Draco awoke bright and early the next morning. Of course that was just an expression as he had no windows in his bedroom, so it was more like dim and early. But it was a good thing as they actually had classes to attend this particular morning. McGonagall would have their heads if they turned up late. Draco looked to the sleeping boy beside him, "Mmhm, Potter... time to wake up," he told him quietly.
Groaning and burying his face into his pillow, Harry mumbled something before realizing Malfoy wouldn't be able to hear what he'd said. Still half-asleep he brought his mouth up out of the fabric long enough to stubbornly say, "No." He'd had such a good dream while he slept and it'd been the first night in years that he had slept so well. He hadn't woken even once in the middle of the night like he usually did.
Draco smiled and pressed his face into Potter's hair, inhaling the scent of the boy before speaking again, "If you don't get up I'll be forced to ravish you again." He poked Potter in the side and intertwined their legs. "So, by all means... stay sleeping," he said with a smirk.
Harry turned his head to the side slowly and yawned. "What?" he asked, opening one eye to gaze blurredly at the blonde. He was still half asleep and hadn't caught what the Slytherin had said, only felt their bodies move close together.
Draco chuckled and nuzzled up into Potter's neck and left small kisses along his skin. "I said... I'll be forced to ravish you if you if you don't get up. We have classes, y'know." He sat up and rolled onto him, still smirking, and put his hands on either side of Potter's head.
"Mmm, we'll be late," Harry protested weakly, knowing that as soon as he felt Malfoy's mouth again he wouldn't be able to resist him. "I don't think Professor McGonagall will accept it," he added, finally realizing that he had classes to attend.
"We have a few minutes," Draco murmured as he leaned down to Potter's lips, "We have to be quick," he whispered against them, reaching his hand down between the boy's legs to grasp his hardening cock. Draco stroked it teasingly before pushing his hands down the elastic to hold him properly. He sped up the pace, biting down on Potter's bottom lip and groaning out.
Harry moaned and squirmed, reaching his hand out to push Malfoy's clothes aside and stroke him as well, wanting to hear him moan out his pleasure. "Fuck... Malfoy... mhmm," Harry whimpered, moving his hips to thrust into the blonde's hand.
"Yes. It's Draco, Potter... my name is Draco" he hissed out, moving his hips and moaning against his skin as they pulled each other off. It didn't take long before they were both panting out their release.
"As wonderful as that was we need to get dressed," he said with a laugh, kissing Potter a few times before getting up to do so.
"You expect me to jump right out of bed after that?" Harry mumbled, still trying to catch his breath from his orgasm. He slowly got up, stretching his limbs before standing, glaring at Malfoy the whole while. Harry wasn't a morning person and he probably would never be one. He left Malfoy getting dressed and shuffled into the bathroom to take a shower and wake himself up.
"Yes, because we're going to be late if you don't, and I for one do not want to have to explain to McGonagall the reason why both of us couldn't show up to her class on time," Draco explained with a smirk and a raised eyebrow as he watched Potter crawl out of bed. He threw on his clothes and swung his leather bag across his shoulder, making sure all his school work was inside before following Potter out and into the bathroom to comb his hair and brush his teeth.
Harry sped up a little when he saw Malfoy was done and waiting for him. He got dressed quickly and was ready only a few minutes after the other boy, even if his tie was a little crooked. "Do we have time for breakfast?" he wondered, grabbing his own bag from the corner and stuffing his Potions book inside. Harry was still fairly tired but he was sure that would pass once he got to class.
"Not really," he told him, adjusting the strap of his bag before calling Daisy as they walked from the room. Draco asked for some quick hand-held breakfast they could eat on the way and she returned with two cream cheese filled bagels. They ate silently as they walked down the corridors to their Transfiguration class, finally arriving just as class was starting.
"See you later," he told the boy, turning away to find a table.
Harry nodded and finished off his bagel quickly before taking his usual seat next to Ron.
"Man, you were almost late," Ron whispered to him.
"Yeah, I know, but only almost," he responded with a grin, whispering back at him as they pulled their books out.
"What did Malfoy make you do this morning? Clean his shoes?" Ron asked with a grimace.
Harry tried to fight off the blush he knew was making its way onto his face. He wasn't about to tell Ron the real reason why he'd almost been late. "Nothing, it was nothing."
Draco was having difficulty trying to transfigure his toad into an acceptable teapot. Distracted by the dark messy hair he spotted out of the corner of his eye, he tried to concentrate on his spell and not Potter but couldn't quite manage to do so. The day was going to take forever if he kept it up – Draco sighed at his once again failed spell and felt like dropping his head down onto the tabletop in frustration. He still had double DADA next class, then Arithmancy and Potions after lunch, but all Draco wanted to do was go back down to the dungeons and tuck Potter back into his bed.
The blonde Slytherin was prominently on Harry's mind throughout the day but luckily he had his friends and fellow Gryffindor's to distract him until lunchtime. He chatted with Neville as they walked into the Great Hall, his eyes scanning the Slytherin table until they spotted Draco Malfoy, trying not to be too obvious about it as he nodded in agreement to what his friend had just said.
Harry sat between Ron and Hermione at the table, listening to them bicker about some thing or another, and wondered about what would happen the moment he and Malfoy were together again in Malfoy's room.
Sighing as he sat down at the tables to eat, Draco poured himself a steaming cup of coffee first thing, practically downing the contents in moments. It felt like someone was watching him and he lifted his gaze from the platters of food to figure out who it was. Potter. He winked at the boy when their eyes met from across the crowded hall and Draco couldn't stop a smirk from forming when Potter immediately turned away, a faint blush across his face.
After lunch Draco muddled through Arithmancy class, twirling his quill between his fingers impatiently as he listened to Professor Vector's lecture on Chinese Numerology. He was happy when the day was almost over with only his favourite class left. Draco headed down to the Potion's classroom with a small smile.
It was the first time ever that Harry somehow found himself looking forward to Potion's. He'd actually ceded to Hermione's nagging and had been studying much harder for the year. It was his last year after all. And, because of Harry's sudden inclusion in the grading of Malfoy's potion it was likely he would be getting fairly decent marks. He was quite happy about it all, which was different from his usual indifference toward his Potion's grades.
Harry sat in his usual seat beside Ron as Professor Snape glided into the room.
"The Draught of Living Death," Snape intoned as he swept up to the blackboard and began to write down a list of ingredients with his flowing script, "It brings upon its drinker a very powerful sleep that can last indefinitely. It is a draught that is extremely dangerous if not used with caution. Maximum caution is required."
Draco jotted down the ingredients off the blackboard as his Professor continued on in his silky no-nonsense voice. "This potion will require competence and precision, and I will not tolerate any bumbling around in this classroom. Potter, Zabini, switch places," the man directed, also forcing many of the other students to move to different seats and partner with people they would not have normally chosen.
Grinning as Potter came to sit next to him, Draco moved his notes to the edge of the table and set up his cauldron. At least with himself as Potter's partner the boy had a chance of learning how to brew this particular potion properly.
Under regular conditions Harry would've complained about the partner change, but he knew that with Malfoy as his partner instead of Ron there was greater of chance of completing the potion without an explosion. "Of course he would pair us together," he said with a grin at Malfoy as he opened his book to the right page, "Merlin, these are a lot of ingredients."
"Not as many as the Werewolf potion," Draco snorted, "It is advanced for a reason, Potter. Most of the class won't even come close to producing it properly, if any at all." They both got up and left the table to gather the ingredients they needed from the storage cupboards.
"Are you still coming with me after supper to catch that wolf?" Draco asked as they returned, filling the cauldron with water and setting the heat to simmer.
"Sure," Harry responded, "even though I'm not sure who you expect to catch one. Do you have a plan?" He started to cut one of the plants as the directions instructed in his textbook, putting the pieces into a small bowl and moving onto the next ingredient on the list. He looked over to Ron, who didn't seem very happy with the outcome of his partnership with Zabini, before turning back to Malfoy and the potion.
"We'll wing it," Draco replied as he poured the required amount of Infusion of Wormwood into the cauldron and then the powdered Root of Asphodel that Harry had ground up. The potion turned lilac and Draco stirred it twice clockwise. "We're wizards, we'll figure something out and catch it. I'm just not looking forward to going into the Forbidden Forest to do so – that place gives me the creeps."
Harry smirked and raised his eyebrow at the comment. "Scared, Malfoy?" he mocked, remembering the time they had been in the forest together their first year. He kept cutting and grinding ingredients as Malfoy took care of the rest of the directions.
"Yes," he replied, taking the Sopophorous Bean from Potter's hands and replacing it with a bowl of ingredients. Draco gestured toward the cauldron, "Here, you're doing that wrong, I'll take the bean, you can turn the heat up until it's bubbling heavily and then add the Valerian Root in small increments." He picked up his small silver cutting knife and crushed the bean to release all of it's juices.
When they both finished their tasks he added the juice from the bean and watched as the potion became nearly clear as if they were looking into water. "Now stir it seven times clockwise and once counter-clockwise, making sure you're precise. And then that's it and hopefully it turns out."
Harry did as he was told, focusing entirely on the potion and stirring it the proper amount of times. He didn't want to mess it up, wanting to get a decent grade for once and for some reason felt that doing a good job might impress Malfoy in some way. Looking into the cauldron when he was finished, Harry hoped it turned out the way it was supposed to.
Giving Potter a nod and a smile when they had finished, Draco was content with the look and smell of the potion and waved Professor Snape over to test it. It had actually been pleasant working with Potter, he was surprised to think, and the boy wasn't completely horrible at potions when he had direction. He waited tensely as Snape dropped a single green leaf onto the surface of their potion. It disintegrated instantly.
"Well done. You have completed the potion exact," Snape drawled, "ten points to each of your respective houses. Clean up your workspace and leave."
Grinning, Harry cleaned up the table quickly as Malfoy returned the ingredients to their proper places. He had never received house points from Snape before, let alone finished a potion to his Professor's satisfaction. He looked over to Ron, who seemed to have calmed down some what, but was still looking unhappy. Zabini was grinning widely at Ron's discomfort. Harry looked back at Malfoy when the boy returned to the table, "Now what?"
"Well, we could take an early supper or you can wait to eat with your friends," Draco said as they slung their bags over their shoulders and left the classroom together, the only students that were done their potion. He called Daisy to drop off their bags in his room so they needn't lug them through the whole castle.
"If we're going to go catch a wolf I suppose it would be better to eat now and get going soon. I'd rather not go into the forest when it's completely dark outside," Harry responded with a shrug and looking at Malfoy. He didn't mention the fact that he was excited about getting back to the blonde's room and finding out what would happen between them once they got there. He wanted to know sooner rather than later.
"Okay, let's eat in the kitchens then. Their not too far from here." They entered to the bustling of all the house-elves darting around to prepare dinner for the Great Hall later. Sitting at a table in the corner to eat, Draco drank his coffee and even got one of the elves to give him a container of the stuff to take with him when they went outside.
He ate until he was full and couldn't possibly eat another bite. Then they left the castle and headed toward the forest, the treetops casting a looming shadow over the grounds as they got nearer. "I really do hate this place," Draco said with an involuntary shudder, "My first visit was the first time I had ever laid eyes on true evil."
Harry was about to say something about Lucius Malfoy being an evil bastard but was clever enough to keep the comment to himself. "You shouldn't drink so much coffee, it only makes you more jittery and nervous than you should be," he pointed out instead.
He had seen so many terrible things that the forest didn't scare him much any more – not that he wanted to be caught in there when the sun went down anyway. "We could try stunning a wolf, couldn't we?" Harry suggested, trying to think of how they would capture one still.
"Shit no, coffee calms my nerves. Tea's too weak. I'm addicted now." Draco said with a laugh at the doubtful look on Potter's face. They walked to the edge of the trees and paused to look around before both ducking in under a large tree. It was much darker in the forest, with the sun hiding behind the branches.
"I was thinking of using that spell as well, but it might not be fast enough. Maybe an Impediment Jinx would work better first because it encompasses a larger area and then stun it, stopping it in it's tracks." They wandered the forest as light slowly trickled away and they were moving through dim shadows.
Suddenly a growl sounded behind them, then in front, and also on either side. They were surrounded by a pack of wolves. The four beasts snarled and gnashed their teeth together as they circled around them slowly. "Shit," Draco whispered, panicking as he clutched his wand tight.
Harry bit his lip as he tried to think of something to do, something that could save the both of them. Four wolves were hard to fight when they were spread out. Any of them could leap to attack at any time and if they stunned one the others might catch them off guard. Fear made Harry's brain work slow.
"Fuck, fuck... fuck," he hissed out and pressed his back to Malfoy's so they could keep their eyes on all the wolves. He closed his eyes for a second and bit his tongue. It gave him an idea, not the greatest idea, but it was something. Harry breathed out deeply and let out a few hesitant hisses. He spoke in Parseltongue hoping to scare the wolves off with the sounds. And if that didn't work then maybe he could get any nearby snakes to help.
The wolves stopped slinking forward and tilted their heads to the side at the sound. They were not frightened but they were wary because they knew venomous snakes lived in the forest. After a moment they became slightly disinterested in their prey and slunk back into the foliage, eyes still glowing and watching them.
"We need to catch one without the others attacking," Draco whispered to Potter as they watched the wolves laying in wait.
"I'd rather they leave and we find a lone wolf," Harry said before switching back to Parseltongue, asking for help and hoping a snake might show up to scare the wolves off because he wasn't too sure how long his hissing would hold the wolves off for.
Draco shivered at the sounds Potter was making. If it wasn't for his fear of the wolves eating them he would've probably been very turned on by it. "I have an idea... follow my lead," Draco said as he recklessly crept closer to the wolves.
"Alarte Ascendare!" he shouted in succession and watched as all four of the wolves shot high into the air, "Now stun them!" He and Potter managed to stun them together and they hit the ground immobilized after only a second or two. "Fuck," Draco said, panting as he realized what they had just done, leaning down and clutching his knees with his head down between them.
Harry closed his eyes for a moment and breathed harshly through his nose. His eyes shot open when he heard the sibilant tones of a snake. The massive creature came dangerously close to Malfoy. "No!" Harry hissed, pushing the blonde aside as he tried to command the great snake not to attack, "Do not attack! I needed help with the wolves, not this person."
"The man is your friend?" the snake asked as it drew away from them a foot or so.
"Yes, I suppose he is," Harry replied, biting his lip. "Thanks for the help, you can leave us now," he added and watched as the snake dipped it's large head in a bow before disappearing into the woods.
Draco hit the ground hard, shock running through his body as he saw the gigantic snake. "Wha-what did you say to that thing?" he asked as he picked himself out of the leaves and wiped the dirt from his bottom.
"Well, I was asking it for help with the wolves but it thought you were my enemy." Harry sighed and shook his head, relieved he had prevented the snake from eating Malfoy. "I told him to not attack you and to go away... basically."
"Oh," Draco said sheepishly, "If I had known that I might have waited." He spelled his pants clean as he was getting no where using only his hands to wipe off the dirt. "Thanks for saving me then. My hero," Draco teased as he leaned over and gave Potter a chaste kiss.
"Well, we should get the hell out of here now before something else decides to attack," he said when he moved away. Draco chose one of the wolves at random and levitated it ahead of them as they left the forest.
Harry couldn't help but blush at Malfoy's words and the kiss. He followed the blonde with a grin, "I wouldn't mind saving you again." On the way out of the forest he made sure nothing was following them and grinned when they reached the castle doors, "You're not going to just levitate the wolf through the castle, are you?"
"Sure, why not?" Draco asked, sighing in relief at being out of the forest and back at the castle. "I'm going to give it to Snape to keep for me until tomorrow. I don't have anywhere to house a wolf."
"Well, go on then," Harry said and laughed as he held the door open for him. The first students started screaming as soon as Malfoy stepped into the Entrance Hall and it made him laugh even harder at their reactions. "That's why," he said casually and followed Malfoy down to the dungeons. Nearly every student they came across backed away quickly with a gasp as they saw the levitating wolf.
It amused Draco to see the students in shock over something so minuscule. The wolf was unconscious, it wasn't as if he was levitating a feral awake creature through the castle. "Well at least we keep things interesting around here," he said, laughing out. He handed the wolf over to Snape with the promise that he would be back tomorrow and the man took the wolf and caged it in his rooms.
It was just after dark when they got back to Draco's room and he mentioned needing a shower. "You should have one too," he remarked, seeing the dirt smudges all over Harry's arms that he had left behind when he'd pulled him in for a kiss.
Looking down at himself and seeing that he was covered in dirt too, Harry nodded. "Yeah, probably," he said, not moving to the bathroom. He would have a shower when Malfoy was done having his. His thoughts turned to what it would be like showering with the boy and he rubbed the back of his neck, thinking it could be exiting. "You think we should maybe shower together? Save water, y'know?" he said quietly and tried not to blush.
"I like that idea," Draco said, trying not to leer too obviously at the boy. He looked Harry up and down seductively, licking his lips at the thought of him naked and wet, and within touching distance. "We can even lock the door."
Draco grabbed Harry's sleeve and pulled him into the bathroom, making sure it was empty before locking it with a spell. He turned to the shy Gryffindor standing around and looking unsure. "Strip," Draco said softly, eyes burning with lust.
He bit his lip and slowly stripped out of his clothes, thoughts of Malfoy all wet and soapy urging him on. Harry felt warm inside, his stomach knotting up in anticipation and hesitation all at the same time. He struggled with the tight leather pants but had them removed quicker than usual, shivering when the cold air hit his skin.
Draco's eyes never left Potter's form, even as he removed his own clothes, watching as more and more skin was revealed to him. They both stood shivering and naked before each other. He moved forward at once and took Potter into his arms, kissing him as they stumbled into the shower together. One of them reached down to turn the shower on and water rushed down their bodies as they pressed tightly to each other under the flow.
Slinging his arms around Malfoy's neck, their kisses becoming messy and passionate, Harry made little sighing noises – he couldn't get enough of Malfoy's mouth. He forgot who they were, that they were supposedly rivals, just let them be two teenage boys pleasuring each other. It felt good. Harry didn't think about what would happen when the week was over, he just revelled in the moment and let himself feel.
He ran his hands down Potter's arms, against his sides, and along his strong chest, stopping only to lightly graze his fingers over the hardening nipples he found there. Draco was addicted to the boy – addicted to the sounds spilling out of his mouth. He pushed Potter up against the wall of the shower, cupping his arse and kneading the tight muscles as he lifted him off the ground.
Harry wrapped his legs around Malfoy's waist and played with his wet hair as they kept kissing. He wished he could stay forever against the Slytherin's body, that time would stop and they wouldn't have to care about anything else as they got lost in each other's arms. He rocked his hips forward desperately searching for some friction. "Fuck... Draco," Harry whimpered as he dropped his head down onto the boy's shoulder.
"Harry. Yes..." Draco moaned out loudly as their cock's brushed together. His legs shook but he thrust back up against Potter's thrusting hips, over and over, leaving them both gasping at the feeling. He licked at the boy's jaw as he let one of his hands holding his arse wander. His fingers dipped down between his arse cheeks, gently brushing over Potter's tight puckered hole. It clenched and Draco swiped over it again, groaning as Potter moved against him faster.
Harry let out a deep moan and was first embarrassed about where Malfoy's hand was but then realized how good it felt. Odd, but good. "Fuck... do it again. Please," he demanded with a whimper, the pleasure starting to overwhelm him. Harry bit into Malfoy's shoulder. He didn't care if what they were doing was wrong or not, he just wanted that feeling again.
Draco pressed a finger against the spot, rubbing the skin lightly in a circular motion as they thrust their bodies together. He eventually started increasing the pressure as he teased Potter's hole and sucked the boy's tongue into his mouth. His finger tip suddenly dipped inside the tightness and he growled but didn't press it further yet, not wanting to hurt him.
Letting out another desperate moan, Harry's hips jerked forward hard. The finger felt strange but good, and for the first time he wondered what it would feel like if Malfoy fucked him. He blushed at the thought and then whimpered when Malfoy moved his finger a bit.
"Gods Potter... you're so tight," Draco moaned against Potter's lips, wiggling his finger. A little more of it sunk deeper into the boy's body. Draco's cock twitched erratically as he thought about being inside that tight heat. He circled his finger around, slowly working it further in and groaning. He just wanted to sink it deep but knew it would be too much for Potter's virgin arse. Fuck, he was the first person inside of him, even if it was just his finger.
Harry's legs trembled and he wasn't sure he'd be able to hold himself up much longer. "Fuck, please... Draco, please... ne-need... gods, need..." he pleaded, unsure what he needed, but knew he wanted more of the feeling. He was desperate for something even if he couldn't tell what it was. He just needed Malfoy.
Draco bit down on Potter's collarbone at hearing his pleas. His finger was slowly going deeper, the muscles loosened from Potter pushing down against it now, it was over half way in. He twisted it around, crooking it upwards and finding the spot that would make Potter see stars.
"Fuck!" Harry screamed out Draco's name, arching his back in a way that looked painful and shooting his come out between them, his whole body shaking. He had never experienced such an intense orgasm, let alone the feeling of whatever it was Malfoy had reached inside him. His head dropped back down onto Malfoy's shoulder, too exhausted that he couldn't hold himself up any more.
Draco came a moment later from their cocks rubbing together, his length twitching hard as he emptied himself with a shout. He wrapped his arms around Potter's waist and helped hold him up as they rinsed off under the shower. That was intense.
They left the shower, leaning against one another, and Draco wrapped Potter in a large fluffy towel before grabbing one for himself. Stumbling out of the bathroom and back to his room, they collapsed onto his bed after shutting the door.
With his eyes closed, a smile on his lips, and the towel loosely wrapped around his waist, Harry realized he enjoyed the attention from Malfoy. It didn't mean he had feelings for him, but he liked the rough 'getting off' together as well as the soft kisses afterwards. Harry turned his head to the side to look at Malfoy. "What you did... felt amazing," he whispered shyly.
Pulling Potter into a sitting position so that the boy's back rested against his chest, Draco snatched the towel away from him, leaving him naked, and proceeded to dry his hair for him. "Mmm, I'm glad," he murmured as he rubbed the silky strands between the folds of the towel. "Just wait until you feel my cock deep inside you. I promise the word amazing will be all you'll be able to think of."
Harry chuckled but also blushed. He hummed at the feeling of Malfoy drying his hair. "Who said I'll let you fuck me?" he asked teasingly after a while. He hadn't planned on letting Malfoy take his virginity. On the other hand, so far the boy was a pretty great lover, as much as it pained Harry to admit.
"We'll see," was all that Draco replied, yawning as he finished drying Potter's hair. He pulled the covers back from his bed, removing his own towel before crawling underneath and gesturing for Potter to lay down beside him.
Harry smiled and rested his head on Malfoy's chest, tugging the blanket up higher. "If you say so," he whispered and closed his eyes. It was crazy what was happening between them but for a short moment Harry was glad he had lost the bet.
Draco fell asleep quickly, holding Potter in his arms as he lay on his back. He was content for now, enjoying the warm body pressed into his side and the feeling of the boy's breath sweeping gently across his chest.