A/N: This is the longest chapter yet, of either of my stories. I'm proud. Every time I went to re-edit it, I added more crap, so I just stopped. But hopefully I didn't put any new errors in after taking old ones out. And anyone else notice the trend in these chapter title names? I didn't until recently. It's why I had to change the title of this chapter from "Interrogations" to what it is now.
Waking Up
Chapter 8: Observations and Interrogations
The rest of Draco's night went pleasantly enough. He returned to the common room after he left Harry. He wanted to do his homework there to get a change of scene from his room.
It was as he placed his book on the table and reached over into his bag for his assignment that an unexpected weight dropped squarely into his lap. Draco looked up to find himself with a lap full of Pansy Parkinson.
"Hello there, Draco. I hear tale that you've found yourself a new bed partner," she said from her perch on his legs. "And ohh, looking at these lips, I'd say the rumors are true," she finished, smiling devilishly at him while tracing his kiss-swollen lips with a finger. The glint in her eyes was a sign of her humor.
Draco just smiled under her touch. Though he and Pansy had gotten together a few times, the fact that it hadn't lasted hadn't ruined their friendship. Trysts were too common in the circles they ran in, between married and unmarried partners, to let the starting or ending of one affect a profitable partnership.
"Pansy, dear, you know I never kiss and tell," her told her as she removed her hand.
"Oh, but Drakey, we're all just dying to know!" she laughed.
Draco looked up to find that they indeed had an audience. Even if Pansy's curiosity was mostly based on fun, Draco knew others would use the information against him. And considering who his new partner was, he knew if any one of them found out, they'd definitely have him in a tight spot.
Draco knew his father would all but castrate him if he found out he'd been fooling around with Harry Potter. That was if he didn't outright kill him. Lucius Malfoy was not generally a forgiving man, something he seemed to have picked up from his master.
Draco didn't know an overly great deal about the Dark Lord. He'd never met the man, though he knew his father wanted him to soon. The Dark Lord wanted Draco to receive his Mark the day after his 17th birthday. Until then, a restricted wizard was no real use to him.
Almost all Draco knew about Voldemort is what he heard from his father- that he was a great wizard with a vision for their world. That he would place the purebloods in their rightful place above halfbloods and mudbloods. That he would clear out the filth that was the muggle population and clean the wizarding community of the taint that was mudbloods and squibs.
But Draco also knew more than what his father said. He saw how the man had changed following the resurrection of his master. He saw his father look strained after a meeting with him. He watched the degradation of his father's vibrancy. He'd been on the receiving end of his father's ever-shortening temper. He watched his father suffer from what he knew were the after effects of being under the Cruciatus Curse.
No, he'd never met Voldemort directly, but he'd come face to face with his influence. He was changing Draco's father, and not for the better. Frankly, his temperament was getting worse all the time. And if this was how the man treated his own followers (for surely his father wouldn't allow some other minion to treat him thus), Draco wasn't positive he wanted to be counted among that number. What was the point of helping to create a new world if you weren't sane or alive to enjoy it? He knew prolonged exposure to the Cruciatus could cause insanity; he'd heard about the Longbottoms. And he also knew that Voldemort was prone to punish those who displeased him, servants and tools alike, up to and including the point of death.
But despite Draco's wavering conviction, he wasn't fool enough to say anything, not to his father or anyone else. As unstable as Voldemort was turning his father, he knew the man was likely to lash out at him if he even hinted at not wanting to join the Dark Lord's ranks. If he said anything to those he considered friends, he was positive the information would likely leak and still make its way back to his father. Slytherins weren't like Gryffindors. They didn't consider friendship a sacred bond. It was all a matter of convenience and potential of elevation for them- whether in position, financial means, or anything else. No, he'd just keep his thoughts quiet until a time when he needed to act on them.
Draco tuned back in to Pansy after his momentary lapse in focus. Even with his private contemplation, he'd made sure his countenance bore his usual indifferent expression as he looked about their observers. He smiled at Pansy again.
"I'm afraid I must leave you all wanting, then," he answered with a smirk.
"Oh poo," she mockingly pouted at him.
He just laughed at her antics. "Up up," he said, gently patting her bottom, "I've got work to do."
She gave him a fake scowl before climbing off his lap. "Fine, but you know I'm going to find out soon or later."
Draco just beamed at her. "Oh, I'm sure you will. You're like a dog with a bone when you want something."
She gave him a real scowl for that comment before huffing and walking off to rejoin Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle.
Draco got back to his work, putting his acquired assignment down by his notes and book.
Despite his apparent nonchalance, Draco was now being very watchful. He knew that thanks to Weasley, people would indeed be trying to figure out whom he was seeing, if for no other reason than that the information could be used as blackmail later. Slytherins never overlooked such an opportunity. Draco would have to be careful when he met Potter from now on. People would likely be watching his every move for awhile. He was glad he'd played it cool and playful while answering Pansy's questions. If he'd gotten angry or defensive, it'd have clued people in to the fact that his trysting partner was not of his usual kind. Slytherins were always safe and maybe a Ravenclaw or two, but never a Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. They couldn't be trusted to keep it secret.
Since his homework took him less time than expected, he joined his friends in conversation until he retired to bed. They'd asked him again about his affairs, hoping to get something more out of him while they did not have the entire common room as an audience, but again he brushed it off. Once they realized they'd get nothing more from him, their talks got back to usual subjects.
It was Harry's turn to receive a letter from an unknown owl the next morning at breakfast. It was unsigned, but clearly from Draco. In Draco's neat scrawl, it read:
Be careful. Weasley's all but blown our cover.
Harry sighed before shooting a glance at Ron, whom was looking at him with interest, wondering who the note was from. When Harry darted his eyes over to the Slytherin table to indicate just who had sent the note, Ron grunted in acknowledgement before losing interest and looking away. Hermione, who had witnessed the exchange, asked to read the note. Since his cover was completely blown to these two, Harry didn't have a problem with showing her. She looked up at him after reading it before passing it back.
Harry just shrugged. He knew she had a million questions forming in her head right now, but they could talk about them later. He told her as much with a mouthed "later." She nodded and returned to her breakfast and talk with Ron who sat at her side.
Frankly, Harry had questions himself. Why had Draco told him to be careful? It wasn't like he was in danger if anyone found out they were a couple, though that's technically not what they were. They'd have some opposition, certainly, and likely from all quarters of the school, but he doubted anyone would actually cause them harm because of it.
He spared a quick glance Draco's way. Draco appeared to be engaged in a lively talk with Parkinson, but Harry saw he was surreptitiously looking his way, too. They shared a heated look for a half second before Draco looked away for good and fully immersed himself into his conversation with Parkinson.
It didn't matter. Harry got everything he needed to know for now out of that look. He and Draco could talk it out later when they met that night. Hopefully Draco would still be in the mood for their usual escapades after Ron's and Hermione's interrogation of him, anyway.
That day passed like any other. Classes and lunch, more classes and dinner. There were no more shared looks between the boys. Harry was taking Draco's warning to heart, even if he didn't know what it was for yet. The Slytherin was the devious sort. He knew things and learned secrets and planned plots like Harry would never understand. So if he gave a warning to be careful, that's just what Harry would do. For now, anyway.
After dinner found the group again in the library finishing up yet more assignments. Their professors were piling it on in preparation for their N.E.W.T.S. next year. They all complained about the workload and Harry and Ron groaned good naturedly when Hermione again put them on a study schedule. It was when they were mostly silent and working on their individual assignments that Ron spoke up.
"So when are we supposed to be meeting Malfoy?" he asked.
"I'm supposed to be meeting him at 7," Harry began, "But I told him you wanted to speak to him, so he might be expecting you to come, too."
"Why'd you tell him that?" Ron asked. "Now we've lost the element of surprise. He can come up with some cock and bull story for his actions this way. You never give a Slytherin the opportunity to plan, Harry! That's when they're their most dangerous."
Hermione just looked to be contemplating Ron's words, though she didn't yet appear to agree or disagree with them. Finally she spoke.
"He does have a point, Harry," she said. "Now that he knows that we know about you two and want an explanation, he can come up with a plausible justification for wanting to be with you."
Before Harry could get out a retort to that statement, the subject in question came speaking from around a shelf of books.
"And I couldn't just be in it for the sex, then?" Draco drawled. "You Gryffindors really must care nothing for being overheard. No Silencing Charm, no whispered voices, nothing. You didn't even look around before starting or during this conversation which divulges such personal information. Mine, in fact. I must intervene before you say anything else. And you," he directed at Harry, "I thought I told you to be careful. This is not careful."
Again, before Harry could get a word in edgewise, Ron spoke up, glaring at Malfoy all the while.
"And have you been spying on us, then? Is that why you're here and happen to have heard us?" the redhead fumed.
"You take far too much credit. Why would I want to spy on any of you? But to answer your question, not at all, Weasley. I happened to be in here doing homework like half the fifth, sixth, and seventh years. I only found my way this direction in search of a reference." To illustrate, he held up a book. "But I happened to be behind this shelf here and when I heard you mention my name, I listened in like any good little Slytherin. Any information, especially regarding oneself, is a lifeline to us. But like the idiot Gryffindors you are, having no skills at keeping your own secrets or respecting anyone else's, you talk private matters out in the open where anyone can hear. Luckily, I am the only one that did."
Ron, ever-ready to jump at any insult to himself or his friends, opened his mouth to surely give Draco a scathing rebuttal, but was cut off by the Slytherin continuing on with his ramblings.
"However," he said, again directing his comments straight at Harry, "I admit your lackeys have a point." Again he cut off Ron's furious denial at the term. "You should never give a Slytherin time to plan anything. It will always be a million times worse than if you were to surprise them. Though we are dangerous then, too," he added with an almost evil grin. "I'm afraid we don't like being surprised at all and tend to act on the need to survive more than anything."
Harry could just imagine what Draco was thinking just then. Some poor ignorant chap having caught the Slytherin unawares and gotten himself hexed into smoldering ash for his trouble. Harry grimaced at the mental image.
Since Draco seemed to have quieted in the wake of his sadistic memories, Ron took the opportunity to speak his piece.
"We are not Harry's lackeys," he started, glaring at Draco. "But see, even the ferret realizes what you did was stupid, Harry," he said, directing his speech back to Harry. "You've given him the chance to make something up."
"But I didn't say that I have, now did I?" Draco smiled at him, clearly having been drug out of his reverie by Ron's voice. "I merely acknowledged your point. I'd think you'd be singing my praises right now for having admitted that you can have an intelligent thought in that void you call a head."
Harry, tired of the discussion already and about to chastise Draco for insulting his friends so much, finally spoke.
"That's enough, Malfoy." He was sure not to call him Draco, lest he spur Ron's ire again. Before he could say more, though, said redhead was back to talking.
"Yeah, enough with the BS, Malfoy. Why don't you tell us all why you're really screwing Harry," he said, not bothering to modulate his tones at all.
Harry groaned. Leave it to Ron to be blunt.
Draco hissed at the ginger. "Keep your voice down, Weasel. Are you trying to alert the entire library again? We can discuss this at 7 in private." With that the blond turned on his heel to return from the direction from whence he'd come without a backward glance.
"Well that was interesting," Hermione said, speaking up for the first time since Draco's arrival.
Harry quirked an eyebrow at her. He knew Hermione- when she didn't get the words that satisfied her questions, she took to observing. Those observations often told her everything words did not and she was far too often able to draw the correct conclusions.
"He didn't seem like he was lying when he suggested he could be in this solely for the sex," she began explaining. "And he even concurred with us about not giving Slytherins time to plan, though he says he hasn't concocted some lie with the opportunity. Even so, affirming the connection is an edge he didn't have to give us. It puts us on our guard. Though he could have done so just to throw us off," she continued speculating. "Although I still don't quite buy him wanting this just for sex. There has to be more, but what could he want?"
If she was going to say any more, Harry never found out as Ron put up a hand to stop her.
"Please Hermione, you're speaking in circles," the redhead said with a hand on his temple. "You're giving me a headache."
Hermione just rolled her eyes at him. Clearly, her reasoning was perfectly logical to her. And Harry followed it, even agreed with her on some points, but like her, drew no conclusive end from it.
"I suppose we'll discover more later tonight," she said finally.
To that, the boys just nodded their heads and they all got back to work.
7:15 found Draco ambling down the corridor toward the Room of Requirement. He didn't particularly care about being on time tonight as he was surely about to come face to face with the Golden Trio again. Not that he didn't look forward to every opportunity to insult Weasley, and Granger to a lesser extent, even Harry on occasion, he knew that he would either have to put off his and Harry's snog session until after the others left or he'd be too annoyed by the time they did to actually enjoy himself. Neither option appealed to the blond, so he took his time until he had to face either choice.
When he arrived at the door, it opened easily enough for him. He saw Weasley impatiently pacing across the floor and both Granger and Harry sitting in chairs reading, neither seemingly bothered by his tardiness.
"About time you showed up," Weasley shot at him in a tone that had Draco raising his eyebrow. "We've been waiting for you for 15 minutes now. The least you could have done was be on time."
Draco merely gave him a quelling look. "I did not ask to meet the two of you, therefore you meet me at my convenience. If this time does not work for you, Weasley, then by all means, leave. I assure you that your presence will not be missed."
Weasley just glared at him, clearly not planning on leaving. Neither Harry nor Granger refuted his claim either, obviously choosing to stay out of his and Weasley's current talk.
"If, however, you plan to stay and you and Granger insist on this interrogation, as I'm sure it will be, then I suggest you get on with it while I am currently in a giving mood," he finished, moving to claim another chair close to the fire like Harry and Granger were.
Granger, apparently being given her cue, placed her book down before looking at him straight on. Weasley stomped over and perched on the arm of the girl's chair. Harry sighed before likewise placing his book down and looking at Draco too, though his look was less hostile than Weasley's and less calculating than Granger's. Frankly, Harry looked resigned toward the whole thing. Draco wondered if he'd even take part in the questioning.
"We're here to ask you what your interest is in Harry," the bushy haired girl began.
"Yeah, what gives?" Weasley continued.
Granger appeared to be slightly annoyed with the boy's interruption, but made no comment on it. Draco assumed she was going for the "appear as a united front" angle.
"You have never shown any interest in Harry before now, and your sudden desire to be with him is cause for speculation at least," the girl continued. "We're here to clarify that your intentions are pure."
"I assure you, my intentions regarding Harry are very far from pure," Draco said with a mischievous smirk and a glint in his eyes.
All three Gryffindors blushed, even if Weasley's was accompanied by a scowl, but none so much as Harry, who had been on the receiving end of those decidedly impure intentions. Draco grinned at him before returning his attention to Granger.
"Don't call him that. Stick with saying 'Potter,'" the redhead barked, drawing Draco's focus to him.
"I'll save calling him 'Potter' for when he's been naughty," Draco smirked.
"Enough with the games," Weasley said angrily. "We want to know what's in this for you."
"Pleasure," Draco said simply. "Pure pleasure."
At the unconvinced looks from both Weasley and Granger, he continued. "Have you ever kissed Harry? Been kissed by him? Been touched by him?"
Weasley looked somewhere between scandalized and horrified by the suggestions and Granger blushed deeper but shook her head no. Taking both as a negation, Draco ploughed on, ignoring Harry's look of shock at the questions.
"Harry is a very passionate person. I'm sure you both are well aware of that; it shows in the way he plays Quidditch, and how he stands up for your misguided Gryffindor ideals, and I assume the way he goes gallivanting off to fight the Dark Lord at every turn. That passion does not simply go away because he is not doing one of these other activities. And frankly, I think I put it to better use. I simply consider myself taking advantage of his access energy," Draco finished, smiling slightly at the mental images his final statements invoked, both of things the pair had already done and things they might yet do. "I also like to think I give him a bit of that passion back," he added as an afterthought, glancing at a now furiously blushing Harry. Perhaps his bird's imagination had wandered down the same path as his own. He really would have to make the raven produce such color more often. It was quite flattering on him.
Granger and Weasley just sat staring at him, clearly not having anything coherent to say to Draco's speech yet.
"I never heard tale of you being gay," Granger said when she'd found her voice.
"I'm not, really," Draco answered her calmly. "I'm bi, if anything; though I admit I tend to favor males more." He could have told her the reasons why, but he was already divulging much of his personal information to the muggleborn. He wasn't feeling generous enough to tell all. "Besides, why should I limit myself to how I receive pleasure?"
"Why have I never heard rumors about you?" she asked, as Draco noticeably had not answered her question.
"Because there was no benefit to be had," Draco informed her. "The Slytherins are well aware of my preferences, but none of them have anything to gain by telling anyone else. We only reveal private information like that if we benefit from the telling in some way. Sexual preferences, not to mention faithfulness, mean nothing in pureblood circles. We are often forced to marry and so long as we produce a legitimate heir and keep our trysts quiet, everyone is happy. As such, my business has not made its way far beyond my own House. Those that need to know, do."
Granger just sat staring blankly at him. Draco wondered which bit had shocked her into speechlessness this time- his preference, the Slytherin way of doing things (though this seemed less likely; Slytherins were known for acting in ways that served themselves first), or the fact that purebloods cared little for faithful marriages in general or homosexual affairs on the side. Draco guessed it was this last that scarred the little Gryffindor's sensibilities. Merlin, Gryffindors were almost as bad as Hufflepuffs.
Weasley seemed to remember he was able to talk, an accomplishment for the barbarian, Draco thought, as he finally spoke again.
"There are loads of blokes around here you could be shagging. Why do you want Harry? I'm sure he's not the only…passionate one available," the redhead said.
His face hardly hid a disgusted look during this speech, but his lips specifically twisted when he said the word "passionate." Draco knew a homophobe when he saw one and looked down on Weasley more for it. Draco wondered how the Weasel treated Harry with his clear preference for the male of the species. He knew Weasley didn't shun Harry, as this interrogation plainly showed his continued interest in Harry's affairs, but he doubted the redhead was always able to keep his prejudice out of his interactions with the raven, as his face was failing to do now with Draco.
Even thus, Draco chose to answer him without venom in his voice. He did so for the sake of Granger and Harry himself. They likely wondered these same questions.
"Have you looked at him?" he started as a tease. "Those eyes, that physique, even that unmanageable hair attracts you in an odd way. Even you, Granger, have to admit that he is pure eye candy," he said and added a smirk when Granger blushed slightly. Weasley did not seem to take kindly to this answer, nor to Granger's reaction to it. Harry appeared more embarrassed by his friend's seeming interest in him.
"Not to mention his personality traits- he's strong and athletic, trustworthy and dependable, both kind and accepting, and even though he's both brave and loyal to a Gryffindor fault, these things too are endearing in a way. Who couldn't fall for that?" Draco finished with a flutter of his eyes. Weasley looked ready to blow.
Deciding his game had gone on long enough, he sighed before saying in a more serious tone, "I admit there are other chaps I have tried, but they have never lasted. Harry is the one I happen to find myself with currently."
"So he's just your latest conquest, then."
This addition to the conversation came from Granger who still had the tinge of pink to her cheeks. It was not a question. It was her conclusion based on the limited statement Draco had made. But she did look at him steadily while waiting for an affirmation or refutation. He didn't see the way Harry's face had hardened slightly at his words, his flush all but being wiped away at the thought.
"No," Draco told her. "He is not quite a conquest. They're never conquests, really. I simply take my pleasure where I choose. Harry is more of a…challenge, if you will. I know how you Gryffindors love that. He offers a certain spark to the activities that I haven't encountered before. He gives it just that little bit more. It might be because of our years of rivalry. We've always been in contests against each other. He's always been a challenge to me. Perhaps I enjoy this because we can be equals. I can finally give as good as I get."
Draco took a second to think about the words. He'd been speaking off the top of his head, spitballing his reasoning for wanting Harry to the girl. But this sounded like truth. Maybe that was the underlying reason he continued his activities with Harry, besides the fact that they gave him pleasure. Maybe it was because he finally found something he could be equal to Harry at.
Not to mention that Harry would never have a problem being that dominating partner that Draco favored in bed. Nor did he protest to Draco occasionally being in charge. And the fact that Harry never failed to surprise him, which was different from most partners Draco had had. Draco still remembered discovering that Harry was more falcon than raven in sexual technique and prowess. Who was Draco kidding? There were many reasons why he was with Harry and why the raven would more than do for him.
He returned his attention to the girl and saw Harry smiling slightly at him out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head to smile back at the boy. It was a plus if the truth got him what he wanted, and it looked to be working on Harry. He was pulled from his thoughts by the ginger.
"Well that's not a good enough reason to me," Weasley spoke up. "I still think you're part of a plot to lure Harry to You Know Who!" he said, turning red.
Draco just looked at him for a moment. "I assure you I am part of no plot on behalf of the Dark Lord. I am privy to none of his plans, in fact, and so can in no way be acting on his command."
"Prove it," the stubborn ginger demanded.
Draco just rolled his eyes. "How can I prove I am not doing something? Anyway, you cannot say something is a certain way just because you can't prove that it isn't, or vice versa. That's a logical fallacy."
Weasley obviously did not understand his statement. He rolled his eyes again before trying to explain further. "It is called the argumentum ad ignorantiam, the argument from ignorance. It propositions that simply because something has not been proven true, that it must be false, or that because something has not been proven false, it must be true. For instance, some muggles believe that life exists outside of our planet. They argue that it must be true simply because humans have yet to prove it false. This is a fallacy. Just because it has not been proven false yet does not mean that it is automatically true. Alternately, just because we cannot prove it true yet does not automatically make it false. In the same way, just because you have not yet proven me on the side of the Light does not automatically make me a Death Eater by default," Draco finished.
By the look on Weasley's face, he still wasn't quite catching on, but the looks on Harry's and Granger's faces suggested they had grasped the concept. Draco considered himself done; as long as most of them understood.
"Whatever," Weasley said finally and obviously in a show to ignore his failure to understand his fallacy. "Let me see your arm."
Draco didn't have to ask what he meant. Weasley wanted to see if he had the Dark Mark. Draco shrugged before complying. It's not like he had it, yet anyway.
Weasley peered at his bare arm critically and grunted before settling into his seat and glaring for good measure. He appeared to recognize defeat.
"Well," Draco said, "if there are no more questions and no more objections that I care to refute, I would consider it a personal favor if you, Weasley, and you, Granger, would get the bloody hell out. I've been waiting all day to snog Harry senseless and though I realize this would be a lovely voyeuristic sight for the both of you, I'd much rather save my public displays for an audience who would appreciate them a little more."
Weasley and Granger exchanged a glance, then both of them shared a look with Harry. When Harry gave a nod, the other two rose from their seats and moved toward the door. It looked like Draco had won.
Weasley turned back with a final warning before he hit the door, though. "Don't think this is the end, though, Malfoy. We'll still be watching you."
Granger confirmed this sentiment with a look. Draco just shrugged. He didn't currently have anything to hide. He'd told them the truth- he was in this because he liked how he felt when with Harry. That was all, mostly.
When they finally exited, Draco turned to look at his raven. "Finally," he said, his face splitting into a smile. Oh, he had plans for this bird.
Harry hadn't spoken a word during Ron and Hermione's examination of Draco, but he'd felt enough. A myriad of emotions had coursed through him with each question asked and answered, embarrassment being the most reoccurring one. Draco seemed to like tormenting him, even if he was doing so indirectly.
And though Harry had come into this believing Draco to be in this for the same reasons he was, he had not blocked off the possibility of the dragon using him. But though he wasn't 100% sure, by interview's end, he was fairly convinced he'd been right all along. He felt no deceit in Draco's words, save when he took to trying to piss Ron off with his unrestrained compliments to Harry.
All in all, Harry was still more than willing to continue meeting with Draco like this. Until they tired of each other or until Draco proved himself untrustworthy, anyway. Harry watched the wild creature approach him.
Draco did indeed look to have been holding back for awhile, because when he reached Harry, he disposed of his glasses before he grabbed the raven's face and brought their lips together in a searing kiss. There was unrestrained passion in that meeting of lips. All scorching fires and blazing infernos and fiery conflagration. To be kissing Draco then was to be caught bodily in an inexhaustible flame and right then, Harry was happily burning alive.
It was as if the Slytherin wanted to prove to Harry himself that he was with him solely for this, for the passion and pleasure they brought to one another. Harry didn't currently need the lesson, but if this was the method Draco wanted to teach him in, he'd certainly not speak against learning. One could never expand one's knowledge enough, after all.
When Draco pushed Harry back into the chair cushions and climbed atop him, it looked like it was going to be a repeat of their last episode in this room. But Draco did not grind their bodies together. Instead, he focused solely on showing Harry what a talented tongue he possessed. It alone was driving Harry to distraction.
After a solid minute and a half of tongue wrestling, Draco moved on to Harry's neck, giving them both a chance to breathe. When Draco bit down hard, Harry groaned deeply. He was getting far too aroused to remain immobile as they were. He wanted to move. Draco licking and sucking the spot he had bitten didn't help him stay stationary. When he lifted his hips slightly to his moving aim, he came in intimate contact with Draco's own pressing arousal. It was beyond Harry how Draco could remain so still when he felt to be in as much dire straits as Harry. But the Slytherin was more experienced in reigning in his passions than Harry.
Another lift and angling of Harry's hips had Draco gasping softly then shooting him a heated stare. Harry returned it pointedly. The blond got the message. He went back to devastating Harry's mouth and neck but made sure to rock his hips against Harry's at the same time.
The explosions of pleasure that shot through Harry at this stirred him up even more. He gasped and groaned into Draco's mouth to show the dragon just what he was doing to him. The level of Harry's ardor was in direct correlation to Draco's fervor. Each thrust against Harry's own push brought him one burst of bliss closer to completion.
When it hit, Harry seized up as it caught him, then shivered as he rode the waves. Each one sucking just that bit more of his soul out of him. He was conscious of Draco still rocking against him, again attacking his face and neck instead of his mouth, allowing Harry to catch his breath, as Draco fought to find his own fulfillment. The continued thrusts still sent sparks of desire along Harry's sated body.
When Draco likewise found release, he shuddered as Harry had done before collapsing against the reclining Gryffindor. His open lips moved to press and rest softly against Harry's neck even as his breath came harshly as he fought to reclaim sanity after his orgasm; his chest alternately pressing against and withdrawing from Harry's as his breathing eventually slowed.
As Harry drooped there, Draco in his lap, his lover's lips against his skin, the rest of his slim body likewise molded firmly to Harry's own, Harry decided he had quite grown to like this room. He thought it might be his favorite in the castle. Broom cupboards were a close second.
A/N: So I added this little bit of smutty goodness, but calmed it down. Since I still fear my poor story being dropped because of heavy smut, I dumbed down the explicitness. I'm likely to go back to the last chapter and edit that one, too. I'll probably put the unedited version on my LJ, which I'll link in my profile if I bother. Even without it being too graphic, I still think this went well, though. Still arousing and all that. ;o And you must tell me your favorite lines! I have so many in this chapter. I love my Draco here. xD! And since I was without internet the majority of the day, I'm halfway done with the next chapter as well. That will likely be out in a few hours. Also! I broke my rule and used "seem/-s/-ed" like 10 times here. Anyone is welcome to smack me, but it's not my fault! The thesaurus didn't provide enough synonyms. :( I also APPEAR to have a thing for the word "clearly." Not enough synonyms for that one either. C'est la vie.