Harry/Draco - Nightmares and Daydreams (3/3)b
Title: Nightmares and daydreams
Author: Bloodstrom
Length: ~15,000 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mentions of torture, guy on guy action, if you needed warning about that
Summary: Harry and Draco find themselves growing closer when Draco starts helping Harry with his nightmares
Authors note: This was written for the Draco tops Harry fest, for a prompt that can be found here. It's also my first time writing slash, and my first time writing anything this long. Thank you to wendypops and snowcrystal86 for betaing this. It wouldn't be half the story it is now if you hadn't helped me out!
Since breakfast, or as Hermione took to calling it, “The Great Coming Out,” Draco had been on the lookout for anyone who might object to his being with Harry. He ended up being vaguely disappointed, though, when no one did. Greg was the only person from his old house that was still close enough to care, and when he was faced with the issue he merely shrugged.
“Are you happy?” Greg asked when Draco pushed the issue, and gave him a that’s that then look when Draco nodded.
Harry was having a tougher time of it. Apparently some of the girls had the idea that Harry wasn’t really gay and all he needed was the proper female attention to snap him out of it. This resulted in girls throwing themselves at him from every direction, even when Draco was walking beside him holding his hand.
“Can I hex at least one?” Draco pleaded after an outlandishly courageous third year nearly had her way. The only thing that stopped her was Harry’s magic, which had thrown up a shield charm an inch away from his lips. “I am willing to say please. Or give you a blow job.”
Draco was treated to the spectacle of Harry choking on his own saliva. “So can I?” he asked again before Harry had time to recover.
“I can take care of myself Draco,” he finally answered, after his coughing fit had subsided.
“I can see that, but what if I want to take care of you?” Draco almost regretted these words as Harry gave him an exaggeratedly sappy look. “Stop staring at me you git, or you won’t get that blow-job.”
Harry could feel his brain shutting down, and decided that it was time for a change of topic. “Draco, don’t take this the wrong way, but how are you so… free about us?”
“You mean, why am I not shutting the closet door and throwing away the key?” Put like that, it made Harry seem rather callous, but he nodded all the same. “It’s because, thanks to you, there is no one to hide from! My mother never cared much for propriety, and I know she’ll be happy if I’m happy. My father is off Merlin-knows-where hiding from the law and in all likely hood, I’m not going to see him until his trial when the Ministry finds him. The only other people who matter are the few people that I was close to in Slytherin, and they’re all going to think it’s marvellous that I have the most respected person in the wizarding world in my back pocket.”
“You do not have me in your back pocket!” Harry shouted in indignation.
“Will you, or will you not let me hex your next assailiant if I give you a blow job?”
“Will you still blow me if I make you play nice?” Harry was trying to hold out, but his breath was coming much shorter than it had been a moment ago.
“I don’t know, my throat has been feeling-“
“Fine!” Harry cut in rather quickly. “You can hex ONE of them, and only if they actually touch me.”
It was at that moment that a pair of arms wrapped themselves around Harry’s waist. A second later, a Hufflepuff sixth year stumbled away talking about the owls in the walls and the cobwebs that were trying to elope. She ended up stumbling half way down the hall before collapsing and trying to make “Pudding Angels.”
“I just Confunded her,” Draco supplied at Harry’s look. “She’ll be back to normal in an hour.” Draco discreetly tucked his wand back into his sleeve, and threw his arm around Harry’s shoulders. Harry gladly moulded himself to Draco’s side.
“That was a rather… nice hex.”
“Well yeah, I want a blow job in return.” Draco whipped Harry around to face him so that Draco could watch the blush creep up his cheeks.
“I-I don’t think that I’ll be any good.” Harry stammered at his shoes, too embarrassed to look at Draco. Draco merely tutted.
“Harry, I haven’t given anyone a blow job either. We’re at the same level.”
“But at least you’ve probably gotten one before. I have no clue what to even do.”
Draco decided to bring up sex more often around Harry. Listening to him stammer through his explanation was enough to make Draco want to slam him up against the wall and see how far into Harry’s mouth he could get his tongue. Right now though, Harry was trying to bore a hole through his middle toe with his gaze, and Draco decided that teasing and snogging could wait for another time.
Draco gathered Harry into his arms, savouring the way his cheek naturally rested on Harry’s temple. “Harry, I’ve only ever had one girlfriend in my life, and that was Pansy. Do you really think that I would ever even want to kiss her? I wouldn’t let my prick anywhere near that face of hers. I might catch the ugly.”
And just like that Harry was happy again, laughing on Draco’s shoulder. When did Draco’s day start revolving around Harry’s laugh? He wasn’t sure, but he knew that he never wanted to see the haunted look that Harry wore to sleep in the light of day.
As Harry’s chuckles trailed off, Draco decided to drag his mind to other things. He drew his hands down to the small of Harry’s back and tugged him forward so they were flush against each other. Harry gasped sharply and grabbed Draco’s shoulders.
“Now, about the blow job,” Draco said in his best sultry voice, and by the look on Harry’s face, he figured that he hadn’t landed too far off.
“N-Now?” Harry stuttered, squeezing his eyes shut as Draco closed his teeth around his earlobe. Draco didn’t answer for a minute, choosing instead to gently suck on the flesh in his mouth, concentrating on working Harry up.
“Yes now. I’ve had to watch all day as random girls tried to get their dirty hands on you, and I haven’t even had the chance to see your cock yet.” Harry tensed when Draco said cock, his breath catching, and Draco made a note to remember that Harry responded very well to dirty talk.
“But we’ll be late for dinner.”
“We’re already late. Another hour won’t hurt.” Draco moved his hands down to Harry’s ass and started gently kneading the muscles he found there.
“Draco, in another hour dinner will be over.”
Damn Harry and his logic. Draco decided that it was time to pull out the big guns.
“Please Harry?” He asked, and he even added in a small pout. Harry didn’t know what hit him.
“I guess we can always go down to the kitchens after.” The words had barely passed his lips before Draco grabbed his hand and dragged him off down the hall to find an empty class room. He was moving so fast that he didn’t even hear the Huffelpuff girl wish them a “Merry Egg Toss Day.”
They almost didn’t make it. A couple of steps from the door, Harry tripped over an uneven stone in the floor and went tumbling straight into Draco. They both ended up on the floor, which Draco took advantage of immediately. He had Harry out of his robes and half of his shirt before Harry managed to drag him the last few meters to the door. Barely pausing to cast locking and silencing charms, their shirts went flying and they were once again chest to chest.
“Get these trousers off; I want to see what I’m getting into here.”
Draco’s words went straight to Harry’s cock. Hell, everything that Draco did went straight to his cock. The little smirk that grew on his face as he waited almost pushed Harry over the edge, and, face burning, he got his trousers and pants off as quickly as he could.
Harry tried not to feel too embarrassed, but Draco’s scrutiny caused his flush to spread from just his cheeks to his chest too. He tried to distract himself by looking at Draco’s body, but Draco suddenly closed the distance between the two of them and started to run his tongue all over the red skin.
Draco worked carefully, as if he was trying to taste every inch of skin between Harry’s nipples and mouth. He ended his perusal of Harry’s body by sucking lightly on each of his lips in turn. Harry groaned into the kiss, his embarrassment chased away in the torrent of sensations that Draco was inflicting on him.
“God, Harry, your cock looks just as good as it feels.” Harry gasped, giving Draco more access to his mouth.
“Draco,” Harry moaned as Draco’s fingers skimmed over his nipples. Draco gave a little twist of his hips, rubbing the metal button on his trousers over the head of Harry’s erection, and Harry almost collapsed on top of him.
“Draco!”
“You know, I rather like the sound of you begging,” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear, doing the hip roll again for good measure.
“Please! I want-oh God-to feel you,” Harry’s breath hitched as Draco’s hand finally reached his cock, and grasped it in a loose grip.
“Where?” Harry groaned, burying his face in Draco’s shoulder. “Do you want me to jerk you off like I did last night? Or do you want my lips? Do you want me to wrap my lips around this hard cock and start sucking?”
Harry shuddered and grabbed onto Draco’s wrist. “If you don’t stop right now, I’m going to come before you can do any of that.”
Draco chuckled, sending hot air across Harry’s ear. “Do I really affect you that much?”
“Yes,” Harry hissed as Draco twisted his hand slightly. Draco laughed quietly, and then pulled away. Harry was left standing naked in the middle of the room, feeling rather cold after being pressed against Draco for so long.
Harry’s breath caught suddenly as Draco popped the first button on his trousers open, and then rested his hands on his hips. “Go sit on the desk,” he ordered, gesturing to the front of the classroom. Harry wet his lips and hesitantly climbed up on the desk, self consciously keeping his legs closed even though he knew it hid nothing.
Draco shook his head gently. He was going to enjoy introducing Harry to the wonderful world of sex. With that in mind, Draco slowly slipped his index finger into his mouth, softly moaning around it. After thrusting it between his lips a few times, he trailed it down to one nipple, and gently squeezed. The gasp that he let out was echoed by Harry, whose hands were gripping the edge of the desk like he was hanging on for dear life.
“Don’t touch yourself,” Draco told him, and smiled when Harry nodded his agreement. Then the second button was worked out of its spot, and Harry was now able to see that Draco wasn’t wearing pants. His cock twitched where it was lying on his thigh, and he unconsciously leaned forwards as the third button was tugged loose.
“Would you like to help me with the last one?” Draco asked in an innocent tone, but his eyes were full of mischief. Harry nodded frantically, and was rewarded with a chance to watch Draco stalk towards him.
Draco looked completely immersed in what he was doing. It was as if every movement of his body, every step, every roll of his hips was designed to seduce Harry. The way he licked his lips as he neared was just to draw him further into the trap, and the small hip thrust he added to his stride had him captured completely.
When Draco finally bumped against Harry’s knees, he grabbed them and jerked them apart. With a gasp, Harry was spread wide before Draco Malfoy’s searching eyes. While Draco visually examined him, Harry’s eyes were drawn to the small trail of hair that just peeked above Draco’s fly.
With trembling hands, Harry managed to get the last button undone, and Draco broke his concentration long enough to shimmy them down his hips and off his legs. Harry was captivated. Draco’s cock was standing almost straight up, hard and painfully red. A sheen of pre-come was smeared across the head, and all Harry wanted to do was lick it off. The only reason he didn’t was because Draco had promised to go down on him first, and that was the only bit of control he had left during this encounter.
Instead, he ran his finger up the underside of Draco’s prick, and shuddered along with him as a small pearl of liquid gathered right on the tip. Harry decided to give in to his temptation and he collected the pre-come on his finger and locked eyes with Draco as he licked it off.
Draco’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Clearly Harry didn’t need too much corrupting. Then their mouths were pressed together, and Draco slid Harry up his desk so they were pressed together, their cocks rubbing along one another, their breaths gasping between their lips when there was a break in the snogging.
“Draco, blow job?” Harry ground out, too turned on for any fancy words. Draco was in the same state, and dropped suddenly to his knees. He heard Draco hit the floor, but he had no time to be concerned as Draco was licking him up and down like he was a frozen lolly.
Harry arched his back as Draco slid his lips around the head of his prick. The heat was incredible, sliding back and forth over him, getting lower and lower every time. Harry had fallen into a constant chant of Draco’s name, and when Draco tried to chuckle around the intrusion in his mouth, Harry’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
“D-Do that again!” Harry stammered.
“Do what again?”
Harry would have answered, but instead he was distracted by the sight of his cock bobbing up and down just in front of Draco’s perfectly curved lips. One tiny move forwards, and Harry was brushing against them, nearly collapsing as he watched Draco’s tongue flick out and lick the tip of his prick.
Then Draco took a detour to his balls. Sucking one of them in his mouth, he hummed, and Harry fell backwards on the desk.
“Come on Harry,” Draco said with a laugh and a tug on his thighs. “Stand up.”
“Why?” asked Harry, who had found a rather comfortable spot, and was content to lie there while Draco worked him over with his mouth.
“Just trust me.”
Harry couldn’t refuse that. He climbed up off the desk, and was pulled into Draco’s arms for a quick kiss and grope, just enough to get him panting again. When he started pleading, Draco dropped back to the floor, sliding his body along Harry’s the whole way down. Licking one finger and staring up at Harry through his lashes, he started nuzzling his cock, savouring the feel of the soft skin caressing his cheek.
Draco took his finger out of his mouth and replaced it with Harry’s prick just as Harry started gasping for breath. He was gripping the desk behind his back, trying to stay standing but finding it hard to compete with the waves of pleasure that Draco was sending crashing through his body. Then Draco did the humming thing again as he thrust one finger into Harry’s arse.
Harry came with a hoarse cry, pushing his hips forward almost hard enough to hurt Draco. Draco tried to keep up with Harry’s bucking, but ended up leaning back and finishing Harry with his hand. He felt come splatter over the side of his face, and the feeling of it combined with the sight that a completely debauched Harry made was too much. Draco took himself into his own hands, working himself quickly, and he leaned forwards and let his face rest on Harry’s thigh for a moment.
He only stayed there for a couple of strokes though before he was unceremoniously shoved backwards and gifted with a lap full of Potter who started sucking Draco’s cock like there was no tomorrow. He could tell that Harry didn’t know what he was doing, but the looks that Harry was giving Draco were tingling all up and down his spine.
When Harry reached up to pinch one of Draco’s nipples, Draco barely had time to gasp out “Harry, oh gods I’m coming!” before he was swept up in a violent toe-curling orgasm. Harry was lying on top of his legs, so he couldn’t thrust farther into Harry’s mouth. He could only twist and moan as Harry swallowed every last drop of Draco’s semen.
Both of them completely spent, they managed to arrange themselves in a comfortable position on the hard floor, dragging over one of the robes to lay on. They stayed there together, dozing on and off, stroking each others bodies until their stomachs got too loud to ignore.
“C’mon,” Harry eventually said. “We can drop by the kitchens and then head back up to the common room.” They got dressed in silence, and shared a kiss full of promise as they walked out the door.
* * *
Harry didn’t know what to expect for the evening. He hadn’t talked to any of his housemates outside his dorm since breakfast, and he had no clue how they would react to him dating Draco. As soon as they walked in, after an enormous meal of shepherd’s pie and three flavours of pudding, the girls all started spouting the same nonsense as the rest of the girls in the school. After Draco’s threat of bat bogies on anyone who dared touch his boyfriend, the room settled down again.
It helped that there weren’t many people in eighth year, though it meant that the common room was never as full as Harry was used to. But even with smaller numbers, there were still some people around to put on the “we disapprove of what Harry Potter is doing at the moment” act. This time, Terry Boot and Zacharias Smith were glaring daggers at the couple on the couch, who, at the moment, were snuggled up together while doing there homework.
Draco didn’t know why the glares had only started now. He and Harry were doing the exact same thing they did every day after dinner, only now they were doing it about a foot closer to each other. Draco had to admit that Harry was learning very quickly how to sneak a grope without anyone the wiser, and that it was vastly cutting down on his productivity, but he didn’t think that was what was on their classmates’ minds.
“You know Harry, it’s very hard to concentrate on my book while someone is trying to stare a hole through my head. I happen to like my head.”
Harry, who had abandoned his work long ago, lifted his head to look around the room. “Do you need me to protect you, darling?” he teased lightly, shooting his own glare in the direction of the two upstarts.
“Oh, my hero!” Draco threw his hand over his forehead and tumbled over onto Harry’s lap in a dead faint. The entire room burst out in laughter, everyone but the two boys sitting together in the corner.
“Oh, come off it!” Terry finally found the motivation to speak. “Is everyone here fucking blind? Since when does Draco Malfoy ever act like this?” Zacharias nodded along empatichally. “He’s just trying to lull you into a false sense of security.”
There was a chorus of scoffs from the eighth years that had started to accept Draco’s presence as the norm. Greg stood up from where he was playing exploding snap with Padma, only to sit back down when she laid a hand on his arm. Surprisingly the two of them had gotten together not long after the year started, and she had taken it onto herself to make him more independent from Malfoy.
“So I can what?” Draco asked as the room quieted down. He lifted himself out of Harry’s lap and leaned on his elbow instead.
“I don’t know, maybe so you can kill Harry?” Zacharias cut into the conversation with all the aplomb of a knight in shining armour swooping in to save a damsel in distress. Most of the spectators gasped a bit, as if the thought never occurred to them, but Harry let out a peal of laughter that left him giggling while Draco handled Boot and Smith.
“What in the world would that gain me? The entire wizarding population already hates me, and killing their saviour would permanently put me on their shit list. The only reason anyone would want to kill Harry now is for revenge or to prove their worth as the next Dark Lord. Now, as far as I know, Harry has done nothing to warrant me needing revenge, and I have absolutely no desire to become the next big dark wizard. I have had enough war to last me three lifetimes.
“As for the accusation that this is not how I act, I remind you that for my entire life, I have had my father breathing down my neck to be the perfect pureblood son. You know, ‘Sit up straight, don’t slurp your soup, act with dignity at all times.’ He’s gone, and now I find that I can act like myself again for the first time in years. Also, if I killed Harry, I would be short a rather fantastic shag.”
“I did NOT need to hear that!” shouted Ron, who jumped up out of the chair and ran to the corner of the room with his hands over his ears. The boys in the other corner looked at Draco like he just grew two heads. Then they started grumbling to each other, still not clearly convinced, even if the rest of the room was.
“I guess you’re my hero now, aren’t you?” Harry said softly, planting a gentle kiss on Draco’s upturned lips.
“I guess I am.” Draco glanced around the common room, happily noting that Boot and Smith seemed properly chagrined, even if they weren’t completely cowed. “So, would you like to take your hero to the bedroom and give him a reward?” A mischievous grin slid onto Harry’s face, and they said a quick round of goodbyes before they dashed for their bed. For all their talk, they ended up simply cuddling, clinging onto each other so tightly that they could barely move. They snogged until all of the other boys had gone to bed and started snoring, and only then did they follow, still clutching onto one another like there was nothing else in the world.
The next time they woke, sunlight was dancing across the curtains, and Draco looked every bit as beautiful as Harry knew he would. Only after he had given Draco his good morning kiss did they realize that for the first time in three months, Harry had not had a nightmare.
Author: Bloodstrom
Length: ~15,000 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mentions of torture, guy on guy action, if you needed warning about that
Summary: Harry and Draco find themselves growing closer when Draco starts helping Harry with his nightmares
Authors note: This was written for the Draco tops Harry fest, for a prompt that can be found here. It's also my first time writing slash, and my first time writing anything this long. Thank you to wendypops and snowcrystal86 for betaing this. It wouldn't be half the story it is now if you hadn't helped me out!
Since breakfast, or as Hermione took to calling it, “The Great Coming Out,” Draco had been on the lookout for anyone who might object to his being with Harry. He ended up being vaguely disappointed, though, when no one did. Greg was the only person from his old house that was still close enough to care, and when he was faced with the issue he merely shrugged.
“Are you happy?” Greg asked when Draco pushed the issue, and gave him a that’s that then look when Draco nodded.
Harry was having a tougher time of it. Apparently some of the girls had the idea that Harry wasn’t really gay and all he needed was the proper female attention to snap him out of it. This resulted in girls throwing themselves at him from every direction, even when Draco was walking beside him holding his hand.
“Can I hex at least one?” Draco pleaded after an outlandishly courageous third year nearly had her way. The only thing that stopped her was Harry’s magic, which had thrown up a shield charm an inch away from his lips. “I am willing to say please. Or give you a blow job.”
Draco was treated to the spectacle of Harry choking on his own saliva. “So can I?” he asked again before Harry had time to recover.
“I can take care of myself Draco,” he finally answered, after his coughing fit had subsided.
“I can see that, but what if I want to take care of you?” Draco almost regretted these words as Harry gave him an exaggeratedly sappy look. “Stop staring at me you git, or you won’t get that blow-job.”
Harry could feel his brain shutting down, and decided that it was time for a change of topic. “Draco, don’t take this the wrong way, but how are you so… free about us?”
“You mean, why am I not shutting the closet door and throwing away the key?” Put like that, it made Harry seem rather callous, but he nodded all the same. “It’s because, thanks to you, there is no one to hide from! My mother never cared much for propriety, and I know she’ll be happy if I’m happy. My father is off Merlin-knows-where hiding from the law and in all likely hood, I’m not going to see him until his trial when the Ministry finds him. The only other people who matter are the few people that I was close to in Slytherin, and they’re all going to think it’s marvellous that I have the most respected person in the wizarding world in my back pocket.”
“You do not have me in your back pocket!” Harry shouted in indignation.
“Will you, or will you not let me hex your next assailiant if I give you a blow job?”
“Will you still blow me if I make you play nice?” Harry was trying to hold out, but his breath was coming much shorter than it had been a moment ago.
“I don’t know, my throat has been feeling-“
“Fine!” Harry cut in rather quickly. “You can hex ONE of them, and only if they actually touch me.”
It was at that moment that a pair of arms wrapped themselves around Harry’s waist. A second later, a Hufflepuff sixth year stumbled away talking about the owls in the walls and the cobwebs that were trying to elope. She ended up stumbling half way down the hall before collapsing and trying to make “Pudding Angels.”
“I just Confunded her,” Draco supplied at Harry’s look. “She’ll be back to normal in an hour.” Draco discreetly tucked his wand back into his sleeve, and threw his arm around Harry’s shoulders. Harry gladly moulded himself to Draco’s side.
“That was a rather… nice hex.”
“Well yeah, I want a blow job in return.” Draco whipped Harry around to face him so that Draco could watch the blush creep up his cheeks.
“I-I don’t think that I’ll be any good.” Harry stammered at his shoes, too embarrassed to look at Draco. Draco merely tutted.
“Harry, I haven’t given anyone a blow job either. We’re at the same level.”
“But at least you’ve probably gotten one before. I have no clue what to even do.”
Draco decided to bring up sex more often around Harry. Listening to him stammer through his explanation was enough to make Draco want to slam him up against the wall and see how far into Harry’s mouth he could get his tongue. Right now though, Harry was trying to bore a hole through his middle toe with his gaze, and Draco decided that teasing and snogging could wait for another time.
Draco gathered Harry into his arms, savouring the way his cheek naturally rested on Harry’s temple. “Harry, I’ve only ever had one girlfriend in my life, and that was Pansy. Do you really think that I would ever even want to kiss her? I wouldn’t let my prick anywhere near that face of hers. I might catch the ugly.”
And just like that Harry was happy again, laughing on Draco’s shoulder. When did Draco’s day start revolving around Harry’s laugh? He wasn’t sure, but he knew that he never wanted to see the haunted look that Harry wore to sleep in the light of day.
As Harry’s chuckles trailed off, Draco decided to drag his mind to other things. He drew his hands down to the small of Harry’s back and tugged him forward so they were flush against each other. Harry gasped sharply and grabbed Draco’s shoulders.
“Now, about the blow job,” Draco said in his best sultry voice, and by the look on Harry’s face, he figured that he hadn’t landed too far off.
“N-Now?” Harry stuttered, squeezing his eyes shut as Draco closed his teeth around his earlobe. Draco didn’t answer for a minute, choosing instead to gently suck on the flesh in his mouth, concentrating on working Harry up.
“Yes now. I’ve had to watch all day as random girls tried to get their dirty hands on you, and I haven’t even had the chance to see your cock yet.” Harry tensed when Draco said cock, his breath catching, and Draco made a note to remember that Harry responded very well to dirty talk.
“But we’ll be late for dinner.”
“We’re already late. Another hour won’t hurt.” Draco moved his hands down to Harry’s ass and started gently kneading the muscles he found there.
“Draco, in another hour dinner will be over.”
Damn Harry and his logic. Draco decided that it was time to pull out the big guns.
“Please Harry?” He asked, and he even added in a small pout. Harry didn’t know what hit him.
“I guess we can always go down to the kitchens after.” The words had barely passed his lips before Draco grabbed his hand and dragged him off down the hall to find an empty class room. He was moving so fast that he didn’t even hear the Huffelpuff girl wish them a “Merry Egg Toss Day.”
They almost didn’t make it. A couple of steps from the door, Harry tripped over an uneven stone in the floor and went tumbling straight into Draco. They both ended up on the floor, which Draco took advantage of immediately. He had Harry out of his robes and half of his shirt before Harry managed to drag him the last few meters to the door. Barely pausing to cast locking and silencing charms, their shirts went flying and they were once again chest to chest.
“Get these trousers off; I want to see what I’m getting into here.”
Draco’s words went straight to Harry’s cock. Hell, everything that Draco did went straight to his cock. The little smirk that grew on his face as he waited almost pushed Harry over the edge, and, face burning, he got his trousers and pants off as quickly as he could.
Harry tried not to feel too embarrassed, but Draco’s scrutiny caused his flush to spread from just his cheeks to his chest too. He tried to distract himself by looking at Draco’s body, but Draco suddenly closed the distance between the two of them and started to run his tongue all over the red skin.
Draco worked carefully, as if he was trying to taste every inch of skin between Harry’s nipples and mouth. He ended his perusal of Harry’s body by sucking lightly on each of his lips in turn. Harry groaned into the kiss, his embarrassment chased away in the torrent of sensations that Draco was inflicting on him.
“God, Harry, your cock looks just as good as it feels.” Harry gasped, giving Draco more access to his mouth.
“Draco,” Harry moaned as Draco’s fingers skimmed over his nipples. Draco gave a little twist of his hips, rubbing the metal button on his trousers over the head of Harry’s erection, and Harry almost collapsed on top of him.
“Draco!”
“You know, I rather like the sound of you begging,” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear, doing the hip roll again for good measure.
“Please! I want-oh God-to feel you,” Harry’s breath hitched as Draco’s hand finally reached his cock, and grasped it in a loose grip.
“Where?” Harry groaned, burying his face in Draco’s shoulder. “Do you want me to jerk you off like I did last night? Or do you want my lips? Do you want me to wrap my lips around this hard cock and start sucking?”
Harry shuddered and grabbed onto Draco’s wrist. “If you don’t stop right now, I’m going to come before you can do any of that.”
Draco chuckled, sending hot air across Harry’s ear. “Do I really affect you that much?”
“Yes,” Harry hissed as Draco twisted his hand slightly. Draco laughed quietly, and then pulled away. Harry was left standing naked in the middle of the room, feeling rather cold after being pressed against Draco for so long.
Harry’s breath caught suddenly as Draco popped the first button on his trousers open, and then rested his hands on his hips. “Go sit on the desk,” he ordered, gesturing to the front of the classroom. Harry wet his lips and hesitantly climbed up on the desk, self consciously keeping his legs closed even though he knew it hid nothing.
Draco shook his head gently. He was going to enjoy introducing Harry to the wonderful world of sex. With that in mind, Draco slowly slipped his index finger into his mouth, softly moaning around it. After thrusting it between his lips a few times, he trailed it down to one nipple, and gently squeezed. The gasp that he let out was echoed by Harry, whose hands were gripping the edge of the desk like he was hanging on for dear life.
“Don’t touch yourself,” Draco told him, and smiled when Harry nodded his agreement. Then the second button was worked out of its spot, and Harry was now able to see that Draco wasn’t wearing pants. His cock twitched where it was lying on his thigh, and he unconsciously leaned forwards as the third button was tugged loose.
“Would you like to help me with the last one?” Draco asked in an innocent tone, but his eyes were full of mischief. Harry nodded frantically, and was rewarded with a chance to watch Draco stalk towards him.
Draco looked completely immersed in what he was doing. It was as if every movement of his body, every step, every roll of his hips was designed to seduce Harry. The way he licked his lips as he neared was just to draw him further into the trap, and the small hip thrust he added to his stride had him captured completely.
When Draco finally bumped against Harry’s knees, he grabbed them and jerked them apart. With a gasp, Harry was spread wide before Draco Malfoy’s searching eyes. While Draco visually examined him, Harry’s eyes were drawn to the small trail of hair that just peeked above Draco’s fly.
With trembling hands, Harry managed to get the last button undone, and Draco broke his concentration long enough to shimmy them down his hips and off his legs. Harry was captivated. Draco’s cock was standing almost straight up, hard and painfully red. A sheen of pre-come was smeared across the head, and all Harry wanted to do was lick it off. The only reason he didn’t was because Draco had promised to go down on him first, and that was the only bit of control he had left during this encounter.
Instead, he ran his finger up the underside of Draco’s prick, and shuddered along with him as a small pearl of liquid gathered right on the tip. Harry decided to give in to his temptation and he collected the pre-come on his finger and locked eyes with Draco as he licked it off.
Draco’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Clearly Harry didn’t need too much corrupting. Then their mouths were pressed together, and Draco slid Harry up his desk so they were pressed together, their cocks rubbing along one another, their breaths gasping between their lips when there was a break in the snogging.
“Draco, blow job?” Harry ground out, too turned on for any fancy words. Draco was in the same state, and dropped suddenly to his knees. He heard Draco hit the floor, but he had no time to be concerned as Draco was licking him up and down like he was a frozen lolly.
Harry arched his back as Draco slid his lips around the head of his prick. The heat was incredible, sliding back and forth over him, getting lower and lower every time. Harry had fallen into a constant chant of Draco’s name, and when Draco tried to chuckle around the intrusion in his mouth, Harry’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
“D-Do that again!” Harry stammered.
“Do what again?”
Harry would have answered, but instead he was distracted by the sight of his cock bobbing up and down just in front of Draco’s perfectly curved lips. One tiny move forwards, and Harry was brushing against them, nearly collapsing as he watched Draco’s tongue flick out and lick the tip of his prick.
Then Draco took a detour to his balls. Sucking one of them in his mouth, he hummed, and Harry fell backwards on the desk.
“Come on Harry,” Draco said with a laugh and a tug on his thighs. “Stand up.”
“Why?” asked Harry, who had found a rather comfortable spot, and was content to lie there while Draco worked him over with his mouth.
“Just trust me.”
Harry couldn’t refuse that. He climbed up off the desk, and was pulled into Draco’s arms for a quick kiss and grope, just enough to get him panting again. When he started pleading, Draco dropped back to the floor, sliding his body along Harry’s the whole way down. Licking one finger and staring up at Harry through his lashes, he started nuzzling his cock, savouring the feel of the soft skin caressing his cheek.
Draco took his finger out of his mouth and replaced it with Harry’s prick just as Harry started gasping for breath. He was gripping the desk behind his back, trying to stay standing but finding it hard to compete with the waves of pleasure that Draco was sending crashing through his body. Then Draco did the humming thing again as he thrust one finger into Harry’s arse.
Harry came with a hoarse cry, pushing his hips forward almost hard enough to hurt Draco. Draco tried to keep up with Harry’s bucking, but ended up leaning back and finishing Harry with his hand. He felt come splatter over the side of his face, and the feeling of it combined with the sight that a completely debauched Harry made was too much. Draco took himself into his own hands, working himself quickly, and he leaned forwards and let his face rest on Harry’s thigh for a moment.
He only stayed there for a couple of strokes though before he was unceremoniously shoved backwards and gifted with a lap full of Potter who started sucking Draco’s cock like there was no tomorrow. He could tell that Harry didn’t know what he was doing, but the looks that Harry was giving Draco were tingling all up and down his spine.
When Harry reached up to pinch one of Draco’s nipples, Draco barely had time to gasp out “Harry, oh gods I’m coming!” before he was swept up in a violent toe-curling orgasm. Harry was lying on top of his legs, so he couldn’t thrust farther into Harry’s mouth. He could only twist and moan as Harry swallowed every last drop of Draco’s semen.
Both of them completely spent, they managed to arrange themselves in a comfortable position on the hard floor, dragging over one of the robes to lay on. They stayed there together, dozing on and off, stroking each others bodies until their stomachs got too loud to ignore.
“C’mon,” Harry eventually said. “We can drop by the kitchens and then head back up to the common room.” They got dressed in silence, and shared a kiss full of promise as they walked out the door.
* * *
Harry didn’t know what to expect for the evening. He hadn’t talked to any of his housemates outside his dorm since breakfast, and he had no clue how they would react to him dating Draco. As soon as they walked in, after an enormous meal of shepherd’s pie and three flavours of pudding, the girls all started spouting the same nonsense as the rest of the girls in the school. After Draco’s threat of bat bogies on anyone who dared touch his boyfriend, the room settled down again.
It helped that there weren’t many people in eighth year, though it meant that the common room was never as full as Harry was used to. But even with smaller numbers, there were still some people around to put on the “we disapprove of what Harry Potter is doing at the moment” act. This time, Terry Boot and Zacharias Smith were glaring daggers at the couple on the couch, who, at the moment, were snuggled up together while doing there homework.
Draco didn’t know why the glares had only started now. He and Harry were doing the exact same thing they did every day after dinner, only now they were doing it about a foot closer to each other. Draco had to admit that Harry was learning very quickly how to sneak a grope without anyone the wiser, and that it was vastly cutting down on his productivity, but he didn’t think that was what was on their classmates’ minds.
“You know Harry, it’s very hard to concentrate on my book while someone is trying to stare a hole through my head. I happen to like my head.”
Harry, who had abandoned his work long ago, lifted his head to look around the room. “Do you need me to protect you, darling?” he teased lightly, shooting his own glare in the direction of the two upstarts.
“Oh, my hero!” Draco threw his hand over his forehead and tumbled over onto Harry’s lap in a dead faint. The entire room burst out in laughter, everyone but the two boys sitting together in the corner.
“Oh, come off it!” Terry finally found the motivation to speak. “Is everyone here fucking blind? Since when does Draco Malfoy ever act like this?” Zacharias nodded along empatichally. “He’s just trying to lull you into a false sense of security.”
There was a chorus of scoffs from the eighth years that had started to accept Draco’s presence as the norm. Greg stood up from where he was playing exploding snap with Padma, only to sit back down when she laid a hand on his arm. Surprisingly the two of them had gotten together not long after the year started, and she had taken it onto herself to make him more independent from Malfoy.
“So I can what?” Draco asked as the room quieted down. He lifted himself out of Harry’s lap and leaned on his elbow instead.
“I don’t know, maybe so you can kill Harry?” Zacharias cut into the conversation with all the aplomb of a knight in shining armour swooping in to save a damsel in distress. Most of the spectators gasped a bit, as if the thought never occurred to them, but Harry let out a peal of laughter that left him giggling while Draco handled Boot and Smith.
“What in the world would that gain me? The entire wizarding population already hates me, and killing their saviour would permanently put me on their shit list. The only reason anyone would want to kill Harry now is for revenge or to prove their worth as the next Dark Lord. Now, as far as I know, Harry has done nothing to warrant me needing revenge, and I have absolutely no desire to become the next big dark wizard. I have had enough war to last me three lifetimes.
“As for the accusation that this is not how I act, I remind you that for my entire life, I have had my father breathing down my neck to be the perfect pureblood son. You know, ‘Sit up straight, don’t slurp your soup, act with dignity at all times.’ He’s gone, and now I find that I can act like myself again for the first time in years. Also, if I killed Harry, I would be short a rather fantastic shag.”
“I did NOT need to hear that!” shouted Ron, who jumped up out of the chair and ran to the corner of the room with his hands over his ears. The boys in the other corner looked at Draco like he just grew two heads. Then they started grumbling to each other, still not clearly convinced, even if the rest of the room was.
“I guess you’re my hero now, aren’t you?” Harry said softly, planting a gentle kiss on Draco’s upturned lips.
“I guess I am.” Draco glanced around the common room, happily noting that Boot and Smith seemed properly chagrined, even if they weren’t completely cowed. “So, would you like to take your hero to the bedroom and give him a reward?” A mischievous grin slid onto Harry’s face, and they said a quick round of goodbyes before they dashed for their bed. For all their talk, they ended up simply cuddling, clinging onto each other so tightly that they could barely move. They snogged until all of the other boys had gone to bed and started snoring, and only then did they follow, still clutching onto one another like there was nothing else in the world.
The next time they woke, sunlight was dancing across the curtains, and Draco looked every bit as beautiful as Harry knew he would. Only after he had given Draco his good morning kiss did they realize that for the first time in three months, Harry had not had a nightmare.