Chapter Six: Relaxed Pleasure

Harry blinked and rubbed his eyes, finding that his glasses were still on his face. He looked around and didn't realize where he was at first, but when he looked down, he saw that he wasn't alone. Draco was pressed up against Harry's back, his arm wrapped around Harry. Draco was holding him tight, as though he was scared to let go. His soft breaths tickled the back of Harry's neck. Harry adjusted slightly and Draco moved in response. He pressed his impossibly soft lips to the back of Harry's neck, and his breath sharpened at the feeling.

He was semi hard, and could feel Draco's prick against his lower back as well. Draco deepened the pressure and began sucking on Harry's neck so hard he knew it would leave a mark. He was no longer semi hard- instead he was fully aroused. Harry turned to face Draco, throwing one leg over Draco's legs and pressing his lips to Draco's, hard. Malfoy responded by biting Harry's lower lip hard, making him moan slightly.

Their hips were pressed together and Harry could feel Draco grow even harder, until he was rock hard. Draco moved his hips against Harry's, and to his horror, Harry felt precum leak from his tip. He pulled away with a look of terror on his face as he looked down and saw that the crotch of his khakis were a bit damp. Draco followed Harry's gaze and his eyes widened when he saw what was going on.

When Draco moved away, Harry noticed that the front of Draco's jeans were even wetter than Harry's khakis. That only made Harry release a bit more, and they blushed together. Draco pulled Harry back to him, kissing him fiercely. Draco rolled on top, and Harry reached up to play with Draco's hair. Suddenly Harry pushed Draco off and sat bolt upright.

"Shit. What time is it?" Harry asked abruptly. Draco's face went pale as he looked at his watch.

"Um well I have a free period but you have class in five minutes...and your pants are clearly damp around your cock," Draco mumbled. Harry leapt out of bed and straightened his khakis, horrified at what he looked like. Draco rolled out of bed and pulled off his hoodie, throwing it at Harry.

"Wrap it around your waist. It'll cover you until you can change pants. Now go, you have class!"

Harry ran over to Draco, kissed him hard, and then grabbed his bag and sped off to Charms. He burst through the door as class started, drawing the eyes of everyone in the room to him. He powerwalked to the back of the room and sat down next to Hermione, who was smirking so hard her face looked as though it would fall off. He gave her a sideways glance and Flitwick began to set their task. When he finished talking, Hermione and Harry paired up to work on Protean charms.

"Well Harry...looks like you had a good night. You're wearing the same clothes, your hair is messier than normal, and you have his hoodie wrapped around your waist, I assume to hide something," she said snidely. Harry glared at her but couldn't stay mad; he was too happy, and a smile crept on his face.

"It's not what you think. We just fell asleep studying. Although we did kiss. And grind. And fell asleep together. Oh my god I just remembered something. When I kissed him for the first time, it felt as though in that moment, I fell in love. More in love than I've ever been, more than I ever felt with Cho or Ginny. He makes me feel...I don't know, maybe alive. Like waking up from a long dream and finally seeing reality. And reality is beautiful."

Hermione sat there for a moment, just smiling widely. Her eyes seemed a little wet, but she was obviously happy.

"Oh Harry, that's great. I don't think I've ever seen you so genuinely happy before. You look light somehow, even though you really look like a hot mess. You better be grateful that Ron's not in this class, because if he was, you'd be screwed. And not by Draco," she remarked sassily. Harry was taken aback by how sassy she was being. He glared at her momentarily before turning his attention to the scrolls of parchment he was supposed to be performing the charm upon. If successful, anything written on one scroll would appear on the second as well. Hermione had successfully cast the charm in their 5th year, but Harry had yet to succeed.

He firmly grasped his wand and clearly said the incantation. With a ruffle, the magic settled upon the parchment. Eager to test it, Harry scrawled his name upon the scroll, delighting when his messy ink matched upon the second sheet of parchment. Hermione smiled, but it was clear in her expression that they were not finished discussing Draco. He managed to avoid the subject for the rest of the class, then rushed off to the Gryffindor dorms to shower and dress during his next free period.

When he stuck his head through the portrait hole, he was greeted by whoops and hollers from Ron, who was sitting in the common room with a pile of books in front of him, unopened.

"Oi mate! How was your night?" he laughed knowingly. Harry's face grew hot, and Ron laughed harder.

"Who was she?" he asked, "How was she?" Harry's stomach twisted at his words. It wasn't a 'she' at all, but Ron didn't know that. He gave a half smile and ran up the stairs as fast as he could. To his relief, the dormitory was empty, allowing him to drop his bag and go straight into the bathroom without any more conversation. He turned on the shower nearly as hot as it would go, then untied Draco's hoodie from his waist, uncovering his salty stained pants. Seeing the stain caused Harry's brain to leap to the events of the morning, immediately making blood flow downwards.

He finished stripping and stepped into the hot shower, his member rock hard. Trying to ignore the urge, he shampooed his hair, but doing so only reminded him of how Malfoy had stroked his hair the night before, entwining his fingers as they kissed, drawing them closer. Before long, Harry had given into his desires, and closed his eyes as he imagined Draco in the small tiled space with him, his hands on Harry's waist, his prick pressed against his back, his soft lips leaving a trail of kisses on Harry's neck and shoulder.

He exploded, a blanket of relief washing over him along with the hot water, his lungs desperately fighting to fill with enough air as all the muscles in his body released, causing him to sink to the floor of the shower. He sat there in the hot water for a while, mind racing, struggling to stay awake despite the flurry of thoughts in his brain. How could this be happening? Him and Draco Malfoy, the very man who had been an enemy of his for years? And yet, he hadn't been as happy as he was last night in Draco's arms for a very, very long time. Everything just felt so...right. As if every curve of his body was meant to fit with every line of Draco's. As much as he had loved Ginny, she never made him feel that complete. It was impossible to deny how hard he was falling for Draco Malfoy.