A/N: So, I haven't been on in a while. More than three months, I believe. This is unacceptable, but I do put school in greater importance. I hope you can forgive me and enjoy this chapter. I tried to take your suggestions into consideration (from your comments on chapter 18), and I also added some fluff. I hope you do like it. I worked hard on it. Thanks goes out to my lovely beta, Lauren. She tackled this on short notice despite the break. Anyway, enjoy. This is for you, my silent readers. Much love.
I decided the game Questions wasn't as ridiculous as I would've thought it to be. When Harry had introduced it as something similar to truth or dare, I was sceptical. Even though it was the two of us, and we were sitting alone in the forest, I didn't fancy having to strip where anyone could potentially walk by. Upon further explanation, he claimed that it was like truth or dare minus any dares. Still, I was reluctant. It seemed silly and like something you'd do drunk at a party, not in the middle f the forest, completely sober. There had to be better ways to spend my time with had been overly eager about the whole "sharing emotions" bit. I wasn't sure how to react. I cared for Harry more than anyone else, but I wasn't the sort of person who could spend hours having heart-to-heart conversations.
Still, I had been getting better at it. My face would slip into a grimace when he started to ask me how I felt. Or at least he'd throw out some other therapy-like questions. But it was nice when things like that reminded me how much he cared about me. Hell, I could have survived anything in this new world of peace. People had finally stopped giving us grief. I guess they had gotten used to seeing us together, and had moved on to the newest items of interest. One of the Slytherins, Daphne Grengrass, had supposedly been caught sleeping with Professor Flitwick. As absurd as it was – and everyone knew it was absurd – it was still something to talk about. A new bone to chew. It wasn't to say that we didn't occasionally get a glare or two, but we didn't care. We had dealt with much worse. After so much time worrying that he was going to die and wondering whether he was going to forget, a simple glare here and there seemed trivial. It had been strangely calm, and I enjoyed it. It was almost natural. Normal.
"So, your turn," Harry said, grinning at me.
"Alright, err," I tried to think of a question that didn't involve school. Somehow we had already managed to exhaust those. "Oh, I have one! With whom did you live before you came to Hogwarts?" Harry's smile disappeared within a matter of seconds. My heart seemed to double-knot, and I froze, wondering whether I had asked the wrong question.
"I shouldn't be complaining. I have no right. After what your father did, it's going to seem so petty." He looked away, perhaps out of shame or pain. I couldn't tell. I felta bubble of fury become dangerous close to popping.
"Who? What did they do?" My voice was hard, and Harry looked at me bashfully.
"It's nothing. I'm just overreacting, like usual." My jaw clenched, and I felt anger threaten to blossom again.
"Tell me."
"No, I mean, your father nearly killed you. I'm just being silly."
"He nearly killed you, not me! Now fucking tell me what they did so I can go out there and kill every single one of them." My voice had somehow risen to a hysterical shouting, and My breath had quickened until it was at a frantic pace as well. Even my face felt warm, and I was sure it was red. My hands tightened into fists until my nails dug into my skin, and I began to wonder how I would get back at those people, whoever they were - those that had dared hurt him. Harry stared at me and then burst out laughing. For a moment, my anger escalated further, but thoughts of that passed quickly as Harry pressed his lips against mine.
There was something needy about the kiss, but not physically. All the pent-up emotions broke free, and he curled one arm around my waist, pulling me closer. He ground his lips against mine and his tongue lashed out, forcefully parting my lips. I let him, and fell back into his touch as his other hand wrapped around my neck, supporting me. Under his almost-suffocating touch,I could feel his fear. His tongue swept around my mouth, wandering aimlessly, wanting only to taste, to feel. And I let him.
My hands reached to his collar bone, my fingers trailing down his skin. His glasses slipped off of his nose, as he pressed further against me, his fingers curling around me until his knuckles turned white. The Avada Kedavra green felt like it pierced right into me. and I toppled down onto the ground. Yet Harry still didn't let go. He desperately held on, and his hands moved frantically, 'til he cupped my cheek and pulled back, gasping, tears starting to form in his eyes
"I love you so much, Draco, and I don't ever want to let go. But I can't stop thinking about that dream. And when it all comes down to that battle, when I have to face him, what am I going to do? It's worth fighting, for you - every goddamn moment where I feel broken and scared, where I don't know what the hell I'm doing - but what am I going to do when I can't go back to you?" He paused and took a deep breath. Sometimes I honestly think I can't fight for the world and save you at the same time." He frantically pressed kisses to my neck, his hands pushedmy shoulders back onto the ground. Yet still I managed to push myself up. He fell to the ground, a few tears falling. I cradled his head in my lap, and stroked his hair.
"It's going to be okay," I finally muttered.
No, it's not." His voice was harsh. It cracked with anguish.
"You're right, it's not. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to stop fighting with you. You're fifteen, for fuck's sake. This isn't your battle to fight."
"But I have to..."
"Says who!"
"Everyone."
"Well, fuck them. You can do what you want!" I was sick and tired of these standards that everyone else forced down his were they to tell him? Didn't he deserve to have a normal life? For just one minute, didn't he deserve to be happy? He wasn't a superhero. He was just like me. Just like all of he had to save the world. Everyone placed hope on Harry, but more than anything else, they placed their fears upon him as well.
Harry pulled himself up, his tears already drying. He kissed me again, eyes clenched shut. His fingers gently trailed through my hair, and then fell down to his side. When he pulled back, he smiled. "I want to save them."
"It's not your job. You don't have to."
"If I don't who will?" I faltered, tripping over the last two words.
"Dumbledore - he wouldn't let you face it on your own."
"But I'll still have to face it." His head rested against my shoulder, and I gave a nervous smile. "I'm not thrilled either. But I've just come to accept it, I guess." I shook my head; I didn't understand. There was a slight pause, as he suddenly stared straight at me. His eyes seemed to evaluate me, somehow read into me, and I found my breath caught in my throat. "So, who was your first kiss," Harry asked briefly, a full smile seeping into his features again. I sighed, then followed his lead.
"Astoria Greengrass."
Harry looked at me questioningly. "Slytherin, a year ahead. Daphne's sister."
"Ah."
"Yeah, she was pretty, I guess. It was last year. She's very prim and proper. But quiet. Pansy was jealous." My smile turned into a scowl when I remembered what Pansy was capable of. How long had she just been a slightly annoying tease? And now she threatened us and begged for Harry's death. I shivered at the thought, but Harry laid his hand on top of mine.
"First wet dream, Potter?"I asked teasingly, and winked. His lips tinged red, and he mumbled something under his breath. "Come on, I thought we were having a heat-to-heart here. And you're already keeping secrets from me. I see how it is." My lips formed a pout, and he sighed.
"It was Parvati, alright." I grinned, and kissed his cheek.
"She's actually quite nice. But unfortunately for her, I don't swing that way."
"Well, it's fortune from my perspective." He leaned back and stared up. "The sky looks like it's so far away, so unreachable." The comment seemed silly and sudden.
"Get off it, you play Quidditch. You should know better than anyone else how far from unreachable the sky is. 'Best Seeker I've ever seen,'" I said, mimicking McGonagall's voice.
"She's never said that. Plus, that's what I love about Quidditch so much. It lets me be free, you know. The wind's rushing through my hair, and there's that wonderful feeling of weightlessness. It's like no one will ever be able to beat me. Kinda like I'm immortal, invincible. Nothing can beat it." A grin crept its way onto my face.
"Nothing, huh?" I leaned down, and trailed my fingers just about his waist, and fiddled with his robes. My face was centimetres from his, and I let my breath whisper against his ear. "Nothing at all? Perhaps you might want to rethink that judgement, Harry," I purred. A shiver rode through his body, and when he turned to face me again, a lusty mist clouded his eyes.
"Oh, I take it back. I can think of quite a few things I wouldn't mind you doing right now, in fact. Just the two of us. Where no one can see us. And if they do, who cares." Quickly, I pulled back, smirking at him. Still my hand lay gently over his waist.
"Who would've thought Potter could be so kinky? You'll have to hold back for now. But, don't worry, later tonight, I'll make sure tohelp fulfil all those fantasies." Roughly, I squeezed, and he choked back a moan. Through the robes I could feel how hard he was.
"You can't honestly leave me like that, can you?" Harry squirmed, and I laughed at the relentless bulge in his pants.
"I don't know. Think of Granger naked or something like that." His eyes snapped open.
"Gross. Never mind. She's practically like a sister to me. Naked, that's just..." He continued to ramble on a bit more with a disgusted expression on his face, and I couldn't help but smile. This heart-to-heart thing wasn't so bad after all.
But then a question hit me, like a fleeting hit, and I had to ask it. I wasn't sure if I'd like the answer, though.
"Why didn't you shake my hand when we first met?"
"What?"
"When I asked you to be my friend, why didn't you want to?"
"Oh, well, that wasn't the first time we met." It was my turn to be confused "We me at Madame Malkin's." I shook my head again. I didn't remember this. "You were talking about how you wanted to be in Slytherin. How absurd it is they don't let first-years play Quidditch."
"I - I don't remember." Suddenly I felt ashamed. "When was this?"
"It was before school even started. Before anything. You don't remember it at all?" I wracked my brains for some sliver of a memory. Of even going to that shop. I knew I must have, but it had been so event-less that I had forgotten it completely. So, I shook my head.
"I'm sorry."
"I mean, I guess it doesn't matter." I could tell he was slightly hurt.
"It does. I'm sorry. But I didn't know you at the time. You mean more to me than anyone now." My hand caught his, and I smiled as his sweaty palm pressed against mine. When he squeezed, I scooted over and caught his lips with mine. When I pulled back, his eyes spoke his forgiveness. How could he even remain angry at me for something I couldn't control? He was too rational of a person for that. "So, why did you refuse?"
"Oh, well, I mean, you were a ponce. You reminded me of my awful cousin."
"Oi, Potter, that hurts! I wasn't that bad." There was a pause before I uncertainly added, "Was I?"
"Well, at the time you weren't exactly lovely. But you've become better. You're bearable, I'd say." He grinned and playfully nudged me.
"Hmm, only bearable? Maybe we won't do anything later tonight. I mean, if you wouldn't truly enjoy it. If it's gonna be simply bearable..." He jumped at me, straddling me and planting a kiss on my lips.
"Wanker." I grinned and nipped at his lower lip before drawing him closer. We just lay there for a while, both silent, smiling. My fingers pulled through his hair and we soaked it in, heaving a deep, satisfied sigh here and there when the wind would whistle through the tree.
Who knew how long we lay there like that. It could've been seconds or days. Time ceased to have a meaning. My eyes slowly closed, and my head lay against his chest, lulling up and down with each breath he took. Here it was silent. No possibilities of other voices penetrating the stillness. Just Harry and I, alone, content. It was beautiful. I cracked open an eye as his breaths slowly became more relaxed and prolonged. A small smile curled on his face.
Chuckling quietly, I let my eyes drift shut again. Like a painting - eternal. A captured moment. So peaceful... It seemed impossible to drift asleep though, and I instead fell into a state of in between. Occasionally I would look over when I felt him shifting, further nuzzling his face against my chest. Absentmindedly, I brought my hand up and trailed my fingers down his cheek. In the dying light, the scars on his face were terribly visible, but they were far from ugly. I was surprised to realise that I hadn't even noticed them too much recently. They seemed to fit into his face – almost normal. They were no longer painful reminders, but just a part of who he was.
My arm wrapped protectively around him, and he shifted. For a moment, I thought he had woken up, but then he sighed quietly and leaned into the crook of my arm once more. I grinned and lay back, relaxing. It was strange to look at the sky from this angle. It glowed faintly through the many treetops, and the sun shone through the leaves. It was like a curiously serenesort of magic on its own like that. The breeze seemed to have faded away, and the air was still. Nothing moved. I felt as if we had run away from our troubles, away from Hogwarts, away from that obligation to do the impossible. Here we were together. Here we were alone.
As if hearing my thoughts, Harry shifted and his eyes cracked open. "Mm, how long have I been asleep?" He sounded like he was still half-asleep. I grinned and playfully shoved him off. He landed with a loud "oomph" and hit me groggily. "Not funny."
"I disagree."
"You disagree with everything, though, just on principal." He tried to scowl, but a smile leaked through. I laughed before pecking him quickly on the lips.
"I have no clue how long we've been here, but it's getting dark. I think we need to get inside." True enough, the light was starting to dim, and as quiet and peaceful as it was, I didn't particularly fancy getting left out here in the dark. As sweet as a few more hours alone with Harry would be, I would prefer if it happened to be in the comfort of our four-poster bed. We did tend to draw to the forest occasionally –that may have had something to do with the fact that our first kiss happened there, although we both denied it due to how sappy the idea was – inside in a warm room, when we could press together, almost as secluded, it was definitely nice as well.
"Alright, then." Harry pulled himself up on my robes, and rested his head on my shoulder, his eyes drifting shut again. "I'm tired."
"I can tell." I shoved him again, and he attempted to shove me back. I laughed at how weak it was and grabbed his chin, pressing our lips together. He froze for a moment, most likely shocked, before his hands reached up pressed against my cheeks. It was intense, and his tongue darted out, breaching my lips. Laughing and shivering – out of anything but cold – I pulled back. He stood wide-eyed, his pink lips still parted, looking inviting. "Awake yet?"
"I – it – I…yes." I laughed and strolled towards the castle. Harry sped up, and his hand slipped into mine. "Prat."
"Love you, too."
"Do you think the others have been looking for us?"
"Perhaps. Does it really matter?"
"I guess not." He pushed the castle doors open and we smiled as the pleasant buzz of chatter filled our ears. It seemed people were already eating dinner. We strolled into the Great Hall, and he pulled me close so that our sides pressed together. It suddenly dawned on me how strange it was that we could walk confidently through these halls, without a care of what others thought. How long ago had it been that I was running out, frustrated at Pansy, afraid to say anything? Now people didn't even look twice at us.
As we walked toward the table, Granger, Thomas, Blaise, and Weasley greeted us with enthusiastic smiles and waves. We laughed before smiling back, and we eased in right next to them. I found myself wondering when I had become such a Gryffindor. And Blaise too, for that matter? There was still the slightest air of discomfort surrounding him, yet he still seemed fine enough as long as he was with Thomas.
"Uuh, whoon –" Weasley began.
"Ron, finish eating before you say anything. It's disgusting," Granger interrupted. "I'll apologise for him. He's too excited to care if he's being rude. Excited over something incredibly stupid, might I add." She rolled her eyes before taking a polite, small sip from her water. "Where have you two been?"
"You know, just out." Harry leaned his head against my shoulder and smiled. I felt a slight blush reach my cheeks, and instead looked up at Granger again.
"We were just talking in the forest. Harry fell asleep." A smiled blossomed on her face, and I regretted saying anything.
"Oh, that's so cute! Isn't that cute, Ron?" Weasley's mouth hung open, food protruding out as he looked at us with disgust. He swallowed before mumbling something under his breath.
"What was that, Weasley?" I arched an eyebrow.
"I said that whatever you to do in your spare time is fine with me as long as you don't tell us the details."
"Are you honestly that thick, Weasley? I said that Harry fell asleep. We were talking. Just because we're together doesn't mean we need to shag every five seconds." Harry's face turned crimson.
"Actually, I might object to that. I think shagging every five seconds sounds like a wonderful idea," Harry muttered, mockingly battering his eyelashes at me. Weasley gagged and Granger stared at us disapprovingly. "Anyway, Ron, tell us what you wanted to," he added quickly.
"Oh, right, tell 'em, Dean!"
Thomas looked at us before leaning in close. "So, I thought since things have been kind of stressful around here recently, we could just have a party, defuse the tension. Have a little fun." He winked and Blaise smirked. They seemed like mirror images of each other for a moment, and I laughed. "So, I've managed to get a few of the House Elves to smuggle us some Firewhiskey. They're going to keep it quiet. All they asked was that Hermione keep away with all of her S.P.E.W rubbish."
"It isn't rubbish! I told you this was a perfectly awful idea."
"Actually, Hermione, I think it's brilliant," Harry said, his smile pulled from ear to ear. "I think we need to relax, and a little Firewhiskey will help do the trick. Plus, a little alcohol never hurt anyone. You need to stop being so uptight about everything. Have a little fun. Please?" His wide-eyed puppy dog look was so far from convincing that I couldn't help but snort. He merely elbowed me in the stomach. My smirk transformed into a scowl. But Granger nodded.
"See, told you she'd agree," Thomas said, boastingly. "Just live a little. It'll be fine, I promise. Nothing dangerous, nothing terrible."
"You didn't mind so much last time," Weasley piped in. "You're just upset because now you can't force those awful rules onto the poor house elves."
"They're not awful!"
"They are a bit, Granger, and everyone's doing it. Just put down a book. As much as I hate that these words are coming out of my mouth, Weasley's right. The only reason you're angry is because the bargain involved you. You've done it before, and it won't be any different. Just a usual party, and none of the teachers will have to know about it. We'll have fun. Honest."
"Well, alright, but I'm not too happy about this. Hopefully, it will at least be small."
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It was anything but small. Every Gryffindor and even a few Ravenclaws had heard about the party. Somehow throughout the day it had spread. Granger had been increasingly worried that the professors had heard about it. But even if they did, none mentioned it. Perhaps if they had, they turned a blind eye to it, pretending they hadn't. Perhaps they knew everyone needed to have a little fun. Hell, if they weren't finding their own ways of releasing stress. In any case, it was certainly entertaining, and as the night dragged on, everyone seemed increasingly drunk.
I had worn jeans especially for the occasion as well as some sort of a plain t-shirt. I had let Harry pick my outfit on the conditions that I could pick his. He had chosen asimple black shirt, one that slipped easily over my head. Although he insisted on adding eye liner, I refused, and after seeing that his pouting didn't work, he agreed. I had enough make-up for a lifetime, or so it 's outfit was slightly more elaborate, and I managed to find a nice evergreen button-up that clung to his chest. He looked fucking gorgeous, and with the ripped, dark jeans, it seemed like nothing could make him look more attractive. If I couldn't keep my hands off him before, I was going to end up molesting him by the end of the night at this rate.
It seemed like I wasn't the only one wishing to trace my lust onto his fine frame. Everyone seemed to go mental when Parvati and Lavender started snogging, even though the kiss was certainly induced by alcohol. Neither seemed to notice what was happening, the cheers of boys rosearound them as they stripped each other's shirts, pressing their almost-naked bodies against each other and groping every inch of skin they could find.
"I think I'm going to be sick."
Blaise, standing stiffly beside me, nodded, but didn't say anything. His eyes turned away, and instead they lay on Thomas. It was the smallest sign of affection, but when a slight smile rose from those lips, it was obvious how much more he cared than he was willing to admit.
"You know, he really loves you," I said, nudging him towards Thomas.
"I don't know what you're talking about." The smile disappeared from his lips, and he faced me with a stony expression.
"Look, I know you don't want to be some lovey-dovey Gryffindor, but you already practically live in the dorm, you might as well accept it fully."
"Not all of us can be as perfect with our decisions as you, Draco," he said, a sneer now on his face. His cloak trailed behind him as he turned on his heels and left.
"Well, that went well," I muttered to myself before taking another swig of Firewhiskey. The liquid poured down like molten lava, leaving a pleasant, warm buzz in my mouth and throat.
"He just needs more time. You're doing the right thing encouraging him, Draco," Harry muttered, his eyes slightly unfocused. "Come on, let's just go have some fun. The music's playing. I'm God-awful at dancing." With that, he pulled me over, and grasped my hands. His were sweaty and trembling. His eyes looked straight at me, and he squeezed. Yet before anything else could happen, he was swinging them back and forth, and his eyes crinkled as he laughed. He was off-beat, and stepped on my toes every once in a while. He was true enough when he said he couldn't dance, but I went along, not caring what others thought. I felt…happy.
The beat continued, and although the lyrics were drowned out in the sounds of the party, Harry mouthed something that clearly wasn't meant to fit in. His feet bounced up and down, and he moved with amazing energy for someone as drunk as he was. I couldn't help but smile when he pressed his lips to my neck and lapped at the skin. My arms went to slip around his waist, but soon he pulled back again, laughing elatedly and twirling like a terrible show-off.
When the song ended, he let go, and the music screeched to a halt. "Oi, everyone, listen up!" Everyone seemed to listen for one reason or another, and all eyes turned on Thomas.
"Let's play a game. Everyone over here." People crowded around, and Harry squeezed through the crowd, pulling me to the front. In front of Thomas and Blaise were many shot glasses, all clearly filled with Firewhiskey. "Alright, so you all probably can tell what in these shot glasses." There was a general consenting murmur. "There's this game called Russian roulette – a Muggle game – and the point is that everyone takes a chance, but only one person gets hurt. I don't think the aim is to kill, as it is with that – err – Muggle game, but I thought I'd spice things up a little. In one of these glasses, I've put lust potion. I've masked all the glasses with the same smell, so you won't know which has it." A collective intake of breath and whispers rose through the people. "Who wants to take the first glass and see if it's theirs?"
Some Ravenclaw turned out to be the first one to volunteer. We sat in a giant circle, the furniture lazily moved to the side with a few spells. Granger seemed flustered when she grabbed her glass, and it was clear just from her look how bad of an idea she thought this was. But just to be sure, she verbally added that thought as well. Everyone went around, Harry and I as well, and we blinked, looking around the circle.
"It should take some ten minutes for it to kick in, but when it does, I'm sure we'll all be excited to see who the target is."
"Target?" Finnegan slurred?
"Well, they'll be lusting after someone, won't they?" Thomas added. "Maybe even someone who doesn't particularly have feelings for them. It just goes to the person you're most attracted to."
"What if that person doesn't happen to be your boyfriend?" some girl I didn't recognise asked. A chuckle went through the crowd. "Oh, he's not here. I don't think he knows I'm here. He's cute and all, but, if he finds out…" Blaise just grinned, his smile almost predatory.
"Well, no one ever said it wasn't going to be a safe game." She blushed but nodded. It made sense. No one did these things because they were safe. That was half the fun, wasn't it – taking risks?
"Well, we'll be seeing who it is any second now," Thomas added, and I looked around, hoping to suddenly see two people snogging, maybe even clothes stripped.
"Can't wait to see who it is," I muttered to Harry, eyes still scanning the crowd. "Could be anyone, but I don't think it's me. I'm not feeling anything. Kind of relieved, I have to add." There was no response. "What about you Harry?" None. I looked over, and saw Harry's eyes glazed over. He looked at me hungrily, and suddenly lunged at me, knocking me over to the ground. His lips brushed against my neck, and his tongue darted out, tasting my skin. Shit, it felt amazing, and he somehow hit the most sensitive spots, sending warm tinges throughout my body. A moan escaped him lips, and he pulled back before grabbing my arms roughly shoving them upwards. One hand pinned them up there, and I made no move to struggle as he straddled above me.
Several cat-calls echoed throughout the room, and I remembered that other people were in the room. I was about to make a move to struggle when Harry's other hand suddenly reached down, palming my erection. Pleasure shot up through me, and the most delicious, amazing feeling shot through me.
"You look so fuckable right now. I can just see you bending over, your tight, little, untouched arse just begging me to pound in." I opened my mouth the say something, anything in response. I was sure I looked so weak right now, but then his hand pushed down, and I arched upwards, any words lost in a strangled choke. His lips reached down and he slowly, teasingly kissed my forehead, that – fuckyes – spot behind my ear, my cheeks. Hewrapped his lips with mine – drawing another moan from me – my neck, lower and lower. I couldn't hear anything but glorious white noise, and everything was blinded by the warm – sweet Gods – fucking brilliant feeling that seeped through me.
"Oh Gods," someone's excited whisper breeched my thoughts, but it was quickly brushed aside when Harry grabbed the edge of my shirt, yanking up and pulling it over my head. There were several gasps around the room, and my mind snapped to them.
"What's that, on his arms?"
"It's just like his face."
"I didn't know he had scars. I didn't think he had fought as well."
I didn't need to look to know what they were talking about. I felt a brief flash of fury as I thought of my father's lasting effects, the battle wounds which would likely never go away. Harry looked up as well before draping himself over me, the tip of his tongue dragging against my scars in the most erotic way possible. I could feel his hard cock press against mine, and my thoughts turned to white noise again as I rubbed desperately against him for friction.
One hand held my hands up again, and his head bobbed down to my chest as he slowly took a nipple into his mouth. Fuckfuckfuck, my mind blanked, and I wassure that if I was saying anything, it was pure gibberish at this point. My back lifted off the floor, and I lifted my head, only to painfully smackit back down as his tongue made the most exquisite movements. Tasting, feeling, oh Gods, it was perfect.
His hands release me, and I tangled my fingers into his hair, pulling through the soft locks and shoving his head down, thrashing and arching up to meet his movements. When his head finally pulled back, I could already feel the burn building up in the pit of my stomach. I was so fucking close. Harry's eyes locked with mine, and I gasped. They seemed to have darkened into a deep emerald. There was nothing but raw emotions – need and lust overpowering everything else – but he was beyond gorgeous. When his lips touched mine, I could barely breathe and pushed back against him, struggling to convey what I felt through this kiss.
"So fuckin' beautiful," he whispered. His fingers trailed down my chest and the button on my jeans popped undone. He grinned and continued snogging with full force as his hand slipped underneath, roughly grabbing my cock and pulling down. I cried out, feeling my chest constrict.
"So close." It came out strangled, detached, as if it weren't from me. Yet Harry only grinned, pulling himself up to an angle where he could slip another hand down. I gasped as he tightly wrapped his hand around the base.
"Well, too bad. I don't want to see you come until I'm inside you, until you're screaming, and I can see you writhing beneath me." Mystomach constricted again, this time painfully.
I went to move my hands but found them had somehow been bound up above my head. At least, they couldn't move.
"I wouldn't want you spoiling my fun, love," he breathed. I moved from side to side, but he merely chuckled, seeming more insane. Then, without warning, his words morphed into something I couldn't understand, and I screamed, desperately needing that release.
"Please." Pride be dammed. His hand jerked down once more, playing over the head, and he released his tight grip, grinning maliciously. Everything seemed to burst within me, and stars flew in front of my eyes. Every bit of the tingling sensation felt millions of times better than before, and it seemed to flow through me like a violent torrent. I couldn't even hear the scream leaving my lips, but I knew it was there. Every part of me glowed, and I finally rested my head back down on the ground, the pulsating starting to disappear and the heat in my stomach fading away.
Harry's eyes still gazed hungrily at me, and it was only then, amidst the horrible silence that I remembered that there were others in the room. I weakly turned my head over and saw mixed expressions, from lustful to horrified. Weasley was looking away, and Granger looked beyond revolted. Her eyes were closed, and she looked as if she had just witnessed the most scarring moment of her life. Other people stared wide-eyed, looking as appetised as possible. In fact, several girls had the same look on their faces Harry did.
And here I was, centre of the stage, bearing come-stained jeans and now-crimson cheeks. Stutters left my mouth, attempting to explain what had just happened. But there were no words. Nothing could justify what had just happened. Thomas stared in shock, unsure whether or not he should've been turned-on by that, which, according to the bulge in his pants, he had been. Blaise merely smirked, his eyes half-lidded and challenging. I couldn't even bear to look.
My head snapped away, and I weakly attempted to pull myself up, trying to run away. Oh Gods, oh fuck what had I done? I had just had an orgasm in front of how many people? But Harry's hands latched onto my legs and pulled me down. His hands placed themselves on my hips and he pulled me down so that I was suddenly straddling him. The sudden movement, however, caused me to topple on top of him. I yelped as I crashed down to the floor, attempting to pick myself up unsuccessfully. Instead, all I could feel was his erection pressed against my thigh.
"You're not going to leave me like this, are you?" His somehow sounded desperate yet commanding at the same time. What was I supposed to do? I knew he wouldn't leave me alone, but I couldn't bear to even stay a few moments longer with these people. My face felt as if it had been light aflame, and the stain on my jeans served as a reminder.
"That's enough! If you're going to continue this, go upstairs!" Granger finally snapped. Her eyes glared at me, yet there were protests and consents. Some girls wanted me to stay – no surprise – and then there were people like Weasley who desperately wanted me to leave.
"I don't think I'll ever look at you two the same way," he mumbled, his head buried into his knees. "Ever."
I grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him up. He immediately pressed me against the wall, and I felt – if it were even possible – myself start to get turned on again. Hispersistence and strength with me was so animalistic and within me started to stir. "Shit." Harry merely grinned and I pulled him upstairs by his hand. He seemed reluctant to leave at first, but when he realised where we were going, he changed his mind right away.
He roughly shoved me against the door, and his lips attacked mine again. His fingers roamed down to his own pants, and with a frantic edge he began to unbutton his pants, tugging impatiently. As if he needed this more than anything. And as if I weren't lost enough, he switched to Parseltongue.
If I had doubted before my arousal, it was clear by now. With the first foreign words hissed into my ear, I was lost. I melted into his touch, fiddling behind me with the door handle. I had to get to the fucking bed! Harry whispered something in my ear. It had to have been a command, although I had no clue what he was saying. Still, I watched with wide-eyes as he pulled his shirt off and let if fall onto the floor, brushing it aside with his feet as he strode towards me. His hands grabbed my shoulders, and I fell to the bed, bouncing as he fell on top of me. His hand reached over, and with a lazy flick, he locked the door. He hissed something that sounded vaguely possessive, and I moaned as my cock painfully pressed against my constricting pants. His fingers hooked onto the waistline and pulled down.
He stared down at the bulge in my boxers and looked up to give me a wicked grin. I shivered, and moaned as his lips latched onto my shoulder, sucking, tasting. Fuck, oh, he couldn't stop. And when my boxers finally slid down, stared at me. I felt exposed, but he devoured my mere image so much, I couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen next. He took off his pants and boxers slowly, tauntingly, watching as my eyes widened and I all-but drooled. He looked so appetising, I simply needed a taste. I licked the head tentatively, but his hand slammed forth, and he roughly flipped me over. I couldn't do this. I couldn't let him fuck me.
"Stay," the s lingered longer, and I moaned as his fingers trailed down my back.
"I can't do this," I somehow managed to protest, making no move to move. It was against everything I stood for to let him do this. Yet what the hell was it I stood for anyway? All these worries drowned when his head slipped down and hot breaths covered my arse.
"Oh, really?" With that, his tongue pushed past the puckered ring of muscles, and danced inside, fluttering, exciting me. My heart twittered in an uneven pattern, and I clutched the sheets, wondering whether it was possible to tear this cloth.
Yet the glorious tongue disappeared and was replaced soon enough with cold and nothing. I sighed at lack of contact, but immediately stiffened as I felt an unexpected feeling fill me up. Something that wasn't a tongue entered inside of me, and his finger wriggled around. I gasped at the foreign sensation, but shifted slightly, desperate for more. It didn't hurt yet.
That was, until he added another two fingers, equally as slicked. Yet now with this much, all I could feel was a pain spreading about me. I went to protest, but he refused to let me speak, instead only grinning like a madman. "You look so beautiful," he reminded me. I blushed, and just at that moment, he hit something within me – a little bundle of nerves. Again, something within me exploded, and I knew what it was like to feel alive. Everything dimmed and he grinned. "Found it." His English faded to Parseltongue again, and I could only make incoherent noises again.
Before I could say anything, his fingers pulled out, and instead something much larger pressed against the hole. I sighed and took a steadying breath, hoping to relax. But not matter how relaxed I was, the pain was there. It spread throughout me, like a puddle of blood, and I groaned, hating the feeling. Harry eased in slowly, but his face still looked completely under a spell. There was pure need behind his stare.
When finally he rammed into me, impaling himself, I screamed, and Harry threw his head back. He didn't give a fuck what I thought. He wanted it his way for once. And yet there were no regrets or worries. For once I didn't care that I wasn't on top, controlling what was going on. Because when Harry hit that spot again, his cock burying itself within me, we both made wonderful sounds of lust and joy. And, Gods, he looked beautiful, his face thrown in ecstasy. He set a steady rhythm, and he'd pull out all the way, just to push completely in. It was harsh and brutal, but fucking amazing. Completely different than I'd imagined. Just the feeling of being filled. His hands too worked in jerky movements at my weeping cock, and I groaned. Harry's lips met mine for one final time before he pulled back, whispering, "Come for me, Draco."
I could stand it no longer, that feeling of pressure building up, and those words sent me over the edge. I spurted across his chest, and he cried out, my name on his lips. His release filled within me, I felt wet and sticky, yet not disgusting. In fact, if anything, I would've said I felt glorious. Nothing could touch me. Waves of satisfied after-pleasure crashed over me. He still moaned out, his lips parted wide, looking like a desperate kisser, and my tongue, for once, beat his.
We just lay there after that, and I wondered how awkward it would be in the morning. He lay beside me, arms wrapped around, pressing butterfly kisses to my back and neck. I was too spent, though, and my sleep slowly drifted in. I welcomed it happily, almost wishing I wouldn't have to face the consequences tomorrow. It was going to be painful having this many people make fun of me. Still, I felt the warmth of no thoughts greet me soon enough.
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I opened my eyes to find Harry pressing his temple and looking utterly depressed. "Oh, Merlin, we didn't do that. Please tell me that was just all part of my dream." He gripped my shoulders. The braveness I had seen had fled, and he was only left looking like a helpless child.
"I – well, just a little bit."
"Just a little bit?" He looked down at the come-stained sheets, and then wracked down my body. There were red welts – bite marks – down my neck and shoulders. "Oh, fuck. FUCK!"
"But you were under the effect of lust potion. They can't blame you."
"Doesn't mean they won't. God, in front of all of those people… Fucking hell." I could hear his breathing speed up, and I wrapped my arms around him, and I rubbed my thumb in circles around his shoulder, trying to help him stop being so tense. It seemed to work well enough. He leaned back, and simply stared up at me, his eyes wide. A tentative smile formed on his face, and I ruffled his hair.
"And in any case, if anyone gets made fun of, it'll be me. I looked so submissive in front of all of those people…" I put on a mask, trying not to show him how scared I was too for people's responses. After all, I was trying to comfort him. Yet he wasn't fooled. Quickly he flipped over, and pressed a small kiss to my lips. I smiled at the familiar taste of vanilla, and sighed.
"So they'll make fun of both of us. As if they haven't before. We can get through it together this time as well. I mean, hell, I have to save the world. If I can't get through a little taunting, I'm hopeless, right?" Supressed sadness coated his voice, and I gave him a semi-smile.
"C'mon, let's get up. We'll have to face them sooner or later." We threw on our robes and unveiled the curtains, only to see Weasley still getting ready. Apparently, he had woken up similarly to us. He took one look at us and turned green.
"I – I – you should go." His face turned away, and, perhaps subconsciously, his arms wrapped around himself almost protectively.
"Look, Ron," Harry began, striding forward and laying a hand on his shoulder. Weasley jerked and threwhis hand off.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not angry at you, but I just can't look at you guys right now without thinking… Someone should've stopped you."
"It's called a lust potion for a reason, Weasley." I tried sounding braver than I felt.
"Yeah, and I felt as if I was the one getting violated. You didn't put up much of a fight, did you?" he glared at me as if this was somehow my fault.
"No, but let's see you try to stop something like that. Say someone – I don't know, Granger or Lavender or someone – suddenly pounced on you, squeezing your tiny, little prick. Do you think you could just say no?"
His face turned crimson, and he stuttered, failing to form a proper response. But, still, his eyes avoided us, and as soon as he finished with the clasp on his robes, he snatched his wand and strode out of the room, mumbling to himself under his breath.
"Well, that went well." Harry sounded far from pleased. I could understand why.
"As much as I hate admitting this, I can't blame the Weasel. I'm sure it must be awkward to look at us. After all, we didn't exactly behave like gentlemen yesterday." I paused. "What did it feel like?"
"The potion?" I nodded. "Well, I started to feel slightly lightheaded, but then it just hit me. I suddenly felt powerful, and… well, it felt like everything I wanted had to come true. Like I would make it come true, no matter what. No one could stop me. And then I saw you, your cheeks slightly pink. You were just looking around, but when your eyes hit me…" Harry shivered, his eyes closing. "I knew I needed to fuck you right then and there. I needed to see you underneath me. You looked so gorgeous and vulnerable. I couldn't control anything. Fuck, you were mine."
I flushed as he described it, stronger memories of last night flooding me again. I could feel his hands roaming around me, grasping every inch of skin. The glorious feeling as he lick and bit at me, as his hand reached down. Lower and lower. As it grabbed my cock, and as he stared at me with those half-lidded eyes; green penetrating and overflowing with need.
"Stop," I choked. "I can't…" He seemed to understand and his head bowed down.
"Sorry. I just – let's just hope it doesn't happen again." I smiled, and started walking out of the dormitories. The common room was empty, and it wasn't until the halls that we started seeing people. And started getting suggestive looks.
"Oi, Malfoy, you two were hot and heavy last night. Would you might putting on another lovely display for us?" some Ravenclaw chanted. She winked, and both Harry and I blushed. "Oh, oh, no, Harry, don't stop. Please," she mimicked, and I felt a terrible urge to punch her. This was not going to be any easy day.
"Shut it."
"Ooh, I'm scared. What are you going to do? Beg for it?" She walked off laughing, and Harry buried his head into my neck.
"Let's just hide in the dormitories all day."
"C'mon, Harry, we can do it." He looked sceptical, but followed my lead. Several people cat-called, or grinned at us, and others gave us similar commentary as the Ravenclaw. A few edged away, and other simply glared. But now it seemed that everyone had heard of what had happened. Even people I was sure hadn't had been at the party seemed to look at us knowingly. Harry and I attempted to shrink into the walls, but it wasn't until the Great Hall that he even whimpered into my neck.
"Never again," I moaned as what had to have been a first year smirked at me. I was getting teased by fuckin' first years. This was miserable.
"Oh, hello Harry. Draco." Lovegood pulled up from behind us and smiled serenely.
"Hello." Harry reached up to rub his temples.
"Oh, have a headache? Well, that's unfortunate."
"I think we both have headaches after what happened last night," I murmured, wrapping my arm around his waist, and leaning against him.
"There are potions to cure hangovers, you know." She seemed serious. I sighed. Leave it to Lovegood to treat it as if nothing had happened.
"I think we're fine."
She smiled, and walked with us towards the Gryffindor table.
"Oh, it's you two." Granger was looking at us with a nervous expression. "Err, maybe I should go."
"Now, now, Hermione," one of the twins said.
"Just because they were having fun last night –"
"Doesn't mean you should be jealous." They grinned at us, and chuckled. "Seemed pretty intense last night."
"Err, yeah," Harry said, biting his lower lip nervously.
"Oh, is that why you two have headaches?" Luna asked. She seemed a little slow on the intake. "That's nothing to worry about. Lust potion does that to everyone." She sounded so matter-a-fact about it."
"But in front of all of those people…" Harry's face turned even redder. "No one's ever going to let me forget this."
As if on cue, Blaise and Thomas walked in. The moment they saw us, identical smirks formed on their faces.
"Malfoy, never saw you as the submissive type," Thomas said, cocking his head to one side.
"Or so desperate or keen to beg. And I never took you to be so rough, Potter. Was his tight, little hole really begging for you to pound in?" They laughed, and I felt Harry twitch beside me, as if he wanted to lunge across the table. I knew I did too, and it was difficult to resist the urge.
"Oh, what Blaise, jealous it wasn't you?" It wasn't anywhere near my standards of a good comeback, but it was as good as I could come up with. Blaise merely rolled his eyes.
"But, hey, do you guys want to go to Hogsmeade next weekend, perhaps? There's gonna be a trip there, and it'd just be fun for us to go." I smiled at the sudden change of conversation. As annoying as they could be, Thomas at least knew when enough was enough. Or, at least, he knew what he was entering dangerous territory with making fun of me.
"Err, sure." I nodded and looked down at Harry, who was nodding as well. I leaned my head down and kissed the back of his neck, before wrapping my arms around him.
"So touchy feely. Gods, I can't even look you two in the face," Weasley muttered.
"Oh, come on, Ron, they're not that bad. And it's over now. If you're really upset, I promise we can smuggle you some lust potion next time. I mean, I know you were hopeful, but not everything can always turn out your way." Weasley sputtered, choking on his pumpkin juice.
"No, no, it's alright!" I laughed. Maybe things would turn out okay after all. It seemed like the majority of the teasing by them was out of the way. They'd never let me forget, true enough, but the moment we'd most been dreading was at least over. Others would probably still tease us. In fact, I could see a Ravenclaw pointing at us, but I didn't care. I felt like I belonged for once. We were having a nice enough time. I knew where I was supposed to be, and with whom. I don't know how I had survived with Pansy and Theo for this many years. Societal views be dammed, this was so much better. Harry managed to keep things fun, and as much as it pained me to admit it, his friends weren't half-bad either. And at least Thomas and Blaise could understand what we were going through. Yup, I had found my place at Hogwarts.
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The fire cackled and its light danced around the spaciousroom. Blaise and Thomas were curled up on the armchair, while Harry and I lounged across the couch. Despite the fact that it was only us, Blaise still looked uncomfortable, and I could tell that he was worrying about coming off as too weak and Gryffindor-ish. I wasn't the one he had to worry about, though. I had long ago abandoned my Slytherin ideals.
"When do you think Hermione and Ron will be able to look at us without blushing?" Harry asked. My hand lay on his thigh, and he looked at the fire as if mesmerised.
"It'll probably be a while, mate," Thomas said sympathetically. "That was fuck-hot what you two did."
"Fuck-hot? Don't you mean embarrassing?" I asked, scoffing. They couldn't be serious.
"No, I mean, fuck-hot. I couldn't help but be turned on. Even Blaise got a hard-on."
"I did not!" Blaise shoved him off and sat up, glaring angrily.
"Really, then what was it that was pressing against my thigh? Your wand?" Blaise stuttered and turned red.
"Fuck you."
"You won't let me." Blaise seemed to calm down slightly at the joke, and his body relaxed.
"You actually thought it was hot?" Harry asked, sounding horrified more than anything else.
"Gods, yes. Malfoy's face was just… And the sounds you two were making. The way you were holding him down, and he was just letting you do whatever you wanted. Fuck, when your hands slipped down his pants. " Thomas shivered.
"Oh, so it doesn't matter who it is as long as shagging's involved!" I sighed. Blaise was being stubborn and ridiculous.
"Blaise, you know that's not what I mean. C'mon, you told me you thought it was hot as well." Thomas grabbed his hand as Blaise stood up, and tried to stop him. But Blaise was being…well, Blaise, and an ever-persistent Slytherin.
"Get off of me. Fuck you! Get off." He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Thomas. "I'm not a weakling like you. I'm not afraid to do it." Thomas backed up with rueful eyes.
"Blaise, please, calm down."
"Who are you to tell me what to do – a half-blood Gryffindor prick? Sometimes I even wonder why I gave up everything for you." He stormed off, up the stairs. All was quiet for a moment, and Harry and I stumbled for words. Thomas looked away, his face obscured in shadow.
"I think I'm going to…" His voice cracked, and as much as he was trying to hide it, I could tell he was crying. "Blaise's just is upset. I need to talk to him." With that, he sprinted up the stairs, leaving Harry and I alone in the room.
"Bloody hell." Harry leaned his head into the couch.
"I think Blaise is just possessive."
"I don't care why Zabini's acting like this! Look at Dean. How can he stand that?"
"He knows it's who Blaise is. He has this Slytherin built into him, and it's going to take something serious to break it. But Thomas doesn't care. Just like Blaise knows Thomas will always be a Gryffindor. They just don't know how to handle it sometimes."
"I feel bad for Dean, though."
"Don't get me wrong, I do too. But, hell, it's the same way with us. I'm always going to be a bit of a prick, and you'll have to save the world, but I'm not letting go. You just think it's a part of who you are. And even if you break my jaw again, I'm going to face You-Know-Who with you."
Harry turned around so that we faced each other. Our lips were centimetres apart, and I leaned forward, brushing them together. Harry's eyes closed, as did mine, and I sighed. My fingers reached up to his hair, and I pulled through, and his jaw went slack. My tongue attacked, and I soaked in that wonderful vanilla. Harry was desperate for contact, and his fingers went to my hips. I pulled back, letting out a breathy laugh, before latching onto his neck. Gods, what was wrong with us? We couldn't let go of each other. Every moment possible we seemed to latch onto each other.
"So, they said we looked hot, did they?" Harry asked, pulling back and breathing harshly. I grinned and pressed another kiss to his neck. A moan escaped his lips.
"I don't blame them. You look fuck-hot to me as well." His fingers fumbled at my clothes, and I reached toward him again.
"Care to prove them right?" His shirt and mine shed to the ground, as we grinned at each other. There was a crackle or two from the fire before I responded.
"Oh, believe me, it'd be my pleasure."
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We strolled out of the Three Broomsticks, all chatting happily. There was nothing better than Butterbeer, freedom, and a gorgeous day. Well, there probably were several things better if I really wanted to think about it, but for the moment, I was happy. Thomas kept on nervously glancing at Blaise, but even he seemed to have relaxed. Ever since the little outburst, things had been slightly tense between the two, but it seemed to have finally cooled down. It wasn't as if Blaise was holding his hand, but at least he was smiling.
"Can we go to Honeydukes?" Harry asked. Everyone seemed to agree with this idea, and we set off, smiling and talking – about school, about Quidditch, about how we were.
"Everyone, back to Hogwarts!" It was Professor McGonagall's voice. Her voice was breathy and alarmed, and her hair pulled out of its usual neat bun, as if she had been pulling her hands through it.I looked around, only to find her running towards us. People were walking towards Hogwarts, looking completely confused. Yet she kept moving towards us. "Stop dawdling! You must get back to Hogwarts." Her hands flailed, and she frantically waved us forth.
"What's happened, Professor?" Harry asked, eyes wide. What could've been so important they would send us all back?
"There's – I'm afraid there's been a mass breakout from Azkaban, Potter. You have to get back. Hogsmeade isn't safe. Oh, my…"
A giant crack resounded, and we turned around. A man with a proud posture stood in his Death Eater robes, his mask obscuring his face. Something about his stance seemed familiar. His wand moved, blocking McGonagall's spell. Harry had pulled out his wand, but I stood in pulled his arm. "We can't fight this!"
"Well, we can't just leave. I can't leave McGonagall to die." He barely blocked a spell, and I noticed that everyone else had pulled out their wands as well. There was another resounding crack as another Death Eater appeared. Lights flashed, and I grabbed my wand as well, just in time.
"Protego!" I barely managed to block the spell. And yet, then it happened. A spell hit McGonagall, and she flew, crashing into the wall. The other Death Eater cackled evilly – Bellatrix – and Disapparated. The other's mask slipped off. My father sneered at us. My throat constricted and I felt tears forming at my eyes. It couldn't be. I could feel the pain returning, the memories, Harry unconscious. I froze.
"Bombarda!" My father screamed. The spells missed us and hit the walls of Honeydukes behind us, sending the walls crumpling. A giant cloud of dust came from the debris, obscuring our vision. My father's voice boomed out again. "Avada Kedavra!" There was a crack as he Disapparated. Silence. A cough or two.
"Harry!"
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