A/n: [Pierced!Harry/PastelHair!Draco/Dom!Draco]
Warnings: Drinking. Depression. Rated: MA.
A/U. DracoxHarry. I don't own Harry Potter or the works, or the characters for that matter. if I did though... Draco would eat Harry alive. In that sexy way. Uh...?
"And I will die all alone, And when I arrive I won't know anyone." - Brand New, Jesus Christ
Draco didn't seem to be tiring of testing Harry's nerves, the Slytherin enjoyed it quite a bit. Almost more than he enjoyed Harry in general - which was just what he told himself. It had been a whole day since Harry fell over, and not much had changed. Aside from hand holding and one other kiss a little later that resulted in Harry's shaky legs toppling the two over which Draco didn't find funny right away or at least not near as much as he did when he remembered it later that night.
They had slept and woke in separate beds Draco waking much the same way he had the day before, seeing Harry's bed was thoroughly unslept in and joining the others huddled around one of the fireplaces nearing noon.
"Fiiiiinally," Blaise groaned his legs kicked over the side of the chair he was in yesterday, "must you always sleep so late?"
Draco rolled his eyes and stood with his hands on his hips, "excuse me?"
"He needs beauty rest," Pansy chimed in with a smirk, "not everyone is nearly as attractive as I am on their own."
"Are you implying I'm not as attractive as you Pansy?" Draco sneered down at her.
"No," she shook her head, "I just mean on your own, you don't rival me with less than 8 hours of sleep."
Draco scowled and ran his hand along his stubble free jaw before trailing it across his pink lips, "I have a natural glow, Parkinson, that puts the sun to shame."
"You're both so attractive none of us can hardly fathom it," Blaise jumped up kicking at Pansy before sliding his arm around Draco's shoulders, "we're going to Hogsmeade, c'mon!"
"See he can't keep his hands off of me," Draco spoke triumphantly standing with a straight back and pushed his hand through his hair allowing Blaise to direct him out.
Blaise grimaced, "don't tempt me with a good time Draco."
Draco winked, smirking at the other, "careful, Potter packs quite a punch."
Blaise laughed quietly, looking over his shoulder to see the man in question following behind talking with Neville and Pansy, "Potter!" He snapped after walking through the door.
Harry peeked over with a raised brow, cutting his conversation off, "yeah?"
"Draco threatened me," he started dropping his arm and turned around to walk backwards as he talked to Harry, "said you pack quite a mean punch."
Harry's eyes trailed over to Draco who didn't look back, why would he? He's Draco Malfoy after all. "Oh? I've been told so anyway."
"You saw Nott," Neville suggested, though the tease fell kinda short as they all remembered the episode yesterday.
"Tell him why I said that?" Draco's voice drifted back as they started down the stairs.
Blaise chuckled, "I might have made a notion at not keeping my hands off of him."
Harry's raised an eyebrow, "careful there, Blaise, I like you."
The Slytherin grinned, "it's not like you're dating, after all, he's free game." Then he pointed back at Harry, "hell you're free game, and cuter..." He slid back as he talked, "whatcha say, I'm fun?" He wiggled his eyebrows as he fell into step next to Harry.
"What about those girls yesterday?" Ron asked with a laugh, he was finding it highly amusing watching Blaise the two were very similar in a sense and had become fast friends.
"He doesn't discriminate," Pansy answered, "race, gender or hair style. It's all fair game to Blaise Zambini."
Draco did turn around at that, coming to a stop and halting the rest of the group as he did, his gray eyes flashed in the sunlight. Blaise laughed, "okay, okay, I'm sorry." He eased his hands in his pockets, "I didn't mean it." Harry flushed and looked down, Draco's eyes making him nervous. Why am I complete mush the moment he looks at me?
"Come here," Draco said after the others looked between him and Harry and Harry did just that, he stepped forward between the other three, "we are dating, Blaise, so... fuck off." He sneered before taking Harry by the hand and leading off again. Draco glanced over at the red faced Harry Potter with a smile, "mine." He snapped his teeth playfully and tugged Harry closer kissing him on the forehead.
Draco was tucked between Harry and the wall, Harry had slid in right after him almost an hour ago and kicked his leg out to show the other part of the booth was off limits as he leaned against the Slytherin not even close to interested in anything anyone else had to say on the matter. On any matter if he was honest. It was him and Draco Malfoy and that was it.
He didn't care what was being discussed, he didn't care that whatever two girls from Slytherin had joined them and were trying to ease in on a chair and being practically effectively butted out were there glaring at him, he didn't care that his choice of drink was growing warm because he was in an awkward way to drink it. Harry didn't care, he was comfortable and enjoying the fact Draco's chest was pressed to his shoulder and his hand was warm and in his hair twirling a curly lock around his finger, enjoying the way Draco's voice sounded as he talked.
Harry wasn't even listening to the conversation, he was just hearing his voice and that was more than enough for him.
"Is he even awake?" Hermione asked, spotting their food coming to the table, "I'm not waking him to eat."
Pansy arched a brow, "why not, does he hex people when he wakes?"
Ron laughed, shaking his head, "Harry hates to be woken up."
"Probably because he never sleeps," Draco spoke up and looked down at Harry before tugging on his ear, "wake up Potter."
Harry smacked at his hand, "shut up Malfoy, I am awake."
"Then.." Draco gave his hips a bit of a lift, and tugged on his ear again. Harry peeked up with a scowl, and Draco smiled, "dare ya." That was more than enough to embarrass him and Harry sat up quickly with a red face and staring down at the table, "that wasn't so bad," Draco shrugged, while crossing his legs under the table seeing their lunches being sat around he sat back and scooted his own plate closer.
Pansy slid off of Neville's lap and onto the seat next to Harry, brushing up against him with a grin, "calm down there Harry." She smirked, reaching out to tug his lip ring like she always did before taking her salad and resting her head on his shoulder. Harry chuckled and glanced down at the plate before him, pushing it around in a slow circle. "So, how did it all get started?" She asked quietly once she sat up straight.
"I don't know," he looked over, "we were talking, and walking - headed out to the lake, and he just asked."
"He asked?" Pansy whispered with wide eyes.
"Yeah," Harry blushed and looked down, "he was like, 'want to be mine?'"
"I don't think I've ever seen him in a relationship," Pansy mused quietly, "I mean with people sure... he's Draco Malfoy after all, but never in an exclusive relationship."
Harry quirked up an eyebrow, "well, good thing - wasn't getting me any other way." He said defiantly, but he didn't even believe that. He could have me anyway he wants...
"Sure," Pansy rolled her eyes, "everyone wants Draco Malfoy, Harry... Careful with that."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean just what I said, everyone wants him.. Always have, always will." Pansy shrugged, "and before you start with the whole, not straight guys thing - because I've heard it before, you were 'straight' the first time you noticed him, huh?"
"I.. I mean..."
Pansy smiled and kissed his temple, "everyone wants Draco Malfoy." She nodded at the girls that were dejectedly walking away from the tight-knit group of seven at their table, "take them for example, or," she paused and glanced over at a table of three boys in Hufflepuff robes not looking much older than 16, "them." Harry followed her look and studied the three boys, none of them shied away from his eyes and he realized they weren't staring at him. They were staring at Draco.
For once Harry wasn't the center of attention, Harry was hardly noticed.
He was no one compared to Draco Malfoy. He was just a guy, some guy sitting next to the object everyone was watching, everyone was listening to right now as the Slytherin told some story to Ron and Hermione. Even they were looking at him, Hermione was laughing and Ron was shaking his head with a smile. And Harry Potter was just there, he was just Harry and nothing else. He was everything he had wanted to be since he was 11 years old and thrown into this crazy world. He smiled widely, and when the waitress came back handing out the refreshed drinks Harry pushed the beer away, "uh, I'll just take a water actually."
"You okay Potter?"
Harry looked up and across the room at the question he had been leaning against the fireplace reading something Hermione had given him, notes of some sort but now he was just staring down in the fire and had been for the past 5 minutes, "a little tired."
"You haven't slept much in the past few nights, you should go to bed early."
Harry lifted a shoulder, "we have game night with everyone."
"Since when did you start caring about everyone?"
"You seemed pretty excited about this," Harry laughed while glancing back at his notes.
Draco hummed, "I said you go to bed, not me."
"I'll live."
Draco lifted an eyebrow, "Potter." He gathered the others attention and wiggled a finger, calling him over. Harry tried to move smoothly but he knew he wasn't.. for one he practically lept off the wall and across the small distance towards Draco, for two he tripped over his own feet. Draco had been half laying on the couch, his back pressed against the arm of the sofa and his legs in front of them tucked under a blanket as he read. Shifting slightly so he was on he was facing Harry head on he patted the cushion in front of him and Harry sat down. Curling up on his side next to Draco, who wrapped his arm around Harry's stomach and pulled him close to his front.
"I'll miss when you stop being so nervous," Draco admitted, his breath tickling the back of Harry's neck.
"I think that will be impossible."
Draco hummed his hand sprawling against the others stomach, "we'll see won't we?" He nuzzled his neck, "you should get some sleep."
"I have learned I don't sleep very well without you," he admitted his eyes shutting and his cheek pressed to the cushion. Draco pressed his lips to Harry's neck, nibbling on the skin lightly while holding him close.
"You should have told me," Draco whispered, "remember the whole thing..?"
"I know," Harry murmured, relaxing his back against Draco's chest, "whatever I need."
"I meant it."
"I believe you."
Draco chuckled and pinched his stomach, "then tell me things!"
Harry nodded, his wild and messy hair brushing against Draco's chin, "okay.."
"So sleeping with me? Helps you?" Draco questioned, "what about it?"
"You're cool," Harry whispered with his eyes shut, "you're safe."
Draco sighed, he didn't know what to say. He hadn't ever been told he was safe before, he didn't know how to respond to that so he stayed quiet. His hand rubbing against Harry's stomach and his lips moving softly against his neck until Harry fell asleep, Draco shortly after.
When they woke up later in the morning it was to Harry thrashing against Draco and a scream from his lips reaching out. Draco jumped startled and felt an elbow being thrown into his side, his eyes flashed open, "fuck!" He gasped out grabbing Harry's arm and holding it down to his chest, "Harry! Calm down!"
But Harry wasn't calming down, Harry was still freaking out. His whole body was thrashing around and he was letting out a yelled, 'no!'
"Wake up," Draco whispered over the scream, trying to calm him down with a stroke to his face, "Potter, calm down, it's okay. It's me." He spoke in a soothing tone, as best he could, and continued to stroke his face until finally Harry stopped thrashing around, until finally Harry quit screaming and he turned two wide eyes to Draco the fear still etched on his face. "It's me," Draco answered the look, "it's me.. I'm right here."
Harry blinked back the shock and focused on him, a frown growing as his sleep covered face woke more and he stretched out pulling his arms from Draco's hold, "sorry," he whispered and looked away, kicking his legs over the edge of the couch and sitting up.
Draco's hand was trailing up Harry's back, rubbing the tight muscles, "want to talk about it?"
"No, I want a drink," Harry stood up and pushed his hand away. Draco watched him quietly, raising up off the couch to look at him better, "and don't try to stop me!"
He lifted a brow in question, reaching into his pocket for his wand, sending a silent accio for Harry's flask which came zooming towards him after a second and he handed it to Harry, "by all means, waste away." He stood once Harry took the flask and turned to leave.
"Where you going?" Harry questioned with a frown, looking down at the flask in his hand.
"To bed."
Harry scoffed, "figures."
"Figures?" Draco turned around with a glare, "you don't know anything about me, Potter, lets not pretend you do now."
"You're just like the rest, aren't you? You almost had me tricked." Harry was drinking now, he tore the flask open and took a long hard drink, "once a snake always a snake."
Draco shook his head, "what part of this isn't meeting your standards, Potter?"
"You all say shit like, I'll help you, you have me, but then you turn your back. You turn away."
"I'm not here to watch you, Potter, I'm here to help you. You're such a bloody baby! You just said don't try to stop me and you don't want to talk.. so, what do you want me to do?" Draco demanded, "I ask you all the time, Potter, literally all the time. Every bloody second I am asking you what you want, what you need, how I can help you..." Draco shook his head, throwing his hands up, "talk to me, Potter, because I can't read your bloody mind."
"You, Malfoy. I want you, I need you."
"Then put the alcohol down."
"I shouldn't have to choose," Harry growled, his hands shaking.
"Then you get me like this, Potter, because I'm not going to let you destroy yourself. That isn't me. You want me? You get me, you get who I am." Draco shrugged slowly, dropping his arms, "good night Potter."
Potter. Connected, don't you want to know why? Why you're connected with him?
Harry paced back and forth in front of the fireplace, throwing back drink after drink. He raised his hands to trial over the scar along his forehead as he tossed back another gulp of the never ending fire whisky, he could feel his stomach churn as he walked - he hadn't had much food for the day, and throwing cinnamon whisky on top of that and anger wasn't much to keep his contents even.
Freak! Potter! Liar! Freak! Kill the spare... Potter. Potter. Give me Potter...
He braced against the wall with a grunt, fighting back the vomit before adding another drink on top of it. Again and again and again and again.
Pastel hair. Gray eyes. Draco Malfoy. M-mine?
"Harry Potter?" Came a voice from somewhere in the dark rooms and Harry looked up as the lights flitted on, Luna standing in the middle of the room, "are you okay?"
"Fine!" He growled, righting himself with a quick jerk and just as quickly lurching forward as his contents came spewing out, "ugh." He groaned quietly, rubbing his stomach. Luna moved towards him, cleaning up the puke with a basic cleaning charm and then dropped down next to him pulling him into her arms quietly as he sobbed.
Pastel hair. Gray eyes. Alone... Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone.
"Where's Harry?" Ron asked as he joined the Slytherin table, Blaise and him coming up together.
"I'm not his bloody babysitter, Weasle," Draco snapped out, grabbing his coffee cup and doing another quick scan of the Gryffindor table - like he hadn't been all morning, "probably still asleep, or hungover or maybe even still drunk. Not my problem."
"Drunk?!" Hermione gasped and looked at Draco in question, "what do you mean?"
"What did he do," Ron corrected the question with a sigh and head shake.
"Had a nightmare, didn't want to talk about and instead started drinking. I told him I didn't think it was a good idea, he yelled at me so I left." Draco sipped the warm drink and sat his mug down, "I told him I would be there for him, but I am not going to be mistreated."
Pansy slid into her seat beside Draco with a scowl, "Harry is sitting at Ravenclaw, I hope he doesn't expect us to join him," she scowled, "I'm all for 'new year, new me' but honestly... Ravenclaw? I'd kill someone if I had to sit around listening to them groan about class work and who's reading who."
"Harry's at Ravenclaw?" Hermione blinked and looked over at the table.
"Yeah, next to Luna," Pansy explained, "no one saw him?"
"No," Ron shook his head with a frown.
"What's going on?" Pansy asked quietly, leaning in. Draco's eyes were glued to Ravenclaw table barely listening to them explain to Pansy what had happened, or at least retailing of his small explanation, and when Harry looked up towards him he didn't flinch away. Malfoy's don't flinch away.
He cleared his throat, picked up his mug and took a small drink of it. Harry stared back his eyes hard, his jaw set - in that way that Draco knew he wanted a drink. The two stayed still and staring until someone walked between them and they blinked away, Draco stood and left without another word.
"Harry!" Blaise yelled with a wave, jogging to catch up to Harry the two making their way out to the quidditch pitch, "what's up?" He asked, sliding an arm around Harry's shoulders as they walked.
"Tryouts," Harry grinned, "the only reason I came back," he admitted walking with his broom in hand, "you trying out?"
"Nah," Blaise rolled his eyes, "I'm too good looking to be up that high," he shot a playful wink and Harry chuckled, "I'm here to watch you, Pansy, Ron and Draco - of course."
"Malfoy's trying out?"
"Oh yeah," Blaise swallowed softly, "I'm betting on him too - I got galleons against you Potter."
"Season hasn't even started!"
"Never too early to corner the market," Blaise smirked, "not scared of 'ole Malfoy on a broom are ya?"
Liar. "Hardly," Harry glanced over towards the entrance seeing the man in question, he said he wasn't going to play, chatting with Pansy who was climbed up on Neville's back, "Pansy played before?"
"No," Blaise laughed, "she wants to this year, though, something about almost dying changed her mind about how she held back." Harry tensed slightly and looked away, quiet as they approached, "oh shit I'm sorry Harry," Blaise spoke quickly.
"It's fine," Harry brushed it away and looked down, avoiding the others eyes. Give me Harry Potter and no one will die... Give me the boy and you all can live.
"What did you do Blaise?" Pansy sneered at her friend.
Blaise chuckled awkwardly, "put my foot in my mouth."
"Nothing new," Draco rolled his eyes, dodging the smack that Blaise was aiming for him.
"Harry!" Pansy said suddenly, "when I make the team promise you'll practice with me? Drake won't."
Harry was watching Blaise reaching for Draco, while Pansy whined for help. He had always wanted friendships like this but instead he got worry-wart of a mother Hermione and Ron who was either angry, too serious or stuck to Hermione. That's why he became attached to the Slytherin's so quickly, they were everything he had ever wanted, "of course I will," he smiled, "we'll train ya to kick Malfoy's arse."
"I'd like to see that tried," Draco spoke with an upturned nose, "she's never even flew before."
"What?" Harry gasped out and looked at the pastel haired man with an open mouth, "never flown?"
"My hair," she whined while patting it down.
Harry shook his head and reached into his jacket pocket pulling out a stocking cap, "put it on, Pansy," He instructed before climbing on his broom, "and hop on." Pansy squealed excitedly climbing off of Neville's back after giving him a kiss then gripped Harry tightly and joined him aboard the broom, the two taking off quickly before she could say anything else.
"What'd you say to him earlier?" Draco asked once they were gone, glancing at Blaise.
Blaise sighed rubbing the back of his neck and looking away, "mentioned the reason Pansy wanted to do this now."
"Oh Merlin Blaise!" Draco scolded, "he's stressed enough."
"At least he's not drunk," Neville suggested with a frown.
"Yet," Draco shook his head and headed off towards the middle of the pitch broom over his shoulder.
Celebration was to be had, because the two makeshift 8 year teams were completed - everyone that tried out got a position, it was mostly for fun after all. Pansy was standing on one of the joined coffee tables, a glass of fire whisky in the air. All 40 of the 8 years joined the five coffee tables together, and spread out the furniture leaving the huge commons as an open room for the party they were having and now Pansy was gathering the attention of them from on top of the table, "who want's to play spin, kiss, truth?"
A small cheer of 'hear, hear's' erupted and set about pointing them in places around the room so it was like one big circle of almost 20 people, some of the others didn't want to and some had gone off to bed. "What's spin, kiss, truth?" Harry asked Blaise, who he had been placed next to.
"It's a collection of drinking games we made into a big one. Spin the bottle, whoever it lands on gets the option of truth or dare, which they complete - either one that they picked and then they kiss someone in the circle or they drink, if the person they want to kiss doesn't want to kiss them - it's happened before, then they're the ones that drink. Who ever drinks or kiss, spins ultimately." Blaise smiled, "Slytherin's know how to party."
Harry laughed, "I'll say." He watched as they all were tucked away Pansy leading the charge and then she laid an empty wine bottle on it's side and spun it quickly, the point going right to a Ravenclaw Harry had been reacquainted with Monday at breakfast when he joined Luna, and had gotten to know slightly through out the week - Anthony Goldstein. He was a blonde, slightly average bloke with a fit body.
"Dare."
Pansy hummed quietly, before snapping her fingers, "get down to your panties!" She smirked, wiggling her eyebrows. Someone around the circle let out a cat call and the guy stood up pulling his shirt over his head followed by unbuttoning his trousers and giving them a small shake while they slid down his legs. He stepped out of them and kicked them back, bunching his sweater up and throwing it at Pansy who caught it with a wink.
The group of students were whistling and catcalling as he started flexing, until Blaise spoke up with an eye roll, "kiss or drink!" Harry heard chants forming, "kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!" Being chanted around the circle and Anthony started his walk, pacing back and forth then his eyes landed on Harry's and dropped down behind him.
"Kiss or drink, Potter?"
Harry swallowed roughly, his eyes scanning the other, his mind going blank while the other students were staring at them quietly, waiting. "Uh…"
"Do ittttttt!" Blaise yelled giving him a push, and Harry looked back. His face was shading, he felt the darkness coming in. He wanted to die, he didn't want to kiss this man. He wanted to kiss Draco and that was it, Draco Malfoy. Anthony Goldstein was most definitely not Draco Malfoy. He heard the chant growing again, 'kiss! kiss! kiss!' He knew it had only been half a second since the question was asked, Anthony leaning towards him with his eyes closed.
"That's mine," Draco spoke up suddenly from across the circle, cutting the chants off with those two words, "so I'd say you'd better drink, Potter." Harry swallowed roughly, and took a big gulp from his flask. The rest of the night wasn't much different any time it came time for someone to kiss Harry or his turn to pick a kiss the man drank, he was already drunk and was heading towards oblivion before the game finally ended - at some point he was sure he had heard Draco tell everyone to stop picking Harry and then sending a few stinging jinx to people who didn't listen.
But right now he was too drunk to even remember that. He was too drunk to remember anything, feel anything. He was numb. He was empty - something he strove for, at least before. The feeling he craved for during summer nights being curled on the couch this drunk by nine at night, he could remember how much better it was especially right after the war. He wasn't sure he liked it so much right now though.
He felt bad, he felt sick. He couldn't place things, he wasn't sure which way he was looking and was that someone helping him stand?
"Focus Harry, c'mon."
"No," Harry mushed out, his words slurring together, "hissssssssss driiiiinnnn."
"I am the he," Draco scoffed, "no one is stupid enough to touch you, I've been stinging anyone that gets close." Draco spoke rather proudly before giving a hard pull and catching Harry with his arm under his shoulder.
"Drayyyy?"
"The one and only, looking less graceful than ever taking care of your drunk arse."
"Spell."
"Spell what, Potter?"
Harry laughed suddenly, spinning his head around to look at Draco but he was looking the wrong direction and then squinting, "invissssible?"
Draco groaned, took his chin, and directed him around, "here, Potter. Merlin you're dense when you're drunk."
"I…" Harry scowled, focusing blurry eyes before screaming, "resipisco!"
"What?"
"Spell!"
Draco gave Harry a serious look, "stop screaming Potter, for one," he scolded, "r-e-s-i-… resipisco? p-e? Or I?"
Harry blinked back the wateriness in his eyes and shook his head, grabbing his wand and pressing it to his chest, "resipisco!" Draco raised an eyebrow, watching him a moment when suddenly Harry let go of his shirt and stood a bit better not putting all his weight on Draco, "Kreecher taught me."
"I'll remember it," Draco sighed, "now c'mon Potter, bed time."
"With you?" Draco helped him up the stairs, hissing insults at anyone that complained by them walking by or more likely they were complaining about Harry's drunken humming and stumbles, the two finally reached the bed. Draco's, Harry could tell the moment he laid down, encased in the cool silken sheets. "With you." Harry answered his own question from earlier, sliding his hand along the sheets, Draco was untying Harry's shoes, and pulling them off as Harry hummed at him.
"Shut up Potter or I'll come over and kick your ass!" Nott screamed from his bed across the room.
"Been there, tried that Nott," someone added with a laugh.
A girl giggled, "seriously though, Harry, shut up or pull the canopy!"
Harry looked up at Draco in shock, his voice half a whisper, "that was a girl!"
"I know what that was," Draco answered, "now stop humming or I'll tape your mouth shut."
"Kinky," Harry smirked, or at least tried, he knew his face wasn't fully cooperating. Draco finally got his shoes off, and stood adjusting the covers before undressing himself. The soft light form the middle of the room was making shadows and Draco used his wand to put it out before changing. He stripped down to his boxers, pulled on his pajama pants and eased onto the bed, pulling the canopy. Pulling the canopy was a good idea except it blocked all sound, coming in and going out. So typically people didn't pull it unless they were sick or hooking up, because it sucked not being able to hear your surroundings sometimes, with Harry's loud drunk humming? Maybe it was best.
The silence almost completely engulfed them as Draco slipped in, Harry still running his fingers over the sheets, "so soft."
"It's silk," Draco answered lying on top of the sheet.
"I'm yours?"
"I'm aware," Draco smiled to himself, knowing Harry couldn't see, and then he reached out a hand and pushed it through his hair. "You need to sleep."
Harry nuzzled the hand, "I don't want to be drunk, Draco."
"I can get you a sobering potion, Potter," Draco suggested and sat up grabbing it from his trunk before handing it to Harry. Harry took the potion and drank it, staying upright until it kicked in.
"Thank you this is better."
"Better, huh?"
"Right now," Harry spoke softly, "it's just us, it's better this way."
"Your nerves are back," Draco smiled, "I can practically feel them." Harry started to pull his shirt off, and reached under the sheet and unfastened his jeans doing his best to peel them off using his legs to slid them out from under the sheets and off the bed then he reached out timidly, his fingers brushing the sheet rather than Draco.
"Draco?"
"Hm?" Draco was laying back, eyes closed and quiet.
"Where are you?" Harry's voice was growing frantic and Draco felt the sheets grow tight before a covered hand brushed his side, "oh..." he breathed out, "why aren't you under the covers with me?"
"Didn't know if you'd want me to sleep right next to you, Potter," Draco shrugged and shifted slightly, blinking when Harry's wand dimly lit the area, "put it out." Draco spoke quickly, instantly, and reached for the light with his right hand.
"They can't see the light, it won't bother them," Harry was saying but now Draco was up and off the bed stepping out of the canopy and grabbing a shirt, "see?" Harry asked when he came back in before blinking, "why'd you put a shirt on?"
"Because you weren't putting the light out," Draco grumbled and slid under the covers turning on his side and shutting his eyes.
"So? I'm not wearing a shirt or pants," he wiggled as he said that and reached out towards Draco with a shake, "it's fine."
"Potter," Draco groaned opening his eyes again, "go to sleep."
"I'm not tired."
"Then go back to humming."
Harry chuckled, "D-Draco?"
Draco grimaced and shot a glare at him, "so help me Merlin, if you don't stop talking so I can sleep Harry Potter I am going to kick you out of my bed."
"I want a kiss," Harry whispered his eyes drifting.
"You probably taste like alcohol," Draco tilted his head away.
"I'll go shower and clean up, then can I have one?"
Draco peered down at him, "if I'm still awake."
"I'll be so fast..." Harry was already gone the light following him. Draco laid back in silence, adjusting the covers better and the two pillows he had on the bed before shutting his eyes and willing himself to sleep. He knew it was pointless, he wanted that kiss just as much as Harry did. When Harry came back in it wasn't more than five minutes the canopy slid open before the bed dipped and a dim light filled the area.
Draco kept his eyes closed.
"Draco?" Harry asked, and reached out to poke him his hand hovering over his side before he pulled back. Then Draco felt his shirt sliding up, just above his hips now and it stopped. Harry jerking his hand back with a sigh, "Draco," he decided on while pulling the covers up, using his knee to nudge the Slytherin.
"Shut up Potter," Draco groaned, glancing over.
"Oh you're still awake?" Harry tried to pull off disinterested but was doing a terrible job at it.
"I am," Draco arched an eyebrow, "why?"
Harry had been leaning towards him but froze when he asked that question, "u-uh..?"
"Uh?" Draco smirked, "cat got your tongue?"
"You know?"
"I know a lot of things, Potter," Draco teased him enjoying the way Harry flushed up, "if you can't say it - I'm not doing it." He threatened and moved closer, his hand coming out to trail along Harry's bottom lip this thumb flicking against the ring in his lip.
"A kiss," Harry's voice breathed out against Draco's thumb, and Draco was pleased to find it smelled like mint.
"Want one?"
"Y-yes."
Draco smiled, and leaned down putting his lips to Harry's with a soft kiss. Harry breathed out a quiet moan into the kiss and grabbed at Draco, wanting to keep him close. His hands grabbed at Draco's hips, his lips moving in an inexperienced way against the blonde's, his teeth biting at the soft skin. Draco pulled back with a quiet groan, his eyes open and wide, "Potter!" He hissed, "stop attacking me - it's the opposite of sexy."
"I..." Harry's whole face grew read, his body as well, "I'm sorry."
Draco took a moment to calm his anger, and pulled back, "calm down, it's fine." He said sitting on his knees between Harry's legs and used his finger to rub his bottom lip, "weren't kidding when you said, 'nothing more', hm?" Draco tried to ignore the very obvious tent pitched in the sheets and kept his eyes to Harry's who were doing anything but looking at the other. "Let me teach you," Draco smiled, winking at Harry when the man finally looked at him.
Harry's flush grew and he fidgeted, glancing at Draco's lips before nodding.
Draco leaned in, his tongue slid out against his lips wetting them and then he pressed against Harry's. His mouth moving slowly, softly before tilting his head to the side and deepening the kiss. His hand was sliding down Harry's bare side brushing the sheet away to wrap around his length. Harry breathed out a gasp and Draco slid his tongue into his mouth sliding against his, and then he finally pulled back letting his hand caress Harry between the legs.
"I..." Harry's eyes were closed and he was breathing in gasp, "I've never been kissed like that before."
"You've never been kissed before, Potter." Draco smiled, speaking softly against his cheek, "but you got me now." Harry nodded dumbly, his hands shaking as they reached for Draco but he moved just out of reach sitting back as he stroked Harry, "has anyone other than me touched you before, Harry?" He shook his head, eyes wide as he looked down, "you're all mine." Draco whispered and pulled back the boxers.
His hand sliding up his thigh and then wrapping around his length properly, Harry groaned out loudly his head falling back with the force of his moan. Draco stroked him slowly, watching the way Harry's body raised off the bed slightly. His thumb flicked over his head to spread the precum and Harry bit his lip, sucking the ring into his mouth. It was quick, but Draco could understand that. No one had ever touched the guy before, this was his first form of sexual human contact?
And it was all his. Harry's eyebrows knitted together, and a rather awkwardly moaned Draco slipped out before said mans hand was covered in cum. Draco smiled to himself, slowing his hand again to help Harry through the orgasm.
"Ahhh," Harry gasped, red faced as he looked down, "s-sorry."
"Don't apologize," Draco chuckled, pulling his hand back and picked up the wand from the pillow Harry laid it on. He used a cleaning charm and then noxed the wand reaching out to lay it on the bedside table, "now you can sleep."
"What about you?" Harry asked in shock, his fingers reaching for Draco.
Draco took his hand and rested it against his chest while laying back, pulling Harry against his chest to hold him, "don't worry about me Potter."
Harry hummed, "why not? Is that normal?"
"I don't think there is a normal for that..." Draco shrugged, pulling the covers up, "I am tired, it's late and I'd like to sleep."
"Will I get to uh... touch you sometime?"
"More than likely," Draco smiled with a chuckle, "we have a long time for that stuff, Potter."
Harry snuggled in, his damp hair brushing against Draco's chin, "why are you so perfect?" Draco kept his eyes closed avoiding the question. When he woke again he knew it wasn't much later than when he had fallen asleep, Harry screamed out a gasp of words that fell around the blonde loudly before jerking up right and looking around, "stop!"
Draco blinked grabbing his hand off the bedside table, lighting it instantly, "Potter?" He watched Harry coming to, his eyes blinking wildly his damp messy hair all over the place as Harry heaved out breath after breath, "Potter, talk to me."
"I..." Harry gasped in a long breath and shook his head, his hair falling over his face, "I'm sorry, Malfoy."
"Calm down, Potter," Draco answered, "nothing to worry about, what's the matter?"
"The dark."
"So we'll leave the light on," Draco said immediately cursing himself in his mind - what was he doing and why was he doing it?
Harry didn't even notice, he shivered still looking around the dimly lit bed as if it went on for ages before his eyes fell to Draco's, "Malfoy, what's going on?"
"What?"
"Are you okay?"
Draco stared back at Harry, "well, yeah?"
"Why's the light on?"
Draco swallowed roughly, and shrugged. He wasn't sure what to say, right now. Tell the truth or lie, truth or lie, truth or lie... "I thought it was too dark with the canopy pulled but I don't want to open it and deal with them, this okay?"
Harry laid back down his eyes bleak and he pulled his glasses off, putting them on the bedside table, "yeah that's fine, I don't mind." He reached out for Draco's hand.
Draco tucked the wand between their pillows, watching the shadows dance across the canopy before he took Harry's hand and turned to face him, "that okay?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded, "won't bother me. Good night Draco."
Draco laid back down, it's getting worse... He thought with a quiet sigh, he's getting worse.
Lydia-Rashel - Hi. I am glad you are liking it:D Also, and more importantly, that cat in your picture is soooo adorable!
~ Kiz
