A/N: Hey, look! A new chapter. Sorry people. I'd have had this up a day or so ago, but I've been busy, then got sick. Draining crap. Anyhow, this chapter reads differently than the ones before it. Instead of breaking up Harry and Draco's reactions into their own chapters, I have a side-by-side comparison here. This is how I've been writing my other story and thought it should apply here, too. All subsequent chapters will likely (though no guarantees) follow in this vein. Enjoy! Oh! And this is the longest chapter yet! Kind of makes up for the shortest chapter yet from last time, huh? ;)
Waking Up
Chapter 5: Turning Tables
Harry didn't know why he'd done it. He hadn't even been thinking about Malfoy (much) and he certainly hadn't been dwelling on yesterday's kiss (well, not completely). He'd admit (to himself, at least) that he'd stolen several glances at Malfoy during lunch and dinner yesterday. At lunch he'd been a bit embarrassed. He really wasn't the type to go sneaking off with his affairs. And lying to Ron and Hermione about what had taken him so long to get back had him nervous. But by dinner he was back to normal. He thought he deserved some manner of revenge on Malfoy for accosting him in the first place. Though this revenge was going to take a much more interesting turn than usual.
Harry hadn't known what he was going to do to Malfoy or when he would do it. He had still been thinking when Hermione dragged him and Ron to the library last night. And then he'd seen Malfoy and Malfoy had teased him. Harry really couldn't take that lying down. He kicked his plans for revenge up the timeline considerably. They would settle this soon.
And thus Harry had found himself in the owlery early this morning writing a note to Malfoy. He had to use a school owl to delivery it, much to the annoyance of Hedwig, but he couldn't risk anyone knowing he was writing to Malfoy. At least not yet. He was sure the information would leak eventually, but he planned to be the one that decided when and how it did.
Draco looked quite surprised when he read Harry's note, but Harry read no objection in his expression. And in true Malfoy fashion, Draco had slipped the note into his robes and continued on as if nothing was amiss. Yes, Harry knew he would see him tonight.
The rest of that day was kind of a blur for Harry. He couldn't say what he'd done as he really hadn't been paying attention. It was a good thing it was Sunday so this lack of focus didn't affect his schoolwork. He was sure neither McGonagall nor Snape would appreciate it overmuch. Turns out neither Ron nor Hermione appreciated it, either.
"Harry, are you even listening?" Hermione asked him. By her tone, he guessed she'd been trying to talk to him for awhile now.
He focused on her. "I'm sorry, what?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "Really Harry, I've been asking you about your Potions assignment for the last several minutes. Where is your attention today?"
Ron chimed in with a, "Yeah, mate. You've barely heard a word I've said all day. You've been distracted like this since before breakfast. What's up?"
Harry really didn't know what to tell them. He hadn't bothered to come up with a plausible excuse for his distraction because he hadn't actually planned to be distracted. "Er…" he said, "just got a lot on my mind today." He really didn't know what else to say. He couldn't tell them what, much less who, was on his mind. And if he said it was schoolwork, Hermione would go nuts with the study schedules again.
"Yes, Harry, we can see that. And I can also see you don't particularly want to tell us what it is you're thinking about. Perhaps we should continue this study session tomorrow?" was Hermione's response.
At this, Ron looked a lot happier. He didn't know what was bothering Harry, but clearly anything that got him away from studying was alright with him.
"Er, yeah. That'd be great," Harry said. At least he wouldn't have to try to pay attention anymore. He packed up his things and left the library. Ron followed soon after.
"Hey Harry, wait up!" the redhead called.
Harry really hoped Ron didn't try to come with him or ask him further about his mood. Harry needed more time to plan. Or maybe he'd just show up and wing it. That usually worked.
"Where ya headed, mate?" Ron asked him.
"Um, I was just thinking about going out on my broom. Clear my head a bit." That sounded alright, right? It actually wasn't a bad idea.
"Oh, that sounds great! Mind if I join you?"
Yes. He would mind, really. Ron would never let him escape in time to see Malfoy.
"Er, not this time, alright? I just need to be alone for awhile."
Harry could see the disappointment in the taller boy's eyes. "I'll see you later tonight, though, right?" he asked.
"Yeah, you bet. We'll play games and I'll let you beat me at Wizard's Chess until Hermione forces us to go to bed," Harry answered.
Ron's eyes lit with the challenge. Harry never let him win. Harry pretty much sucked. His pieces always yelled at him. It looked like Ron was looking forward to reminding him of these facts. "Yeah, alright. Think I'll go beat Dean and Seamus until then. Later, Harry." And with that the redhead left.
Harry sighed in relief. That could have gone worse. He headed for his room to get his broom. Might as well give some validity to the lie in case someone checked later.
Harry flew for an hour or so until it was about 6:30p.m. He'd still come up with no plan for when he had Malfoy alone. He was a Gryffindor. Plans really weren't their thing. They were good at foolhardily rushing into things. Plans were for Slytherins. So Harry'd just wing it. How bad could it be, really?
At 7 Harry was already in the Room and had been waiting for Malfoy for a few minutes. Harry had made the room a neutral place. It was a mix of the Gryffindor and Slytherin common rooms, minus the colors. Harry just didn't think red, gold, silver, and green blended well. Creating the room had initially been a problem. Harry wanted somewhere comfortable (better than a broomstick cupboard) and nonthreatening (as either of their common rooms alone might have been). But Harry didn't want it to be too intimate (like replicating Malfoy's dorm room would have been a bit presumptuous, even if that is where this all started). So Harry had settled on a place designed to make them feel comfortable. Now all that was left was to wait for Malfoy.
Draco arrived at the Room at 7:05p.m. He'd have come later than that, as he believed in being fashionably late, but he really didn't put it past the Gryffindor to leave. Draco couldn't have that. Frankly, he was looking forward to seeing what the little raven had planned for the night.
With the way the bird was acting lately, with his changing moods, Draco was quite curious. Which would he get tonight- shy, innocent-ish Gryffindor; or demanding future lover? Draco privately hoped for the latter. Shy, flighty raven was cute, but Draco wasn't in the mood for cute right now. He wanted demanding, passionate Harry tonight. He'd change the other boy's mood if need be.
It was a little known fact, but Draco had a personal kink for demanding, dominant lovers. Draco had a dominant personality. He was used to being able to control people at will. Having a lover he could tell "move here" or "do that" and they simply complied was no fun. Where was the challenge? These partners brought nothing to the bed but willing bodies. That wasn't enough. That's one of the reasons why Draco favored blokes. They were much less likely to just do as they were told. At least not without just recompense. Draco's favorite lover had been one that got creative. He'd taken Draco's demands for a time, but then had bound Draco to the bed. Being bound like that had been thrilling in an odd way. The helplessness. The loss of control. It was so new to Draco that it had turned him on instantly.
Draco hoped Harry would be similarly adventurous (and really, he was a Gryffindor; how could he not be?). What he had not expected was to walk into a room that looked remarkably like the Slytherin common room mixed with what he could only assume were features of the Gryffindor common room. He'd ask later how Harry even knew what the Slytherin common room looked like. For now he focused on the boy himself. He sat in a chair by one of the fireplaces with his feet kicked up on a table and a book in hand.
"You're late," the raven said, without even looking at Draco, as he flipped a page of the novel.
By the nonchalance of that move, which was practically Slytherin, Draco figured he'd got his wish. The shy Gryffindor was nowhere in sight; but he didn't yet know if he had his demanding partner, either. Maybe this was another side of Harry altogether. How many faces did the boy have? Gryffindors really weren't supposed to be this multifaceted. Brave and stupid, that's all they got.
When Draco failed to give an immediate reply, Harry deigned to look at him. It was no more than a condescending lift of his eyebrow, though, that accompanied the look.
Draco was mesmerized. This boy would have done well in Slytherin. This sly creature would do well in him, er… by him.
Harry put his book down and rose. He clearly figured Draco wasn't going to be moving anytime soon. He was right. With all the thoughts running through Draco's mind, moving had actually taken a back seat. As Harry moved closer to Draco, the blond simply watched him. Harry's walk was positively predatory. Draco supposed this was just revenge for how he'd teased Harry in the library. But he wouldn't consider it a punishment unless Harry didn't allow himself to be touched.
When Harry stepped up to him, he simply looked Draco in the eye for a minute. Draco could see the dampened hungers hidden in the raven's eyes during that time, but the boy wasn't moving. And then Harry was kissing him. And he was everywhere. Lips crushing lips. Hands in Draco's hair, then cupping his arse. Already hard erection grinding into Draco's awakening loins. Draco was awash with sensations. And still Harry was moving. Hands running rampant all over Draco's body. Lips and teeth and tongue on his face, his neck, his shoulders.
And then Harry was gone. It took Draco's pleasure soaked brain a minute to realize the assault had stopped and the tingling in his body was now old. A delayed dying bliss from previous pleasures. Draco blinked owlishly. Where had the boy gone?
Draco was just about to turn and continue his search when a pair of warm lips touched the back of his neck. "Looking for me?" Words whispered against his neck.
"Harry," Draco almost groaned it.
"Mmm. I like it when you say my name." A flick of the tongue as reward.
Draco hadn't even considered it before he'd spoken. The boy flip-flopped in his head between "Harry" and "Potter" mostly, a change Draco was barely aware of. He was lucky Draco hadn't actually called him "Raven" or "Bird." He'd have never gotten the references. Draco was currently inclined to think dragons and ravens were a grand combination. All scorching fires and flighty kisses. Burning passions and fluttery touches. It was an exquisite hell.
Another flick of Harry's tongue had Draco moaning quietly. This was the lover Draco had met in his bed last Saturday. This was the side of Harry he wanted to know. And like last week, he could only take so much of Harry's teasing tongue before he demanded retribution.
A few more kisses and licks soft as butterflies in flight and Draco made to turn around. He had every intention of devouring Harry where he stood. He would swallow the boy whole in one delectable bite and be done with it. But when Draco made a move to this aim, a strong grip on his hips stopped him. Now lean Harry might be, but weak or scrawny he was not.
"Ah ah ah," Draco heard from behind him. "It's my turn." Another kiss to his neck.
Draco made to protest until the hands holding his hips snaked fully around his waist. They ran up and down his sides in firm enough strokes that Draco started to squirm under them. Then the hands moved up to his shoulders and divested him on his robes. And all the while Harry teased the back of his neck and any other skin he could reach given Draco's now restrictive clothes.
Hands ran firmly down his chest, teased quivering stomach muscles, snaked across pelvic flesh, and moved to more interesting southernly regions.
Draco's breath got backed up somewhere in the vicinity of his throat when Harry's fingers played over his desperately aroused flesh. It all whooshed out when said fingers wrapped firmly around him. Draco was all but quivering at the touch. A soft, dry chuckle came from his bird.
Clearly, Draco hadn't known what kind of creature he'd been dealing with. He'd thought he'd caught himself a semi-innocent Gryffindor- brave to the point of stupidity, straightforward in all of his guilelessness, selfless enough to risk survival, and not untried, but with a shyness that said he was not yet worldly. And he got all that, some days. But apparently he also got the Slytherin cunning for mind games and manipulations. The talents for teasing torments and unquestionable control. The practiced nonchalance that spoke of enough masks to fool the masses. It appeared Draco's little raven was actually a falcon in disguise and Draco was feeling every bit the prey to this bird.
And then Harry bit him on the shoulder as those magical fingers continued to work him. Draco was really going to lose it soon. His breath was already coming out in pants and he really couldn't hold still as he tried to thrust himself into Harry's hand in time to match the rhythm Harry had set for himself. With every backward move, he pushed himself onto Harry's very pressing erection, which sent jolts up his body to pool in his stomach and loins. He was surrounded by pleasure on both sides.
When tongue was added to the teeth attacking his shoulder and those wonderful fingers made a twisting move on his lower head, Draco was done for. With a noise with no semblance to coherent speech, Draco came and came hard, his juices soaking through his trousers to stain the hand still stroking him, clearly intent on wringing him for all he was worth. Draco's legs would have given out and he'd have hit the floor if not for the arms surrounding him.
It wasn't until Draco was coming down from his high did anything resembling rational thought enter his head. With a satisfied smile, he realized he'd just been conquered. He'd been completely and utterly destroyed, and he was still mostly dressed. No one else had tried destroying him while clothed, not that he'd let them. But still, Draco had rarely gotten so much out of a hand job. Imagine what the boy could do if there had been no clothes between them. Wait…clothes. He'd just gotten off in his pants. He had to be a mess.
Draco focused back in to rectify this problem and blinked when he saw a very smug looking Harry standing before him. Somewhere amidst Draco's post coital bliss and musings, Potter must have changed positions. Draco might have been annoyed by his lack of notice for this had he not still been riding some residual waves of aforementioned bliss. Since he was feeling so generous, he graced Harry with his satisfied smile again. The boy could clearly see what he'd done to him. No use denying it.
Smug smile still in place, Harry leaned forward and kissed him before stepping back and whipping out his wand for a quick cleaning spell for them. Then he just looked at Draco cheekily. Looked like it was his turn. Draco owed Harry for this and a Malfoy always paid their debts. Draco moved in for his kill.
When Malfoy hadn't shown up on time, Harry resolved he would not just stand around idly until he showed up. He had the room conjure him a book which he pretended to read until Malfoy entered the room. He knew when Draco had arrived, of course, but he kept to his facade of disinterest and said after a moment, "You're late," while flipping a page of the book that had not had his attention since it'd been conjured.
When Draco made no move to either speak or come further in the room, Harry turned to look at him and lifted an eyebrow in question. The boy still made no move; just looked at Harry with a rather interesting expression.
Harry decided the first move would have to be his. He placed his unread book down and rose. He moved toward Draco with thoughts of only making the boy squirm tonight. He would be his.
When Harry stood before the boy, he took a minute to look into his eyes. He didn't know what Draco would see in his eyes, but assumed it would be something along the lines of pure lust. Harry was imagining all the things he could do to Draco, images that had his body reacting before he'd acted on any of them.
Draco really didn't know what he'd gotten himself into with Harry, but the Gryffindor was more than pleased to show him. When debating his tactics, he decided step one ought to be throwing Draco off balance.
To this aim, Harry moved in quick, crushing his lips to Draco's. The dragon tasted marvelous and Harry had a hard time keeping his pleasure separated from his plan. Harry's hands roamed freely about his prey. Hair, sides, arse, back, and everywhere in between. Harry let his pleasures rule for a minute as he used his tongue, teeth, and lips to lay claim to Draco's face and neck and shoulders. Every inch of this dragon was his for the taking and he wanted him all.
When Harry was able to reign in his passions a bit, he stepped back and off. He saw Draco still standing there a bit dazed. The boy had not yet realized his body was no longer under siege. Step one had clearly been a success. Step two: devastate and destroy.
When Harry saw Malfoy returning to his senses, he moved and was at the Slytherin's back with lips against his neck before the blond could turn and look for him. But he asked anyway, "Looking for me?" The words a whispered caress. This step was all about a teasing kind of tortured seduction.
"Harry," the boy half groaned.
"Mmm, I like it when you say my name," was his response. And he did. He wondered how often the boy thought of him as "Harry" instead of "Potter." Since he seemed to be a mix of "Draco" and "Malfoy" in his own head, he thought it only fair. Plus, he liked the sound of his name rolling off the other boy's lips, especially in the throes of passion. He flicked his tongue across his captive's skin to show his pleasure.
Harry continued to play with his dragon in the near silence that followed. Soft touches and kisses earned Harry a slightly squirming lover, but it was another flick of his tongue that elicited a soft moan from Draco. A few more such playful actions and Harry felt Draco try to turn around.
Harry stopped him with a hand on either side of his hips. This was Harry's game. He would not let Draco have control of it. Not yet. "Ah ah ah," he said to his caged reptile. "It's my turn." But he gave his neck another kiss to encourage patience. When he sensed this would not be enough, Harry wound his arms fully around the blond's waist. He moved his hands strongly against a body that fidgeted even more now. Draco might even notice at this point. Harry removed Draco's robes and continued his assault on the blond's exposed skin.
When Harry moved his hands across slightly tempting flesh to much more rewarding territory, he heard Draco's breath catch. He tried not to be too self-satisfied with having gotten such a reaction out of the Slytherin. All the trapped air released heavily when Harry wrapped his fingers around the boy. Harry really couldn't help the small laugh that escaped him in response to this. Malfoy was his.
After a short while of just stroking Malfoy, Harry bit down on his shoulder to give him that burst of pleasure soaked pain that heightened the senses for a minute. Harry enjoyed Malfoy's panting and the thrusting the boy was doing trying to get to the peak of pleasure. His backward lunges were doing fabulously torturous things to Harry's own erection, which he supposed he deserved with what he was currently doing to Draco. All of this would have been much easier sans clothes, but Harry wasn't quite ready to take it to that level yet.
Harry didn't particularly want to rush anything, but his hand was getting tired, so he tried to bring Draco to peak a bit early. With a bit of added tongue and some cleverly twisting fingers (a move Harry had learned through years of self-pleasuring and perfected on his recent lovers), Harry had Draco yelling quite nonsensically and all but collapsing in his arms as Harry wrung him dry.
When Draco seemed empty and could stand on his own, Harry moved around to his front. He wanted to see the results of his efforts. When Harry saw the very satisfied orgasm-induced smile gracing Draco's face, the smug smile came to Harry's own quite unbidden. The smile disappeared from Draco's face for a moment as he opened his eyes and blinked at Harry, but it returned soon after.
Harry kissed him for clearly damning his Slytherin and Malfoy prides in his moments of post bliss. It really must have been good to achieve such a thing. Harry rewarded him further by stepping back and cleaning the mess he'd made of them. Now Harry smiled cheekily at the other boy. His plan had been a rousing success. He'd proven his prowess to Draco. Harry's job was done.
Harry hadn't even thought of his still very present erection in the face of his victory. But apparently Draco had. Harry was pleasantly surprised to see Malfoy stalking toward him like he was on a mission. Apparently the Slytherin had something to prove, too. Harry didn't move as he was more than eager to see where this was going.
Draco was upon him in no time flat and for the third time in little over a week, Harry found himself the center of attention to a hungry dragon. Draco feasted on his mouth for awhile, lapping at his tongue, biting and sucking at his lips, exploring the contours of his cheeks and roof, then moved on to find other points of pleasure along his skin.
Draco seemed to take a liking to the hollow where his neck tapered off into his collar bone. He lapped and sucked and just drunk of Harry there for long moments until Harry was as dazed as he had made Draco earlier.
When hands cupped Harry's arse, he gladly leaned forward into Draco's renewed arousal. But Harry found himself surprised when he was lifted off his feet. He hadn't known Draco was quite strong enough to carry him, but he instinctively wrapped his legs around the waist of his dragon. He was trusting the Slytherin not to drop him at this point, but if nothing else, they'd be going down together with the way they were entangled.
But Draco didn't drop him and Harry soon found his back pressed into one of the couches the Room had acquired and a very fervent Slytherin body pressed into his front. Harry was helpless but to groan out heartily when Draco ground their hips together. Merlin, what a feeling! Harry found himself thrusting up trying to recreate it. This time Draco laughed at him, but Harry couldn't care less. Just give him more of those jolting sensations and Draco could laugh himself into hysterics for all Harry was concerned.
But Malfoy gave him what he wanted and ground their hips together again. That was almost it for Harry. He moaned long and loud and deep and satisfied. Harry was already way past hard. He wouldn't need a great deal more before he was ruining his pants like Malfoy had done.
Malfoy took to showing Harry what an excellent multitasker he was by continuing those spectacular grinding motions, but also resuming his lips' assault to every bit of Harry they could reach and running his hands all over the Gryffindor, above and below clothes, and awakening parts of Harry that had curiously been asleep before now.
Harry was a quivering ball before long being victim to such treatment and he could feel his orgasm building. Just a few more exceptional grinds like –oh!- like that one, and Harry would be tumbling over the edge. When Harry grew to anticipate the next thrust, Malfoy surprised him by lifting his body and snaking his hand down between them where he fitted it around both their lengths in tandem then giving them a long stroke simultaneously. This was it for Harry. He lost whatever control he'd had on his body and exploded. By the sounds he dimly heard in the background of his bliss, it sounded as if Malfoy had, too.
After such a release, Harry really couldn't be arsed to move and apparently Malfoy was of the same opinion because he made no move to get off of Harry. But that was fine. Harry was growing used to his weight and the feel of his body after their three encounters over the last 8 days. It was actually quite nice to have a body you could get used to like this. Harry dredged up the energy to wrap his arms around Malfoy who snuggled further down into his body. It was very nice. They didn't resurface for the rest of the night.
A/N: So, I hope that didn't read too bad. I've never written anything resembling a sex scene before. It's kind of like my cursing. My friends laugh when I do it. I've never been big on cursing; they say it sounds funny coming from me. They'd laugh themselves silly if they ever heard I wrote a kinda sex scene. Blah. Don't forget to review! :D!