Harry was gently shook awake by Daisy again. He buried his face in Malfoy's shoulder.
"Can't we just skip Potions?" He mumbled into the blonde's warm skin. As much as Potion's wasn't as much of a pain any more, now that he had been partnered with the best in the class, it still wasn't his favorite class. And he was too comfortable curled beside Malfoy in the boy's enormous bed.
"I'm tempted," Draco told him, sighing as he sat up. He rubbed his eyes tiredly – he'd had a rough night, unable to fall asleep for hours after Potter had already passed out. He rolled out of bed and pulled on his pants, trying to clear his head. Potions required concentration.
Harry slowly sat up with a chuckle, watching Malfoy going about getting ready as normal as if nothing had happened. "So, I can wear something other than those leather pants now, right?"
He crawled out of bed dejectedly, stretching his limbs before shuffling across the room to where he'd put his new clothes. Harry wasn't really excited for Potions, but maybe if he was lucky he would be able to work with Malfoy again and that would make it a little easier. That and his potion had a much higher chance of coming out correctly.
Draco nodded. "You can wear something else. Though I will miss those leather pants. You're arse looked delicious in them," he teased, smacking said arse as he passed by to grab his school bag. He smirked at Potter's reaction, feeling less like a zombie himself now that he was ready to go.
Yelping in surprise, Harry couldn't suppress the colour rising to his cheeks. "Well, I could wear them for you if you ask nicely. I think you might even have a chance of getting me into those shorts if no one else sees me in them," he said in retaliation, grabbing some clothes at random. He had to wear his robes over top any way.
Harry quickly put on the white, long sleeved shirt and dark, nearly black jeans. He'd probably wear whatever Malfoy wanted him to at this point.
"I'd like that," Draco replied, managing to hold back a leer as he imagined Potter's arse in those tight, little shorts... he shook his head. Looking at Harry in his outfit before he covered it with his standard school robes, Draco couldn't hold back a smile. He looked really good.
"Maybe I could bring my whip back out to play," he suggested nonchalantly as they left his room and made their way into proper Slytherin territory. Not that his bedroom wasn't just that, but it was much safer for Harry Potter there than any where else in the dungeons. And wasn't that just strange.
"You could try," Harry laughed, giving Malfoy a saucy wink. The idea wasn't a complete turn off for him, he wasn't sure if he would like it or not but he was willing to give it a try. "And what exactly are you going to try and punish me for?" He asked in a sweet, syrupy voice, a slight hint of desperation as he looked at Malfoy with as much of an innocent expression he could make.
"Hmm, I'm sure I'll be able to think of something. You've been very naughty lately," Draco replied smoothly. They walked out of the Slytherin common room and down the hall, hoping no one could hear what they were saying.
"Yeah, what did I do?" Harry asked, sounding petulant and like he had no idea what he'd done wrong. "I've been nice to you the whole time," he added with the start of a pout, but stopped when a bunch of students passed by closely. Other people did not need to hear what he and Malfoy considered conversation. If they did they would probably think they'd gone insane as it was a far cry from how they used to talk to each other.
Draco looked over Potter's obviously put on expression and quirked an eyebrow at his antics. He was slightly amused but also confused. He wasn't sure if Potter was teasing him or actually did want him to use the whip. He really couldn't tell.
"Well, you were bragging and kept rudely distracting me during our little quidditch match," he mentioned with a shrug, "but I was thinking more along the lines of how dirty of a boy you've been lately." Draco grinned roguishly, fighting the temptation to waggle his eyebrows. He was sure Potter understood what he was getting at without having to make ridiculous facial indications at him.
Biting his lip, Harry felt a blush creeping onto his face. He'd never blushed before as much as he had over the few days, but then, he'd never had Malfoy making salacious comments in his direction before then either. The Slytherin's mouth was not only obscene, but very alluring. Harry made sure no one was around when he stopped Malfoy in the middle of the corridor with a hand on his arm and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"Last time I checked you enjoy that a lot," his teeth grazed over Malfoy's earlobe and then he slowly pulled back, their eyes automatically locking on each other. Harry wanted to give the blonde a taste of his own provocative teasing.
Gasping and trying to keep quiet, Draco felt pleasure quickly rush up his spine. His ears were fairly sensitive and he was nearly hard from that one touch alone.
"Fuck Harry, don't do that," he replied with a breathy moan, clenching his eyes shut so he wouldn't have to look into Potter's bright, playful green ones. "I do like it," Draco continued, voice low, "and I won't whip you unless you want it... but maybe we can discuss this later – in private."
"No? Why not, Malfoy?" Harry said, a grin breaking out across his face as he batted his eyelashes at the normally unflappable Slytherin. It seemed that he was one of the things that could break through Malfoy's usual calm demeanour, though it wasn't really the place to embarrass him. He knew the boy could make Potion's completely unbearable for him if he overstepped his new found power.
"I'd like us to play with your whip sometime, Draco," he said, quietly so that only the blonde could hear him, before turning away and walking into the classroom.
Draco stood there with his mouth open. Now all he could think of was Potter – wearing those tight, little leather shorts, bent over and wriggling as Draco whipped him. He groaned. Damn, Potter. He hoped the lesson plan for today's class would be simple. Draco sat at the usual work table and waited for the start of class, shifting around uncomfortably as he tried to ignore the stiffness between his legs. He was never going to forgive Potter for giving him a boner in Potions.
Sitting down beside Ron, who eyed him carefully with a frown, Harry pulled out his Potion's volume and notebook.
"Since when do you wear clothes like that?" Ron asked, his tone clearly showing his distaste.
"What my robes?" Harry answered dumbly, looking down at his usual school wear in confusion.
"No, those high end ones peeking out from underneath."
Harry snorted at Ron's obvious jealousy. He loved his friend but sometimes he just said the stupidest things. "Well, Dr-Malfoy he wanted me dressed in some nicer things, said something about not being caught dead with a fashion disaster like me. I kind of like them," he replied, just barely covering up his slip of the boy's name. Ron was unable to respond because Snape started to speak.
"You will be reviewing the last potion you attempted, and since most of you failed at producing an adequate concoction you will also be making it again. I am disappointed that only two of you were competent enough and that I must waste my time on repeating this lesson. Do not make the same mistakes as last time. Same partners and no explosions this time," Professor Snape said in his usual deep, monotonous tone, giving Ron a pointed look at the end of his diatribe.
Draco rose his hand. "Professor, are Potter and I required to re-do the potion as well?" he inquired, hoping they did not have to. He didn't think he could concentrate well enough at the moment. Snape rose and eyebrow and stared him down, looking as if he was deep in thought, coming over to his table to talk to him directly.
"I have made Madame Pince aware that she should be expecting your company in the library. The class does not need you both here distracting them, and since you've proven yourselves able to procure the potion, you may have some extra time to prepare for your Newts and the potion we will be moving on to next. Veritiserum, Mr. Malfoy. You know very well how difficult it is to make. Don't waste my generosity."
He nodded his head and bit his lip to stop from chuckling at Snape's theatrics. The man sure loved his drama.
"Good luck, mate," Harry said after overhearing Snape, grinning at his own luck as he patted his friend on the shoulder before getting up to leave with Malfoy. Ron groaned, slamming his head down onto his folded arms.
"Too bad we can't just go back to sleep," he commented as they left, heading in the direction of Hogwart's library.
"Well, Veritiserum is basically a Master level potion. I'm actually glad for the time to prepare for it. I'm sure Professor Snape doesn't actually expect any achievements with brewing it. He's just testing everyone like he does every year, wants to see if there's anyone worthy enough for him to take on as an apprentice," Draco explained.
"I think you could do it," Harry replied encouragingly, "I mean, you created your own potion, you're like a Potion's genius or something." He couldn't deny how impressed he was with Malfoy. It was odd that he was impressed with the blonde, instead of thinking he was just an annoyance, but Harry was good at going along with sudden changes in his life and this wasn't any different.
Draco's lips quirked at Potter's unwavering faith in him. He wondered about Potter sometimes. "Maybe," he simply said. It was a complex potion though, even more so than his own, and Draco was not a Master.
Harry shook his head at Malfoy, wondering how he could be so narcissistic and modest at the same time. He stopped Malfoy to press a small kiss against his lips, giving him a little smile just before he pulled back.
"Do you think Madam Pince will let us have some breakfast in the library?" He asked, already knowing what the answer would be, but still hoping she might acquiesce to him anyway.
"Not bloody likely," Draco responded with a small snort of disbelief. "I could really use a cup of coffee though." He wasn't hungry at all, usually wasn't in the mornings, but he wouldn't say no to an apple or something equally snack-like either. They entered the empty library and picked a table far away from Madam Pince's hawkish gaze to sit at.
"You're such a coffee addict," he teased, dropping his book bag onto the chair next to him as he sat across from Malfoy. Harry leaned back in his chair, letting his legs stretch out under the table, slumping into his usual 'library relaxed pose'. Hermione usually dragged him to the library at least once a week or more and he had been forced to find a way to get comfortable in the hard chairs and found becoming practically boneless in his seat had helped.
Raising his eyebrow at Potter melting into his chair, Draco sat stiffly in his chair and flipped to the section they needed in his Potion's volume. "Don't knock the coffee. Coffee is needed. If you find I'm easily annoyed and prone to bad moods now – well that's when I've had my caffeine fix, think of how bad it would be without."
Harry rolled his eyes and didn't respond. It seemed Malfoy had an attitude no matter what so he wasn't going to dispute his claim. He stared at the blonde, not even bothering to pretend like he was going to study or look up the Veritiserum potion. It wasn't like he would be able to make it anyway, he wasn't ignorant of his own skills, or rather lack there of.
"I wonder what would have happened if we had been friends that first year," Harry said, without thought, eyes soaking in Malfoy's features.
He was handsome, a little upward dip to the tip of his pointed nose, soft-looking full lips, a prominent narrow chin, and expressive, eyebrows. And his skin. Harry couldn't even start to describe it. He left looking at his eyes for last because Malfoy hadn't been looking at him, but when he caught them with his own they were narrowed and kind of frustrated.
Draco stared Potter down. He didn't think Potter realized that his comment cut right through Draco's chest. He sighed as he thought of how different their lives could have been, if only... if only so many things. If only the dark lord didn't exist, for one thing.
"Who knows," he said, "perhaps it was fate. If we had been friends it probably would have been used against us." Draco had thought about this all before, even though it was something he would never admit to and usually left him feeling slightly depressed.
"You think so?" Harry asked, surprised about Malfoy's answer. He thought about it for a moment, thinking about how many people had power or influence over not only the blonde but himself. Ron wouldn't have liked it. Neither would any of the other Weasley's probably. "I guess."
There was also Lucius Malfoy and Voldemort, and he shuddered to think about how that could have turned out if he and Draco Malfoy had been friends from the start.
"So, can we work now? Or at least talk about more pleasant things? I'd rather not have my morning filled with thoughts of the dark lord," Draco stated as he pulled his quill and notebook from his bag, trying to change the subject.
"Do you think you could ever be nice to my friends, Malfoy? Do you think you could be something other than just my rival?" Harry asked, figuring that if they were going to talk about their pasts that he may as well lay it all out on the table, get to the things they might be able to at least try and work on. That was if Malfoy even cared to. Harry was eager to do so now... well, it was more like a need.
He needed to know if the intimacy they had shared was just going to wind up being a complete farce. He wanted to be prepared for the feeling of being torn to pieces in a different way than usual by his school rival. Because there was no going back to what they were before. How could they?
"Potter, are we having a relationship discussion?" Draco inquired, closing his book with an audible snap and pushing it aside. He ran the feathered edge of his quill along his lips and thought about Potter's questions. He didn't like Weasley, at all. Draco didn't kid himself into thinking he ever would. But the know-it-all had managed to earn at least a bit of respect from him over the years. Not that that mattered, really, in the grand scale of things.
"I just-" Harry bit his lip, worrying it between his teeth. Were they really having one of those? He pondered how his questions would come across to the blonde and after a minimal amount of time he nodded.
"Draco. I-I can't just ignore the past, it would be stupid of me to... but I need to know if the future has a possibility of being something more. I mean, we've been practically living in each other's back pockets, we've learned a lot about each other that should change at least some of our preconceived ideas about one another... and I just – I don't want us to be rivals any more. I don't think we can go back to that. I can't." Harry took a deep breath, feeling blood rush to his face after speaking. He wasn't used to opening himself up like that, especially to Malfoy.
Draco couldn't speak for the longest time. This was... something else. It felt like his heart was trying to crawl out from his chest up through his throat. Draco swallowed, mouth dry as he processed everything that the boy had said. He just stared at Potter, watching him turn more and more red as he waited for Draco's response. It felt perversely good to leave him in suspense.
"What do you want from me, Potter?" he finally said, twirling his quill between his fingers to distract himself from the fact that his body was starting to tremble.
"I don't hate you. I..." Harry admitted, unsure what he wanted from the Slytherin. He needed change, that was all. It was so simple, yet extremely difficult to explain. "I mean... Malfoy, we've fucked," he almost choked on the words and he had to turn away from Malfoy's steely gaze, "I can't just ignore that... fuck, I can't pretend it never happened, alright. Can you? Can you go back to being my enemy..." he couldn't believe he was saying things like this, "...knowing I've been inside you?"
Now Draco was turning red, probably bright red, and he'd lost his breath completely. He didn't want to do this.
"How do you think your precious Weasel and Granger would take it? Do you think they'd just let everything go? Do you think anyone would let me be anything other than your enemy, Potter?" Draco said, voice low as he finally forced the words out, pretty well spitting out the boy's name. "Have you forgot about the dark lord? How about my father? The Slytherin's? Your own house?" If Draco changed anything now it would just be a disaster. He didn't know if he was ready for that. He didn't even know what he wanted, really.
Harry had no idea how they could go from teasing one another to fighting. That was basically how their morning was going. It was probably his fault. But it was better to get it all out now then to do so later when Malfoy might mean something to him.
"Don't be a stubborn arse. This isn't about them. This is about what is real and what isn't. I'm offering you something here, Malfoy. Something I don't think you've ever had before. Don't push it all away just because you're scared."
"I'm not scared."
Draco stood from his chair, fists clenched against his sides as he tried to keep his voice down so he wouldn't attract the librarian's attention. He was practically vibrating.
"I just don't know what you want from me."
Harry got up and looked across the table at Malfoy's shaking form. He didn't know what to say. Reaching out, he took hold of the front of the blonde's robes and pulled hard, leaning forward at the same time.
He crashed their mouths together, taking Malfoy's mouth in his possession, prying his lips apart to thrust his tongue inside. Harry was done talking, knew it wasn't doing them any good. They had never been good at talking to each other any how.
He was taken aback by Potter's domineering move, his brain wasn't even able to function enough to process whether he should fight back or not. Draco gave in to the demanding mouth, letting Potter have control. He didn't know why, he just did, it was beyond him to contemplate anything else. The fingers in his shirt loosened and trailed up his neck into his hair instead.
Draco pulled his mouth away all of a sudden, eyes closed against having to look at the brunette that had taken his breath away. "Fuck. Just... Fuck, Potter," he said, panting. "You can't just do that. We're in public."
"Pfft. Fuck that noise."
Harry practically dragged Malfoy across the table, falling backward into his chair with the Slytherin's weight on top of him. He licked at the blonde's shocked lips and sucked the bottom one into his mouth.
"I'm claiming you as mine whether you like it or not, Malfoy. You can keep fighting me all you want. I know you want me now. Nothing you do will change that I know that. You can pretend to play death-eater, you can be daddy's little obedient pet, you can be the perfect, spiteful, bastard Slytherin, but you can't fool me."
Draco's head was whirling. He was mad, fucking pissed at Potter's words. But he was also so turned on it nearly hurt. Maybe it did hurt a little. His chest surely felt like it was on fire. Why did Potter have to wind up being... being so... so... Potter-like? Draco didn't know up from down any more. He was in Potter's arms and he found himself not caring about anything other than that. Fuck. That wasn't good.
"I'd be disowned. I'd be ostracised. I'd be killed. My options are limited. Lick the mad-man's boots or die. You don't think I haven't thought about running away? Escaping all this ridiculous madness? My life's not easy, I've told you before. Don't do this to me." He couldn't even recognize his own voice, it sounded so small and defeated.
"I'm not doing anything. This is all you. You have decisions to make and you can't just keep pushing them aside, pretending... that's not how life works. You're already hurting, I can see that, so why not at least hurt for all the right reasons? Besides, I'm pretty sure I can provide you with much more pleasant things to lick." Harry ran his fingers through soft, blonde hair. This conversation had really got out of hand. But he had no regrets.
Draco released the breath he was holding and looked up at Potter's face. He hadn't expected anything Potter had said. He buried his face against his shoulder.
"I'm not going to call them by their first names," Draco mumbled, feeling Potter's grin in his hair when the boy rested his head there.
Harry hoped that one day they could all get along, but he wasn't going to put much stock in it occurring any time in the near future... if ever. But, it was a start, and that was all he'd wanted. It didn't have to be any more complicated. Too much of Harry's life was that already, and he had a feeling that this would all lose it's simplicity in no time. He could imagine that it wasn't easy for Malfoy to concede in such a way.
"I'm pretty sure they'd have heart attacks if you did."
Draco shuddered. Was he really agreeing to this? He knew on the surface it was just an agreement to be civil toward Potter's friends, but in actuality it was so much more.
"I've always known that Weasley's and Granger come attached to Harry Potter..." he paused and swallowed to try and clear his throat, "... and apparently I want Harry Potter."
Harry couldn't believe Malfoy had actually said it. Had he said it? It was possible he had imagined it. But it wasn't as if he was going to get him to repeat it. He wasn't suicidal.
"And I suppose I could get used to your friends. Like Pansy and Blaise."
He scoffed, "You don't have to be nice to anyone in Slytherin. In fact, they'd probably take you more seriously if you didn't. You'd get more respect by being rude and they wouldn't think as much about taking advantage of you. We're not Gryffindor's, Potter, we don't really 'do' nice."
Draco held back his snarl at how Blaise would most likely try and take advantage of Potter at every possible opportunity. He wasn't going to let that happen. The Slytherin's knew how possessive he could get.
"Also, Blaise might get the wrong idea if you're suddenly kind to him."
Harry laughed as he watched Malfoy's expressions change rapidly. "I said I'd get used to them, not treat them like puppies and kittens. I know they're Slytherin's. Besides, I'm not interested in Zabini what-so-ever. Who'd choose him when they've got you?"
"Hmm, you sure know exactly how to stroke my ego, don't you?" Draco commented with a small smile that he couldn't stop from creeping onto his face, a squirming feeling deep in his gut from Potter's comment. "I am more attractive than Blaise, though."
"I'm just telling the truth. Stroking your ego seems to just be the side effect," Harry replied. "You know, if someone had told me a week ago that we'd be here together, getting along, and everything else that's happened between us, I'd probably have sent them to St. Mungo's to get their head examined."
He hummed to himself as he thought about his next words, "I thought you were quite fit, but my thoughts didn't quite go so far as to actually think about getting you into bed with me."
"Well, technically Potter, I got you into my bed, but that's just semantics," Draco responded. He felt wrung out, but the teasing twist to their conversation was helping.
Harry couldn't argue with that as it was true. He chewed on his lip. He wanted to know something, had been curious about it for a while, but he had no idea if now was the time or place to ask Malfoy about it.
"How many people have you had in your bed?" He tried to keep the jealousy out of his voice. Harry wasn't really jealous any way, more curious really. Maybe only a little bit jealous.
"Do you really want the answer to that?" Draco asked with a small frown.
"Well, you've sort of been my first, I'm just curious. It was in the past, right?" Harry replied. It was just something he needed to know, for some strange reason. "I promise I'm not going to take it badly," he pecked the boy on the lips, "now tell me."
"Fine. But just remember that you asked." Draco didn't really want to tell him, it was kind of awkward telling someone you were sort of sleeping with, okay more then sort of, about your past hook ups. But he'd divulge the information anyway and hope it didn't cause another fight.
"Pansy was my first. Yes, I know, a girl right? But that was a long time ago, end of 5th year if I remember correctly. Then I had a short, meaningless fling with Blaise – we called that off fairly quick. And lastly there was Thomas. That was the end of last year. He was a 7th year Slytherin and he's gone now."
"Seducing 7th year students, Mr. Malfoy?" Harry teased, grinning at the blonde. "That wasn't so bad to tell me, was it?" He asked, nuzzling his face against Malfoy's jaw. "I couldn't really tell you why I wanted to know, but I just... I just had to."
"No, I guess not. And, what can I say? I usually get what I want," Draco said, looking pointedly at Harry. He'd managed to have him after all. And they had been rivals. It was weird to think of it in a past tense.
Harry laughed, "I hate to admit it, but it's true. You usually do." He stuck his tongue out at him. "I suppose you're just too desirable for your own good."
"Oh, but it is usually for my own good. And I did spend six years telling you how fabulous I am. It's not my fault you never believed me." Draco pushed himself from Harry's lap and gathered his things to put them away. Class would be over shortly and the library would no longer be empty of students. They had been lucky that Madam Pince had left them to their privacy the whole while they'd been there.
"I have History of Magic and then DADA for the rest of the day. And then there's Quidditch practice after that. I won't get to see you again until I head to bed."
Harry sighed, "I'll wait for you in the room," he told Malfoy, getting up from the chair reluctantly. He carded his fingers through his hair in a useless attempt to tame it and straightened his robes. They gathered their things and parted ways, their eyes saying their goodbye's better than words could have.
Draco spent the rest of the day taking notes and then duelling with the other students in his Defence Against the Dark Arts class. He was sore by the end of it as he hadn't been able to perfect the shielding charm they had been practising yet. So he'd wound up flying back on his already sore arse multiple times. Riding his broomstick later was going to be hell.
Harry had slipped up. He hadn't meant to. But Ron had been looking for an excuse to comment about Malfoy and had caught his mistake without even blinking.
"Draco? Since when is he Draco?" Ron interrupted.
"Umm. Well, as you obviously know... we've been spending time, you know, together a lot, and uh-because of the bet and all, he makes me... say his name, yeah that's it... so... I just, it was just a slip. Yeah, just-" he stuttered, his eyes wide as he tried to think of something... anything to tell his friend, because he'd never been good at lying.
"Just what, Harry?" Hermione inquired softly.
"We're sleeping with each other, dammit," Harry blurted, biting his lip as his face went red. He stared at Ron who had stopped walking beside him to stare back at him with big, shocked eyes. Hermione frowned at them both but didn't say anything.
Draco walked to the pitch and it started to rain. It wasn't too bad though, so he still gathered his team, and they took to the air to start the usual drills he regularly ran them through. They went through the manoeuvres easily and then started up a small skirmish.
The rain began to beat down harder and the sky began to rumble. Draco's hair stood up on end and he called his team to stop. Then Nott was nearly struck by a bolt of lightning and they all rushed off the field as quick as they could.
The thunderstorm had started and they ran to the castle for protection from the rain. When they were safely inside Ron turned to Harry and said, "You were kidding right? I mean, you can't be with Malfoy, really, right?" Harry shook his head. "That's completely ridiculous. It's the worst joke I've heard, Harry, it's not even funny."
He followed his team into the locker rooms as they all scattered off the pitch. Draco showered quickly, wanting to get back to his warm, dry room, leaving them to their horsing around. When he got there it was empty. Draco frowned and sat on his bed, wincing at the pain in his lower back and tail bone. He stripped off his clothes and lay back on his bed to relax, hand creeping down to cup himself after a few quite minutes.
"I'm sorry, Ron. It's not a joke. I know it's Malfoy, I know you don't like him... hell, I didn't like him not that long ago... but, I can't really explain how he'd different from what I thought," Harry explained, his words slow as he made sure to think of them before speaking. "We just work. I don't know why... I don't know when I started finding him attractive or when I thought of him differently, but it just happened."
"He gave you a potion or something. That's why you're thinking like this," Ron suggested desperately. Hermione shook her head at him.
"I think he's serious, Ron," she explained. She could tell that Harry's senses were still intact, even if she didn't understand how something like Malfoy and Harry being together in any way other than as rivals could come about. "He looks... happy, don't you think?"
Draco sighed as he slowly started stroking himself. He really wished Potter was there with him. At least he was distracting himself from the pain. He fumbled his hand into the drawer of his night stand and found the lube, squeezing some out onto his hand. Draco brought his fingers down to his arse and slipped a finger inside.
The lube had some numbing properties and took away some of the stinging sensation that had accumulated throughout the day. He groaned, raising his right leg up higher toward his chest, pushing the finger deeper. It was beginning to feel more than just good.
"He can't be with Malfoy! That's just... I mean... that's fucking insane!" Ron said, somewhat crazed as he waved his arms around. Harry winced.
"I knew you'd say that. Just... I am kind of happy, okay? Please, just understand okay?" Harry pleaded, feeling frustrated with his friend and also himself. Hermione placed her hand on his shoulder in a comforting way, smiling at him, as small as the smile was.
"I'll talk to him, okay?"
"Harry-fuck. Harry," Draco moaned out, pleasuring himself, barely holding back from whimpering. He guessed the brunette wasn't coming. He'd been waiting for a long time, teasing himself, drawing it out. Draco had two fingers inside now and his hips bucked down when he twisted them around. "Fuck... oh, fuck."
Harry left his friend to deal with Ron, heading back to the dungeons to Malfoy. He walked into the room and had to bite down on his own lip to stop from moaning before he even closed the door. "Shit," he muttered, dropping his school bag and pulling off his robe quickly and stripping down to his pants. Malfoy pleasuring himself while moaning Harry's name was probably the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
"You can't just start without me," he said, crawling onto the bed, hands reaching out to touch Malfoy.
"Yes... finally. Finally," Draco hissed out as he felt Potter press against him. He let go of himself to clutch at Potter's back, pushing his hips upward. He stretched his neck out and kissed the boy, moaning, a little high pitched, as his fingers brushed against that brilliant spot inside himself.
"So fucking hot, Malfoy," Harry breathed out, wrapping his hands around Malfoy's leaking cock. "I was thinking about this all afternoon," he admitted, nibbling on the lobe of his ear and chuckling when it turned him into a moaning mess. He needed this so badly, needed him melting beneath his touch.
"Please," Draco begged, leaving scratch marks down Potter's back as he pulled his fingers free. "Harry, please." He wiggled his hips in invitation.
"Yeah? You need something? You need me to fill you?" Harry asked, the words flowing effortlessly from his lips like he'd done this a thousand times before. He never knew he could feel such a rush from saying something like that.
He pulled himself free from his pants and rubbed the head of his prick against Malfoy's slick, pulsing and greedy hole. "You want this, Malfoy? Want me inside you? I want to hear you say it."
Draco moved his legs up to wrap around Potter's waist, whining breathlessly as he was teased. Fucking hell. Damn him. "Bloody hell, Potter. I need you to fuck me right now. Right fucking now."
"Okay," he whispered, lining up properly and slowly, so very slowly, nudging his way inside. Harry groaned loudly, the tight feeling overwhelming him. "Shit, you're so tight. You feel fucking amazing, Malfoy."
Harry kept still when he'd pushed his way in completely, holding onto the Slytherin's restless hips as he got accustomed to the feeling. Then he started thrusting, pulling back almost all the way before sliding forward again, picking up the pace when he just couldn't hold back any more.
"Gods. Potter, you're so big. Shit. Just... just, yeah-like that."
Draco brought his mouth up to Potter's neck, nipping at the skin as he pushed his hips against him, trying to get him to go faster. He gasped. Potter really did feel big, so big inside him, his eyes rolled back as he gasped out. "I'm so close," he said, clenching around Potter's length.
Harry sped up, his legs shaking as he whipped his hips forward. He reached his hand down to grip Malfoy, sliding his thumb up over the tip to spread around some of the fluid before stroking him as much in time with his thrusts as he could.
The feeling of being stroked along with Potter fucking him into the mattress was all too much. Too intense. Draco gripped Potter's arse in his hands and squeezed hard, grinding himself down onto him with a low growl. He came with a shout, his cock twitching erratically as he made a mess between their bodies.
Burying his face into Malfoy's shoulder, Harry moaned shamelessly and came from the feeling of the tight walls of his anus clenching hard around him. His hips moved on their own, slamming into his body until he was shaking. "Shit," he said, pulling out and rolling onto his back as he panted.
Draco had his eyes shut tight and he was breathing hard still. He rolled over onto his side and curled up against Potter's sweaty skin. "About time you showed up."
"That was quite a nice view when I came in the room, Malfoy," Harry said, grinning as he pressed his face into Malfoy's light, ruffled hair. He inhaled his scent and sighed deeply. "I fucked up and you're probably going to kill me."
Draco's eyes snapped open. "What did you do?"
"I told Ron and Hermione about... well, about us. It didn't go too bad, but I guess I'll know more about it tomorrow."
"Oh? Is that all? I expected it at some point. You could never keep a secret, Potter. I just didn't expect you to blab everything so soon," Draco said wryly. "So, did Weasley freak out?" He asked quietly.
Harry snorted. If only Malfoy knew how many secrets he could actually keep. "He first thought I was joking... then thought you'd drugged me. Hermione seemed to take it well, she even told me she'd talk to Ron about it. She's always been the quick one. Knowing her, she probably knew about it before I did... not that that even makes sense. But, that's Hermione for you. Maybe they could talk to you... or something," Harry shrugged, "they might realize you're not out to get me."
"I don't really have anything against either of them... though Weasley's attitude makes me want to smash his face in most times, no offence," Draco said, drawing his fingers along Potter's chest. "I don't know if that will help but I guess it wouldn't kill me to have to talk to them."
Harry hummed, feeling drowsy and also for some reason content. "The bet's almost over you know. And then we won't have that as a front any more. It'll be nice to see my friends some more, but I'd like to spend some time with you still. Think we can figure something out?"
Draco sighed. "You know I went so fucking easy on you, Potter? I could have made your life a living hell this week. I could have made you do things that would have scarred you for life. If they can't see that it's not the bet then that's their problem."
He didn't like the situation at all. He hated having to explain himself. He yawned, his eyes feeling heavy. He'd had a long day.
Harry grabbed the nearest wand, he was pretty sure it was Malfoy's, and cleaned them up with a quick spell, yawning himself. "I know. I know, Malfoy. I guess we can talk about it more tomorrow. It's getting late." His mind was too tired to think about everything all at once and it would be easier to make sense of it all in the morning. "Good night."
"Night," he replied, eyes already closed. Potter was warm and much too comfortable. He didn't want to think any more. It didn't take Draco long to fall asleep.