A/N: So, I think we've waited long enough for the real fun to start. ~grin~ I think Draco and Harry have been parted long enough. Okay, I'm wondering what I did wrong the last chapter... No one commented. Was it too long? Should I make the next chapters around 4,000 words again? Eep! I just want to know what was wrong so that I can fix it later on. Also, I'm not sure how many chapters total there'll be. I'm thinking probably 20. Anyhoo, tell me what you think. I'll give you all the Dark Mark-shaped cookies you want! ~puppy pout~ I- I mean... ~Slytherin smirk~
DISCLAIMER: The whole dialouge about the smell is from Angels in America (dialogue between Joe and Louis). I watched it for the fourth time and read it for the third, and I decided that I simply had to use some dialogue from it. It's just so amazing!
It took over a week for the fact that Harry and I had made up to become old news. Each day I woke up hoping that the stares would stop or at least subside, but even after we became old news, giggles and ogling eyes still followed us around. It irritated me to no end, but Harry always could tell when I was getting upset, and wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close, calming me down. Sometimes I still had nightmares, but I'd always wake up next to Harry, and that was enough to soothe me most of the time.
Unfortunately, Harry was relentless. After a week, I still hadn't seen him without clothes on. Images of him gloriously naked played over and over again in my head, and even when he'd innocently smile at me, my mind transformed it into a smirk. Rinse and repeat. Suddenly, I'd remember I was writing homework, and I'd glance down at my sheet of parchment only to find that I'd written dirty words all over it. Yet every time I went to tug at his boxers, he'd pull back and get serious. "Are you ready to talk about it yet?" I was getting frustrated at him.
"Why don't you just let it go? I'm not planning to tell you anything. There's nothing to talk about it."
It seemed that he finally got the picture after a while, and by the second week, he had already stopped asking me. Still, every time I'd wrap my arms around him and bite at his neck, he'd murmur some excuse – he was tired or he had to do homework. It was more than enough to irritate me. So, as we were walking down the halls one day, Granger and Weasley far away from us, I decided to bring it up.
"Harry, when are you going to stop being so stubborn?"
"When are you?" I sighed angrily and glared at the ground.
"Look, it's been two weeks since you've come back, and I haven't even seen you without your boxers. I mean, snogging, sure we've done that, but no further. That's rather unfair, don't you think?" He simply shook his head.
"Am I hearing this right?" Thomas snuck up behind us and I blushed. "The famous lovebirds haven't had sex yet?" He winked at me and slyly grinned.
"Blimey, can't keep my sex life a secret anywhere, can I?" Harry groaned. "First Snape and now this."
"Wait, wait, what do you mean, 'First Snape'?" Blaise popped up beside Thomas.
"Well, remember when he picked up a note a while ago?"
"Yeah."
"Well, Draco decided it'd be hilarious to do a rather – err – descriptive drawing of me begging for – well, you know." Harry blushed and looked away. "I mean, Snape, of all people!" Thomas and Blaise burst out laughing.
"Are you serious? Snape saw a sketch that Draco drew of you two…doing it?"
"This isn't funny!" Harry flailed his arms around, and even I couldn't help but chuckle. Several people in the hall looked around at us, rolling their eyes, but most didn't seem to notice the elaborate show Harry was putting on.
"I didn't intend for Snape to see it," I added. "I just wanted to rile Harry up a little. Since earlier he had –" I cut off abruptly. Perhaps Blaise and Thomas weren't the best people to share this too. I wasn't really sure whether they'd ridicule me, and I didn't want to give them an opportunity to.
"Since?" Blaise leaned forward, smirking at me.
"Well, nothing. Since that morning. Just for fun." Harry saw his moment to embarrass me, however, and eagerly leapt at it.
"He's just upset that I've seen him naked and he hasn't seen me."
"Oi, who gave you the right to kiss and tell!" I growled.
"More like suck cock and tell," Blaise said. I blushed.
"So the Slytherin doesn't have as much control as he'd like. Rough luck, mate," Thomas added.
"Brilliant. Now everyone's going to think that I'm weak in bed. Really, just fucking brilliant, Potter."
"Not everyone, just Dean and Zabini."
"My life's ruined." I flailed around.
"Oh, stop being such a drama queen. King. Overly dramatic." Blaise rolled his eyes at me.
"Well, I was going to give this advice to Harry, but it seems to be more applicable to you, Malfoy: it hurts like hell being fucked the first time. I mean, until you hit the right spot." He grinned.
"I am not planning to let anyone fuck me. Why am I even discussing this with you?" I tried to shoot an angry glare at everyone, but no one seemed fazed by it.
"Oh, touchy, touchy! Did we hurt the poor Slytherin's feelings?" Thomas beamed and jokingly punched me in my arm.
"My feelings aren't hurt, Thomas. I just wish he would stop the romantic ideas. Harry just wants to do all that 'get the emotions out' stuff beforehand. He has silly ideas of making love. Can't we just fuck like decent human beings?"
"Oi! I'm not doing this to be a romantic. I'm doing it because I don't want you to bottle it up and end up hurting yourself."
"So, you're playing psychiatrist. Same difference. I don't need help."
"Can't you guys give some piece of advice here?" Harry pleaded.
"Sorry, mate, I'm not really one to give out romantic advice. And, well, Blaise…"
"I don't care for mushy love letters." Blaise stuck his nose up in the air.
"Yeah, I can't really say that Blaise is someone who's soft on the inside. He's not hiding behind any shell; he's hard on the outside and the inside. Or, should I say, hard in all the right places." Thomas winked and Blaise pulled him close and bit his neck.
"Err, well, I think that this is when Draco and I are gonna go and – yeah..." Harry shuffled around awkwardly, and we left quietly, trying to ignore the fact that Thomas was moaning rather loudly.
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I pulled him close to me, and lapped at his neck like a kitten at milk. He mewed appropriately, and I untangled my hand from his hair. It moved downward, past stroking his face, down to his chest, but that was as far as I got. As he pulled away quicker than my sluggish reflexes allowed me to account for, I suddenly found that I was hugging thin air.
"I'm tired," he mumbled.
"Liar."
"Goodnight."
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We were walking outside in the Grounds. No one around us was really paying attention, and they weren't really close enough to tell what we were doing, anyway. Quickly, I pulled him against me and wound my arms around him. Mistaking it as some sort of a sweet gesture, he leaned his head back on my chest and smiled up at me. I moved one hand lower and grabbed him through his robes. I held him tightly against me, but he managed to break through my grip, and stared at me, his pupils still dilated.
"I forgot my Potions homework. I'm just going to run up and get it," Harry mumbled.
"I'm in your Potions class, you prat! There was no homework." He ran away anyway, and I chased after him.
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I was overtop Harry, straddling him and kissing him. My tongue delved deeper, determined to draw moans from him. It seemed to be working. Fervently, I bit as them and tugged at his hair. His hand closed around my shoulder, and his nails dug in. I groaned and pressed harder against his lips, breaking through the thin layer of skin on his lips. As blood mingled in, I reached down and began to pull down his boxers. Somehow, he managed to throw me off, and I yelped as I fell off of the bed.
"Goodnight, Draco."
"I hate you."
"I love you, too."
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So the days passed without anything happening. I had nearly given up on ever having any sex with Harry. Blaise and Thomas still teased us from time to time when we were alone, and they did give us certain eyebrow-raised looks and snicker in a crowd. Still, Harry was relentlessly filled with morals, fluffy ideas of love, or whatever the hell was his real reason of holding back. Other than that, he wasn't any less – dare I say – affectionate, and it was becoming unbearably annoying.
We were sitting in the Common Room doing homework. Or at least attempting to. I stared at my empty sheet of parchment and scowled. It was impossible to focus. Harry was just inches away from me, and without realising what he was doing, he was nervously biting his lower lip while reading out of the Potions textbook. When I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh, he jumped up and pulled away slightly.
"Oh, yeah, the Potions homework scares me, too." Blaise sat down next to me, and Thomas slid down next to him.
"It's not the Potions homework," I said chuckling. Harry glared at me.
"Oh, right. Still haven't gotten what you wanted?" Thomas grinned at me.
"None of your business."
"I'll take that as a no." I groaned and buried my head in my hands.
"I need to do my Potions homework."
"Oh, yes, I see you've gotten so far. Easily distracted, Malfoy?"
"I hate you. All of you." Harry grinned a little too.
"Gee, I can feel the chemistry between you two," Thomas mumbled.
"Chemistry?" Blaise and I asked simultaneously.
"Muggle thing...never mind."
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I stabbed at my sausage, and simply stared at it. I wasn't even hungry. Not for sausage, anyway – fucking Hogwarts food. "Draco, why have you been in such a foul mood recently?" Harry reached out and tried to grab my hand, but I angrily pulled away.
"Oh, I can't imagine." He sighed, obviously not appreciating my sarcasm.
"Let's go outside." He grabbed an apple and handed it to me. When he smiled so sweetly, I couldn't refuse, so I got up.
"Fine, but the fresh air won't soothe me, or whatever other nonsense you're planning." Harry simply continued smiling, and stood up as well. After we had gotten on the Grounds, and I made way to sit down on the steps, he continued walking. The thought of walking more made my legs protest. It was too early for any of this.
"I'm not moving any more."
"Come on, let's just go a bit further out."
"Bloody Gryffindors have to make everything an adventure. Alright, then, fine. But I'm not going to pretend to be happy about it." He kept on moving, past the stretch of grass, a little into where there were trees. It was early enough that not a sane person was out. Nor an insane person for that matter.
"Is here good?"
"Sure, yeah." Suddenly it dawned on me. My eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Isn't this where you first found me - when I stormed off because those stupid Slytherins wouldn't stop making fun of me?" He nodded and smiled. "I have a feeling you're planning something." He nodded again. "Oh, brilliant."
"Look, Draco, I know you're getting frustrated at me."
"You think?"
"Really, stop with the sarcastic comments. I know you're upset, and I can understand why." Now he was just trying to play the sympathetic man, hoping I'd fall for whatever he had planned. Well, it wasn't going to work. I stiffly turned in the other direction and stared at a tree, nodding at what he had to say with disinterest. "And I know you're going to try to run away when I start this whole thing up again, but I swear I'm not doing it with some romantic notions in mind."
"Look, if you're going to ask me to cry about my past, again, you can just stop there. It's not going to happen, Potter."
"But that's it! You're just too stubborn. I don't want you to cry over it. I just want you to say something about it. Sooner or later, someone's going to bring it up, and I know that you'll hate yourself if you throw a temper tantrum about it."
"I do not 'throw temper tantrums' about anything. I, unlike you, have more sense and style than that."
"So, fine, then." There was a pause, and then he added in a slightly different voice, as if he was pretending to be someone else, "So, your mum died, eh? Rough luck mate. She was kind of stiff to begin with, though. Sure it couldn't have been that much of a loss." A stiff! In my mind I saw her smile. Her pleading voice rung out, begging my father to stop. She was the only one that cared...
My teeth clenched, and I grabbed my wand, jumping up and pointing it directly at him.
"Sod off, Potter. I may not want to talk about it, but I've allowed you to be a moralistic bastard all week long. I don't care if you're the fucking Chosen One, or who you think you are, but my mother was not 'stiff.' She died because she was the only one in my family that cared for me and stood up for me." Tears started to form in my eyes. Gods, she was really dead. I'd never see her again. Yet I could still feel her arms around me as she protectively held onto me, trying to shield me from my father. It was always without a thought to herself. She really was – oh Gods! "And she died because I had to go and face my father. My fucking fault, everything. I would have thought that you would have understood. Did you just decide to almost die for me to ruin my life? For the publicity?" I realised I was angrily shouting at him, now with tears running down my face. I was sure I looked like a madman, but at the moment I couldn't find the courage to care.
"I don't think your mum was stiff at all." I gave a strangled, irritated laugh. He came up to me and tried to wrap his arms around me, but I drew away.
"Oh, sure you didn't. You're the one who fucking said it."
"I said it because what if someone else came up and said that to you? What would you do then? If it wasn't me, you probably would have attacked the person. You would have lost your mind and done Merlin knows what to them! I can't let you hurt yourself like that." Harry came up to me again, and this time I let him wrap his arms around me, and I sobbed in his shoulder, letting him stroke my hair and console me like a mother would a child. "Draco, Draco, I love you, and I care about you, and I don't know what I'd do if you ended up hurting yourself. You mean more to me than anyone else, and I just want to help you." Quickly he continued, "And I know you don't want help, but you need to stop being so stubborn. I'll wait. I would have waited longer if I would have thought you would've changed your mind on your own. But I knew you would continue being a thick-headed Slytherin idiot." He said it tenderly and continued to stroke my hair.
"You're no less thick-headed than I am," I managed to murmur in a trembled voice. He chuckled, and I pulled back, wiping my eyes on the sleeve of my robes. "Gods, I'm a mess."
"I can't believe I forgot. I know you knew I didn't mean any of it, but I'm sorry for all the horrible things I said to you."
"I kind of lost myself in those few weeks, didn't I?" He nodded. It was best to get this all out in one go, wasn't it? "You were a prat to me then, but I was a prat before. And I couldn't ever hate you; you risked your life for me. I thought you were going to die. When I saw you for the first time, with all those scars on your face..." My eyesight began to blur as the tears started to form again, but I stubbornly pushed them back. "They told me they didn't know what was going to happen to you. I didn't know what I was going to do if you died the moment I allowed myself to admit that there was the slightest chance I may possibly be attracted to you. Think about it, Harry fucking Potter's blood on my hands for the rest of my life. It wasn't even that. I was worried what others would think about me at that point. I just lost myself because I realised that I did love you."
He smiled and leaned forward so that his lips were just centimetres from mine. His viridian eyes were wide, and I grinned thinking about the first time I dreamt about them – how much I denied that they were gorgeous. In fact, I had refused to admit that anything about him was anything but beautiful. That seemed like an impossible thought as my eyes glanced from his barely parted lips to his finger-drawing, sex-tussled hair.
"What are you waiting for, an invitation? I thought you would have lunged for my lips ages ago." I didn't have to be told twice. I gently pressed my lips against his, and pulled my fingers through his hair. My other hand cupped the back of his neck, and my thumb stroked the skin softly. I was going to make him regret not letting me have him earlier. My hand moved downwards, and my fingers lightly dragged down his back. He shivered beneath me, and I smiled. Slowly, I moved my lips to his scars, and my tongue traced them. I lay a trail of kisses down them, and both my hands worked their way to his hips. He tried to lean forward into me, but I pulled back from him.
My thigh pressed between his with the slightest pressure, and his fingers wrapped around my hair. Carefully, I pulled his neck back, and my lips hovered above the skin, my breath whispering against it. Another shiver shook through his body, and I kissed his neck, then bit down. Harry tried to lean forward again, his entire body begging for more contact. I didn't let him, but just drew slightly away again. He looked frantic underneath me, and his arms moved up and down my side urgently. It took effort not to grin.
I tauntingly hovered around the edge of his robes, pulling a little. His breath was starting to get a bit shallow, and when I kissed him again, he pressed his lips roughly against mine. Slowly, I started to add more pressure with my knee between his legs, and when I started to unbutton his robes, a low moan escaped him. I stopped right before the last button, and pulled back, pretending to lose interest. In truth, my heart was racing, and I wanted it just as badly as he did. But I wasn't going to show that. He took a stumbling step forward, and I took a step back. With unsteady lurches forward, he tried to catch me, and I just stayed out of his grasp. As soon as he walked by a tree, I moved forward, pulling him close with his tie.
His pupils were dilated and his hands roughly grabbed my shoulders. I lifted his chin up, and bit down on his neck. He gasped in pain, but groaned quietly as I started lapping at the sore skin. His hands roamed all over my body, and he reached for the buttons. I pulled back again, and he reached out blindly for me. When I next pressed against him, I shoved him against the tree, and undid the last button of his robes. Slipping them off his shoulders, my fingers tightened around his muscles, and he relaxed at my touch. Slowly, I began to rock my hips against his. He moaned and I undid the first few buttons of his shirt. My hand reached underneath and I slid my hand against his shoulder. As I reached for the next button, suddenly, his hand reached up and grabbed mine.
"Wait." His voice was uneven, but those were the last words I wanted to hear right now.
"Really? Are you going to get moralistic on me again? What is it, you don't want to miss class? Is that your excuse this time? You know what, I have class, and I don't want to be late. So, ha!" It wasn't even a half-victory. Harry just smiled and shook his head.
"Well, no. I was just going to say that I knew where to continue this. I don't plan to lay naked on the forest ground. Pine needles up my arse and all. It's also Saturday, so I don't think there is class. But if you don't want to do anything..." He smirked and started to button his shirt again, and I pulled him close.
"Oh, no, I do intend to do something. And I've got all I need right now." I greedily gazed him up and down. "So, where do you want to –" I kissed his neck. "– continue this? Here?" I kissed his chest. "Or here?" My lips crazed against the lower part of his robes. "Or here?" I grazed the bulge in his pants and he groaned.
"There's this room. It'd be perfect." I cocked an eyebrow. "It's called the Room of Requirement." When I stood up,his hand cupped me through my robes and I bit my lower lip. I nodded jerkily and yanked myself from him before I lost control. My heart had a syncopated rhythm, and all I wanted to do was lunge at him. He pulled his robes up off of the ground and scowled. "They're covered in dirt."
"You're worried about dirt now? Really? I thought you'd have more important things to focus on." I pulled him close with his tie and smashed our lips together. My tongue parted his lips, and he relaxed in my arms. When he shoved me away and quickly buttoned up his robes with shaking hands, his eyes didn't leave me.
"You're so impatient. You need to learn your manners and wait." At a tauntingly snail-like pace, he started brushing off the dirt and picking at any pieces of grass that had attached to the fabric.
"Oh, fuck you, Potter."
"Yes, please." I grinned and started running toward the castle. He laughed and chased after me. We were so noisy in the halls, it was amazing that we didn't get an unusual amount of attention. From my vantage point, it seemed like it would be obvious to everyone else what we were planning to do. But apparently not. Other than several snickers or people rolling their eyes, no one seemed truly interested or concerned. It all seemed too good to be true, and it most certainly was. Unfortunately, while the teachers were deaf, not everyone ignored us. When we finally thought we were alone, the most unwelcome visitor showed up.
"Ooh, Potty and the slimy Slytherin," Peeves chanted. "Up to something naughty?" Harry blushed, and I glared up at him.
"None of your fucking business. Go wreak havoc somewhere else."
"Language, language, Malfie. I could call Filch on you."
"Please, Peeves?" Harry sighed and ran one hand through his hair. The other snuck around my waist, and suddenly there was a hand stroking my thigh. I gasped and Peeves giggled.
"Ooh, the two lovebirds are up to something naughty. It's Potty and Malfie sitting in a tree. S-n-o-g-g-i-n-g." He blew a raspberry, but flew away.
"I hate him." I smoothed his hair down and kissed him on the cheek. A pinkish tinge fell across his face, and he smiled, suddenly cheered up. "Are we going to go or not?" He ran forward, pulling me by the hand. The excitement in his eyes was evident, and when I slid a hand down his back, I heard his breath become shallow. When we stopped in front of a tapestry, I wondered why we were wasting time. I was getting impatient.
"Harry, do you know where the room is?"
"Yeah, it's here." I would have mistaken him for teasing me, but he sounded so serious. "Just give me a second." For a moment he just stood there, a concentrated expression across his face. Then he started to pace back and forth in front of it, and I scowled, tapping my foot impatiently. Out of nowhere, a knotted wooden door morphed into the wall. It had a brass handle, and all I could do was stare incredulously at it. "Don't you love magic? Go, on, open it." Slowly I reached forward, and the door screeched open. Two hands shoved me forward, and Harry followed me in, closing the door behind him. "Do you like it?"
There was a worn rug leading up to a giant, amazingly comfortable-looking bed. The pillows had silver fabric, and the sheets were green. In fact, the entire room was decorated in Slytherin colours. Even the bedposts had snakes on them. In the corner of a room, there was the soft crackling of a fire. I stifled a laugh.
"Classy. And very unlike you." He blushed.
"I just tried to imagine what you'd like."
I pulled him close and slowly started unbuttoning his robe buttons. "I don't think I'm going to be looking around the room too much. I'll be too busy looking at –" Slipping the robes off of his shoulders, I smiled as they hit the floor. "– other things." His lips met mine gently, and his fingers pulled at my robe buttons as well.
"Mm, really? And what might those things be?"
"Such a girl. You want me to tell you that you're beautiful?" Running my fingers through his hair, I yanked at his shirt, smiling as the buttons popped off and scattered around the room. He didn't seem to mind too much.
"I wouldn't say 'beautiful.'" His fingers fidgeted, and he seemed unable to unbutton my robes. I pulled away and undid them myself, chuckling as he stared at me with wide, vulnerable eyes.
"Fine, then. I'm sure you get it all the time, but how about a knight in shining armour?" He punched my shoulder and scowled.
"Git."
"Why, yes you are!"
"I meant you."
"Did you really?" He scowled, and I started undoing the buttons on my shirt. Copying my move, he leaned forward and grabbed my tie.
"Not so fast." His fingers dragged gently downwards, and he slowly continued unbuttoning my shirt. "How about you?"
"Me?" With the lightest touch, he pushed at my chin, exposing my neck. His lips pressed against the skin, and other than the crackling fire, I could only hear him breathe.
"Yes, you. You're absolutely gorgeous. Your eyes tell me everything I need to know about you." Harry looked straight at me, and in the dim lights, his eyes seemed to dance. I couldn't hold eye contact and my lips betrayed me, pulling into a slight, timid smile. "Your skin's so smooth." His thumb caressed my skin, and I closed my eyes. "Your hair – I just want to run my fingers through it." I felt him pull through it, and melted a little more at his touch. "And your lips..." His pressed against mine, and I moaned as my shirt fell to the floor. Suddenly, I was leaning back, and there was something soft and cloud-like underneath me. When I opened my eyes, he was grinning. I was half-naked and helpless, pressed against the bed, and there he was, still in pants and a button-down shirt.
"Oi! You prat! I can't believe I fell for that." I felt like an idiot, and managed to pull myself up, even though my entire body protested. Part of me just wanted to stay down and see what would happen. Oh, I was really becoming a sap, wasn't I? "You're teaching me your useless Gryffindor habits. Oh, Gods, I really did just fall for that." He chuckled, and I wrapped my arm around him.
"You should try it sometime."
"Oh, Harry, you're so handsome." My mocking voice only made him laugh harder.
"It only works if you actually mean it." Before Harry could continue and give me another life-lesson on how to woo him, I kissed him. His lips easily opened, and I reached out my tongue like antenna, feeling him, tasting him. There was that irresistible vanilla flavour, but it was mixed with apples. I smiled into his lips and reached into every crevice of his mouth, savouring it like a chef would a Parisian cuisine masterpiece. My fingers dragged down his hipsand after a few seconds, pulled his shirt over his shoulders. It soon joined the all too small pile of clothes on the floor. My hand reached for his pants, and I began to unzip them. His hands moved up and down my back, and he pressed against me more roughly. When his pants pooled down around his ankles, I finally stepped back.
"You are gorgeous. But better than that, you're mine." But then I saw his boxers, and couldn't help but laugh. At first it started out as a suppressed chuckle, but before I could help it, I had thrown my head back and was laughing madly at him.
"What!"
"Your boxers!" He looked down and blushed. They were covered in Snitches, and screamed their Gryffindor colours out for the world to see. "You have absolutely no taste."
"I have to have some."
"Oh, and how's that?"
"Because I like you." I smirked at him and pulled him by his waist closer to me. His fingers unzipped my pants as well, and I stepped out of them.
"Okay, true. I'm a damn good choice." Tauntingly, I added, "And have beautiful eyes." I battered my eyelashes, and he stuck out his tongue at me. Quickly, I kissed him, and my lips closed around it. Pulling back, I smiled as his eyes closed. "Mine. All mine."
"You're quite possessive, aren't you?"
"How many people do you think Harry fucking Potter loves?"
"Well, considering I'm 'Harry fucking Potter,' I'd have to say one."
"Exactly." My hands roamed around his back, and I my lips devoured his neck. His fingers fiddled at the edge of my boxers, and I slowly ground against his hips. He moaned and thrust out slightly, trying to get more friction. The kisses trailed down his neck, past his torso, and now hovered above his boxers. He squirmed and there was a distinct bulge beneath the fabric, but I innocently placed my hands on his hips and caressed the skin with my thumb. When I finally pulled his boxers down, a hiss of breathe escaped his lips as his erection sprung free.
My hands simply trailed up again, and I pushed him against the bed, straddling him. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and gently stroked the tip. He moaned and arched his hips. His eyes fluttered, and his lips seemed irresistible as he kneaded the lower one between his teeth. I moved my hand up to the base, and he whimpered underneath me. My lips sealed against his, and his tongue pressed against me, desperate for entrance. I pulled back, and his eyes and mouth opened. A hiss broke through his lips and I stiffened. He used the moment to shift positions, and before I even had time to reactI was pressed against the bed. His eyes narrowed and drawn-out s sounds made my poor mind melt into a puddle. All too innocently, his tongue licked his lips. The stream of Parsletongue continued, and I had no will to tell him to stop when he slid my boxers down.
His whispers moved lower, and I grabbed at the sheets. My stomach started to clench and I almost gasped as the sweet hisses were replaced with – oh, fuck – warmth around my cock. His tongue swirled around it and he lapped at the tip almost painfully slowly. I arched my hips for more pressure. His cheeks hallowed, and his mouth moved further along. I couldn't think – sweet Salazar – and my entire body shook with effort to hold out. His tongue lazily licked again and he pulled back only for a moment, whispering something else in Parsletongue. The only thing I could make out was my name, and it roughly left his lips in a wonderful hiss. As his lips pressed against the tip of my weeping cock, I could only moan, and my hands entwined themselves into his hair, guiding his mouth. And when he took me whole, I couldn't hold out any longer. Stars flew in front of my eyes, and I cried out his name as my stomach clenched and as I came in his mouth. My entire body was numb with pleasure. Harry pulled back, a bit of the thick, white substance dripping down at the corner of his mouth. His tongue slowly reached out and licked it, and I moaned weakly.
When he leaned down to kiss me, I managed to throw my head to the side and mutter through shallow breaths, "You're not going to kiss me like that, are you?" His hand stroked my hair.
"And why is that?" There was still a faint hiss in his voice, and I squirmed as he lay on top of me.
"It's still on your lips." I winced as he stuck out his tongue, white-tinted saliva strands attached. "That's disgusting."
"Actually, I think I have proof that you enjoyedit." I scooted over and fell off of the bed. He chuckled, but after a moment of scrambling around my wand was in my hand.
"Scorgify!" His mouth foamed with bubbles, and he spat on the ground, no longer grinning.
"Ugh, fuck. Gods, my mouth tastes like soap. That's disgusting."
"Now you know how I felt." I got on the bed, again straddling him. "No more Parsletongue."
"But –" I quieted him with a kiss, and he fell silent. It felt like our entire bodies were touching, and his erection pressed into my thigh. It was all I could think about, and with my hands trailing down his sides, he was moaning slightly. One hand reached up and pulled his glasses away, carelessly throwing them across the room. He tried to protest into my lips, but when I pulled back and quickly conjured a tube of lubricant, his eyes widened and he simply bit his lip. "Is it really going to happen?" I nodded and grinned.
"Taken a while, hasn't it?" He blushed and looked up at me with a child-like fear in his eyes.
"Dean said it hurts." I kissed him softly and my grin sweetened into a smile.
"I promise I'll be careful. I'll be gentle." He nodded, but there were still worried creases around his eyes. I laughed affectionately. "I'm sure Blaise is rough. Come on, do I seem like someone who'd be rough?" He scoffed.
"Is that even a question? Yes."
"Oh, come on, all you have to do is hiss a few words, and I'm sure I'll lose my mind." A chuckle broke through his lips, and he nodded.
"Okay, okay. I'm ready." I coated my fingers and cock with the clear, thick substance and pressed one into him, wriggling it around. He seemed fine for now, so I added a second finger. He winced slightly at the intrusion and I kissed his neck. I scissored my fingers and he gasped out in pain, clutching the sheets. "Ow." I let him adjust, and watched the pain slide off of his face before adding a third finger. He squirmed now, and his eyes were squeezed shut.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." His voice sounded squeaky and far from 'fine.' My fingers moved around slightly, and suddenly his eyes shot open. "Hit that spot again." I wriggled around experimentally, and suddenly he gasped and his toes curled. Blood droplets formed around his teeth as he bit down on his lip. "Fuck yes." I hit it again, and his face twisted into the most beautiful expression I'd ever seen. A low, almost-growl escaped his lips. I pulled out my fingers and placed my lips on his before he could protest. Slowly, I pried my lips away from his, positioning myself, and his legs wrapped around me. His eyes looked at me trustingly, but they clenched in pain the moment I entered. My mind lost all focus, and all I could think about was the pressure surrounding me. I lay limply there, the steady sound of something between a hiss and a whimper leaving my mouth.
"Move. Now. Please." Harry looked at me through squinted eyes, his fingers gripping the sheets. Something in his eyes faintly registered in my mind as pain, and I brought myself to move, trying to hit him at the same angle I had earlier managed. At first he only grimaced, his blood now starting to flow more freely from his lips as he bit down harder. Maybe it was a vampiric urge, but I leaned forward and kissed his lips, running my tongue over the lower one. The vanilla mingled with a metallic twinge and I groaned.
Out of nowhere, his face rearranged into an expression of untainted ecstasy. He stared sightlessly through me as if what he saw was on another dimension. My fingers moved down, and I wrapped my fingers around his erection. Harry moaned and arched his hips to meet mine as I thrust in. His entire body already trembled, and with my finger lazily stroking the tip, it didn't take much longer before he was whispering my name in a shaky warning.
"Draco, I'm gonna..." Before he could get any further, Harry gave a strangled cry, clutching the sheets. Warmth coated my hand as he came, and I trembled as he contracted around me. My heart fluttered like a frantic butterfly and my mouth went dry.
Suddenly, his moan turned into a hiss, and I stiffened, my stomach clenching. His fingers moved up to my face, and they ghosted over my skin. He brought my hand up to his mouth and sucked on my middle finger, pulling back only to use unknown phrases that played with my delusional mind. As I thrust in one final time, heat and electricity shot through me, and I shouted out his name as I came. Then, I limply lay there, one hand still wrapped around his cock. After a moment or two where we both tried to catch our breath, he shifted and groaned. With effort, I pulled out and rolled over so that he was pressed up against me, and I wrapped my arms around him. He sighed contentedly and nuzzled his head into my neck. I used the opportunity to run my tongue against the side of his neck. He squeaked in protest, but simply quieted down as I started running my fingers through his hair. The only sound was of the fire crackling, so I decided to say something.
"Fuck, that was amazing." And that happened to be the first thing that slipped out.
"Mm, you're telling me. I don't think amazing covers it." His hand ran over my thigh, and I bit down as my cock started to twitch up again.
"You're so tight." As I recovered, I sucked on his earlobe and placed phantom whispers on his neck. His hand froze, and I moved it as far away from my thigh as possible.
"Remind me again why we waited so long." He flipped over so that he faced me, and I couldn't help but smile as I was suddenly faced with two sparkling emeralds.
"I believe it had something to do with the whole, 'Oh, no, Draco! I'll never let you until you tell me all your problems.'" His nose crinkled, and I reached out and gently traced the scars on his face with my finger. His smile suddenly fell to a frown.
"Why do you have to remind me that I'm ugly and covered in scars?" His eyes broke contact with mine and he scowled. I stroked his face with the back of my hand.
"Look at me. I'm only going to say this once, so listen up. I don't care how many scars you have or how awful you think they look. You'll always be beautiful to me, and nothing – not even that unmanageable hair of yours – can change that." Harry timidly gazed up at me through long eyelashes before pressing his lips to mine.
Underneath the tenderness, there was desperation in the kiss. He shoved our lips together and his hands gripped me. I couldn't protest, even when his fingers tightened around my arms enough to hurt. He slowly shifted so that he lay on top of me and his hand moved up to my face. Wildly, his fingers moved back and forth – touching my face as if afraid I'd turn out to be only a figment of his imagination and yanking his fingers through my hair. I let his tongue break through my lips and attack me. It madly pressed inside my mouth, and he trembled. It wasn't until I felt the moisture and looked up to see his wide, mad eyes that I noticed that he was crying. He pulled back, sobs wracking his body and buried his head into my shoulder. Fear overtook all emotions, and I wound my arms tightly around him, whispering his name over and over again.
"You said Voldemort killed your mother. How long will it be before he kills you too?"
"He won –"
"He won't?" His voice was a crazy bark. "Fine, if he doesn't, it's only a matter of time before the Death Eaters break out of Azkaban. I'll say I love you over and over again, but I'm just too fucking selfish. I don't want to let you go. I can't. But what am I going to do when something happens to you? You've given up your whole life for me! All I'm going to bring you is trouble. I'm hideous and I'm cursed and I'm just too selfish. I don't know how to let you go. I'm too in love with you, Draco."
He lifted his head and stared at me through tear-filled eyes, and suddenly I couldn't think of anything else. All of a sudden, Harry looked so fragile and weak, and his words seemed to steal the oxygen out of the air. My eyes started to burn, but my mind just hummed with white noise and crumpled away. His words formed cracks and before I could control myself, I pressed my lips again his, too. Our lips collided and his wound broke open again, blood melting into the kiss. Our hands ran along each others' hips and our tongues fought madly against each other. When I pulled back, sweet words slipped from my mouth like a wonderful poison. It was as if another person were talking. As I said the words, they sounded raving mad, and they held a Romeo and Juliet fervour to them.
"I don't care if you're selfish. I love you, and I'll kill them all if it means you'll never leave me. I'd go mad without you. You're all I can ever think about. Your eyes and your voice and your smile – they haunt me, but I need them. We'll run away if we have to. I'll steal you. I'll tell you that I love you every day if it'll keep you next to me. We'll fuck. I'll be emotional. I'll open up, if that's really what you want. Anything, please. Please..."
My own sobs and gibberish faded away as reality took hold. What we were doing was dangerous, but what I was saying was absolutely mental. I kissed him gently and sniffled, feeling like a crazy sap. He only smoothed down my hair, and it was silent again. After I had completely calmed down, I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I love you."
"I know."
"I don't have the courage to leave you." I nodded. "And I'm not –" My lips pressed against his and he shuddered then relaxed. When we pulled back, this time we both gave uncertain smiles.
"Maybe we should go back." Harry nodded and chuckled uneasily.
"Before we do anything rash."
"You mean like what we just did?" I nodded and laughed, then grinned evilly.
"Or really anything like this." I ran my hand down his length and felt him harden. A moan escaped his lips, and something fell over me. Out of some strange instinct – something I couldn't explain, I leaned forward and smelled him. He smelled of sweat mainly, but underneath that, there was the vanilla he tasted like. I chuckled.
"What?"
"You smell nice."
"So do you." I grinned and leaned forward, not sure where the words that next spewed out of my mouth came from.
"Smell is…an incredibly complex and underappreciated physical phenomenon. Inextricably bound up with sex." My hand squeezed and stroked gently at his newly-found erection, and his eyes closed as he licked his lips.
"I…didn't know that."
"It is. The nose is really a sexual organ. Smelling. Is desiring. We have five senses, but only two that go beyond the boundaries…of ourselves. When you look at someone, it's just bouncing light, or when you hear them, it's just sound waves, vibrating air, or touch is just nerve endings tingling. Know what smell is?" With my mouth so close, my breath tickled his skin, and my slow strokes made him moan.
"It's…some sort of… No."
"It's made of the molecules of what you're smelling. Some part of you, where you meet the air, is airborne." I leaned forward, not knowing where my mind came up with this. But I let it run its course, enjoying Harry squirming beneath me, desperate for contact. Slowly, I inhaled, and grinned. "Little molecules of Harry… Up my nose. Mm… Nice. Try it."
"Try…?"
"Inhale." He listened, and breathed in deeply.
"Nice?"
"Yes. I…"
"Sh. Smelling. And tasting. First the nose, then the tongue."
"I just don't –"
"They work as a team, see. The nose tells the body – the heart, the mind, the fingers, the cock –" At this I gave a rough squeeze and he groaned, his fingers tightening around the bed sheets. " – what it wants, and then the tongue explores, finding out what's edible, what isn't, what's most mineral, food for the blood, food for the bones, and therefore most delectable." I licked the side of his cheek, and tears flooded my taste buds. "Salt."
My lips pressed against his, and I felt his body tremble before he responded. "Mm. Iron. Clay." My hand squeezed one last time, playing over the tip, and he came into my hand. I brought a finger up to my mouth and licked it as he stared at me with wide eyes. "Chlorine. Copper. Earth." We kissed again, and his tongue explored inside of me, feeling every inch. "What does that taste like?"
"Umm…" He bit his lip, as if deciding.
"What?"
"Well… daytime."
"Stay?" Suddenly, I had no urge to go back to anyone. I wanted to stay here with Harry, wrapped up in one sticky mess, tasting him, hearing him groan.
"Yes." There was a pause as he cupped my cheek. "Draco?"
"Hmm?"
"Where did that come from?" I had no answer.
"Sh. We'll end up babbling nonsense if we talk again. Breathe. Smell. Let's stop talking. Or if you have to talk, talk dirty."
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I felt incredibly satisfied with myself. We had finally walked over to the common room sometime in the late afternoon, with both of our stomachs grumbling. There wasn't much time until dinner, and it seemed like everyone was outside enjoying the weather. We were alone in the room, and although we were supposed to be doing homework, it didn't really work out that way.
I shoved him off of the couch and he shouted out as his head hit the table. "Fuck, ow. Draco!" He got up and gave me a half-hearted glare. A chuckle was issued behind us, and Harry spun around to see Blaise and Thomas looking at us with a bemused expression. Harry walked over to another couch, trying to distance himself from me, I was sure. Still, his hand reached out, and our fingers entwined.
"Merlin, are you trying to let the whole school know, Potter?" Blaise asked, rolling his eyes.
"Let them know what?" Harry looked concerned.
"Well, I'd say it's pretty obvious that Malfoy got what he wanted," Thomas mumbled.
"What! How is it obvious? Do we smell like it? Are we still naked?" I buried my head in my hands as Harry frantically looked around for some sign to show him what was the matter.
"I'm pretty sure you have clothes on. It's more the way you're walking. Or, well, limping, should I say," Blaise said, chuckling.
"But it hurts!" I almost felt bad, but he sounded more freaked out at the fact that he was limping than at the pain.
"Well, of course it hurts. Didn't I tell you it would?" Thomas said, rolling his eyes.
"But then, how do I not limp! What am I going to do! Everyone's going to look at me and think sex, sex, sex!" Harry started flailing again.
"Well, then, you'll have to tell them you're already taken and they'll have to find someone else to have sex with," I joked. He simple gave a strangled laugh.
"This is a serious matter!" I grabbed his wrists and dragged my tongue down his neck. It immediately shut him up.
"Relax. Take deep breaths." He nuzzled into me, but I pulled away and settled on the couch.
"See, this is more like the Malfoy I expected," Thomas mumbled. "Not the one whining around about not getting any."
"Oi! I always get what I want. It's just a matter of time." When I stuck my nose up in there air, I heard chuckles. Thomas grinned and leaned against Blaise.
"Mm, love you." Blaise stiffened, and started walking away.
"I've got to go find – I'll be back later." Sighing, Thomas collapsed on the couch next to Harry.
"Still having trouble?" I asked.
"He's still too scared to say anything. I mean, I know – I know, he cares. Whatever. I just wish he'd get over himself and say it." I sighed, hating how close Blaise's actions hit home.
"He'll say it. Just give him time."
"How long? What has to happen first?" I didn't say anything.