MEMORY VIAL 27: THE MAGIC WORDS (YEAR 5)
Harry stood at the bottom landing of the Astronomy Tower under his Invisibility Cloak. The time of their rendezvous had come and gone, and he was getting increasingly anxious, almost as much as when he had waited for Draco in the enchanted garden at the Yule Ball. Figuring he might have misunderstood the instructions in his Valentine's letter—and also forgetting that he had the Marauder's Map on him—he reopened the letter Draco had given him and reread it by the Lumos of his wand.
Nothing stood out.
Maybe Draco had already gone up. Or maybe Harry had been stood-up.
Leaving his gold-and-red scarf on a statue at the bottom of the steps, in case Draco showed up late, Harry turned up the stairs and climbed to the top of the tower by himself. He braced himself against the gusts that buffeted him when he gained the top, and, ambling over to the railing, Harry pulled off his Invisibility Cloak and gazed out at the steel-gray clouds, which were unnaturally illuminated for how late it was.
The weather earlier in the day had been pleasant apart from the rain, but it was far too windy and chilly now. He wondered why they were meeting up here at all while it was this cold, unless, of course, the prefects' bathroom was no longer their secret.
Harry did not hear when Draco arrived. He would have expected to hear the sound of Draco's shoes scuffing up the last couple of steps, but all he heard was the familiar drawl of, "Are you alright, Potter?"
Harry turned around. Draco was standing a few feet behind him looking winded, with Harry's Firebolt and scarf in one hand and Draco's Nimbus Two Thousand and One in the other.
Draco moved nearer, a gloating smile twisting up his handsome face.
Harry fixed his gaze on the Firebolt, heart lurching in his chest. "I don't believe it."
Draco offered the Firebolt to Harry. "You're going to get me into serious trouble one of these days, you hear me?"
"How'd you do it?" Harry took the handle of the broom, then blushed when Draco refused to let it go.
"It wasn't difficult. Just nerve-wracking is all, and I had to practice a couple of spells for several weeks beforehand. Still haven't mastered them, but apparently my spellcasting was good enough. I had backup from your favorite blokes, by the way, in case anything went wrong."
Harry grimaced at the obvious reference to Crabbe and Goyle. "Not like they did it to be nice…"
Draco let go of the broom and took an idle step back. "Of course, I'll need to return it before our Messiah-In-Pink wakes up, otherwise you'll be the first on Umbridge's list of suspects, and I won't be taking the fall for you this time around."
"I wouldn't want you to." Harry's grip tightened on the broom handle. He had dealt with Professor Umbridge enough times now that he did not think much of having to endure any more punishment from her.
Draco studied the way the muscles in Harry's throat contracted. "So, Potter… what do you say? Have I earned your attention for the rest of the night?"
Harry was trembling, probably partly due to the cold, but the truth was that he was so moved by the recovery of his Firebolt that he was having a hard time containing his excitement. He dropped the broom, stomped forward, and swung his arms around Draco's neck. His heart was hurting for some reason, and getting close to Draco was the only thing he thought would ease it.
Draco squeezed Harry tightly around the waist. "One day, love," he murmured softly, "I'll give you everything you ever wanted. I'll make you the happiest boy who ever lived."
"Then promise me you won't leave even if you get married. Don't ever leave me."
"If you can share me, Potter, everything between us will be just fine. I'll never leave. I'll break all the rules for you, and I'll live a secret life just for you. You make it impossible to say no, you know? Now… do you wanna fly, or did I break into Umbitch's office for nothing?"
"It's too cold out there." Harry snuggled into him. "But you're warm…"
"You've got your winter cloak and everything else."
Harry shook his head grumpily. "You're warm."
Draco snorted. "You'll regret not flying tomorrow. I know you better than you think. But we can compromise. Let's fly for half an hour, what do you say?"
Reluctantly, Harry loosened his grip on Draco and bent over to pick up his broom. "Did you bring the Snitch?"
"Not this time. I figured we'd just fly wherever we want."
A minute later, they were in the air, chasing nothing but the snow's refracted glow on the winter clouds. They took an aerial route over the Forbidden Forest and skimmed the top of the remotest parts of it. They circled strange patches of fallen trees that stood out like Muggle crop circles, zoomed low over the black waters of the lake, and even climbed their way into the mountains.
Harry would have flown until dawn if Draco had asked him to, but Draco shouted at Harry when he guessed their half hour was up and signaled their way back to the castle. When they landed at the Astronomy Tower Harry's stomach writhed unpleasantly, since his interview for The Quibbler earlier that day popped suddenly into his mind.
"This date's not over," Draco said, marching purposefully in the direction of the stairs. "Come on, you pissy little Skrewt. We'll use your Cloak from here. Will it fit us both?" Draco picked up the silvery garment from the floor and inspected it.
Harry rubbed at the dreadful pitter-patter in his chest and closed his eyes for a moment to compose himself. An odd, guilty pressure was throwing him off-kilter, but he said, with as easy-going a smile as he could muster, "Sure. It'll fit us."
One close run-in with Mrs. Norris later, Harry was standing in front of the door to the prefects' bathroom, feeling as if he were being presented with an unpleasant dare. The door had an Out-Of-Order sign hanging over it. Draco leaned over the back of his shoulder, his smug attitude oozing like a delicious poison. "Go in."
Harry glowered at him distrustfully. "If you're setting me up for something—"
"Of course I'm setting you up. Why else would I bring you here like this?"
Harry supposed that whatever was on the other side of the door couldn't be that bad, and so he said the new password—"Treacle Tart!"—took the door handle and pushed forward. He crossed the threshold and looked around, discarding his Invisibility Cloak onto the floor. Unable to take his eyes off anything, Harry leaned his Firebolt against the wall and stepped further into the room.
Floating candles illuminated the whole space, and they were decorated with circlets of charmed greenery and Forget-Me-Nots. Layers of plush blanketing lay near the large sunken tub, piled high with mounds of cushions and comfy black pillows. There was a stack of fluffy towels beside the numerous taps, along with a glass bottle of water, and a nondescript box that Harry desperately hoped wasn't a Divination kit this time around.
To complete the atmosphere, Draco had somehow conjured a night sky replete with dusty nebulae and glittering stars over a section of the ceiling. But what Harry appreciated the most about the room was that there wasn't a hint of pink anywhere in sight.
Stupid Cho. Harry remembered their traipse into Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop in Hogsmeade. And stupid Umbridge. What is it with girls and pink?
After locking the door, Draco stood next to Harry and admired his own work. "Mum taught me how to bewitch a portion of ceiling when I asked her to over the holidays. I told her I wanted to bewitch the common room's ceiling so that me and my friends could study for Astronomy more effectively. Since the O.W.L.s are coming up, she obliged. It probably won't last long, though, since I've rarely gotten it to stick. It doesn't project the outdoors either, unfortunately. Magical mimicry like that is too advanced, and I couldn't learn it in the couple of months that I had left." Draco sniffed. "It's cloudy tonight, anyways, so I prefer this. Pretty, isn't it?"
Harry rounded on him. "Is this why your Valentine's letter was so short? You were busy planning all this?"
"Er—yeah… I was kinda hoping you wouldn't notice how short it was."
"After all the soppy shit you've written, how could I not notice?" Harry looked up at the starry ceiling again. "But this is way more romantic than if you had written something, so… I'm sorry for feeling cheated."
"You're happy, then?"
"I think I blew past the limits of 'happy' while we were flying. This is brilliant, Malfoy. Everything you've done tonight is beautiful."
The tapered candles guttered softly, having already burned halfway down their stems. Harry supposed they had a few hours left before they burned completely out.
With another pang of guilt, Harry tried to wrestle the memory of the interview out of his mind. Draco was going to hate him when he found out what he had done earlier that day, but they were surrounded by the binding enchantment of their Promise, so it was no use dwelling on the pitfalls in their relationship right now.
Harry inched closer to the lavish makeshift bed. They would be lying in it soon, messing it up, and he tried not to imagine anything too vividly.
"I don't expect you to spend all night with me," Draco said, "but if you want to sleep with me tonight… I figured we'd be comfortable on that."
Harry's stomach squirmed. His cheeks burned, and he wanted to throw himself at Draco right then. "But I don't know how to do it." And who was going to be on the receiving end? Me more than likely, he thought, terrified.
"I know how it's done. And you can say no, but you whined enough about me sleeping with Pansy, so I avoided being alone with her, which wasn't easy… She's been accusing me of avoiding her."
Harry stared mutely at the pile of blankets. The backs of his eyes stung, and his palms were sweating, body turning cold from panic. He was thinking of the night Draco had casually mentioned what he had done with Pansy, and he couldn't remove himself from the jealous memory without help…
"I'm sorry, Potter."
Jolted out of the painful memory, Harry glanced up at him, eyes red and swollen. "Huh…?"
"I was fucked out of my mind the night it happened, and I was trying not to think of you."
Harry stared at Draco with wide and tearful eyes, saying nothing, but appreciating what he was hearing.
"If I could take it back, I would. I regretted it instantly."
"Too little, too late." Harry swallowed roughly.
Draco began to roll his eyes but caught himself. "You really know how to lay it on thick, don't you? I feel guilty enough. But you knew I might sleep with her because I was dating her. You knew it was going to happen eventually."
"Sure, but I figured it'd be years from now. I figured you'd be married to her by then—or that you'd at least help me prepare for when it happened."
"And did you want me to hold your hand, too, while I shagged her? Maybe add an apology to each thrust? Are you serious?"
"Let's not fight." Harry's eyes were flooding, and he couldn't see. "Our Promise…"
"I thought it wasn't going to activate if it knows we're being intimate."
"What…?" Harry wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his winter cloak. They weren't being intimate at all, he thought. Just the opposite, in fact. Pansy was one of the subjects that would inevitably come between them.
"Not all fighting is wrong, Potter, especially if one of us is trying to cede the argument."
"I'm not ceding anything. You just made fun of me for loving you."
Draco rolled his eyes for real this time. "You're bloody impossible… I'm sorry, Harry," he enunciated clearly. "For hurting you just now and saying shit that I don't mean. I'm sorry for sleeping with Pansy also. You were right. I shouldn't have done it. I broke your heart and acted like it was nothing. You haven't deserved this shoddy treatment up till now. You deserve to be treated like a prince—which is what I'm trying to do right now, if you'll let me."
Harry wiped the tears from his cheeks, but they were falling even more freely now, and he felt happy. He had never gotten such a sincere apology from Draco, ever.
"Will you spend the night with me? You might not be my first, because I ruined it, but you're the one I want this time around. You're the one I've always wanted… more than her. More than anyone, I think."
Harry snuffled against his fist then wiped his face clear. "The one you've always wanted, huh? But you're not gonna grovel while you beg?" He smiled at the blank look on Draco's face, then shrugged. "Guess you don't want me all that bad…"
"Don't push your luck, Potter," Draco said in a low voice, hoping that Harry was simply yanking his chain and did not mean what he was saying.
Harry bit his bottom lip while he considered doing just that. But… "It'd be cruel and unusual punishment to demand you act more humble. If you want me, Malfoy, I'm here."
Draco's smile was tentative. "We can have a hot bath first," he said encouragingly, moving on to the planned itinerary. "Warm up. Get ourselves comfortable and smelling nice." He plucked at the buttons of his own cloak. "After that… we can see about doing it."
Harry did not feel ready. He did not think he would ever feel ready, but he wanted it. More than love letters, chocolates, and good grades, he wanted to connect with his boyfriend in every way possible.
Draco circled the perimeter of the bathtub while switching on several of the taps. Harry shivered slightly where he stood, staring at the silky blackness of the pillows, imagining himself being wrestled into them… his legs pried open, and body being used like a girl…
But Harry didn't want to be seen as a girl. I'm a boy, he thought defensively.
"Did you bring the vial?" Draco asked when he returned to Harry's side.
Harry lifted it from his pocket and turned it over in his hand. "What is it?"
Draco snatched it, then tossed it onto the cushions. "You'll see. Now sit down. I want to show you something while we wait."
Harry sat reluctantly on the blankets facing Draco, feeling mortified at the thought of what they would be doing on them very soon.
Hefting the wooden box away from the taps and setting it between them, Draco took the lid off and pulled out a pile of tawdry magazines, which were covered in moving images of the most gorgeous witches Harry had ever seen. They were posed in risqué outfits, beckoning the reader forward, teasing the linings of their lingerie while pointing for the pages to be flipped open.
Harry's face went hot and numb at the same time when Draco thumbed one of them open. The image they landed on was of a long-haired, red-headed witch who was petting herself between her legs. Harry was mesmerized. She was wearing just enough clothing to frustrate his curiosity, but he could see most of her skin, and it was beautiful.
"Dingle's been selling these under Umbridge's nose all year," Draco announced, while Harry's eyes devoured the erotic images in front of him.
Draco opened two other magazines. One of them showed a witch pleasuring herself with a spell that summoned phallic appendages around her thighs, and the other magazine depicted a coy witch being stripped out of school robes by a Disrobing Jinx.
Harry stared eagerly between all the moving pictures. His heart was racing. His blood was pounding. He was getting hard, but he also felt sick.
"Malfoy…" His throat was hoarse. "Isn't this wrong…?" But he wanted to keep looking. Forget I said that, he begged inwardly.
"Check this out." Draco flipped through the pages slowly, smiling at the evolving expressions on Harry's face, which were becoming more and more embarrassed, but also hungrier and hungrier the further they got into the adult pages.
"Hold on…" Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Is that a Firebolt she's straddling?"
"Sure is." Draco admired the amazed look on his boyfriend's face. "Guess what she does with the rest of her teammates."
Harry nearly lost it when the olive-skinned model licked a Bludger bat with a naughty look set on her face. He wanted to beat off to her as soon as he could, and he suddenly realized he would never think of Quidditch the same way ever again.
"Potter. Look at this."
Draco pointed to where a witch was sitting on the ground, opening her legs and reclosing them with a wagging finger to the viewer. Harry's eyes were instantly drawn to the fleshy mound between her thighs.
"She's all trimmed up, so you can see her cunt. See that nub-looking thing right there?" Draco smiled when Harry made a strained whimpering sound in the back of his throat. "That, Potter, is a clitoris… The most sensitive part of a woman's body, so keep that in mind if you ever end up playing with that new girlfriend of yours."
Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "You mean… it's like that spot you and I both like?"
"Yeah… I guess it's similar to that. Pansy told me how she plays with hers, and she likes to avoid it till she's really turned on."
Harry absorbed every detail of the model on the page. "Looks fun," he said, voice climbing to an unusually high pitch.
"Or disgusting, if you ask me. Like I told you, I think it looks weird, and I don't fancy the idea of putting my dick anywhere near that thing."
"Where would you even put it in? I don't see a hole or anything."
"See those?" Draco gestured dismissively around the model's lower regions. "Those flappy layers of skin there… you go in between them and a bit down… you'll sink right in if she's wet enough. But I'd rather brave the Dark Forest before going inside that."
Harry flipped through the pages on his own now, blushing fiercely, but unable to stop taking in the parade of models Draco had given him. Harry poked at a few of the models, wishing they would react somehow to his teasing, but they didn't. He hated to admit it, but he wanted a few of these models for himself, even though he was with his boyfriend, who he wanted more than anything else in the whole world right now.
"What about her arsehole?" Harry flipped one of the magazine's over for Draco to look at. "It's really pretty… really smooth and tight-looking…"
"I don't know," Draco said honestly. "It sure is prettier than her cunt, but it's still attached to a woman, so…"
"Would you share her with me?"
Draco smiled mischievously up at Harry who was still staring at the girl. "I'd share anything with you, Potter."
"And if it was attached to a boy?" Harry gazed up at him shyly.
"You know the answer to that. You've no idea how much I've wanted it."
"You haven't really told me."
"Didn't want to. Thorne put me off it for a while, but you've been putting me on to the idea more and more…"
Harry supposed he wasn't the only one who had been avoiding sex up until now. "Where did you learn all this? They don't teach us about any of this here, and I doubt your dad—"
"Well, Thorne, for one. But you remember Marcus Flint? He always had porn hidden in his trunk, and Miles took after him when he graduated. He's been sneaking into the adult shop in Hogsmeade with Harold Dingle, stealing anything they can get their hands on."
"There's an adult shop in Hogsmeade?" Harry had never seen a sign or heard mention of it, so it didn't seem likely. Especially in a village where students were allowed to roam free.
"If Diagon Alley can stay hidden, then why not a grubby little sex shop? I've never seen it myself, but if you were motivated like Miles and Dingle are, you'd figure out a way to get inside."
Even though Harry had his Invisibility Cloak, he did not think he would be willing to take the risk. But if Miles and Dingle were supplying everyone in the school with what they stole, he imagined the money had to be good.
"Do you like them?" Draco asked after a minute of shared silence. "The pictures?"
Harry shrugged, face burning hot all over again. "I feel like if I answer that, I might end up saying the wrong thing."
"You won't upset me. I brought them for you."
Harry bit his lip and ran a yearning glance down one of the pictures. "I guess I do. I like them more than I ought to. I've never seen anything like it…"
"Do they turn you on?"
Their eyes met.
Harry felt like his heart was pounding in his throat. "Y…You turn me on."
"That's not what I asked."
Harry frowned and scanned the images, wishing he did not have to part with them. "Yeah. I wish I could keep 'em."
"Then they're yours."
Harry blinked up from the pile of naked women. "Are you serious?"
Draco scoffed. "What the hell am I going to do with them, except practice an Incineration Charm?"
"You could give them to your mates," Harry said. "Or show them to Thorne and let him think you've been getting into them."
"My friends have got plenty of porn under their mattresses, believe me. Goyle struggles to hold his wand properly now because of it. And Thorne knows about these already, so it doesn't matter." He leaned forward. "Go on. I want you to have them. I swear, I won't be jealous, just as long as you promise to think about me most of the time. Besides, it's not like I can compete with tits and arse like that anyway."
Polyjuice Potion, maybe? Harry grinned at the thought of Draco swapping genders for a night. "I keep saying it, but… thank you. I think Ron'll appreciate looking at these too."
Draco was about to say something snide about the blood-traitor when he remembered it wasn't permissible with the Promise Line intact. "Since he's a prefect, don't go telling him who's selling those. I don't want Dingle getting into trouble. And don't take a pull on yourself with him either, otherwise I will get jealous."
Harry felt good knowing that Draco felt possessive of him after all. "You're a terrible prefect, you know. For allowing all this."
"Lenient, is what I call it."
"And intolerant."
"Only to those who are intolerable."
There was a moment of awkward silence, during which they glared in anticipation at each other. Discarding the latent argument, Harry busied himself with gathering the magazines into a pile, feeling like a sleezy dragon hoarding its treasure.
Draco flexed his fingers over his lap, wondering if his next question was a taboo subject. "So… how did things fall apart between you and Cho?"
Harry froze at the mention of her name, and Draco smirked. "How did you…?"
"Pansy said she saw you two together. Next thing I knew, Cho was storming around outside Zonko's, crying her eyes out to Marietta. It put everyone off, and she was hysterical about you. What the hell did you do to her?"
"I didn't do anything!" Harry bristled. "At least… not knowingly." He decided to explain everything that had happened with the botched date, along with Hermione's interpretation of the whole ordeal.
"Granger's right," Draco said when Harry had finished telling his side of the story. "You were insensitive and incredibly stupid with how you handled it, but so was she. At least now we know, though, we both have trouble with girls."
"Hardly." Harry scrunched his face. "Pansy and Astoria get doe-eyed when it comes to you. Don't think either of them would care if you had the same argument."
"You might have a point there…"
"It's not easy getting things started with Cho like it was with you. I know she maybe wants to do things, but I get all nervous and awkward, and it's just really difficult to get on with it. Part of me doesn't want to kiss her, while the rest of me is calling myself stupid for not pushing for it." Harry fiddled with his thumbs. "Compare that to us… Remember our first kiss…? And the first time we jerked off? I was really scared, but it felt natural. I guess we've talked a lot more through the years, though, even if it was mostly us fighting."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "We struggled a lot more than you remember, I think. It took years for us to kiss."
"True. But when we finally did…"
"It felt like everything was falling into place, didn't it?"
"Yeah." Harry looked thoughtful. "Like I said, it felt natural. It was easy—in a difficult sort of way. With her, it's like pulling teeth out of a Jormungandi."
Draco shuddered. "I swear, if that half-blood brings one of those into class…" But he caught himself before he could say anything explicitly against Hagrid. "I'll tell the Umbitch he's the best teacher I've ever had."
Harry sucked back a smile, knowing that Draco had just been muzzled by their Promise.
When the bath was ready, Draco gathered himself onto his feet and shut off the taps. He removed his winter cloak first, and then, with a beckoning glance at Harry, began to take off his clothes.
Harry stood up also, rubbing uncertainly at one of his elbows. He had been naked in front of the other boys often enough, but never with a boy he was in love with…
A minute later, Draco snuck another glance when Harry stepped out of the last of his clothes. Harry straightened nervously and caught sight of the way Draco was eyeing him.
Harry stared back, not at all disappointed in what he saw. In fact, his imagination had proved to be less generous that the real thing, and Draco's naked body was sufficient to put the images of the magazine girls out of his mind. His white skin resembled the veined marble that surrounded them, and his lean muscles were etched in shadows that flickered dimly in the candlelight.
"You're in better shape than me," Harry said timidly, feeling only too aware of how scrawny he was. He felt insecure next to this tall and elegant boy, and he couldn't believe that he was wanted in the first place.
"Your shape is the only one I'm interested in."
Harry's heart fluttered in reaction to that. Liar…
Draco cast one final yearning look at him before crouching down on the bathtub's ledge. He dipped his feet in the water first.
For a minute, Harry stared at Draco's profile, finding it difficult to keep himself from throwing a fit for no clear reason. His gaze roved down the strong line of Draco's arm to his swinging legs. God, I want him so bad, he thought, feeling suddenly breathless. I can't believe we're really doing this…
Harry stepped forward, feeling as if his whole body was drawn taut like a bowstring.
Draco pushed off into the water and vanished underneath the layers of colored soap bubbles and steam. He reappeared a few seconds later with slick hair and sly eyes that followed Harry along the ledge of the bathtub.
Harry dipped his feet into the water the same way Draco had done. But before Harry could remove his glasses and push off, Draco swam over, grabbed hold of Harry's legs, then yanked him into the water without warning.
"Malf—blrbbb!"
The ambient noise of the water surging through his ears overwhelmed Harry. Arms wrapped around him, and fingers tickled at his sides, making him jerk. Harry's play-instincts came to the surface, and, like in the Great Lake one year ago, they wrestled, limbs breaking the surface of the water every so often while they wheeled in dizzying circles like a couple of otters.
The chill of the outdoors had dissolved from Harry's bones by the time he came up for air. Draco was laughing unapologetically, wiping water from his eyes, but Harry's scar had begun to prickle, making him retreat to the bathtub's ledge in a mild panic.
Not now, Harry pleaded with himself, even though he knew he had no control over it. He readjusted his glasses and snapped his eyes shut against a jolt of searing pain.
Draco swam to the taps to retrieve a loofah sponge. Meanwhile, Harry rubbed furiously at his forehead while stifling his groans. A minute later, however, even the pain in his scar could not distract him from the kisses being applied to his bare shoulder.
Harry shivered to a stop. Hands were caressing his flanks, tickling him pleasantly, but not too much. He realized in a moment of sheer panic that this was it—they were getting close to doing what he'd been dreaming of for months, and his whole body seemed to ignite at Draco's touch.
"Malfoy…"
Harry felt the loofah bump against his hip as Draco's fingers brushed lightly down his backside. Harry reached behind himself to stop Draco from touching him there, but Draco's hands had already moved around his body to caress his stomach.
Harry felt like he was melting against the mouth that was biting his neck from behind. He gasped softly and backed slowly into Draco. "Ouch…"
Draco loosened the grip of his love-bite with a soothing lick, then asked, "Want me to stop?"
"No… Keep doing that… I really like it."
Tingles rippled through Harry's skin when he felt Draco's teeth sink into the flesh between his neck and shoulder. He moaned softly at the nibbling sensation that he felt, and he squirmed as the intensity of Draco's sucking increased. The prickling in Harry's scar faded to a dull throb that could be felt between his legs. Like a helpless mouse, he was trapped in a death-grip, getting the most wonderful venom injected into his veins.
Harry's mind felt entirely at peace by the time Draco stopped biting. Draco scrubbed the loofah over the front of Harry's body in delicate circles, and Harry realized he felt almost sleepy from the way his boyfriend was taking care of him.
"I almost couldn't make it through the day with just my friends." Draco touched Harry's semi-hard erection and kneaded it until it was stiff. "I've been dying for you all day…"
Harry turned around so their lips could touch, then pulled Draco deeper into the kiss by grabbing a fistful of his hair. When he felt the wall of the bathtub hit his back, Harry broke the kiss and lunged for Draco's throat, to requite the bite he had gotten earlier.
Draco swallowed fearfully against the pressure of Harry's teeth, then groaned. "That's it, Potter… do it harder. Till you think you're hurting me—don't be shy."
Harry tugged on the delicate skin with his teeth while sucking hungrily. Draco sounded like he was in pain, but Draco's arms held him firmly in place, and so Harry devoured the skin of his neck without holding back. After a while, Harry couldn't believe that Draco was enjoying being hurt like this, and so he licked and kissed where he had been biting, admiring the red bruise he had made.
"Biting does it for you, huh?" Harry smiled at the feeling of Draco's hardness bobbing in the water against his stomach. "Bit of an animal, are you?"
"God… You're adorable, come here."
The next thing Harry knew, hands were clamped around his waist, and he was being lifted out of the water and onto the ledge so that his cock was pointing straight up in the air. Water gleamed off the surface of his foreskin, and Draco stared avidly at the rosy head that was peeking out from within its fold of skin.
"Such a lovely dick… I'll never get over it."
Harry parted one of his legs and smiled when Draco ran his tongue up the length of his cock without hesitation. Harry licked his lips when he felt Draco's tongue swirling around his girth, massaging him with every kiss. "You're really good at that…" He panted as the kisses became sloppier and more forceful. "Do that ticklish thing with your tongue… I love it so much…"
"I hope you like it even more when I'm inside you," Draco said in between mouthfuls.
Me too, Harry thought, feeling suddenly worried.
"But you're a good boy when you're being naughty, aren't you? You'll love it, I think… But if you don't, we'll figure something out."
Harry groaned approvingly at the way Draco was talking to him. He was rarely called a "good boy" in his everyday life, so he loved to get the praise heaped on to him whenever they were pleasuring each other.
Draco's tongue wandered down Harry's cock to his balls, where it fluttered mercilessly. Harry's eyes widened briefly, since he had never gotten attention there before, and he wanted to make sure that Draco stayed there for a while. Draco massaged the sack of flesh with each lick, and Harry's eyes rolled back while the lapping motion moved slightly lower… edging closer to his…
"Fuck…"
Harry was blindsided by the most delicious pleasure he had ever felt. Embarrassed at what was happening, however, he lunged up in a halfhearted attempt to stop Draco, but Draco had his thighs pinned firmly into place.
"Malfoy…" Harry panted and smiled, feeling just as if he were getting drunk. "It tickles… Ngh! Lick it right there…"
He was seeing stars by the time his mind came to accept what was happening, although he had forgotten the bewitchment above their heads. His hole was being licked, and the constellations on the ceiling seemed to bend around him as the pleasure intensified the longer Draco explored him. He moaned, unable to control himself—unable to hide that he was in love with the feeling of Draco's tongue against the most private part of him, and he wanted more.
"Please…" Harry opened his legs at what he hoped was a better angle. "Don't stop…"
Harry toppled onto an elbow and arched slightly as the wriggling sensation reached past the barrier of his sphincter. It was pure pleasure, and it was almost too much, but there was very little he could do against it now. Tears of bliss sprang to his eyes when he realized how thoroughly he was being licked—that Draco was really enjoying himself—and he couldn't believe that his prissy boyfriend, who was so easily offended and disgusted by unhygienic behavior, was putting his tongue around the dirtiest part of his body.
Draco paused from his licking to admire the way the little pink hole pulsed and flexed after having resisted him for so long. It had grown accustomed to the attention and seemed to want more of it.
Whatever opinions Mr. Thorne had about gay sex, Draco no longer cared. At least not now. This wasn't nearly as disgusting as he had been told it would be. In fact, it was better than he imagined, and he knew that one time wouldn't be nearly enough.
"It's so cute." Draco tickled the rim of the hole with his pinky before kissing Harry's thigh. "I can't wait to get in there…" Draco lifted himself out of the water so that he was on top of Harry, their erections touching. "Did you like it, Potter? You seemed to, but you were awfully fidgety. I figured I ought to lick you while I was motivated, since I would've talked myself out of it otherwise."
Dazed, Harry relaxed his whole body into the floor. He collapsed flat on his back, taking advantage of the respite to catch his breath. "It was the best. You've no idea…"
"Well, if it's all the same to you, I'd rather not learn for myself."
"Suit yourself." Harry giggled, still enjoying the afterglow of how he had been violated. "You're missing out."
Draco crawled over Harry's body and leaned down for a kiss. "I'm not missing out at all, though." He smirked and reared back as Harry reached up for more kisses, apparently not caring where Draco's mouth had just been. "I wanna fuck that arse of yours, see… My dick would like a go at it next."
Harry buried his face up against Draco's, nuzzling. "Do it, then."
"Do what?" Draco said, teasing.
"Fuck me…"
Draco smiled at the faraway look in Harry's eyes. "What Potter wants, Potter gets." Draco punctuated that statement with a kiss. "Get on the bed, love."
Draco climbed off Harry and helped him to his feet. The bathwater had nearly evaporated from Harry's skin, and Draco quickly ran a towel over himself while slowly backing Harry towards the bed. Draco tossed the towel aside and guided Harry towards him by the waist, eyes soft with lust. "You ready?"
Just don't hurt me, Harry wanted to say. Instead, all he did was nod.
They somehow landed in the blankets together, tangled in a kiss, twisting against each other until Draco was kneeling up over him. Harry gripped onto Draco's sides with shaking hands, to help steady himself. Please, don't hurt me…
"You're really beautiful. I hope you know that."
Liar. "You're beautiful, too," Harry said, voice cracking on his nerves.
"Don't be scared." Draco traced his thumb lightly over Harry's bottom lip. "God made you just for me, remember? I think we'll fit."
Harry's skin tingled at the weird, ghostly sensation of Draco's eyes groping over him. "Do you really believe in God, Malfoy?" he asked faintly, looking for more reassurance.
"Mm, no… God's for the Muggles, I think. But it's beautiful to think of it that way, isn't it? That Someone could've made us for each other?"
"I believe in Something," Harry said vaguely, while Draco's fingers wandered up his leg. "Something that makes all the magic in the world work. Something like God, but not quite."
"You're the only thing I want to worship. I don't care about God. Just you."
Harry's throat tightened with emotion. He couldn't respond, but he had so much he wanted to say. We can worship each other, he thought. We can be each other's Someones…
"Now… I need you to relax, alright…?"
Draco had spent the last several weeks researching how this was supposed to be done, having lied to Harold Dingle, Miles, and all his friends, saying that he wanted to know how to have anal sex with Pansy. This had opened up a world of too much information for him, and he was given an endless assortment of smutty magazines and books from the older boys, so that he had enough head-knowledge about how it was supposed to work, especially thanks to the Bum-Banger interviews he read.
"You're making me nervous, Malfoy…"
"Don't you trust me?"
Harry blew air out from his nose, laughing. "No."
Draco grinned, then stuck out his tongue. "Just focus on your breathing, Skrewt-Face. Or do you want me to lick you a bit longer?"
Harry's grin went huge at that offer. "Mm… Yes, please." He opened his legs playfully around Draco and then massaged Draco's back with his feet.
"Needy sod… You're lucky I enjoy doing this."
Harry made himself comfortable, while Draco positioned him for another round of licking. When the flicker of wet heat teased Harry's entrance again, he imagined he was floating in the stars above his head. Harry moaned while tugging lightly on his cock. He savored the invasive pleasure coursing through his body, and, after a few minutes, Draco climbed back up between Harry's legs and kissed his ear. Draco latched on to the lobe with his teeth and nibbled gently, making Harry croon.
"Here goes…"
Harry tensed against a finger that was where Draco's tongue had been just moments ago. The finger probed at his entrance, and Harry balled his hands into fists around Draco's body while his breathing became heavy.
"Easy, Potter…" Draco's tongue darted lightly around the rim of his ear.
Harry groaned in reaction to the hot breath wafting over him, but he continued to clench stubbornly against the finger.
"You're too tense. I promise to stop if you want me to, but I need you to relax." Draco kissed Harry's shoulder and then his neck. "It's alright, love…"
After a while, when Draco could tell the little hole was trying to unclench itself, he stole an opportunity during a brief moment when Harry managed to relax, and pushed the first segment of his forefinger inside.
Harry's whole body went rigid on instinct. It was a strange feeling to have something more substantial than a tongue invading him, but it wasn't exactly painful. He clutched around it, feeling amazed at how tingly it felt. He was afraid to move, afraid to breathe, but Draco smiled at him reassuringly and said, "Just breathe. Relax. I won't let anything bad happen. It'll get better. In fact…"
Draco's finger slipped out, and, disappointed and relieved all at once, Harry whined.
"Lube." Draco shook the red vial in front of Harry's face. He removed the stopper and dripped a dollop of the silky liquid onto his fingers. "Specifically for that cute bum of yours. It's enchanted, so it'll help your muscles relax, but only just enough so you can still grip on to me if you want. First-Timer's Fuck Formula. With an asterisk in place of the 'U', as if I wouldn't know what that's supposed to mean. Haven't tried it myself, but I heard enough about it."
"You really prepared for this, didn't you?"
"Thought of everything." Draco set the vial aside. "If I'm going to break the rules like this, then I don't want anything getting in our way. Are you still scared?"
"Not so much," Harry said tentatively. "Not anymore." After all the thought Draco had put into this, Harry was finally convinced that Draco wasn't going to hurt him. "I'm just surprised you gave me anal lube for Valentine's. First-Timer's Fuck Formula?" He wrinkled his nose. "Ron thought it was a love potion."
Draco laughed and returned to petting Harry's opening with a lubricated finger. "I just figured you'd want to practice on yourself after tonight. There… you're loosening up already. Easier, isn't it?"
Harry clenched rebelliously around Draco's finger when it slipped in, but the lube only made it sink further inside. It had to be a good couple of inches, and Harry was shocked at how unexpectedly good Draco felt inside him. "Holy—boggarts…"
"Mm… how's that for a sexy curse word?" Draco moved his finger out and then back in, making Harry strain against it fearfully. "God… you look so innocent when you look at me like that. Makes me feel like I'm losing my mind." Draco started to make a "come-hither" motion with his finger, in search of the male G-spot he had heard about from Miles.
Harry moaned softly when another finger snuck its way inside.
"Does it feel good?"
Harry nodded once. "Kinda…"
"It doesn't hurt?"
"No."
"Do you think you're ready?"
Harry nodded again, supposing he had no choice. He groaned in frustration as Draco's fingers retreated all the way out. "Geez… your dick can only feel better, right?" He was being partly sarcastic, since two fingers didn't compare to a fully erect penis.
"Let's hope so."
Draco adjusted himself in the circle of Harry's legs. He reached for the vial, slathered his cock in the lubrication, then tried to aim for Harry's entrance.
Feeling suddenly ornery, Harry clamped his legs shut around Draco's waist, making Draco slip and lose his aim. "Think I'm easy, do you? Like your slutty girlfriend?"
"What the hell—?" Draco scowled. "Let me go!" He attempted to pry free of Harry's legs but couldn't. He glared nervously when Harry smirked at him defiantly.
"You have to say the magic words, Malfoy. Or I won't let you in."
"Magic words—? What magic words? You said you were ready for this!"
"You know what I mean. What I've been waiting for all this time."
Draco snarled. "What—that I love you? Is that what you want to hear?" When Harry smiled, he wrestled against the awkward pose he had been forced into. "You can't just hold yourself—or me—hostage like this. Let go!"
"Price of admission," Harry said coolly, straining to maintain his hold. "Say it. And make me believe it. Otherwise, I can do this all night."
Draco howled in rage when he nearly opened Harry's legs, but they snapped shut again like a hunter's trap, forcing him onto his elbows. "Dammit—I love you, okay?"
"A bitchy tone like that will get you nowhere. Say it like you mean it. I love you, after all… Hell, I wouldn't humiliate myself like this if I didn't."
"Humiliate?" Draco frowned at Harry, nose turning red from exertion. "You think you're humiliated? When I had my tongue up your arse just a few minutes ago? Do you know what my friends would say if they found out about this?"
"Probably the same thing my own friends would say, according to you, so you're not that special. We're in this together, like you said—remember? If you get caught, I get caught. Either way, it won't be pretty. So, yes, this is humiliating."
"And my father," Draco went on in a panic. "My mum would cry, and Pansy would never speak to me again—and you have no idea what Thorne would make me do!"
Harry made a bored humming noise. "Yeah, it's so hard being a filthy rich dungbat. Feel free to cry on my shoulder. It's about time I returned the favor."
"What I mean, Potter," Draco spat scathingly, "is that I have everything going for me, while you don't. I could lose everything in an instant, and even be killed if… if You-Know-Who finds out."
Harry made a show of yawning, which provoked Draco into shaking him.
"God—you stupid Mooncalf! I wouldn't put everything on the line for you if I didn't love you, okay? I've been in love with you ever since you sat with me by the lake—during our third year, do you remember? I fell even harder at the Yule Ball, and it got worse as time went on. I love you so much that I wish I could tell my parents and show you off to the whole school." He strained even harder against Harry's legs while turning a shade of purple. "And if I… oof… have to… errg… fight your stupid death-grip like this every night, I'd still choose you because I love you, and I don't care if you never let me in. I just want to be with you, alright? I love you, Potter. More than anything."
Harry's shit-eating grin had long faded during that long-winded declaration of love. He took his time absorbing what he had heard, while Draco's normally white face glowed angrily down at him.
"Hearing you say all that was better than any old letter, in my opinion." Harry loosened his grip around Draco's waist, and Draco slumped forward on top of Harry.
Draco huffed, feeling overwhelmed by the vulnerability of his own words. "Look… I know I already said nothing has to happen… but I was sure you'd see this through. I really want this, Potter. More than I've wanted anything."
"Begging doesn't suit you, even though I like it. Now are you gonna fuck me, or what? I'll never forgive you if you don't."
Draco lifted his eyes to Harry, and Harry smiled at him innocently. "You mean it?"
"As much as I've ever meant anything. I'm all yours."
After a moment of uncertainty, Draco repositioned himself. His hands smoothed over Harry's legs, the pair of which opened to him invitingly. "You're sure?"
There was a glitch in Harry's smile. "Not completely. But I'll regret it more than not flying on my broom."
Draco's hands trembled slightly while Harry continued to smile sweetly up at him. They had both softened during their struggle, but Draco tugged on himself while staring into the warm gaze of the boy he loved. A couple of minutes passed, and Draco touched the head of his cock to Harry's opening. He lowered himself for a brief kiss, and…
After pushing only once, not even making entry, Harry grunted and grabbed at the blankets for dear life.
Draco snorted, his face still pressed against Harry's. "You're acting like I'm going to impale you."
"You sort of are."
"Well… are you brave, or not?"
Harry's brow furrowed. "That's not fair. Attacking the reason I was Sorted into Gryffindor?"
Draco kissed his forehead. "Sorry, love. Guess I'll say anything to get what I want."
Harry drew in a shuddering breath. He watched curiously while Draco reached for a cushion and tucked it under the small of his back, so that Harry's hips were tilted at a better angle.
"That should help."
When Draco pushed a second time, Harry reminded himself to breathe… relax… and look into the eyes of his lover, since they reminded him of storm clouds in the spring. It took a couple of tries, but Draco managed to insert the head without much trouble. Harry gasped, legs clamping shut around Draco's hips in reaction to the girth that was stretching him for the first time.
"That's it… Think we got it." Draco fought against the urge to thrust further in, and did his best to hold still.
Harry took another unsteady breath, then slowly exhaled.
"You okay?"
He nodded once, unwilling to speak.
"I've got barely an inch inside you. I'm gonna try deeper, okay?"
Harry said nothing. He was too busy focusing on not tensing up to be able to do much else.
Draco pushed a little further, and this brought a look of panic into Harry's eyes. "Hurts…"
Draco's arms trembled from the effort to hold himself up. "That's a little more than an inch, I think… God, Potter, it feels really nice. I want to put the whole thing in, but I promised—"
"You promised to fuck me—now shut up and gimme what I asked for."
Draco looked skeptical. "Your face is red."
"So's yours." Harry flashed him a not-so-reassuring smile. "Just give it a push. I'll tell you if it's too much." I'll show you what real bravery looks like…
Shrugging slightly, Draco did as he was told, although he searched Harry's face worriedly when he sank in another inch.
"Stop! Stop… Oh no, that's different."
"What?" Draco almost pulled out, but Harry grabbed on to him.
"Feels like I'm taking a shit in reverse. Not nice."
"I figured. Do you want me to stop?"
"Are you kidding…? I want a proper shag from you."
"But if you don't like it—"
"If you don't do me, Malfoy, I swear I'll tell your father everything."
Draco opened his mouth, hardly believing what he had just been told. "Jesus, Potter. Who's the dominant one in the relationship?"
"Me at this point."
"Well… you won't have to wait too long for me to come, at least. I'm trying not to even now. You feel like heaven. It's so tight and slippery…" Draco kissed Harry's neck, and Harry lifted his head back to receive him better.
"Ngh… No offense, but I'm kinda hoping you'll come early. I'm scared I'll have to go to Madam Pomfrey over something weird."
"Nothing weird is going to happen. But you might tear something if you don't relax. I like it tight, but you'll want to work on loosening yourself."
Harry squeezed and relaxed around the hardness of the other boy's cock. "How's that…? I'm doing my best."
Draco whimpered softly when Harry did that. "Perfectly fine. Just try not to strain too much."
Draco's eyes wandered every inch of the slender body underneath him. He couldn't get enough of the naked boy holding his legs open for him, and he wished they had someone to take pictures of them together like this, so he could always remember. Harry's hard-on was reduced to nothing, so that Draco worried he was not enjoying himself, and he almost started to believe that sex like this was not sustainable.
Harry eventually managed to relax his muscles with the help of the enchanted lube. "Push it in more," he whispered softly, and over the next couple of minutes, he guided Draco on when to put more in and when to stop, and when to kiss him until his anxiety had gone down a few degrees.
"Potter… we've nearly got the whole thing in."
"Think it's enough?"
"For fucking? Yeah…" Draco glanced down between their bodies. "Oh my god… Your hole is perfect. I could die in it."
"Well, don't. I need you alive for this, now do it slowly. I think I can manage the pain from here."
Draco pulled back just enough for his cock to appreciate the friction of their skin slipping together and then pushed in again. It felt amazing, and when Harry did not raise any objections, he gave the opening another few slow thrusts.
Harry melted into the blankets with a sigh of mingled pleasure and relief. While it was still rather uncomfortable, the feeling of Draco rubbing against him from the inside felt somehow good.
"More…" Harry closed his eyes and groaned softly as he curled his legs around Draco's waist. "That's kind of—ah…"
"Did I hurt you?" Draco stalled for a moment, breathing hard.
"No," Harry said with a look of surprise. "Whatever that was, it felt good."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. Keep going. I like it…"
Feeling hopeful, Draco thrusted into the other boy at intervals, pausing whenever he felt himself getting too close to orgasm. He would have let himself come if Harry was still in pain, but Harry was writhing softly underneath him, being rather vocal about how lovely everything felt.
"Damn… how is this so nice?" Harry grabbed one of the cushions behind his head and clutched it to his chest. "Ah… Right there… do that right there… Fuck, I want more…"
Draco looked down between their bodies, curious if Harry was getting hard again, but he was still soft, his member safely retreated into its sheath. When Draco looked up again, Harry was licking his lips and growling, fingernails clawing into the cushion.
"It's really alright?" Draco asked.
"Yeah."
"You're not lying?"
"No."
"But you're soft."
"Gimme more dick—please…"
Draco's cock twitched dangerously at that request, and he added more depth to his shallow movements.
"Feels sweet when you do it like that. Fuck… please don't come yet. I want more—faster…"
Draco had to pull all the way out to curb the orgasm he had nearly crashed into, and even then he almost lost it.
"Put it back in," Harry whined. He wrestled upward against Draco, aiming his hole for the boy's cock, but Draco fought desperately against him. "Please, Malfoy… God, you have a good dick…"
They fit their parts together again, and Draco made his way back in with a frantic jerking of the hips. His hands roamed over Harry's body, to feel the smoothness of his skin, and he pulled out a couple more times to reposition himself and taste the sweat that had collected in the hollow of Harry's throat. Draco wished their lovemaking would last much longer than it did. It felt hot and pure—and natural, like this was the way his body was intended to have sex.
"Fuck me…" Harry's voice was failing him, and it was hoarse, becoming ragged. "Fuck me harder… do it harder…"
The climax hit Draco before he could do anything to stop it. Thankfully, Harry was gazing adoringly up at him when the pressure in his balls reached the point of no return. Draco felt a tingling all over, as if electricity was shooting up his legs and through his spine.
Harry's lips parted on a filthy moan. "I love your cock…"
With that, Draco felt like something was being ripped out of him—pieces of his soul, perhaps—and it was being siphoned into the boy he was connected with.
"I love it… Use my arse… make yourself come…"
Draco's voice broke on a cry while he strained under the weight of his orgasm. His hips jerked erratically as the pleasure took over, and he pushed as far as he could go, holding the thrust deeply in place.
"Harry…!"
Cum spilled out of him, filling the hole that was gripping on to him. Draco didn't care if the way he was crammed inside was painful or not. Nothing mattered anymore, except that he felt like he was dying inside his boyfriend, and it was the most powerful feeling in the world.
"I feel it… Your cum's squirting inside me…"
"You're a dirty boy." Draco pushed harder, mind going numb from the rush of euphoria. "You like that, don't you? You want my cum? Such a good boy…"
Harry whimpered in agreement, legs spreading wider in the hopes he could take more of him.
It took a while for the haze in Draco's mind to recede, but when it did, he opened his eyes to the sound of purring in his ear. Harry was clinging on to him, and their skin was sticky with sweat and something else. Draco lifted himself weakly onto an elbow and peered down between their legs. Harry's cock had gotten hard at some point, and both their stomachs were gooey with its cum.
Draco tried to lift himself off, but Harry clutched him petulantly to his chest with a firmly stated: "No…"
Draco experimented with a few light thrusts and was surprised at the approving groan that he received. He had no more energy to keep on going though, and the ache that permeated his genitals made it impossible to stay hard. He had to rest, and so he nestled comfortably in Harry's arms and contented himself with kissing the boy's throat while they lay together.
After snuggling for a while, Harry tugged the cushion out from underneath himself, then made a noise of complaint when Draco unavoidably slipped out.
"I take it you had a good time?" Draco was still half in a stupor.
Harry made a rumbling noise in the back of his throat. "Really good…"
Draco shifted slightly, then ran his lips over the scar on Harry's forehead. "I came inside you. I wasn't sure."
"I told you to. It's what I wanted." Harry closed his eyes when Draco's lips passed over them on the way down to his mouth.
"You came, also. I'm surprised. I figured you'd be in too much pain."
"Me too. But I sort of liked how it hurt, and then it got nice, and I couldn't help gushing all over you when you hit that spot near the end. It was weird… you filling me up while I got emptied…"
Draco collapsed sideways into the blankets and pulled Harry against him. "Holy boggarts."
Harry chuckled at the unsexy phrase that had been stolen from him. "Thanks for the lube, by the way. I think it's gonna be a staple in my routine."
Draco rubbed noses with him, and Harry sighed while cuddling into his arms. "We fit. Just like I said."
"Like magic." Harry skimmed his fingers over Draco's chest.
"You really are a slut, aren't you?" Draco smiled at him tenderly.
"I'm not a slut," Harry mumbled grouchily. He shoved Draco from his side onto his back, then crawled on top of him. He rested his head on Draco's shoulder and pulled the blankets over them, feeling the beat of Draco's heart next to his own.
"Then what are you?" Draco scratched his nails over Harry's back.
"Yours, I guess," Harry said with a deep sigh. "Just yours. Especially after tonight, I think it's safe to say you don't have to ask for permission anymore."
"So in other words…," Draco smirked, "you are a slut. For me, anyways."
"Whatever you say."
"You do know that if anyone else has you, I'll perform the Killing Curse on them and wash your insides with my cum."
"Jealous much?"
"Insanely. No one else gets to have you. You're mine, just like you said."
"I'm your slut… and you get to kill people if they touch me. Got it…"
They remained in each other's arms like that for a while, murmuring every now and then about how they should wash up and go to bed, except that neither of them was willing to move or separate from the other. A few hours later, Harry woke, only to realize with a jolt of horror that he wasn't back in his own bed, and he had no idea what time it was, since his watch was buried in the pile of his clothes several paces off. The floating candles had burned out, and even the bewitched ceiling had faded away, leaving only the chandelier, which had been invisible until now.
Harry nudged Draco awake, and when he asked what time it was, Draco sat bolt upright and looked around them.
"It's gonna be five," Harry said, after recovering his watch.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Draco said, "Still out of time."
Draco rallied Harry into the bathtub to wash the sweat and sex off their bodies as quickly as they could, and after cleaning and drying themselves off, they rushed around the room while throwing on their clothes.
Harry's bottom clenched involuntarily. He still felt like he was being penetrated by Draco for some reason, but there was an unmistakably empty feeling there also. "Damn. I'm gonna be dead tomorrow," he said. "I've got a lot of studying to do."
Draco padded over on bare feet and kissed the top of Harry's head while pulling on his robes. "Thanks for letting me kill you for a day. Now would you help me clean this all up?"
Neither of them had any skill with cleaning charms, so Harry helped him gather up the blankets, cushions, and everything else while the bathtub drained. After sorting everything away—Draco decided to leave the blankets and cushions against the wall to pick up later—they gathered everything else that they had shared, magazines included, and stuffed the items into their robes.
They picked up their brooms and cloaks, but Draco snatched the Firebolt away, saying, "It won't be hard to put this back if she's not up."
The Out-Of-Order sign would have kept anyone away if they had been roaming the castle at this hour, but it still felt risky when they opened the door and exited the bathroom under the Invisibility Cloak. Harry's gait was more awkward than usual, and Draco kept smirking sideways at him, asking if he was okay.
"Feeling better than a few hours ago," Harry said honestly, donning an embarrassed grin.
Harry snuck furtive glances at the Marauder's Map by the light of his wand when Draco wasn't looking, in case Filch or Mrs. Norris sprang up out of nowhere, but the castle was completely deserted, so they were in no danger of running into anyone.
When they made it to the main stairway, Draco pulled Harry to a stop and said, "I gotta head down from here." Then, he took hold of Harry's hand and rubbed Harry's thumb with a serious look set on his face. "That was the best night of my life, Harry. Er… I mean, Potter."
There was a light feeling in Harry's chest. "You know you can call me Harry. I don't mind. We've been dating how long? But I love the way you say my last name. It's really grown on me."
"Harry Potter." Draco's smile was bursting with affection. "I'll never forget tonight. It's just too bad we couldn't fly longer, considering Umbridge's ban."
"Honestly, I prefer how the night went." Heat rose into Harry's cheeks as he remembered how they had tussled in the makeshift bed. "Take my Cloak, will you? Last thing we need is that toad catching you at the last minute. You can give it back tomorrow."
Draco's face lit up at the offer. "Just try not to walk so funny, or someone like Granger will figure out something is up. Especially if Weasley noticed you've been missing." He pecked Harry on the cheek and smiled fondly, expecting him to leave after that goodnight kiss.
Harry remained under the Cloak, smiling stupidly at Draco for far too long.
"Go to bed, Potter," he said, not really wanting him to go at all. "I'll take care of everything from here."
"Draco."
Draco stopped midturn and looked at Harry.
"I love you."
Draco grinned. "I love you too, Skrewt-Face. Too fucking much."
With that, Harry crept out from under his Cloak, feeling suddenly cold and very alone. When he turned around, he could no longer see his boyfriend, and for some reason that unsettled him. He decided on a whim that he would stay behind after all, to help Draco return the Firebolt, but Draco hissed from somewhere down the stairs: "I'll take twenty points from Gryffindor if you don't get your arse to bed!"
