappoint him. It was his biggest fear being that Draco wouldn't want him when he found out how bad he was in the bedroom. After all the blonde had more experience than he did. Harry had never done anything remotely like this before.
Finally taking Draco into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip as he began to suck, slowly and steadily taking him to the hilt, fighting back his gag reflex as the hard cock hit the back of his throat. The blonde was moaning furiously as Harry began to stroke the puckered entrance with his fingers, probing gently so as not to hurt him.
Draco tried frantically not to buck upwards, fearful of choking his lover who the blonde had discovered had a natural talent for delivering pleasure with his tongue. The Slytherin could hardly contain himself, his hands clawing at the sheets and entangling themselves in Harry's hair as he lost himself in his lover.
Harry tasted his lovers salty pre-cum on his tongue and stopped his assault, allowing Draco's magnificent cock to plop out of his mouth with an unattractive wet sound, he didn't want his Draco to come just yet. Harry wanted them to reach their climax together, while he was inside of his man. Draco had little time to feel disappointed before he felt a second finger join the first at the tight ring of muscle. Harry marvelled at how hot Draco felt and how tight he was.
"Harry," Draco gasped as the Gryffindor found that sweet spot inside him, grazing against it and making the blonde cry out with agonising desire. "I need you," The Slytherin managed to say through struggled breaths as a third finger was added without the aid of lubrication other than Harry's own saliva.
It may have been Harry's first time but he was not stupid, he knew better than to try to enter Draco without preparation. "I'm here," Harry said as he kissed his way back up his lovers chest, "Lube?" He asked, not wanting to hurt him but desperate now to be inside of him. In that moment if he had the choice between being inside of his lover and seeing the dawn the following day then he would use his last night on earth to take pleasure in Draco's body, worshipping him and then happily slipped away to whatever came next.
Leaning over to the bedside table, Harry expected him to grab his wand but there was a small jar in the drawer filled with what looked like blue spunk but smelt sweetly of artificial blueberries. Taking some in his hand Draco reached down between them, grasping Harry's cock firmly and coating it with the delicious smelling substance. Harry was too lost in the sensation of his lover stroking him to really think about why he had had lube so close at hand or to consider the fact that it wasn't a new container of the stuff. He had to beg for Draco to stop, not wanting to orgasm without being buried deeply inside of the blonde.
"I want to feel you Harry," Draco pleaded, their erections rubbing together briefly as Harry positioned himself, ready to enter. Draco lifted his hips to allow the Gryffindor better access, he took hold of him and began to push himself inside. Harry only pausing only when he saw pain register on the blondes face, continuing only when Draco urged him to keep going. The raven haired young man did not stop until he was buried to the hilt in the delicious tight heat of his Slytherin.
"Fuck me, please … Merlin … if you don't move soon …" Draco gasped in frustration. Harry bit his lip as he slowly began to move inside of his lover, slow at first, not wanting to hurt him. He kept himself poised over the slight teen beneath him, his arms trembling with the effort of it. Draco wrapping his legs around Harry's waist, his heels at the Gryffindor's back, urging him deeper. As Harry felt his climax building in the tightness of his balls he sped up his thrusts, they became faster, harder and deeper.
Reaching down between them Harry matched the thrusts with stroking Draco's hard shaft, wanting them to reach their completion together. Draco however came first, his seed spilling over their stomachs in thick, hot bursts, his muscle tightening around Harry, still buried deep inside him. As Draco contracted around him he lost control, emptying himself inside of Draco.
Harry slumped, breathless and sweaty on the bed beside his spent lover. When he went to remove himself Draco stopped him, shaking his head. "I want to fall asleep with you inside me," He muttered breathlessly. The suggestion and the deep lusty tone the blonde had used so erotic that Harry couldn't argue with him.
They shifted their positions a little so that Harry was spooning his lover, cock still buried within the tight crevice as it started to soften. Neither could have been happier than they were in that moment. They lay in silence listening to the fire crackle merrily in the hearth and the ocean crash against the rocks until sleep claimed them.