Hello everyone! Told you I'd be getting back on it. :P Yes, even with a two year gap. (Again, sorry)
It may not be the same quality, but I hope you like it.
WARNING: ...sex. Not a lot. But some. Just to warn you's all.
Please don't forget to review!
TheLostHorcrux
The morning light streamed through the window, the curtains lying open. Harry groaned, rubbing his eyes before stretching. He had had one of the best nights sleep possible, in what appeared to be a while. Smiling slightly, he realised there had been no nightmares. No screaming, blood or Voldemort. His smile widened as he burrowed back under the covers, just for five more minutes.
A groan to this right made him freeze, as an arm tightened around his waist. He hadn't even noticed it had been there.
Looking to his right, he spotted the mop of blonde hair just visible above the covers. Draco.
Harry's face began to redden as he remembered why he was there. Draco had offered him his bed, knowing he couldn't face Ron after the… disagreement? last night.
"Hnnnng." Came a sleepy drawl, followed by his bed buddy sitting up more, revealing his face that had been hiding under the covers.
"Morning." Harry replied, a small smile creeping up onto his face without him realising. Draco scowled, pushing the covers down as he stretched.
"Not a morning person, are we?" Harry smirked, before his eyes lowered down to Draco's torso. He didn't remember the blonde removing his t-shirt before bed, but something in Harry was glad that he did. The sun seemed to illuminate Draco's body from the inside, and to Harry without his glasses, Draco seemed to have an ethereal glow around him.
That was when he started to notice the scars.
Three, deep diagonal scars, darker in shade than the pale skin they marred, reached from Draco's right shoulder to his left hip. Harry felt his mouth go dry, but not in the good way.
He had been the one to do that. It was his fault that Draco would always carry them, always be reminded of that day.
Draco saw him staring at him, and looked like he was about to ask why, when he noticed what it was exactly that Harry was staring at.
"Harry -" He started, but was cut off as Harry held up his hand.
"That's what I did?" Harry asked hoarsely, his hand reaching out before he could think. His fingers lightly brushed the middle scar, and he heard Draco's sharp intake of breath. "How can you stand to look at me, when I did this?"
"Because I can." Draco snapped, grabbing Harry's hand. "It doesn't matter how, but I can, so deal with it."
The warmth in Harry's hand snapped his attention away from Draco's torso. His emerald eyes looked up and locked with startling grey. There was so much unsaid lying behind those eyes. Draco turned away, dropping Harry's hand as he proceeded to sit on the edge of the bed, his back to the Gryffindor. More, but smaller, scars littered places on the Slytherin's back, jumping as the muscles underneath moved. Harry noticed that Draco definitely wasn't as skinny as he was in Diagon Alley, but he wasn't the same build as his sixth year.
"Why don't you get rid of them?" Harry asked, talking about the Secumsempra scars. "Hermoine told me there's a way to remove-"
"Has it ever occurred to you, that I don't want rid of them?" Draco cut in, his voice sounding weary.
Harry frowned. If he had the same scars as Draco, he would remove them. As it was, the few he had were mementos that he came out of the war in once piece.
"But, why not?" Harry pressed, moving across the bed so he was nearing Draco. He watched the shoulder's of the blonde tense, before he stood, turning to face Harry.
"I have my reasons." He said simply, before moving across the room to the wardrobe. And with that, the conversation had ended.
Harry watched Draco move, with a grace that only he seemed to possess. He watched as he quickly selected clothes, and moved to the ensuite bathroom that the eighth year rooms were now equipped with. Draco paused before he entered, his hand on the doorknob. Slowly, he turned to Harry. Harry stared right back at the blonde, before slowly standing. He didn't know what his body was doing, it was just reacting.
Draco reached out a hand to cup Harry's face when he was close enough, before pulling him in for a kiss. Their lips met softly, moving together gently. Draco was the first to pull away, gazing at Harry.
"I'll see you later." he muttered softly, his thumb rubbing Harry's cheek. The raven haired boy nodded before watching the Malfoy heir disappear into the bathroom. Sighing slightly, Harry pulled on his clothes from the day before and made his way to his own dorm to shower and change.
Ron had avoided him all week, which was made harder by the weekends. Every time Harry appeared in the same area as him, the redhead would vanish, with another one of the Gryffindor boys or Hermoine in tow. The last time the other boy had escaped from him was when Harry had ventured into the common room to escape the cold air from outside. Ron and Hermoine had been sitting on the couch, and as soon as they had clocked in, Ron had gone speeding out of the portrait hole, Hermoine at his heels, whispering 'sorry' as she passed.
This was why Harry was curled up on the armchair in the common room, glowering at the fire. All of this running around each other had left him frustrated. He could understand that Ron was probably confused, and possibly disgusted, but they could have sat down and spoke about it. But, as usual, Ron had ran away. Plus to top it off, he hadn't seen Draco properly since that morning. He knew the blonde hadn't been sent to the hospital wing (Madam Pomfrey had scolded him for jumping to conclusion, but not without a kind look in her eye). Ginny was spending the weekend with Dean, and the other guys were nowhere to be seen. Luna had spoken to him earlier when they bumped into each other outside. But apart from that, Harry was left by himself. He didn't have any homework to distract himself, as he had finished it all well ahead of time, thanks to Draco.
A small rap on the window behind him made Harry raise an eyebrow and peek over the top of the armchair. An elegant eagle owl sat on the sill, staring at him with its huge amber eyes, a note clasped in its beak. Harry made his way over to the window and opened it, stepping back. The owl, however, promptly dropped the letter and took off again with a cry. Sighing, Harry shut the window and picked up the letter.
As he opened it, the tidy writing was instantly recognisable.
"Meet me where no others seem to look."
Harry raised an eyebrow at the all-too-easy-to-solve riddle, knowing full well it was the Room of Requirement. It seemed that the room was Draco's hiding place for when things got too much. Folding the paper up and placing it in his pocket, Harry made his way to the portrait hole and meandered through the corridors to meet Draco.
As he rounded the corner, he thought about where he and the blonde had reached in their relationship. Harry might not be a virgin, but a relationship with another male was something completely new to him. He and Draco hadn't done more than share kisses, and Harry didn't know what step was next in the relationship.
He stopped as he reached an all too familiar wall. Thinking about how he had to get to the place where Draco was, he paced in front of it three times and watched the door appear before his eyes. Bracing himself, he pushed the heavy wooden door open and walked in.
The room was lit only by candles placed strategically around the room. The fire from before was housing orange flames, that danced and swayed. The bed had been replaced by a tall, old bookcase stuffed with old tomes and books. Beside it was a grand desk, with two seats beside each other. One of the seats was taken by an all too familiar figure.
Draco looked up as he heard the door shut, placing his quill down. "You got my note then. I was wondering how long it took Artemis to reach you."
"Sorry." Harry rubbed the back of the neck before walking towards the table. "I kinda… doddled along."
Draco snorted before standing to reach for Harry, the white shirt and dark grey trousers he was wearing, hugging all the right places. He placed a small kiss on the smaller boy's lips before looking at him. "Has the weasel still not spoken to you?"
Harry shook his head. Right now, he didn't want to think about Ron, knowing that the anger would just surface again. "Not yet. Doubt he will for a while."
Draco rolled his eyes. "He's just being immature about. Don't say I blame him though."
The anger was starting to bubble the longer Harry thought about Ron. "Just…don't talk about him." He muttered through his teeth. Draco watched him carefully for a minute.
"Need to vent, Potter?" Draco said teasingly. "Need to release all that anger?"
Harry's head snapped to Draco, watching the boy's grey eyes dance playfully, with something else lurking underneath. Hunger.
"Maybe I do." Harry whispered, before letting his body take over, grabbing Draco and pulling him into a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. Draco moaned slightly, before his hands came up to grab Harry's hips and pull him sharply forward, their crotches coming together. Harry growled slightly, his hands running down Draco's chest. He didn't know where this almost animalistic need was coming from. All he knew was that they were wearing too many clothes.
Shaking fingers began to unbutton Draco's white shirt, the other man waiting patiently. Harry succeeded in unbuttoning it, and almost ripped it from Draco's body, before his mouth landing on the pale neck. Draco's hands found their way under Harry's shirt, caressing the skin underneath as Harry kissed and nipped at the neck before him.
"Harry." Draco breathed, his hands tugging at the Gryffindor's shirt, lifting it higher. Harry, taking note of this, pulled away long enough for the shirt to be pulled over his head before Draco captured his mouth. The kiss was hard and passionate, and it licked a line of fire straight to Harry's groin.
The Slytherin pulled away, grey eyes almost black with arousal before his steady, pale fingers inched Harry's belt apart. "Do you want this?" He whispered into Harry's ear, making the other boy shiver. He nodded, before kissing Draco again.
"Make me forget." He moaned against the blonde's mouth. "Let it be me and you."
Draco smirked, playfully biting Harry's bottom lip before his silk lips moved to the tan skin of Harry's neck. His hands had managed to divest the raven haired boy of his jeans quickly, and Harry was just in his boxers, his growing erection more obvious now. His breathing came hard and fast, a gasp escaping him as Draco's fingers found a nipple to twist slightly. Teeth grazed his neck as Harry's hand fumbled with Draco's own trousers.
A hand stopped him, causing his green eyes to match Draco's.
"This isn't about me." Draco muttered against Harry's lips. "This is all about you. I'll make you forget, Harry. I'll make you forget your own name."
Then, a hand was in his boxers, wrapping about his erection as he moaned loudly, his hands making their way to card through Draco's hair. The hand began to move, a steady rhythm, with a small twist at the head of his cock before moving back down the shaft.
A small pop from behind Harry made him turn slightly, noticing the all too familiar bed now there. Draco chuckled against his neck, before moving him backwards until his knees hit the bed. Harry sprawled backwards as Draco began to move up him, his hands pulling down the red boxers of Harry.
"Always the Gryffindor." Draco smirked, before gripping the erection before him as his tongue came out to lick the head. Harry moaned slightly at the sensation, his eyes fluttering shut. He had never felt like this. Like all of his nerves were on fire, his body shaking and unrecognisable noises escaping his throat.
The tongue of the Slytherin licked the underside of Harry's cock, before engulfing the head in his mouth. Harry groaned, his eyes opening long enough to encapture the sight before him.
Draco Malfoy, the Ice Prince of Slyterin, Ex-Death Eater and Gryffindor Hater, was kneeling between Harry's legs, his mouth wrapped tightly around his cock, bobbing his head in a steady pace, grey eyes locked onto the emerald green.
Harry thought he was going to lose it right there and then. The sight was burned into his brain, as the blonde managed to pull whines and mewls from him as he worked on the eager cock in his mouth.
He could feel the coil inside him tightening, starting to burn white-hot, his breathing getting erratic. His hands tugged on the blonde strands as he began to thrust into the eager mouth.
"D-Draco, I'm - ah! - getting close.." Harry managed to wrangle out. Draco chuckled around the shaft, sending vibrations right through Harry, before picking up his speed. If anything, Draco's mouth got wetter and warmer, sucking hard before a hand moved down to cradle Harry's balls.
That was it. Harry couldn't take it anymore. The hold of the blonde hair tightened as he came with a cry of the Slytherin's name spilling from his mouth. He relaxed his grip on Draco's hand as the blonde sucked up every drop Harry had spilled, before sitting back on his legs, looking at Harry through lust darkened eyes.
"How was that, Potter?" Draco smirked, one of his hands still massaging Harry's thigh.
Harry just stared at the blonde, before groaning and allowing his head to fall back onto the pillows.
He heard Draco's chuckle. "Guess you did forget your name then."