A/N: Ohh, wow, I'm sorry for the dreadfully long word count. I got a bit carried away... I'm not sure how long my next chapter is going to be. Right now it's about 6,000 words and it's not nearly done. Also, I appreciated all critique, good and bad. I agree that my last chapter was a bit out of character for some people and illogical. It was rushed and was the worst so far. But I hope that some of the -grins- ...fun in this chapter will cheer you up and let you forgive me. Tell me what you think of this chapter. I worked hard on it. Also, I've posted two super-short oneshots (Dean/Seamus and Draco/Blaise) and maybe you could give me some nice critique? -puppypout- Also, I'm working on two connected fanfics that are taking a lot of my time. So, I'll try to get the next chapter out soon, but no promises. I'm back from Europe, but now I have to travel across the US (with no computer access). Without further ado...
Draco's POV
Ever since Harry had come back, every trivial task seemed impossible to me. My previously carefree dreams darkened, and in them, Harry was no longer kind-faced. I would reach out to him, and he would turn away in disgust. Sometimes my father invaded my subconscious as well, and his devilish laughter would rattle around in my head. The pain of the Crucio was almost as terrible in my dreams, and sometimes I woke up, my screams muffled in my of all was when Harry would come. He came shrouded in light like something sent from heaven, and I screamed for him to save me from my father. I writhed and cried pitifully, eyes rolling in the back of their sockets. But Harry stood beside my father and merely laughed mockingly at my pain. My pride was irreparably bruised, and every chuckle that came out of Harry's mouth sent me further into madness. Soon, no matter how tired I was, I struggled against sleep, sometimes managing to go a day or two without any rest whatsoever, feigning it when others walked by. Eventually, I'd blink my eyes and find myself plagued with nightmares again.
Every class I had with him was a struggle. Every time I saw Harry, I couldn't help but stiffen. My focus was never on anyone else, and it was almost impossible to endure every and Blaise usually sat by me. It was kind of them to be concerned, but their pitying expressions only bothered me. I knew they caught how my eyes would stray away from the professor and to Harry. If our eyes ever met, his were always filled with revulsion and loathing. I quietly willed him to remember. With each passing day, I lost interest in life, and sulked around in a sort of sleepwalking state.
Granger came up to me one day with a sad smile on her face. I was in no mood for a pitying speech on how "poor" and "delicate" I was, and was about to tell her to please go away, when she spoke.
"Everyone believes you."
"I'd gathered that much." My eyes focused down on the floor, and I refused to meet her gaze.
"You've really managed to prove yourself this last while." I shrugged, and she continued. "If Harry had come a week or two earlier, I'm not sure if everyone would be so trusting of you." What was I supposed to say to that? Good for me? "And Harry's just being a bas-" She paused, and my eyes widened in shock. Granger never swore. "A prat."
"It's not his fault," I mumbled. "He can't remember. Why do you think I'm not out there yelling at him and telling him to stop being so thick-headed?" A tired half-smile crossed my face. "Potter never realises what's best for him."
"If I could stand up for you and manage to keep a civil conversation with him, I'd try to talk to him. He's just stubborn. He doesn't want to believe that it's possible. I've tried talking to him, I really have. And it's been fine, but I want to bring up you, and every time I do, he just walks away. Ron tells me to drop it, but I don't think Harry wants to talk to me, anyway. He says that we're on your side."
"I got that much. Who blames him? I don't think I'd particularly like it if I met my old self. I was a self-righteous bastard."
"But you've changed."
"I guess."
"You have, and he just won't realise it! Even Ron trusts you over Harry, and that's saying something." She sighed angrily and her hands jabbed the air in violent gesticulations.
"Weasley doesn't trust me fully, I don't think, but he knows better than to try to disagree with you again. I'm not sure any of the Weasleys fully believe me, actually. A lifetime of rivalry really can do damage. And you can't force Harry to realise anything. If he doesn't want to believe me, he'll just have to remember. I'm willing to wait." My throat closed up, and I focused my mind on scraping at my nail.
"You really have changed, Malfoy. Everyone can see it. Even Harry can. I'm sure of it. He'll doubt his decision sooner or later."
"He's just as stubborn as I am. I think I'll have better luck waiting" I was tired talking about this, and although I felt like a git asking her to leave, I really wanted nothing more than to be left alone.
I got up later and later, no longer caring if I came to class with wrinkled robes and dishevelled hair. My face looked grey in a mirror, and certainly would have looked much more skeletal if Granger and Thomas didn't insist on shoving food down my throat. Harry, on the other hand, took habit to waking up as early as possible in order to avoid everyone. So, I was nothing but surprised when I saw him standing in his boxers one morning just as I finished putting my robes on. He looked glorious with his lips parted just slightly and his eyes gleaming. Of course, while he was in this state, I was in no condition to be around him. I might have gone mad if he refused and rejected me now. Quickly, I turned around, but soon felt a hand grasp me around the wrist. My heart honestly did seem to freeze, and I turned around, terrified and shocked. Like a withering flower going in reverse, a sweet smile blossomed across his face.
"I remember."
I didn't reply, afraid that this would turn out to be some joke. His expression seemed to be sincere. Still, I couldn't help butbelieve that the next words out of his mouth would tell me that he was just kidding. "Draco?" His hand reached out and his fingers dragged lightly across my face. My throat closed, and I still refused to believe.
"Do you really remember?" I screwed my eyes shut, and my hand lay over his.
"Everything." His lips briefly grazed over mine with the most tender touch. My eyes snapped open, and, like a timid girl, a blush settled over my cheeks. When he pulled back, gazing up at me with the trusting eyes I had longed forso long, I broke down into overjoyed giggles. My hand belatedly covered my mouth, and Harry simply raised his eyebrows and gave me a bemused expression. "I don't remember you being quite like this. Last time I checked, you were cocky."
"I'm just – err – excited." I coughed awkwardly and avoided his teasing eyes.
"By the way, Draco, I'm really sorry that I refused to believe you. It was just hard to imagine-"
"I understand. Just don't bring it up again. Ever. I want to just store it away as a bad dream and forget all about it." He nodded a bit overenthusiastically, and out of nowhere, it dawned on me that we were alone in a room together for the first time in ages. Impetuously, I shoved him against a wall, my lips at his neck. He groaned in pleasure and stretched his neck out more. Gods, I missed that distinct taste, as unique as a fingerprint and as lovely as a still-warm cookie. My tongue traced against his skin like a small child would eagerly lap at melting ice cream on a burning summer day, and, in response, he let out the most delicious raw sounds. As my fingers wove into his hair, and my lips branded his neck, shallow pants drifted from his mouth. I traced my way up to those lips, pulling at them until they were swollen and I could taste blood. The moment he began to grind his hips against mine, desperate for friction, I used all self-control I had left to pull away. His arms reached out for me, like a drowning child would try to latch onto something to stay afloat, but I took a step back and smirked at him. Upon realising my intentions, his blissful expression disappeared, and he crossed his arms over his chest.
"You loathsome fiend. I knew this would happen. I just knew you would pull away the moment I tried to bring this a step further. You're a fucking tease!" After a pause, he added, "And quite like the Draco I remember." My smirk widened. A cough was issued from behind us, and we turned to see Weasley standing at the staircase, scarlet and eyes wide.
"I see you two have made up, then." He cleared his throat, and Harry and I burst out laughing. "I'll take that as a yes. Err, I'll just go to breakfast." Even as he edged down the stairs looking at us as if we were going to rip our clothes off at any moment, I noticed just a touch of jealousy in his gaze, and a thought popped up in my head. It would be disastrous if Harry heard about the dare from someone else at the wrong time. Before I had time to think about what I was going to say, I was blurting it out.
"Weasley and I snogged." Harry's eyes widened and Weasley froze.
"You what?" His voice was definitely angry. I had to explain, and quickly.
"It was for a dare," I babbled.
"Hermione's idea, really," Weasley joined in.
"And why would Hermione ever dare you to do that?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"Weasley wasn't rather fond of me."
"Loathed him, actually. Didn't trust him one bit." We were speaking rather quickly, and our babbles complimented each other.
"Granger wanted to prove that she was right and I was trustworthy."
"You know how 'Mione can be sometimes." Harry wasn't looking any less upset.
"So, she dared us to kiss. It was absolutely disgusting."
"And I don't hate him anymore because every time I look at him, I can only think about –" I coughed to interrupt him, and Weasley immediately stopped, blushing. Simultaneously, as if planned, we both gave nervous grins. There was a stressfully long pause, and then, Harry burst out laughing. I immediately relaxed.
"I just didn't want you to hear it from someone else and misunderstand. Like Finnegan," I continued.
"Or Ginny."
"Or Blaise."
"Or Dean." Harry shook his head, still chuckling.
"If I didn't know you better, I would think you two were up to something."
"No, that's Fred and George's job," Weasley muttered.
"Oh, you also missed Weaselette stripping." The idiot blushed, obviously unhappy to have been reminded of that unfortunate event.
"You should be glad you weren't there."
"You were?" Harry asked. When the Weasel only nodded in response, he added, "Rough luck, mate."
He scurried out, but not before adding, "He also snogged Dean." Green eyes stared at me in shock, demanding an explanation once more.
"Another dare?"
"Love potion."
"I don't want to know." He shook his head and sighed.
"Hey, gorgeous, I only have eyes for you." I winked, and he immediately cheered up. A sly expression slid across his face, and he beckoned me over. I grinned and obeyed, not knowing what he was going to do, but sure it was going to be wonderful. His lips pressed against my ear, and his tongue briefly darted out to moisten his lips.
"Then prove it." I grinned and pulled him closer, my hips gently swaying against his. He closed his eyes and lost control over his body. As he became limp, I shoved him backwards once more against the wall, using it to support him. My lips only had time to meet his for a second before I pulled away and the rhythmic swing of my hips stopped. I had to say it.
"Harry?"
"Don't stop." He clumsily attempted to kiss me, but I avoided his lips.
"I have to tell you something."
"It can wait for later." He started grinding his hips against mine, and warmth started to build right below my hips. Chocking back a moan that was sure to have only encouraged him, I stepped back.
"It's really important." He ignored me, pouted, and stepped forward to reach for me. I avoided his grasp yet again. "I have to tell you right now. Will you just stop and listen to me, please?" His arms stopped flailing around trying to reach me, and with another, final pout, he stood still.
"Yes?"
"I lo-" I stopped.
"Yes?" His voice was now excited, and I was sure he knew what I wanted to say.
"I lo-" I couldn't seem to get it out.
"Say it, Draco." Harry awaited anxiously, his eyes wide and vulnerable, and his lips pulled back into a heart-warming smile.
"Look, I don't know how to say this, but I've gone mad, Harry. I could never imagine kissing a bloody Gryffindor, and especially not you. You always annoyed me with your 'good will triumph over evil' ideas and your silly hero complex. And since we've kissed and I had to wear those damn Muggle clothes, I've endured more pain and humiliation than should ever be possible. Especially for a Malfoy. My mother's dead, and as for my status – well, it's nonexistent now, isn't it?" His face fell, and he looked like he was about to interrupt. This obviously wasn't what he expected to hear, so I quickly continued. "But... I don't really regret it. Well, maybe, after all, my mother's fucking dead, but I already said that, didn't I?" I couldn't say it. I couldn't. Those three words said too much, and Harry was looking more depressed by the minute. "I know I was a shallow prat before, and I'm sure I was insufferable to you, but now I've changed, and I'm actually glad I have.
"I've actually become accustomed to living with unbearably overemotional Gryffindors like you. And I guess I'm not afraid to admit it now. I've become attached. Slytherins aren't supposed to give a damn about anyone but themselves, but I was frantic and I lost myself while you were in the hospital. I've never really cared about anyone... It's a sign of weakness, imperfection. You can't rely on love, but money and status will always be money and status. They don't change." I ran a hand through my hair and screwed my eyes shut. I had to get it out now. "But I can't help it. You make me...smile." I sneered at the thought, and Harry chuckled slightly. "I love you, Harry. I'm tired of sticking my nose up in the air and turning my back of you, and I'm afraid that something could happen to you." Harry blinked his eyes rapidly, and tears formed in the corner of his eyes. I expected him to take my hand or do something, but he just stood as still as a column and smiled at me. And despite myself, I couldn't help but smile back.
"You and your Slytherin nonsense. That was so uncharacteristically sweet of you." He looked up at me with a puppyish expression, and I couldn't help but laugh. A strangled laugh broke from his throat, too. "I - I love you, too. I can't imagine how I could have forgo- You're gorgeous, and no matter how much of that insufferable prat you pretend to be sometimes, I know there's a sweet part of you that you'll show only to me, and I love it. I - I sound ridiculous." His cheeks turned pink, and he glanced down. I cupped his cheek and met his gaze with my own level one.
"You're ridiculous?" He chuckled, and wiped his eyes.
"At least you didn't start crying."
"That's why I spoke instead for seven minutes straight just to tell you that I love you."
"True enough." He paused for a moment, then asked, "Did you memorise that beforehand?" I shook my head and laughed at the thought.
"Can you see me sitting down to write something like that?" I mimed writing in the air. "'I want to watch every sunset with you.' Oh, no, that sounds too cheesy. Maybe I should replace it with that other sentence!" I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
"Good point." There was a moment, where the only sound was his breathing and the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. He gazed timidly up at me through his eyelashes, and his hand reached out to interlace his fingers with mine. He leaned forward slowly, and with our eyes closed, our lips met. It was the first completely lustless kiss we had shared. There was no attempt to press against each other and no desperate moans. It should have made me feel uncomfortable and vulnerable, but I loved that I felt in that moment that nothing else mattered. No one else existed. Time had no meaning. We had stopped it. It was irrelevant, undefined.
When we finally pulled back, he nuzzled his head into my neck. My hand reached up to gently stroke his hair. For once I didn't try to shove back a tender moment, or poison it with tainted gestures. I just revelled in it. We stood there silently perhaps for a minute or two before we decided to break away.
"You know, that was absolutely amazing. But I've had enough cheese for one day." I raised my eyebrow and grinned. Harry practically pounced at me, pushing me back onto the couch. His tongue invaded my mouth, and he moaned eagerly. With him straddling me, his length rubbing up against mine, it was impossible to focus. I gripped his hips and forcefully attempted to create more friction. Gods, he was fucking wonderful. His hands were freely roaming around my body. His fingers – sweet Merlin – they grabbed at me through my robes, urgently clawing at the fabric. And his lips – fuck – they teased at my skin, his tongue and teeth nipping and massaging my neck and lips. I didn't have a clue what was going on, but when he whispered my name, the r purring off of his tongue, my mind somehow melted and came into focus at the same time.
My hands reached up to his boxers, and I tugged at the cotton fabric, knowing exactly what I wanted. He groaned and his hips bucked, and my eyes darted back and forth, from his torso, to his hips, to the most divine expression on his face. Right before I could pull it down, however, a terrified yelp came from somewhere behind us.
Fuck, we were still in the Gryffindor Common Room, weren't we? I peeked up from behind the couch to find Granger standing at the stairs with her hands over her eyes. "You two are on speaking terms again, then?"
"Seems so," I muttered. Harry and I detached from each from each other. "I think it's safe to look."
"Your tie, it's – well – " I looked down and saw that it had somehow torn. It didn't surprise me, and I grinned.
"So, breakfast, right?" Harry added. I noticed his face was a brilliant shade of red, and Granger's was tinged with pink as well. I was just glad she had caught us at that stage and not someone else. If it had been anyone other than Thomas, Blaise, or Granger, this could have turned into a scandal or spread around as a rumour. In any case, it wouldn't have been the best welcoming present I could I imagined.
"Oh, well, guess. I'll just go ahead. You need to get undressed – I mean, dressed, anyway." She flushed and hurried out muttering something under her breath. The words "undressed" and "really, Hermione" caught my attention, and I chuckled.
"So, where were we?" I leaned forward, but before I could even reach him, he pulled away.
"I should get dressed. I mean, we don't want to be caught again." He didn't move, just stared at me, grinning nervously.
"And your clothes would be?" I prompted.
"Upstairs." He still stayed in place.
"And you are..."
"Going upstairs. Right." I began to follow him, and he turned around with a bewildered expression on his face. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to the dormitory, of course."
"The Gryffindor boy's dormitory!"
"No, the girls." I rolled my eyes.
"What!"
"Note the sarcasm in my voice. Gods, you Gryffindors can be so thick sometimes." Harry's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and he continued walking up the stairs. We entered to find Longbottom still snoring and sleeping soundly. "I'm going to wake him up!" I crawled over, but Harry quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
"Don't you dare." I lifted my hands up innocently, but the moment Harry was pulled his shirt over his head, I took out my wand.
"Aguamenti!" Water shot out of the end of my wand and hit Longbottom directly in the face. He sat straight up shouting something about Potions, which frankly amused me to no end.
"Draco, I told you to leave him alone!" Harry flailed around, his arms still standing upright as the shirt got stuck around his shoulders.
"What? He looked a bit thirsty! I thought I'd just help him out."
"What's going on?" Longbottom looked around, quite confused after being wrenched out of his, surely dull dreams. "Did you and Harry make up?"
"Indeed." Harry, who was attempting to get the shirt un-stuck from his shoulders, somehow managed to trip onto his bed.
"Well, we did make up, but if he doesn't help me get this bloody shirt on, I might change my mind." I walked over, and with a few tugs managed to get it over his shoulder. He scowled at me, and he looked so adorably upset that it was impossible not to laugh. He didn't look properly angry at me, but I apologised to Longbottom anyway.
"It's really alright. I'm just glad you two aren't fighting anymore. There was too much tension." He shook his head, and my short attention span kept me from remaining interested any longer. I leaned next to Harry and wrapped my arms around him. I heard the door creak open, and Longbottom slipped walked out.
"Oi, you're going to make all of the Gryffindors feel uncomfortable around me. When did you become so clingy?" He made a valid point. I detached myself, and he finished putting on his robes.
"I'm not clingy." I sniffed, noticeably lifting my nose into the air. Another mischievous glint shone in his eyes, and he walked forward, now wrapping his arms around me.
"Sure you aren't." A gentle stream of air was released from his lips onto my neck, and I stiffened. His hips started to sway, and I groaned, knowing he was only doing it to tease me.
"Wanker."
"You're no better." Suddenly, I noticed his hands were reaching lower, down my chest and around my hips.
"You're terrible." I was going to move away. I would pull away. Any second now. I'd do it. I really would. But my body wasn't really obeying any part of my mind, and as his hands grabbed me through my robes, I figured who needed to listen to that bothersome reason anyway. It always ended up complicating situations. They slowly moved up and down, and I leaned back into him. So this is what it felt like to lose total control of your body. He purred my name, and I could hear the taunt in his voice. But I didn't care. I was sure I was practically mewing as he massaged me, my erection pressing against my robes.
"Am I really?" He was enjoying this – oh, it was so obvious he was. Who could blame him? He rarely was in control.
"Yes-s," I managed to mutter between gasps. His teeth bit at my neck, and when he pulled back, he licked the lobe of my ear. The next thing that came out of his mouth was a hiss of Parsletongue. I couldn't understand a word, but I could tell he was teasing me. Whatever the hell it was, it made my cock twitch. I leaned back into him, moaning, and he continued to grab at my cock through my robes.
We were alone in the Gryffindor boy's dormitory, and the next thing I knew, he was setting me back on the bed, hovering overtop me and continue the stream of Parsletongue. With my last strands of sense, I pulled out my wand and pointed it to the door, locking it. The wand dropped out of my hand though as Harry's tongue trailed down my skin, and his fingers worked at my robes. They were easily undone, and he pulled them off of me, leaving me in my white button-down shirt and black pants.
Swiftly, he ran his fingers down between the buttons, popping them off of the shirt. They flew in all directions, but and Harry's tongue trailed lower.
"Draco..." It was the only comprehendible word he was saying. I moaned, arching my back up as his tongue did fantastic things, circling around my nipple. He bit down at the skin, and my fingers jerked shut, grabbing at the sheets. My throat was closing it was getting harder to breathe. But, oh – sweet Salazar – what was he doing? In between the snake-ish flow and the trail he left with his tongue, my mind lost it. I didn't know what was even coming out of my mouth at this point. My eyes followed his face, which was – fuck that felt good – predatory and oh so deliciously lustful.
His hands reached at my pants, and he unzipped them tauntingly slow, and began to pull them down bit by bit. I squirmed and bucked up once more, and he gave off a sound somewhere between a hiss and a chuckle.
"Patiencccce, Draco." His hand leisurely slid his hand over my length, and I gave a choked moan. If he didn't – good Gods – hurry up, I was afraid I would come right then and there. And he hadn't even taken my boxers off yet! This was shameful. With a final tug, my boxers came off, and his lips met mine. I pressed forward, our bodies aligning, and ground my hips. My breath was shallow, and my fingers sore from grabbing the sheets. He pulled back and his lips trailed lower, past my neck, past my hips. His hot breath whispered against my skin at the base of my cock. If he just stood there, I would go insane. His tongue finally darted out, and it went all the way from the base to the tip. I moaned and my stomach started to clench.
But then he simply got off of me and pulled away, grinning viciously.
"You bloody tease! You can't just leave." I was trying to say it between pants.
"I just thought I'd give you a taste of your own medicine, that's all." He smiled innocently and attempted to straighten his hair. I scrambled up and leapt at him, pulling at the edge of his boxers, but he simply moved away. "I think we should get to class. It starts in less than half an hour. We don't want to miss it, now do we?" I had been so close, so fucking close. A thought crossed my mind, a glorious one, and I grinned back at him.
"Fine, you get ready. If you don't want to finish, I will." He wouldn't be able to resist. I leaned back on his bed and wrapped my fingers around my cock. His eyes widened, and he stood there, staring at me. My finger stroked my tip, and I made sure to let out fake, exaggerated moans. I noticed Harry was biting his lower lip; he was having second thoughts. Gods, I loved plotting. With one more stroke – accompanied by a groan, of course – he rushed forward, his hands lying overtop mine. I let him guide them, and leaned back into him. He somehow knew exactly where to stroke and how hard to apply pressure, and the sounds coming out of my mouth were no longer fake. My stomach clenched, and my eyes squeezed shut at I hit my release. My hands were covered in a milky white substance, and I let my head roll limply against Harry's chest as I panted heavily.
He grabbed my hand and placed a finger in his mouth, sucking gently. I whimpered, feeling my poor cock begin to twitch again already. His tongue twirled around the digit, and I weakly pulled away. "Class," I gasped. "We have to – Have to get to – Class." Harry chuckled and ran his hands through my hair. My entire body felt weak, warm, and so indescribably amazing.
"You should have seen your face." He kissed my cheek and beamed. "You're beautiful when you're breathless." I flushed. "Actually, you're just gorgeous in general." His hand reached out, and his fingers slowly dragged down my thigh. I moaned, and moved his hand on my cock again. "Anxious, are we? What about class?"
"Fuck you, Potter." His thumb gently stroked the tip, and I arched my hips. "You're going to regret it."
"You look really threatening biting your lip like that." I did not appreciate his sarcasm. His other hand continued to play with my hair, and I glanced helplessly up at him.
"When did you become such a tosser?"
"We both know that you're going to get back at me soon enough. I'm just milking it for all it's worth." He leaned down and kissed me. It was impossible to be angry at him when he looked at me with wide, adorable eyes. Gods, I was becoming soft...
"Mm, if we're just going to go ahead and – err – 'milk it for all it's worth' then go ahead and press a little harder." I groaned as his hand masterfully stroked it from tip to base. He stopped stroking my hair, and leaned to whisper something in my ear.
"Flip over."
"Why?" My eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"You'll see."
"Don't you dare fu-" I faltered as he tugged at my erection and grinned. "If you fuck me, Potter, you'll really regret it." Somehow I had always imagined it with me on top. He might call it Slytherin insecurities, but I wasn't planning to let him win me over that easily.
"I'm not planning to. Just flip over." I gave him one final warning glare and turned onto my stomach. My neck craned over to try to see what he was doing, but he moved my head back down so it was facing the bed. "Just relax, Draco." Still, he did nothing, and I began to wonder if he was just doing this to tease me.
"Harry?" In response, his tongue slipped in between my spread legs. His tongue lapped at the sensitive skin, and I gasped, my stomach clenching already. He parted my arse cheeks further apart slightly with one hand, and the other resumed stroking my cock. "Fuck, Harry. Don't stop. Gods." I was getting incoherent again. His tongue stopped circling, and delved inside. A choked moan stopped at my throat. Nothing had felt more entirely perfect in my life, and my toes curled as my eyes squeezed shut. It paused, then wriggled around again, and I bit my lip. It continued like that for a little while before my stomach tightened, and I came on the sheets, crying his name.
"You really have no tolerance."
"Sod it." I couldn't manage more than two syllables before needing to take another giant gulp of air. All of my muscles felt like they had melted into a useless pile, and I barely managed the strength to turn my head. "Where in the –" Pant. " –world did you –" Pant. " –learn to rim?"
"Is that what it's called?" I nodded weakly. "I've never heard of it. It just seemed like a good idea. I felt like you liked it too." I glared at the bed, as I couldn't turn around to look at him.
"I don't think I can move." He chuckled.
"You're just worn out."
"Really? I hadn't noticed."
"Come on, we'll really be late to class. I have a feeling Snape won't really listen to any of my excuses. Especially if it involves, 'Well, Draco and I were just so close to shagging, Sir.'"
"Oi! We were not close to shagging."
"Alright, we were – what's the word?"
"Rimming."
"Fine then, 'Well, I was rimming him, or what not, and Draco really was so close that I couldn't just leave.' That'd be a brilliant excuse."
"Yeah, I don't think I'd appreciate it if you used that either."
"Well, then, get your lazy arse up." He stood up and grabbed a folded shirt sitting on top of his suitcase.
"As I said, I can't fucking move."
"Details, details..." I got up onto my elbows and rested my head against my hand. His goofy grin made me smile, and I groaned and managed somehow to pull myself out of bed.
"Fuck, you messed up my shirt."
"And your tie," he added. He didn't quite look like he felt guilty. I grabbed my wand and my tie and managed to fix it with a simple spell. "Or just your shirt."
"It was my last clean one. I'll have to go over to the Slytherin common room to get another one." I wriggled into my pants and glared at him. "I'll see you in Potions?" Before he could answer, I turned to walk out of the room, but he grabbed my arm.
"Wait. I'll come with you." He had somehow managed to dress in a rush, and his tie was still loosely done around his neck. I shook my head.
"You don't understand. I don't trust any of the Slytherins. Pansy may have promised she wouldn't do anything else after that stupid love potion –"
"Love potion?"
"The one I told you about. With Thomas?"
"Oh, right... Maybe you could tell me what happened?"
"In short, Pansy spiked my drink with love potion, and I snogged Thomas, during which time Blaise got defensive and admitted to dating a Gryffindor and Pansy admitted to putting the love potion in my drink. And Thomas and Blaise dragged me to Professor Snape, who cured me of that, and we told him what happened. After that, McGonagall threatened Pansy that if she did anything else that she'd be expelled. Got it?"
"I think so... Anyway, I'm coming with you."
"No, you're not. They'll do something to you."
"I don't care. I'm coming with you. You can't stop me." He stubbornly crossed his arms over his chest and glared at me. I rolled my eyes and left the room.
"You thick-headed Gryffindors."
"Yup, that's me." I realised only after we had left the Gryffindor dormitories how self-conscious I felt without a shirt on. I was fine when it was only Harry staring at me, but I kept on thinking that someone else would pop out. It wasn't that I was ashamed of my body, far from it, but I felt awkward for some reason or another. We made it to the Slytherin common room without an incident, though. Inside, however, Pansy stood alone, grabbing a few books.
"Shit."
"You brought that filth in here? That half-breed, idiotic, Gryffindor idiot into the Slytherin common room?" She pulled out her wand, and I defensively stood in front of Harry. "I'm not saying that you're any better yourself, but at least you were originally sorted into Slytherin."
"They'll expel you if you do anything. Put away your wand." She sneered, but seemed to think twice about it.
"Get Potter the fuck out and I'll do it."
"Harry, I think you should leave." He stubbornly shook his head.
"Let's just go upstairs and get your shirt."
"I thought you'd like him better without one, poof." I pulled out my own wand.
"We're just going upstairs to get my suitcase, and then you won't have to worry about seeing me here again, okay?" She paused and put her wand away.
"Good, there's enough filth in here from the other four years you lived in here." She left the room, and I stormed upstairs, Harry at my heels.
"You're moving into the Gryffindor tower? Are you even allowed to do that?"
"I'm not really sure, and I don't care. I've been sleeping there for the past month, and no one's complained, so I don't see why not." I slammed open the door to the boy's dormitory, and Harry winced.
"Draco, calm down. It doesn't matter to me if she thinks I'm filth."
"Like she has any right to say anything." I grabbed a few things and shoved them into the suitcase. Most of my things already were inside. "Let's go. I don't want to see this place again." I angrily made my way out of the room, Harry still following me.
"You know, you could sleep with me."
"What?" I stopped in my tracks and he ran into me.
"You could always sleep with me. I mean, I don't want you on the couch. It can't be too comfortable. I don't see why you can't..." He blushed and leaned his head against my shoulder. I relaxed and smiled.
"Sure. Of course. I think I'd love that. I mean, we wouldn't have to worry about anyone interrupting us." I winked and reached back to grab him through his robes. He flushed and nodded.
"But we have to hurry back if you want to get your suitcase up to my bed, and still make it to the Dungeons on time."
"I'll pop by and warn Snape that we might be late to his class. I mean, he'll certainly excuse me. And if he still gives you detention, well, it is your fault that you took so long. If you hadn't had pulled away immediately after the first time, we could have solved all of this a while ago." I smirked at him and sauntered out of the room.
Snape's office wasn't that far away, and when I entered, he was busy working on something. "Yes?" He didn't bother to look up.
"I just wanted to warn you that it is possible that we're a minute or two late. I have to move my suitcase up to the Gryffindor towers. I don't think it's possible to live down here now that Harry's remembered." He looked up at me and immediately sneered.
"Put on a shirt, Draco. It's shameful to walk around half-naked. And it's perfectly alright if you're a minute or two late. As for Mr. Potter, he seems to be dressed already, so I don't see why he should come late to my class." That being said, he looked down and continued scrawling something with his quill. Harry and I quietly snuck out of the room, and ran upstairs.
"I can't believe that you can be late to his class, but I can't."
"Did you honestly think he was going to change that in the meantime just because we were dating? Maybe it's just me, but I have this hunch that he doesn't like you." Harry scowled.
"He just didn't like my dad. It's not fair." I shrugged.
"I'm not running for my own sake. We're doing this so you can be on time to class, remember? So stop contemplating and continue running." When we finally made it up to his room, I hurriedly put on my robes. Harry groaned.
"What is it now?"
"You looked better with nothing on." I, unable to stop myself, blushed.
"I can't believe you've seen me naked but I haven't seen you. It's unfair."
"Hey, don't worry, I'm sure we can fix that up soon." He winked and immediately ran out of the room. "We're going to be late."
"That's fine by me." He glared up at me and I sighed. "Alright, alright, we'll run again." As we ran, the only sound filling the air being both of us panting, I couldn't help but wonder what others would say. I assumed they'd forgive Harry just as easily for – But if they didn't... I couldn't help but worry, and as we ran into class – five minutes early, I knew my questions would be answered. All eyes stared back at us, and murmurs spread across the room. Harry reached out and grabbed my hand. I pulled him close to me and made my way to the two empty seats by Weasley and Granger. Thomas and Blaise, who were sitting in front of them, turned around.
"Harry, glad to see you've finally come back to your senses." Thomas gave Harry a cool look.
"Potter, nice to see you're not being an imbecile anymore." Blaise practically glared at him. Poor Harry inched back, looking cornered.
"I'm really sorry. I didn't rem – But now I do. I know I've been horrible." He rambled and fidgeted, obviously uncomfortable.
"Lay off of him," I snarled. "He didn't know any better." I wrapped an arm against him and returned Thomas' icy stare. He just shook his head, and rolled his eyes in Harry's direction.
"Protective to the last, aren't we, Malfoy?" Snape strolled in, both of them turned around, and the entire class immediately silenced.
"Due to semi-recent incidents, Professor Dumbledore has wanted me to teach you ethics of certain Potions." He cleared his throat, and glanced at me. "Can anyone tell me what this is?" He pointed to a small vial holding some sort of potion. Granger's hand, unsurprisingly shot up, as did one other.
"Yes, Ms. Parkinson?"
"That would be a love potion."
"Correct."
"Now we do teach basic ideas about this potion, such as its forbidden use in Hogwarts. We also have mentioned several key characteristics so that you can easier identify it, and don't fall for simple traps. But any instructions on how to make it are only listed in the restricted section of the library." I twirled my quill around, and sighed. Yes, yes, I'd fallen for a simple trap, but we hadn't even learned about love potions yet! It wasn't my fault. "Now, in addition to love potions, there is another, quite similar potion you should look out for. Can anyone tell me what this potion is?" He held a vial in his hand. Oddly enough I couldn't place what colour it was. Safe to say, I had no idea what it was. "Anyone?" Granger's hand flailed in the air. "No one?" She stretched it higher, and stood up. "I'll just have to tell you myself, then."
"Please, Sir, I read up on this when Malfoy was given a love potion."
"Do not interrupt me, Ms. Granger. Ten points from Gryffindor." He paused, sighed, and then continued, "But, yes, since you already have, tell the class what it is."
"Well, it is quite recognisable from its distinct colour-changing property. One moment it seems blue and the next silver. Anyway, just like there are love potions, there are lust potions as well. Those have longer-lasting effects and aren't curable. You just have to wait for the effects to wear off by themselves. They're banned at most schools, Hogwarts being one of them. In any case, they stimulate certain chemical balances in your body, and make you – well – extremely attracted a certain person."
"Yes, that is the general idea. If done properly, it gives off the smell of burning wood. So, I advise you that unless you are roasting marshmallows, not to eat anything that smells of that. Anyway, moving on to our actual lesson." I yawned and zoned out then. I could imagine how absolutely wild Harry would be under a lust potion, and I grinned. It would be fun to see that. Too bad it was banned, though.
I quietly ripped off the corner of a sheet of parchment and drew a quick sketch of Harry at my feet begging me to fuck him, and slid it over. He scowled at me, and lifted his quill to write something in response, but Snape's hand reached out and snatched the paper away from him.
"The only notes you are allowed to write, Mr. Potter, are ones on Potions." He lifted the paper up and visibly blanched at what he read. "Absolutely vulgar. Another ten points from Gryffindor." Granger glared at us both. I looked around innocently, and simply whispered to Harry, "Yeah, Mr. Potter, no vulgar notes from you." Harry just glared at me, and turned back down to try to take notes. I quickly scribbled down a few, and reached my hand down between Harry's legs. He gasped and jumped up, and I quickly pulled my hand back, chuckling quietly to myself. "Mr. Potter, is there anything you wish to tell us, or do you just plan to keep on interrupting the class? Next time you do, you'll receive a detention."
"Nothing. I – err – just –" He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and sat down. He glowered at me again, and continued taking notes. It wasn't until the end of the class that he even dared to talk to me again. "I can't believe you! In the middle of class, too! I almost got a detention. You're awful, you really are. I mean, it's one thing to do it when we're alone. I wouldn't complain, then. Interrupt me while I'm doing my Potions homework or something. Drag me away from an interesting conversation, and I won't say a word, but in class!" I chuckled, and kissed him merrily on the cheek.
"Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something else to get back at you." He pulled away and just continued to stare angrily at me. "Look, I didn't want you to get in trouble, honest. I'm sure we'll find time later tonight, and I'll make it up to you." I winked, only to hear a disgusted gagging sound from behind me.
"I really did not need to hear that," Weasley was standing behind us with Granger. Even she had a slight pink tinge to her cheeks.
"You two join our conversations at the most unfortunate times."
"So, I see you two have made up, then," Weaselette popped up from behind us. "Glad to see you're back to normal, Harry." She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him. I stiffened, but she didn't seem to notice. "Everyone missed you." She kissed him lightly on the cheek and pulled back. I possessively grabbed Harry's hand, and smirked at her.
"I think we all are." Her cheeks rouged, and she lifted her hands innocently.
"Look, I don't mean to act like a threat. I'm glad to see that you and Harry have –" Her eyes hovered down to our linked hands. "– made up." Weaselette gave a quick smile, and pranced off in another direction.
"Weasley, your sister better not flirt with Harry." Harry's hand wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me against his chest.
"Calm down." His lips pressed against my neck, and I did relax a little.
"She doesn't mean any harm, Malfoy. She likes you, but I think a part of her still wishes she had a chance with Harry," Weasley muttered. Still, he looked embarrassed.
"Look, you know that I don't like her that way." Harry rocked me gently against him, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Good Gods, I may vomit. If it isn't Potty and Draco, the little lovebirds." Theo stood behind us, arms crossed over his chest. "I see you two have finally made up, then. Pity. I was hoping Potter would kill you before he remembered. Maybe Granger could have gotten in the way. This school could use a few less Mudbloods." Weasley snarled and pulled out his wand. "Ah, I see the Weasel's sensitive." Pansy and Millicent, both of whom were standing by him, laughed.
"Back off, Nott."
"Oh, I'm terrified. Really, you're threatening." He smirked, and Granger tugged at Weasley's sleeve.
"Come on, Ron, he isn't worth it. We have to get to class."
"Listen to the Mudblood. I think it's better if you just cowardly back away."
"Ron, come on," Harry joined in, too, and grabbed Weasley by the wrist. "Snape's just going to catch us and we're going to get in trouble." With difficulty, Harry and Granger managed to pull him away.
"I'll get back at him some other time," the ginger grumbled.
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By the time we got to lunch, I was already tired from all the unwanted attention. Everyone stared at us, awkwardly congratulated us, or made snide remarks. It obviously didn't occur to anyone to simply leave us alone. Merlin forbid they simply keep their noses out of other people's business! I scowled at all the people who walked by, their eyes following us, and their mouths opening in gossipy remarks.
"Hello, Harry. Draco." Lovegood sat down next to us, and put some potatoes on her plate. "These look terribly good, don't they?" Leave it to her to make everything seem as normal as possible. I couldn't help but chuckle.
"How has your day been?"
"Annoying," Harry mumbled, burying his face into his hands. "Yours?"
"It's been quite nice, thanks. Daddy says that the Quibbler's been selling better. He sent me an owl this morning saying that we might get a chance to go look for a Crumple-Horned Snorklack this summer!"
"Sounds – err – lovely, Luna," Harry added. He nudged me.
"Thrilling."
"You seem rather distracted today." I nodded.
"People need to mind their own business. Not you, but pretty much everyone else. I'd be surprised if it isn't in a magazine tomorrow that Harry and I have made up. We'll make the bloody headlines." I leaned my head against Harry's shoulder and closed my eyes.
"Don't listen to other people. I stopped caring about what they said ages ago." I laughed and gave her a tired smile.
"Well, thanks." She stabbed her last potato and popped it into her mouth.
"I'd better get going. Things to do. See you later." She skipped off, her radish-shaped earrings bouncing along with each step.
"She has to be the oddest girl here."
"True. But she's sweet." He grabbed my arm. "We're not eating, and there's an hour before the next class starts. Let's go have some fun." I grinned.
"That has to be the best thing I've heard all day. Well, since morning." Weasley and Granger were just coming in as we were leaving.
"Where are you going?"
"Dormitory. To study." Harry coughed, and I grinned.
"To study. Right. I'm going to pretend I believe you," Weasley muttered. I practically dragged Harry upstairs, and grinned when we were finally alone in the common room.
"Too bad we don't have a lust potion handy." I pressed up against him and forced my lips against his. Our teeth clashed, and I bit down on his lower lip, slicing it open. My tongue trailed against it, and I sucked, feeling oddly like a vampire.
"I was just – mm – thinking the same – fuck – thing." His hands grabbed my shoulders, and he pulled me closer against him. I pulled back, grinning at him, and a little bit of blood dribbled down his chin. I slowly lapped it up, rocking my hips against his. "Ah, fuck, Merlin, Draco, don't stop." He moaned and bit down into my neck. His fingers tightened against my hips, and he whimpered. "Dormitories. Let's go to the dormitories." He was breathing heavily, his eyes shut.
"Sounds like a brilliant idea to me." We somehow made it upstairs between the snogging and the moaning. We must have looked like some sort of a sex-deprived couple, which probably was basically what we were. The door creaked open, and we slammed it shut behind us, and I quickly made sure to lock it again.
"Shit." We broke apart, looking around. That hadn't had come from either of us. "I think there's someone else in the room." My eye's caught on Thomas' bed, which had the curtains drawn around it. Blaise's head popped out, and he blushed.
"Yeah, it's Draco and Potter." His head pulled back in and there was the sound of rustling and swearing, and the curtains unfurled. Both of them were sitting in their boxers, looking away from us, and fidgeting awkwardly with their fingers. "So, you guys weren't hungry either, were you?" Thomas had bite marks on his shoulder, cuts that looked like they were from nails scraping down his chest, and grimaced when he shifted. This was quite a moment killer.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, we weren't hungry." Harry gave an uneasy smile. "Maybe we should leave, Draco." I nodded and backed out of the room. When we had safely made it back down to the common room, he sighed and shook his head. "I can't believe we just walked in on Dean and Zabini having sex."
"That was bluntly put." I sighed, and sat down. "We'll be getting to class soon, then, won't we?"
"I guess. It's not like we can just go to the Slytherin dormitories, now is it?"
"I mean, not unless you want to get killed. And I have a feeling we'd get caught again if we did anything here."
"Bother." He sat silent, looking forlorn. "That's unfortunate."
"Indeed." I yawned and leaned my head against his, and shut my eyes. "Just wake me up when we need to go."
"Alright."
Harry groaned and his release sprayed on me. I felt him contract around me, and moaned, my fingers tightening and twitching. It only took a few more thrusts for me to fall over the edge, too. I weakly lay on top of him, and the room was silent except for our pants. As his body relaxed, I felt the pressure grow around my cock and shifted.
"Ngh, you're so tight." He merely kissed me, and placed a hand on my cheek.
"I love you." He squirmed a little, and gasped as I grazed against his prostrate. His cock twitched, and I reached down, lazily stroking the tip. He shifted around some more, moaning delectably. I worked faster with my fingers and pulled downwards.
"Fuck me again." His eyes were squeezed shut, and he bit down on his lower lip. I thrust in only a few more times, and he whimpered. My fingers continued to stroke him, and he grabbed the covers. "Don't stop." He was gasping for breath, and his hips arched to meet mine. "Deeper." One final time, and he murmured my name in warning. I pulled out and wrapped my lips around him. My tongue dragged over the tip, and he came into my mouth. I trailed over the sensitive skin at the end, lapping it up. He squirmed underneath me, weak half-moans still escaping his lips. His cock came out of my mouth with a quiet plop, and I stared at him, smiling. But his eyes widened and he pointed at something behind me.
"What is it?" He shook his head and pointed, and I turned around to see my father sneering at me. I couldn't react, and a thick knot found its way into my neck. Oh, Gods.There was a heavy thump to the side of my head, and everything went dark.
I woke up with a throbbing head-ache, my father grinning evilly over me. "Where's Harry?" I tried to get up, but found myself bound from the same magical ties I had been a while ago. I struggled against them, and looked around the room. "Harry? Harry?" Oh, Gods, what had he done!
"You can't see from there? Hmm, I guess I can release you." The bonds untied, and I stood up. Harry stood in the corner with Theo. He was pressing him up against a wall and snogging him. My heart jumped to my throat.
"Harry..."
"We only used a little bit of lust potion. Nothing to worry about." He smirked at me, and I felt tears form in my eyes. Harry ground against Theo, moaning his name. I started to run toward them, but the Cruciatus curse knocked me to the ground. I screamed and twisted, but every time I'd see Harry's through tear-filled, blurry eyes, he was ignoring me and continuing with Theo.
"Harry! Please!" I cried and wished only for the pain of the Cruciatus to stop.It was becoming unbearable, filling my head with white noise. I was going insane. There was the sound of a scuffle, and Harry was crying out Theo's name again, this time differently. The pain stopped and I weakly managed to lift my head up to find two other Death Eaters holding Harry back and smirking. The Crucio hit me again, and I sobbed Harry's name, begged for them to stop. Slowly, he stopped calling Theo's name, and began shouting my name instead.
"Pity the potion's worn off." He said it with a mocking tone in his voice, and I cringed at Harry's frantic, pained expression.
"Beg for death or we'll kill him, Draco."
I didn't care anymore. If I was writing on the ground already crying, I could beg for death. I didn't care. Fuck dignity. I cried for them to kill me, to be merciful. I knew what they wanted to hear, and amidst screams of pain, I yelled it to them. The pain faded away, and I looked up to find my father leering. He slashed his arm, and I looked up to find Harry's throat being slit as he gurgled my name. I crawled over.
"No, no, please, Harry."
"We never said we couldn't kill him if you begged for death, too." I grabbed onto Harry's blood-stained body and sobbed.
"Merlin, Draco, are you okay? Wake up!" Someone shook me violently. I opened my eyes to see Harry looking at me with concerned, green eyes. "You were shouting my name, and I guess you were having nightmares. Are you okay?" I threw my arms around him and buried my head in his neck. Don't leave me again. I didn't dare to say it out loud.
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We went to class almost immediately after I had woken up. Harry kept on turning and giving me concerned glances. I had refused to tell him what I had dreamt of. I knew my dreams were ridiculous, but it had felt so real and terrifying. Instead, I had quickly pulled away, acting like he was the absurd one for suggesting that I was hurt or had nightmares. I had scoffed and turned away from him, and no matter how many times he had pulled me close, I always slunk out of his grasp. He had gotten quite fussy, and considering most of our classes in the afternoon were away from each other, he was quite angry at me come dinner.
"Go away." He half-heartedly pushed me away, and I couldn't help but chuckle. His lower lip protruded slightly in an attempt of a heart-warming pout, but he ended up looking ridiculous instead. I lightly licked his neck, and he tried not to smile. His lips trembled at the effort.
"I'll make it up to you tonight," I whispered in his ear. He blushed and grinned at me.
"Please, you two, be more awkward. Just go on blatantly ignoring the fact that some of us are trying to eat." Weasley glowered at us.
"Oh, are we making you feel awkward, Weasley?" I leaned forward and bit Harry's neck, my eyes not leaving the ginger. He tinged pink. "Just ignore us." My hand trailed down Harry's chest to between his legs and he moaned, playing along.
"It really shouldn't be that hard," Harry added before attaching his lips to the end of my earlobe.
"Not hard, eh?" Weasley violently stabbed a few carrots, managing to knock over his glass and spill apple juice onto Granger.
"Look what you've done. You just need to learn to clam down sometimes, Ron." He mumbled an apology and continued to glare at us. We moved a few centimetres apart and grinned.
"Sorry, Ron. It's too tempting to resist."
"Merlin help us if anyone ever gives either of you a lust potion." Weasley shook his head. I shivered slightly thinking of my dream, and Harry turned to me with a confused glance. He seemed to be the only one who had noticed it, so I just ignored him and pretended that nothing had happened.
"Dean, Zabini, you two have been awfully quiet." Granger looked at them. They had been staring at us, and instead averted their attention to the witch. I grabbed a gumdrop from the centre of a cake and popped it into my mouth.
"Have we?" She nodded, and Blaise just shrugged his shoulders. "Guess we're just tired. I think we'll be going up to the room soon."
"As will we," I quickly blurted out. Thomas and Blaise seemed to simultaneously look at us.
"Well, then, goodnight everyone." They got up, and I hurriedly stood up as well.
"Wait a minute!" Harry grabbed a few strawberries and grinned. "Okay, now we can go." We made it seem like we were going at a lazy pace until we reached the hallway, then we chased after Thomas and Blaise.
"We're really sorry about earlier," I muttered, grabbing onto Blaise's sleeve. He turned around and leered at Harry.
"Everything's fine."
"We didn't know that you were inside. I mean, obviously," Harry added. "No hard feelings?"
"Look, you were an ass to Draco. I never liked you anyway. It's going to take a bit longer than a day for me to forgive you." Blaise rolled his eyes and continued to walk. "Let's go to the Dungeon's tonight, Dean."
"Look, I'm sorry, don't take it personally. I know I was angry at you earlier, but I'm fine now," Thomas whispered. "It wasn't your fault. No one really should've acted like an ass to you. We were all just confused. One minute we can't trust Malfoy, then you're snogging him, then his father – well... Then, we're being told by Granger, of all people, to trust you. And then, you come and get upset that we trust Malfoy. It was all a bit fast. Really, though, I'm sorry I was such a prat, but I can't argue against Blaise."
"Dean!"
"It's fine," Harry whispered back.
"Wait, you two are allowed into the Dungeons?" How come they didn't attack him? Blaise turned around, looking rather impatient.
"If we come early enough before anyone else, then we can charm the curtains shut. We just wait until everyone else leaves before we get out. Come on, Dean!" The Gryffindor gave us one final apologetic glance and scurried after Blaise. We just made our way upstairs.
"You know, that means that we're going to be alone for a little while. If we charm the bed so no one from the outside hears, and make the curtains incapable of being opened except for from the inside..." He smirked at me. I felt almost proud; it was exactly like I'd smirk at him.
"We need some time alone."
When we made it to the boy's dormitory, we didn't waste any time, quickly pulling off shirts and unbuttoning pants until we just stood in our boxers. His eyes shone, and he anxiously bit his lip. "You look better without any clothes on," he remarked.
"Do I? I just can't wait to see you without any." He blushed, and I ran a hand through his messy hair before throwing him down on the bed. I got above him, straddling him and snogging him senseless. He tasted like strawberry shortcake. There was the pinch of vanilla that was always there, and I moaned. My tongue plundered into his mouth, and I carefully traced his lips and the inside of his mouth. My hips slowly started moving back and forth, and he started to breathe more heavily. I pulled my fingers through his hair, and continued to taste him. His tongue weakly struggled against mine, and I forced it back. Pulling back to breathe, I stared his rose red lips.
"I love you." He nuzzled into my neck and bit down, and I shoved his head down. I was going to have the fun tonight. My lips met his neck, and I kissed him gently. Then lower again. And again. I did it until my lips met his chest. This was unexplored territory, and I tasted and marked it. His skin tasted delicious, and the pleasure-filled sounds he was producing was like a symphony in my ears. "Fuck, don't stop."
"Wasn't planning to." Now it was him that clawed at the sheets, eyes fluttering shut. His face, despite the scars looked angelic. I teased his nipple, lapping at it, and he groaned, squirming against the sheets. Finally, when I had waited long enough, and his erection bulged in his boxers, I trailed my tongue down. It met at the edge of the fabric, and I dragged my fingers down his body to there. He arched up to meet my still swaying hips and I pulled at the fabric. His hand shot out and he stopped me.
"Wait."
Wait? How could he tell me to wait? I ignored him, and began to pull it down, but he scrambled away from me. "Stop." I had no clue where he had gotten the strength to stop or pull away, but I certainly had none. I fully intended to carry this moment out like I planned it, and I moved quickly, slipping one hand down his boxers. He moaned and leaned against me. "Tha- that's unfair." He gasped and swallowed audibly. "Come on, Dr-Draco." He squeezed his eyes shut, and when his mouth next opened, he was speaking in Parsletongue again. In my moment of shock, he pulled back further, so that I couldn't simply reach out and grab him.
"What do you want? Now's not the time to make some life confession. Save it for later."
"Look, I've been thinking about this all day, and if we go ahead and shag right now, we're not going to have the strength to talk about it later." He looked so solemn that I simply sighed and lay down on the bed.
"Shagging sounds good to me, but go ahead, say this life-changing revelation."
"It isn't a life-changing revelation."
"Good, then we can shag!"
"No, but it is important. I just wanted to – Before someone else brings it up... You can't run away from what happened forever." If he was going to try to talk about this last month with me, he could just forget it. It was absolutely out of the question. "I know you told me never to mention it again, but –"
"Good, then don't." I turned over, facing away from him. His lips touched my neck, and his arm wrapped around me.
"I care about you. I don't want you to bottle it up and just pretend like it never happened."
"Too bad. That's just what I intend to do. You're back now, you remember, and that's the only think that matters. Goodnight." He had completely ruined the moment. I scowled at the bed.
"Fine, if you don't want to talk about it now, I won't press you, but I'm not going to give up. You mean more to me than anyone else. I just want to help."
"I don't need help. Goodnight." He sighed heavily and kissed me one final time.
"Goodnight, Draco. Have sweet dreams this time."