*does a happy dance*
Alright, chapter 36! *does a little dance* I’m thrilled at how quickly this came together, relatively speaking, and I’m hoping the next chapter will be the same. I’m hoping to post every other week or so, now that I’m feeling better. Not great, but definitely better. Cheers.
Title: Something’s Started (36)
Rating: NC-17 as always. *grins*
Summary: Back to school we go.
Before they were ready for it, the holidays were over. Ron, Hermione and Ginny joined them at Grimmauld Place and since they were all of age, thanks to the delayed school year, they Apparated to Kings Cross. They arrived to the usual hustle and bustle of the platform and began making their way towards the train. Although no one was surprised to see Draco with the Gryffindors, those who looked a little closer were shocked to see that Harry and Draco were holding hands. Their puzzlement would soon be relieved however, as Harry and Draco had no intentions of hiding their relationship anymore.
Draco was caught up in a bruising hug from Pansy when he boarded the train, and she joined them in the hunt for a compartment. They found an empty one and settled in, grateful that Ginny had abandoned them for her friends; she had not spoken a word to Harry or Draco since Christmas dinner, choosing rather to be hateful quietly and from a distance. Her presence made Harry uncomfortable but he knew that, aside from her own private hopes, she had nothing to fault him for. It didn’t stop him from feeling bad about the whole situation however.
After the war had ended with Voldemort’s defeat, Ginny had approached Harry immediately with the intention of renewing their relationship but Harry, for reasons he had not been aware of at the time, held back, telling her that it wasn’t the right time and they could talk about it again in the future.
Needless to say, they never did have that talk. Before Harry had been ready to face Ginny, knowing he would have to turn her down yet again, he had realized he was gay (and boy, did that explain some things) and then that he’d fallen for Draco. If he were honest with himself, as he was trying to be, Ginny had never crossed his mind once during his courtship, as it were, of Draco, and before that only occasionally. Apparently, Ginny felt very differently. Harry knew that he’d have to deal with what Draco called ‘The Ginny Situation’ very soon, but he was not ready for it just yet and was incredibly thankful not to have to share an awkward compartment with her.
As the train left the station, Hermione and Pansy settled into a discussion about their respective holidays while Ron flipped through the latest copy of Quidditch Monthly, having received a new subscription for Christmas. Harry and Draco sat on the opposite bench, their bodies pressed close together. One of Draco’s legs was thrown over Harry’s and Harry’s arm was draped around Draco’s shoulders, pulling him close. Much to Ron’s discomfort and the amusement of the girls, their quiet conversation had swiftly descended into gentle kisses and from there into a heated snog, complete with Harry’s free hand gripping Draco’s thigh where it lay across his own.
Ron was hiding behind his Quidditch magazine, trying to block out the spectacle but both girls were squirming in their seats with something other than discomfort as they watched the scene before them. They were both well aware about Harry and Draco’s plan to out themselves as soon as possible, but neither of them was prepared to see the arousing show being put on right in front of them by their respective best friends.
Things were beginning to escalate further; Draco had turned a bit to pursue more contact, allowing Harry to tug his leg further into his lap. Draco’s arms had wrapped around Harry’s neck, his hands buried in soft black hair while the arm that had been draped around his shoulders had fallen to his waist.
No less alarming to the other occupants of the compartment was the sounds that were emanating from the embracing couple. There were some muffled moans that Hermione was certain had originated with Draco, while Harry was emitting a rumbling growl that clearly told his approval of the situation and had the added effect of raising the heartbeats of the two girls sharing the space.
“Please make it stop...” Ron whimpered from behind his magazine and although Hermione would certainly be happy to let them continue, an opinion she shared with Pansy who was currently engrossed in an attempt to decipher whose tongue was whose; but she realized that Ron was right, so she cleared her throat loudly to gain the boys attention.
She was unsuccessful on her first attempt and the situation was becoming desperate, as was Ron’s pleading from behind his ineffectual wall of paper. Harry’s hand had migrated onto Draco’s other leg, gripping it behind the knee and pulling it onto his lap with the other whilst simultaneously leaning forward to ease Draco onto his back on the bench. Draco was not resisting, in fact he was encouraging Harry with more moans, tugging on his handfuls of hair to bring Harry in closer.
Fortunately or unfortunately for Harry and Draco, Harry’s attempt to lay Draco back and continue devouring him were thwarted by the opening of the compartment door, heralding the arrival of Blaise Zabini and Tracey Davis. They stared openly at the boys who had stopped their kiss reluctantly and sat up, but had not let go of each other.
“Well, well.” Blaise spoke at last. “It seems the rumors are true, you are a fag.” He said to Draco, causing Draco to laugh and Harry to glare from his place in Draco’s arms.
“Please Zabini. That was weak. How did you think I would react to that? It’s completely true, and now that you’ve had your peek at me, off you go.”
“Oh, I don’t think we’ll be going just yet…apparently there’s some news we hadn’t heard.” He drawled, dropping down on the seat next to Harry and Draco while Tracey hovered at the door, eyes wide.
“Apparently in all the excitement surrounding your defection from Malfoy Manor and the very…dignified…manner in which you outed yourself, no one mentioned you were shagging the Great Harry Potter as well.”
“Stifle it Zabini.” Harry snapped. He hated it when people played his name up like that and he wasn’t afraid to say it anymore. Draco gave him a sharp look, but didn’t pull away. Instead he turned so he could look Blaise in the eye.
“That would be because no one knew, you daft prat. Besides,” Draco turned around to Harry once more. “I’m the one who’s being shagged.” Draco grinned suggestively at Harry, who gazed back, his arousal sparked anew at Draco’s suggestive words.
“Yes, yes, it’s all true.” Pansy spoke up. “What more is there to say, Blaise?” she asked pointedly. “You’ve had your gawk, now move along, there’s a good boy.”
Zabini shot her a lethal glare but took the hint and stood. “Fine, I’ll leave you to your little Gryffindor orgy. Enjoy.” With a wave of his hand he guided a still silent Tracey out the door, closing it behind them.
“Well.” Pansy quipped. “That was fun.”
“It’s going to be a lot worse than that.” Draco said, seriously now. He and Harry were rearranging themselves, Draco turning to lay his head on Harry’s lap where Harry’s hand had immediately begun stroking his baby soft hair. “There are people a lot nastier and more prejudiced that Blaise Zabini. He’s all about the shock factor but probably doesn’t care either way.”
“You’re right.” Pansy agreed. “There are others who will give much worse. Any second thoughts about the whole coming out right away plan?”
“No.” Harry spoke up. “No second thoughts. It’d be too late by now anyway, what with the gossip and that little scene with Zabini.” He paused to look lovingly at the man in his lap. “Anyway, we’re not hiding it anymore.” He leaned down and graced Draco’s lips with a lingering kiss.
“Yes, we can see that.” Hermione quipped, eyeing them pointedly.
Draco laughed and Harry blushed. “You’ve made your point.” He said grudgingly, sitting back again and resumed his stroking, still gazing at Draco like a smitten Hufflepuff. Ron, silent during the exchange with Zabini, slid down in his seat, hiding behind his magazine again.
The rest of the trip was spent in conversation and comfortable silences, Harry and Draco even managed to keep their hands relatively to themselves. Even if they wanted too, there seemed to be a steady stream of visitors to their compartment, all of them knowing that Draco would likely be with the Gryffindors; all eager to find out if the rumors were true. Those who hadn’t heard the gossip over the holidays had heard it since arriving on the train and were just as eager to find out the truth.
Draco confirmed the news, leaving mostly everyone without anything to say, especially when they discovered that, not only was Draco gay, but that Harry was too and they were together. By the time it reached Hogsmeade Station, the train was abuzz with fresh gossip, speculation flying not only about Draco but about Harry as well, and when did this all happen? The topic was on everyone’s minds as they unloaded at the platform, and all eyes were peeled to catch a glimpse of the couple in question.
For their part, Harry and Draco did their best to ignore the stares, Harry was certainly used to it, and Draco was not at all afraid of the scrutiny. They departed for their carriages hand in hand along with the others, all five of them piling into a carriage under the watchful eyes of the rest of the school Despite the face they put on for the school, it was a little uncomfortable, so Harry and Draco spent the ride to the castle pressed close to each other, their foreheads together in a quiet moment of solidarity.
Upon arrival they filed into the Great Hall with the rest of the students, trying to ignore the stares and whispered words. Harry pulled Draco aside while the rest of the school filed past, pressing him up against the wall and whispering ‘I love you.’ In his ear before capturing his lips in a longing kiss. Draco kissed back, wrapping his arms around Harry’s back; both of them aware that they were still the center of attention so they let go of each other’s mouths and stood wrapped in a warm embrace for a few moments.
Finally Harry pulled back, glancing behind him to see that there were only a few stragglers left entering the Hall.
“Meet me here after dinner?” He asked Draco in a husky voice. Having to hold back all day was really starting to get to him, he had become pleasantly accustomed to having Draco any time he wanted him, and vice versa, but being at school again, sleeping in separate dorms…this was going to be harder than he’d thought, even if they didn’t have to hide it anymore.
“Absolutely.” Draco replied, leaning in to kiss Harry once more. It was a quick kiss and then they pulled apart reluctantly, squeezing their fingers together as they made their way to the Hall. Naturally they were the last to enter, finding the rest of the school watching them closely as they smiled at each other, dropped hands and proceeded to their respective tables.
Although dinner passed fairly quickly, it was still an exercise in patience for Harry who was annoyed to be a Gryffindor just then…everyone was buzzing about him and his supposedly new relationship with none other than Draco Malfoy, but only the Gryffindors would have the blind courage to bring it up at the supper table. Although Hermione was able to deflect most of the queries, Harry finally decided he’d had enough of the speculative glances, whispered wonderings and frank questions so he said loudly, but not loudly enough that his voice carried to the other tables.
“Yes, I’m gay. Yes, I’m seeing Draco Malfoy. No, it’s not really new and no, I don’t want to talk about it. Now leave me alone, you nosy prats, and eat your dessert.”
At last the table fell silent around them, giving Harry enough time to take one deep breath before voices sprang up again. He sighed and looked across the Hall at Draco and found his boyfriend smirking at him amusedly. It appeared that the Slytherins were much more circumspect with their chatter, and they left Draco more or less alone. But the curious glances were not well hidden, and it was clear that the Slytherins were just as interested in this latest drama as the rest of the school.
Shortly after making his declaration, Harry caught Draco’s eye and smiled, pushing back from his place at the table. Draco nodded and continued his conversation with Pansy, but Harry stood and told Ron and Hermione he’d see them later and, with a wave at the rest of his housemates, strode out of the Hall.
The entire school watched Harry’s exit, and after he was gone every eye in the Hall turned towards Draco, who noticed the prickles on the back of his neck that told him he was being watched. He lifted his head to see that all eyes were indeed on him. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders.
“What?” he drawled sardonically. “Is there a problem?”
Pansy was wearing a matching smirk. “I think some people are wondering why you haven’t followed your boyfriend out into the corridor for a shag, Draco.” She said, clearly amused.
“Oh, is that all?” Draco lifted and elegant brow. “As much as I am looking forward to joining him, I haven’t forgotten my manners completely, regardless of the company I keep.”
Pansy chuckled.
“Well, I suppose we should give the people what they want.” Draco said with mock annoyance. “We’ll continue this conversation later, shall we?”
“Oh, of course.” Pansy said; all graciousness. “But right now I think there’s someone waiting for you, and eagerly, if I know anything about it.”
“I’m sure you’re right.” Draco replied, standing up from the table. He added, “I’ll just be off then.” and strode from the Hall.
Harry was waiting for him just down the corridor; he reached out for Draco as he walked by.
“You’re late.” Harry said, kissing Draco before he could respond. Draco kissed back eagerly, loving the way it felt when Harry kissed him; no matter how many times they kissed it never failed to get him all fired up. Besides, Harry’s hands weren’t doing much to calm him as they roamed his body, stroking his chest, arms, back until coming to rest on his arse. Harry gripped him tightly, spreading Draco’s cheeks while fitting their hard cocks together through their clothes.
Draco moaned deeply, gripping Harry’s shoulders and thrusting against him in response…his body was singing with sensation but his arse felt empty, twitching against the pressure of Harry’s grip as it pulled him wide open.
“Fuck me, Harry.” Draco whispered and Harry was lost. The glow from their morning shag had long since worn off, leaving them horny and impatient. The thought crossed Draco’s mind fleetingly that it really was true, the more sex you have, the more you want. He wanted it bad and, judging by the way Harry was gripping his arse cheeks and thrusting into him made it clear that Harry was in much the same state as Draco. He began to tug Draco along the corridor, searching behind him with one hand for a doorknob, any doorknob, so they could have some semblance of privacy.
It seemed like an eternity to Draco before Harry’s hand was finally successful, finding a knob and opening it to push Draco inside the room, swinging the door shut behind them. Draco found his back against a set of shelves, the air filled with the abrasive scent of disinfectant.
“Lumos.” Draco said, his eyes confirming his suspicions about their potential shagging space. “A broom cupboard, Harry?”
“Yes.” Harry said, moving closer and pinning Draco against the shelving unit. “It’s private and its here…that’s enough for me.” He leaned in and took Draco’s lips with his own, cutting off any further protest before it could be voiced; tongue laving before dipping in for a proper taste.
Draco placed his wand on a shelf by his hips, casting the small space in a soft glow before wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist and pulling him closer, leaving their bodies pressed flush as he kissed back. Harry deepened the kiss and Draco encouraged him, moaning his pleasure around the weight of Harry’s tongue in his mouth.
Harry moaned back, reaching down to grip Draco’s buttocks again; his hands had been aching to be on this particular portion of Draco’s anatomy all through dinner. He groaned again, pulling back and spinning Draco around with strong hands on his hips, pressing Draco forward into the shelves.
“Harry…” Draco panted, feeling his arousal spike as Harry pressed his still clothed cock into the crease of Draco’s cheeks.
“This is what you do to me, Draco.” Harry spoke against Draco’s hair, his voice hoarse as he nestled Draco’s rear into his groin. “This is how you make me feel. My cock longs for your arse whenever we’re not like this.” Harry slid his lips down Draco’s neck as his hand slid over Draco’s erect cock.
“My cock wants you right now, Draco.” Harry’s hands were unfastening Draco’s flies as he spoke, his own cock still thrusting roughly into Draco’s rear. He sucked the tender skin on Draco’s neck into his mouth as he pulled Draco’s cock out of his pants.
“Do you still care it’s a broom cupboard, Draco?” Harry whispered huskily into Draco’s ear, giving the head of his cock a twist. Draco as moaning and grunting loudly as Harry stroked one hand over his throbbing shaft, while tugging his own trousers and pants down with his free hand, his chest still pressing Draco against the shelves. Once he was finished with his own clothing, he pulled Draco’s slacks roughly down to his knees, baring Draco’s pert arse to his hungry eyes and straining cock.
With one hand still working Draco’s cock, Harry slid the other up and thrust several of his fingers into Draco’s mouth, all the while laying sharp nips across the nape of his neck.
“Fuck, Harry…” Draco panted when Harry removed his fingers, giving Draco’s cock another firm tug to make up for the loss. Harry’s hips had settled into rocking his cock between Draco’s cheeks, but he pulled back and soon he was questing for Draco’s hole with saliva coated fingers. He found it unerringly and slid two fingers inside the slackened hole, reaching for Draco’s prostate. When he found it and rubbed Draco gave another yell that quickly faded into moans and gasps for more, thrusting back onto Harry’s fingers desperately. That was incentive enough for Harry to pull back once more, fumbling in his pocket for the lube he had taken to carrying with him…with any luck he could be shagging Draco at any moment, and he wanted to be prepared.
Harry’s hand slowed on Draco’s cock, causing him to moan in disappointment, but he didn’t stop sucking gently on Draco’s tender neck as he retrieved the lube and flipped the lid with one hand, pulling back to watch as he squirted some of the slippery gel onto his aching cock before dropping the lube to the floor without another thought, grabbing Draco’s hips again with both hands, his thumbs dipping in to spread open Draco’s cheeks.
“Fuck, Harry!” Draco hollered. “What’s taking so fucking long?” he demanded, but Harry was taking his time now, languidly spreading the lube into Draco’s crease with his cock, ignoring Draco’s ever louder pleas for him to ‘hurry the fuck up already!’
“But Draco,” Harry responded in a low voice, avoiding Draco’s attempts to hurry him along by thrusting back onto Harry’s cock. “I won’t be seeing you again until tomorrow, so let me take the time now, damnit.”
Draco scoffed. “This from the man who pushed me into a bloody broom cupboard to have his wicked way with me, unable to find a more comfortable room cause he had to shag me right now!” Draco thrust back again, harder, and this time Harry felt the tip of his cock slip into Draco’s ready entrance.
“Now fuck me, you fucking tease!” Draco bellowed, thrusting himself further onto Harry’s rigid prick.
“You asked for it!” Harry hissed into Draco’s ear as he dug his fingers into Draco’s hips and thrusting forward, hard, slamming into Draco with more force than he was prepared to deal with, setting a blistering pace before Draco had time to adjust to the girth now inside him.
Draco yelped in surprise, his yell quickly morphing into moans of pleasure and pleas for more as Harry pounded him relentlessly.
“So…fucking…good, Draco.” Harry gasped out, leaning forward and gripping the shelf beside Draco’s own grasping hands.
“Fuck, yes…Harry…” Draco said between hard thrusts, Harry’s hips still keeping their rhythm, brushing Draco’s prostate unpredictably but with enough regularity to bring Draco close to his climax, with Harry not far behind. Draco’s cock was bobbing against his stomach with every thrust, the slaps adding to the penetration and prostate stimulation, taking him higher and higher until…
“Harrrrry…ungh…” Draco gasped as his climax hit him, spurting his release onto the shelves and various bottles of cleaning products as he rode it out, his hot passage clenching rhythmically around Harry’s cock.
Harry groaned loudly as Draco clenched his already sensitive cock, feeling Draco’s bursts of pleasure surround him as he started thrusting erratically, nearing his own climax. When it came upon him he was busy sucking another hickey onto Draco’s neck, spurting his release inside Draco, fingers again digging painfully into Draco’s hips.
“God, Harry.” Draco said, resting his head against a shelf as Harry panted hot breaths against the back of his neck.
“Draco…” Harry replied, trying to suck air into his aching lungs, willing his body to regain strength enough to hold him up when he let go of Draco. In the silence Harry became aware of a dim humming sound that seemed to surround them but he pushed the noise out of his thoughts in favor of sucking lightly on Draco’s neck.
“How on earth will I sleep tonight without breathing you in?” Harry asked softly, mournfully, slipping his arms around Draco’s waist.
“I don’t know...” Draco said, not without a hint of whine in his voice. “I was hoping you could tell me how…”
Harry sighed deeply, wishing they were still in their bed at Grimmauld Place, only accepting the reality of the broom cupboard out of necessity. With great reluctance he pulled back, sliding his softened cock out of Draco’s now sopping hole. He rummaged for his wand and spelled them both clean before tugging his trousers up and refastening them as Draco did the same.
Draco turned to face him and they shared a few lingering kisses as they attempted to pull themselves into something resembling order, the light from Draco’s wand casting shadows around them as they moved. Draco especially hoped they were presentable, but he was not certain of the fact and honestly didn’t care enough at this point to put more effort into it. When they were as ready as they were going to get Harry pulled Draco into his arms and held him close, breathing him in with deep breaths, desperate to get enough to last him through the night.
“Harry?” Draco’s voice was muffled in his neck so Harry pulled back to look at him, dropping a kiss onto his lips instead of answering, cherishing Draco with lips and tongue.
“This is really bothering you, isn’t it?” Draco asked when Harry had at last deigned no release his lips.
“Yes.” Harry agreed, giving Draco a half hearted smile. “I don’t want to be without you.” He said softly, meeting Draco’s eyes hesitantly.
“You won’t ever be without me, not really.” Draco assured him in a firm tone. “It’s just…we have to sleep in our dorms.”
“I know. I still miss you though…” Harry replied, accepting Draco’s kiss and holding him tight.
“We should go now, Harry.” Draco said after a few long moments of mutual comfort. “We have to come out of the closet at some point.” He added with a twist of his lips.
Harry chuckled in response. “I suppose you’re right.” He said, giving Draco one last kiss before reaching to open the door. He held it open for Draco, grinning as he passed and turning to follow.
“Oh, wait.” He said, flicking his wand and incanting “Accio lube.” He caught the tube deftly and tucked it into his pocket as he turned to leave, but he found himself bumping into Draco instead.
Harry looked up, confused only until he saw why Draco had stopped. Suddenly he recognized the hum he had heard earlier as the sound of multiple voices raised in speculation, something he had trained himself to ignore over the years. Indeed, half the school was loitering in the corridor just outside the broom cupboard Harry and Draco had occupied, every eye fixed on them as they stood in the doorway.
The standoff lasted for several minutes as the parties stared each other down, until a voice piped up from the middle of the crowd.
“Accio lube?” Seamus quipped, his deep Irish brogue unmistakable. “Smooth Potter!”
Harry flushed a deep red while the crowd in front of him laughed. He found himself nervously rubbing the back of his neck, unsure of just what to do in such a situation.
“So, you’re really out of the closet then?” asked a voice that Harry didn’t recognize. The crowd laughed again at the clear double meaning, but this time Draco had a response.
“Yes, so it would seem.” He drawled scathingly eyeing various individuals in the crowd as if daring them to push him further. They ignored him.
“The two of you are dating then?” another voice called out from the crowd, but before either of them could formulate a response yet another voice called out in an exaggerated tone.
“Oh Harry, yes, yes, harder Harry, please fuck me, oh Harry!”
The laughter was uproarious this time and both Harry and Draco blushed, Draco closing his eyes to the humiliation as half the school delighted in mocking his obvious submission to Harry. In the eyes of the school and the Wizarding World at large, Malfoys did not submit, his father’s involvement with Voldemort notwithstanding. The truth was, Draco did not submit, not to Voldemort, not to the Order, not to the Ministry. Certainly now to the rest of the school, but with Harry…only with Harry did Draco find he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to submit to Harry, but only Harry was supposed to know that, only Harry was supposed to see, or be aware of the existence of, that part of Draco.
“Alright, you’ve had your fun.” Harry said finally, speaking up at Draco’s obvious discomfort, his own cheeks were still red, but his voice was firm. “So move along now and leave us alone.”
Some of the crowd began to file away, but most seemed to want more of an explanation. Harry sighed, placing a supportive arm around Draco’s waist, pulling Draco against his chest and kissing the nape of his neck softly.
“Okay then, here’s your answers.” Harry held Draco tight and gazed seriously out at the crowd of onlookers. “Some of you have already heard the gossip about Draco, so you know he’s gay. Well, I am too.”
“Obviously.” A voice called out to more laughter.
“Yes, well, there it is.” Harry said impatiently. “We’ve been together since the middle of September and now that certain people have been made aware of the pertinent details…well, we aren’t going to hide our involvement anymore. And that’s all you really need to know, so it’s all you’ll be hearing from us. Anything else you may hear is very likely untrue.”
“So the rest is between you and the mops, Harry?” called out another voice, Dean; if Harry was correct.
Even Harry had to chuckle at that one, although Draco was slightly less amused.
“Yes, yes, it’s all very funny, I’m sure.” He snapped at the assembled crowd. He was still feeling the burn at having his most guarded moments being mocked so openly. “I’m thrilled that my sex life is a source of amusement for you all.”
“Alright everyone, the show’s over.” Harry interjected before Draco could work himself up, but giving him a reassuring squeeze. “Move along now, and if I hear a single disparaging remark or funny little comment, I’ll let Draco hex you.”
This, combined with Draco’s venomous glare was enough to disperse the rest of the group. Harry gave Draco another squeeze, whispering “I love you.” into his ear before taking his hand and leading him through his classmates towards the stairs.
Chapter 37
Title: Something’s Started (36)
Rating: NC-17 as always. *grins*
Summary: Back to school we go.
Before they were ready for it, the holidays were over. Ron, Hermione and Ginny joined them at Grimmauld Place and since they were all of age, thanks to the delayed school year, they Apparated to Kings Cross. They arrived to the usual hustle and bustle of the platform and began making their way towards the train. Although no one was surprised to see Draco with the Gryffindors, those who looked a little closer were shocked to see that Harry and Draco were holding hands. Their puzzlement would soon be relieved however, as Harry and Draco had no intentions of hiding their relationship anymore.
Draco was caught up in a bruising hug from Pansy when he boarded the train, and she joined them in the hunt for a compartment. They found an empty one and settled in, grateful that Ginny had abandoned them for her friends; she had not spoken a word to Harry or Draco since Christmas dinner, choosing rather to be hateful quietly and from a distance. Her presence made Harry uncomfortable but he knew that, aside from her own private hopes, she had nothing to fault him for. It didn’t stop him from feeling bad about the whole situation however.
After the war had ended with Voldemort’s defeat, Ginny had approached Harry immediately with the intention of renewing their relationship but Harry, for reasons he had not been aware of at the time, held back, telling her that it wasn’t the right time and they could talk about it again in the future.
Needless to say, they never did have that talk. Before Harry had been ready to face Ginny, knowing he would have to turn her down yet again, he had realized he was gay (and boy, did that explain some things) and then that he’d fallen for Draco. If he were honest with himself, as he was trying to be, Ginny had never crossed his mind once during his courtship, as it were, of Draco, and before that only occasionally. Apparently, Ginny felt very differently. Harry knew that he’d have to deal with what Draco called ‘The Ginny Situation’ very soon, but he was not ready for it just yet and was incredibly thankful not to have to share an awkward compartment with her.
As the train left the station, Hermione and Pansy settled into a discussion about their respective holidays while Ron flipped through the latest copy of Quidditch Monthly, having received a new subscription for Christmas. Harry and Draco sat on the opposite bench, their bodies pressed close together. One of Draco’s legs was thrown over Harry’s and Harry’s arm was draped around Draco’s shoulders, pulling him close. Much to Ron’s discomfort and the amusement of the girls, their quiet conversation had swiftly descended into gentle kisses and from there into a heated snog, complete with Harry’s free hand gripping Draco’s thigh where it lay across his own.
Ron was hiding behind his Quidditch magazine, trying to block out the spectacle but both girls were squirming in their seats with something other than discomfort as they watched the scene before them. They were both well aware about Harry and Draco’s plan to out themselves as soon as possible, but neither of them was prepared to see the arousing show being put on right in front of them by their respective best friends.
Things were beginning to escalate further; Draco had turned a bit to pursue more contact, allowing Harry to tug his leg further into his lap. Draco’s arms had wrapped around Harry’s neck, his hands buried in soft black hair while the arm that had been draped around his shoulders had fallen to his waist.
No less alarming to the other occupants of the compartment was the sounds that were emanating from the embracing couple. There were some muffled moans that Hermione was certain had originated with Draco, while Harry was emitting a rumbling growl that clearly told his approval of the situation and had the added effect of raising the heartbeats of the two girls sharing the space.
“Please make it stop...” Ron whimpered from behind his magazine and although Hermione would certainly be happy to let them continue, an opinion she shared with Pansy who was currently engrossed in an attempt to decipher whose tongue was whose; but she realized that Ron was right, so she cleared her throat loudly to gain the boys attention.
She was unsuccessful on her first attempt and the situation was becoming desperate, as was Ron’s pleading from behind his ineffectual wall of paper. Harry’s hand had migrated onto Draco’s other leg, gripping it behind the knee and pulling it onto his lap with the other whilst simultaneously leaning forward to ease Draco onto his back on the bench. Draco was not resisting, in fact he was encouraging Harry with more moans, tugging on his handfuls of hair to bring Harry in closer.
Fortunately or unfortunately for Harry and Draco, Harry’s attempt to lay Draco back and continue devouring him were thwarted by the opening of the compartment door, heralding the arrival of Blaise Zabini and Tracey Davis. They stared openly at the boys who had stopped their kiss reluctantly and sat up, but had not let go of each other.
“Well, well.” Blaise spoke at last. “It seems the rumors are true, you are a fag.” He said to Draco, causing Draco to laugh and Harry to glare from his place in Draco’s arms.
“Please Zabini. That was weak. How did you think I would react to that? It’s completely true, and now that you’ve had your peek at me, off you go.”
“Oh, I don’t think we’ll be going just yet…apparently there’s some news we hadn’t heard.” He drawled, dropping down on the seat next to Harry and Draco while Tracey hovered at the door, eyes wide.
“Apparently in all the excitement surrounding your defection from Malfoy Manor and the very…dignified…manner in which you outed yourself, no one mentioned you were shagging the Great Harry Potter as well.”
“Stifle it Zabini.” Harry snapped. He hated it when people played his name up like that and he wasn’t afraid to say it anymore. Draco gave him a sharp look, but didn’t pull away. Instead he turned so he could look Blaise in the eye.
“That would be because no one knew, you daft prat. Besides,” Draco turned around to Harry once more. “I’m the one who’s being shagged.” Draco grinned suggestively at Harry, who gazed back, his arousal sparked anew at Draco’s suggestive words.
“Yes, yes, it’s all true.” Pansy spoke up. “What more is there to say, Blaise?” she asked pointedly. “You’ve had your gawk, now move along, there’s a good boy.”
Zabini shot her a lethal glare but took the hint and stood. “Fine, I’ll leave you to your little Gryffindor orgy. Enjoy.” With a wave of his hand he guided a still silent Tracey out the door, closing it behind them.
“Well.” Pansy quipped. “That was fun.”
“It’s going to be a lot worse than that.” Draco said, seriously now. He and Harry were rearranging themselves, Draco turning to lay his head on Harry’s lap where Harry’s hand had immediately begun stroking his baby soft hair. “There are people a lot nastier and more prejudiced that Blaise Zabini. He’s all about the shock factor but probably doesn’t care either way.”
“You’re right.” Pansy agreed. “There are others who will give much worse. Any second thoughts about the whole coming out right away plan?”
“No.” Harry spoke up. “No second thoughts. It’d be too late by now anyway, what with the gossip and that little scene with Zabini.” He paused to look lovingly at the man in his lap. “Anyway, we’re not hiding it anymore.” He leaned down and graced Draco’s lips with a lingering kiss.
“Yes, we can see that.” Hermione quipped, eyeing them pointedly.
Draco laughed and Harry blushed. “You’ve made your point.” He said grudgingly, sitting back again and resumed his stroking, still gazing at Draco like a smitten Hufflepuff. Ron, silent during the exchange with Zabini, slid down in his seat, hiding behind his magazine again.
The rest of the trip was spent in conversation and comfortable silences, Harry and Draco even managed to keep their hands relatively to themselves. Even if they wanted too, there seemed to be a steady stream of visitors to their compartment, all of them knowing that Draco would likely be with the Gryffindors; all eager to find out if the rumors were true. Those who hadn’t heard the gossip over the holidays had heard it since arriving on the train and were just as eager to find out the truth.
Draco confirmed the news, leaving mostly everyone without anything to say, especially when they discovered that, not only was Draco gay, but that Harry was too and they were together. By the time it reached Hogsmeade Station, the train was abuzz with fresh gossip, speculation flying not only about Draco but about Harry as well, and when did this all happen? The topic was on everyone’s minds as they unloaded at the platform, and all eyes were peeled to catch a glimpse of the couple in question.
For their part, Harry and Draco did their best to ignore the stares, Harry was certainly used to it, and Draco was not at all afraid of the scrutiny. They departed for their carriages hand in hand along with the others, all five of them piling into a carriage under the watchful eyes of the rest of the school Despite the face they put on for the school, it was a little uncomfortable, so Harry and Draco spent the ride to the castle pressed close to each other, their foreheads together in a quiet moment of solidarity.
Upon arrival they filed into the Great Hall with the rest of the students, trying to ignore the stares and whispered words. Harry pulled Draco aside while the rest of the school filed past, pressing him up against the wall and whispering ‘I love you.’ In his ear before capturing his lips in a longing kiss. Draco kissed back, wrapping his arms around Harry’s back; both of them aware that they were still the center of attention so they let go of each other’s mouths and stood wrapped in a warm embrace for a few moments.
Finally Harry pulled back, glancing behind him to see that there were only a few stragglers left entering the Hall.
“Meet me here after dinner?” He asked Draco in a husky voice. Having to hold back all day was really starting to get to him, he had become pleasantly accustomed to having Draco any time he wanted him, and vice versa, but being at school again, sleeping in separate dorms…this was going to be harder than he’d thought, even if they didn’t have to hide it anymore.
“Absolutely.” Draco replied, leaning in to kiss Harry once more. It was a quick kiss and then they pulled apart reluctantly, squeezing their fingers together as they made their way to the Hall. Naturally they were the last to enter, finding the rest of the school watching them closely as they smiled at each other, dropped hands and proceeded to their respective tables.
Although dinner passed fairly quickly, it was still an exercise in patience for Harry who was annoyed to be a Gryffindor just then…everyone was buzzing about him and his supposedly new relationship with none other than Draco Malfoy, but only the Gryffindors would have the blind courage to bring it up at the supper table. Although Hermione was able to deflect most of the queries, Harry finally decided he’d had enough of the speculative glances, whispered wonderings and frank questions so he said loudly, but not loudly enough that his voice carried to the other tables.
“Yes, I’m gay. Yes, I’m seeing Draco Malfoy. No, it’s not really new and no, I don’t want to talk about it. Now leave me alone, you nosy prats, and eat your dessert.”
At last the table fell silent around them, giving Harry enough time to take one deep breath before voices sprang up again. He sighed and looked across the Hall at Draco and found his boyfriend smirking at him amusedly. It appeared that the Slytherins were much more circumspect with their chatter, and they left Draco more or less alone. But the curious glances were not well hidden, and it was clear that the Slytherins were just as interested in this latest drama as the rest of the school.
Shortly after making his declaration, Harry caught Draco’s eye and smiled, pushing back from his place at the table. Draco nodded and continued his conversation with Pansy, but Harry stood and told Ron and Hermione he’d see them later and, with a wave at the rest of his housemates, strode out of the Hall.
The entire school watched Harry’s exit, and after he was gone every eye in the Hall turned towards Draco, who noticed the prickles on the back of his neck that told him he was being watched. He lifted his head to see that all eyes were indeed on him. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders.
“What?” he drawled sardonically. “Is there a problem?”
Pansy was wearing a matching smirk. “I think some people are wondering why you haven’t followed your boyfriend out into the corridor for a shag, Draco.” She said, clearly amused.
“Oh, is that all?” Draco lifted and elegant brow. “As much as I am looking forward to joining him, I haven’t forgotten my manners completely, regardless of the company I keep.”
Pansy chuckled.
“Well, I suppose we should give the people what they want.” Draco said with mock annoyance. “We’ll continue this conversation later, shall we?”
“Oh, of course.” Pansy said; all graciousness. “But right now I think there’s someone waiting for you, and eagerly, if I know anything about it.”
“I’m sure you’re right.” Draco replied, standing up from the table. He added, “I’ll just be off then.” and strode from the Hall.
Harry was waiting for him just down the corridor; he reached out for Draco as he walked by.
“You’re late.” Harry said, kissing Draco before he could respond. Draco kissed back eagerly, loving the way it felt when Harry kissed him; no matter how many times they kissed it never failed to get him all fired up. Besides, Harry’s hands weren’t doing much to calm him as they roamed his body, stroking his chest, arms, back until coming to rest on his arse. Harry gripped him tightly, spreading Draco’s cheeks while fitting their hard cocks together through their clothes.
Draco moaned deeply, gripping Harry’s shoulders and thrusting against him in response…his body was singing with sensation but his arse felt empty, twitching against the pressure of Harry’s grip as it pulled him wide open.
“Fuck me, Harry.” Draco whispered and Harry was lost. The glow from their morning shag had long since worn off, leaving them horny and impatient. The thought crossed Draco’s mind fleetingly that it really was true, the more sex you have, the more you want. He wanted it bad and, judging by the way Harry was gripping his arse cheeks and thrusting into him made it clear that Harry was in much the same state as Draco. He began to tug Draco along the corridor, searching behind him with one hand for a doorknob, any doorknob, so they could have some semblance of privacy.
It seemed like an eternity to Draco before Harry’s hand was finally successful, finding a knob and opening it to push Draco inside the room, swinging the door shut behind them. Draco found his back against a set of shelves, the air filled with the abrasive scent of disinfectant.
“Lumos.” Draco said, his eyes confirming his suspicions about their potential shagging space. “A broom cupboard, Harry?”
“Yes.” Harry said, moving closer and pinning Draco against the shelving unit. “It’s private and its here…that’s enough for me.” He leaned in and took Draco’s lips with his own, cutting off any further protest before it could be voiced; tongue laving before dipping in for a proper taste.
Draco placed his wand on a shelf by his hips, casting the small space in a soft glow before wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist and pulling him closer, leaving their bodies pressed flush as he kissed back. Harry deepened the kiss and Draco encouraged him, moaning his pleasure around the weight of Harry’s tongue in his mouth.
Harry moaned back, reaching down to grip Draco’s buttocks again; his hands had been aching to be on this particular portion of Draco’s anatomy all through dinner. He groaned again, pulling back and spinning Draco around with strong hands on his hips, pressing Draco forward into the shelves.
“Harry…” Draco panted, feeling his arousal spike as Harry pressed his still clothed cock into the crease of Draco’s cheeks.
“This is what you do to me, Draco.” Harry spoke against Draco’s hair, his voice hoarse as he nestled Draco’s rear into his groin. “This is how you make me feel. My cock longs for your arse whenever we’re not like this.” Harry slid his lips down Draco’s neck as his hand slid over Draco’s erect cock.
“My cock wants you right now, Draco.” Harry’s hands were unfastening Draco’s flies as he spoke, his own cock still thrusting roughly into Draco’s rear. He sucked the tender skin on Draco’s neck into his mouth as he pulled Draco’s cock out of his pants.
“Do you still care it’s a broom cupboard, Draco?” Harry whispered huskily into Draco’s ear, giving the head of his cock a twist. Draco as moaning and grunting loudly as Harry stroked one hand over his throbbing shaft, while tugging his own trousers and pants down with his free hand, his chest still pressing Draco against the shelves. Once he was finished with his own clothing, he pulled Draco’s slacks roughly down to his knees, baring Draco’s pert arse to his hungry eyes and straining cock.
With one hand still working Draco’s cock, Harry slid the other up and thrust several of his fingers into Draco’s mouth, all the while laying sharp nips across the nape of his neck.
“Fuck, Harry…” Draco panted when Harry removed his fingers, giving Draco’s cock another firm tug to make up for the loss. Harry’s hips had settled into rocking his cock between Draco’s cheeks, but he pulled back and soon he was questing for Draco’s hole with saliva coated fingers. He found it unerringly and slid two fingers inside the slackened hole, reaching for Draco’s prostate. When he found it and rubbed Draco gave another yell that quickly faded into moans and gasps for more, thrusting back onto Harry’s fingers desperately. That was incentive enough for Harry to pull back once more, fumbling in his pocket for the lube he had taken to carrying with him…with any luck he could be shagging Draco at any moment, and he wanted to be prepared.
Harry’s hand slowed on Draco’s cock, causing him to moan in disappointment, but he didn’t stop sucking gently on Draco’s tender neck as he retrieved the lube and flipped the lid with one hand, pulling back to watch as he squirted some of the slippery gel onto his aching cock before dropping the lube to the floor without another thought, grabbing Draco’s hips again with both hands, his thumbs dipping in to spread open Draco’s cheeks.
“Fuck, Harry!” Draco hollered. “What’s taking so fucking long?” he demanded, but Harry was taking his time now, languidly spreading the lube into Draco’s crease with his cock, ignoring Draco’s ever louder pleas for him to ‘hurry the fuck up already!’
“But Draco,” Harry responded in a low voice, avoiding Draco’s attempts to hurry him along by thrusting back onto Harry’s cock. “I won’t be seeing you again until tomorrow, so let me take the time now, damnit.”
Draco scoffed. “This from the man who pushed me into a bloody broom cupboard to have his wicked way with me, unable to find a more comfortable room cause he had to shag me right now!” Draco thrust back again, harder, and this time Harry felt the tip of his cock slip into Draco’s ready entrance.
“Now fuck me, you fucking tease!” Draco bellowed, thrusting himself further onto Harry’s rigid prick.
“You asked for it!” Harry hissed into Draco’s ear as he dug his fingers into Draco’s hips and thrusting forward, hard, slamming into Draco with more force than he was prepared to deal with, setting a blistering pace before Draco had time to adjust to the girth now inside him.
Draco yelped in surprise, his yell quickly morphing into moans of pleasure and pleas for more as Harry pounded him relentlessly.
“So…fucking…good, Draco.” Harry gasped out, leaning forward and gripping the shelf beside Draco’s own grasping hands.
“Fuck, yes…Harry…” Draco said between hard thrusts, Harry’s hips still keeping their rhythm, brushing Draco’s prostate unpredictably but with enough regularity to bring Draco close to his climax, with Harry not far behind. Draco’s cock was bobbing against his stomach with every thrust, the slaps adding to the penetration and prostate stimulation, taking him higher and higher until…
“Harrrrry…ungh…” Draco gasped as his climax hit him, spurting his release onto the shelves and various bottles of cleaning products as he rode it out, his hot passage clenching rhythmically around Harry’s cock.
Harry groaned loudly as Draco clenched his already sensitive cock, feeling Draco’s bursts of pleasure surround him as he started thrusting erratically, nearing his own climax. When it came upon him he was busy sucking another hickey onto Draco’s neck, spurting his release inside Draco, fingers again digging painfully into Draco’s hips.
“God, Harry.” Draco said, resting his head against a shelf as Harry panted hot breaths against the back of his neck.
“Draco…” Harry replied, trying to suck air into his aching lungs, willing his body to regain strength enough to hold him up when he let go of Draco. In the silence Harry became aware of a dim humming sound that seemed to surround them but he pushed the noise out of his thoughts in favor of sucking lightly on Draco’s neck.
“How on earth will I sleep tonight without breathing you in?” Harry asked softly, mournfully, slipping his arms around Draco’s waist.
“I don’t know...” Draco said, not without a hint of whine in his voice. “I was hoping you could tell me how…”
Harry sighed deeply, wishing they were still in their bed at Grimmauld Place, only accepting the reality of the broom cupboard out of necessity. With great reluctance he pulled back, sliding his softened cock out of Draco’s now sopping hole. He rummaged for his wand and spelled them both clean before tugging his trousers up and refastening them as Draco did the same.
Draco turned to face him and they shared a few lingering kisses as they attempted to pull themselves into something resembling order, the light from Draco’s wand casting shadows around them as they moved. Draco especially hoped they were presentable, but he was not certain of the fact and honestly didn’t care enough at this point to put more effort into it. When they were as ready as they were going to get Harry pulled Draco into his arms and held him close, breathing him in with deep breaths, desperate to get enough to last him through the night.
“Harry?” Draco’s voice was muffled in his neck so Harry pulled back to look at him, dropping a kiss onto his lips instead of answering, cherishing Draco with lips and tongue.
“This is really bothering you, isn’t it?” Draco asked when Harry had at last deigned no release his lips.
“Yes.” Harry agreed, giving Draco a half hearted smile. “I don’t want to be without you.” He said softly, meeting Draco’s eyes hesitantly.
“You won’t ever be without me, not really.” Draco assured him in a firm tone. “It’s just…we have to sleep in our dorms.”
“I know. I still miss you though…” Harry replied, accepting Draco’s kiss and holding him tight.
“We should go now, Harry.” Draco said after a few long moments of mutual comfort. “We have to come out of the closet at some point.” He added with a twist of his lips.
Harry chuckled in response. “I suppose you’re right.” He said, giving Draco one last kiss before reaching to open the door. He held it open for Draco, grinning as he passed and turning to follow.
“Oh, wait.” He said, flicking his wand and incanting “Accio lube.” He caught the tube deftly and tucked it into his pocket as he turned to leave, but he found himself bumping into Draco instead.
Harry looked up, confused only until he saw why Draco had stopped. Suddenly he recognized the hum he had heard earlier as the sound of multiple voices raised in speculation, something he had trained himself to ignore over the years. Indeed, half the school was loitering in the corridor just outside the broom cupboard Harry and Draco had occupied, every eye fixed on them as they stood in the doorway.
The standoff lasted for several minutes as the parties stared each other down, until a voice piped up from the middle of the crowd.
“Accio lube?” Seamus quipped, his deep Irish brogue unmistakable. “Smooth Potter!”
Harry flushed a deep red while the crowd in front of him laughed. He found himself nervously rubbing the back of his neck, unsure of just what to do in such a situation.
“So, you’re really out of the closet then?” asked a voice that Harry didn’t recognize. The crowd laughed again at the clear double meaning, but this time Draco had a response.
“Yes, so it would seem.” He drawled scathingly eyeing various individuals in the crowd as if daring them to push him further. They ignored him.
“The two of you are dating then?” another voice called out from the crowd, but before either of them could formulate a response yet another voice called out in an exaggerated tone.
“Oh Harry, yes, yes, harder Harry, please fuck me, oh Harry!”
The laughter was uproarious this time and both Harry and Draco blushed, Draco closing his eyes to the humiliation as half the school delighted in mocking his obvious submission to Harry. In the eyes of the school and the Wizarding World at large, Malfoys did not submit, his father’s involvement with Voldemort notwithstanding. The truth was, Draco did not submit, not to Voldemort, not to the Order, not to the Ministry. Certainly now to the rest of the school, but with Harry…only with Harry did Draco find he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to submit to Harry, but only Harry was supposed to know that, only Harry was supposed to see, or be aware of the existence of, that part of Draco.
“Alright, you’ve had your fun.” Harry said finally, speaking up at Draco’s obvious discomfort, his own cheeks were still red, but his voice was firm. “So move along now and leave us alone.”
Some of the crowd began to file away, but most seemed to want more of an explanation. Harry sighed, placing a supportive arm around Draco’s waist, pulling Draco against his chest and kissing the nape of his neck softly.
“Okay then, here’s your answers.” Harry held Draco tight and gazed seriously out at the crowd of onlookers. “Some of you have already heard the gossip about Draco, so you know he’s gay. Well, I am too.”
“Obviously.” A voice called out to more laughter.
“Yes, well, there it is.” Harry said impatiently. “We’ve been together since the middle of September and now that certain people have been made aware of the pertinent details…well, we aren’t going to hide our involvement anymore. And that’s all you really need to know, so it’s all you’ll be hearing from us. Anything else you may hear is very likely untrue.”
“So the rest is between you and the mops, Harry?” called out another voice, Dean; if Harry was correct.
Even Harry had to chuckle at that one, although Draco was slightly less amused.
“Yes, yes, it’s all very funny, I’m sure.” He snapped at the assembled crowd. He was still feeling the burn at having his most guarded moments being mocked so openly. “I’m thrilled that my sex life is a source of amusement for you all.”
“Alright everyone, the show’s over.” Harry interjected before Draco could work himself up, but giving him a reassuring squeeze. “Move along now, and if I hear a single disparaging remark or funny little comment, I’ll let Draco hex you.”
This, combined with Draco’s venomous glare was enough to disperse the rest of the group. Harry gave Draco another squeeze, whispering “I love you.” into his ear before taking his hand and leading him through his classmates towards the stairs.
Chapter 37