Incubus Anxieties: Chapter 8
Title: Incubus Anxieties: Chapter 8
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Genre: Romance, humor, some angst, lots of fluff
Rating: R
Warnings: Male-on-male sex, oral sex, nudity
Summary: Draco Malfoy's eighteenth birthday brings with it a surprise: he has inherited his father's incubus gene. The powers this gene gives him, such as the allure that draws others to him, makes him doubt the sincerity of the feelings of those who love him. Unfortunately, the unlucky Harry Potter has chosen this same time to reveal to Draco that he is interested in him. Can Harry convince Draco that his feelings are real before the worst happens?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or associated characters, nor do I own the world in which they live.
Last chapter before the epilogue! Need to catch up? Here you go!
Chapter Eight: Plan Number Two
Pansy nearly hugged Hermione when the Gryffindor girl told her her plan. She had been nearly out of her mind with worry about Draco, knowing that unless he stopped being such a stubborn prat-which was unlikely to happen any time soon-he would have to suffer a rather uncomfortable death. She was a wreck, she'd barely eaten or slept since she'd found out. Having a possible solution presented to her now was an unbelievable relief. Despite all that, there was one thing she had to be sure of before she assisted.
“Are you sure you're willing to risk this, Harry?” she asked the boy seriously.
Harry met her gaze just as seriously. “I love him, Pansy. I'm willing to risk anything.”
“Good.”
“So you'll get him there?” Hermione asked.
“Yeah, he'll be there. And I'll get that potion from Severus, too.”
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Draco felt completely wrung out as he lowered his weary bones onto a couch in the Slytherin common room. He had finally talked to Severus, and as a result had been forced to spend his afternoon learning how to control his allure. He had a pounding headache and had no idea whether his hard work had paid off or not. The only immediate benefit that had come out of the visit was that his godfather had given him a potion that relieved his symptoms slightly and gave him a bit of the energy he hadn't been able to get without sex. He couldn't live solely on it, but it gave him a little bit of control and pushed back his imminent demise. Right now he was too tired to care. Every night since he'd returned to Hogwarts, he had spent all his time endeavoring to remain in his own bed instead of jumping in with one of his roommates, and none of his time sleeping. He had just closed his eyes when someone tugged on his arm.
“Draco,” Pansy whispered, “I need to talk to you in private.”
“No one else is in here, Pansy. This is private enough.”
“Someone could walk in at any time, and it's about you-know-what. Please?”
It was the please that got him. Pansy never said please. “All right, all right.” He stood, sighing heavily. When had he started feeling like he was eighty instead of eighteen? “I'm coming.”
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“Is this really necessary?” Draco asked, watching Pansy walk back and forth three times along a familiar space of hall.
“Yes,” she told him firmly as the door appeared. She opened it and did it a little mock bow, gesturing to the room inside. Draco scowled at her and walked through the door. It was dark.
And it got darker when she closed the door behind him.
“What the hell, Pansy?” he yelled, trying to open the door again.
“Wait, Draco,” a soft voice said from the shadows.
“Harry?” Damn. His exhaustion evaporated in a heartbeat at his blood began roaring hot in his veins. Double damn.
Harry stepped closer until he was fully visible. One of his hands grasped the stem of a goblet and he held it out to Draco. “Can you tell what this is?”
“What?” Everything was going too fast; Draco's brain couldn't keep up.
“You're the potions expert in our class. Can you tell me what's in this goblet?”
Draco took the goblet from Harry and sniffed the light blue, fizzy liquid. “Mind Clearing Potion.”
“Very good,” Harry said, taking the cup back. “What does it do?”
Draco stared at him, realization dawning. “It helps the drinker to think clearly and shields the mind from any mind-altering spells or powers.”
“Like an allure.” Harry said softly. He tipped his head back and drained the cup in one swallow. “Now you know that what I feel for you is real. I have loved you for over a year now. If I'm correct, you've only been an incubus for four days.”
“How did you know?” Draco breathed.
Harry shrugged. “I have Hermione.”
“Ah.” That explained a lot.
“I also know that you only have one more day to live if you don't feed off of someone.” He stared Draco straight in the eye. “Draco Malfoy, I want to be that someone.”
Draco closed his eye, fighting a moan. He had been fighting a losing battle against this lust for so long now, and here was the man he loved, offering to make it go away. When he opened his eyes again, Harry started.
“Draco, were you aware that your eyes are glowing?”
“It's a warning,” Draco said roughly. “If you're having any second thoughts, you have about two seconds to get out of here.”
“I'm not going anywhere, Draco.”
It was then that Draco went over the edge.
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Harry could tell the exact moment Draco lost control. He had been slightly taken aback when Draco opened his eyes and Harry saw molten silver instead of blue-gray, but he could still see the Draco he knew behind those eyes.
After he told him he wasn't leaving, he saw the Draco in those eyes disappear.
The incubus-Draco leaped at Harry, but Harry was ready. He had his wand in his hand and with a shouted spell, the incubus flew across the room and landed on the bed that was hidden back in the shadows. Before the incubus could recover, Harry had his hands bound securely above his head.
“There, much better,” Harry told him. He unbuttoned the button on Draco's pants and pulled them down and off. He could see Draco's erection straining through the thin cloth of his boxers. Harry removed those as well, and had to stare for a few minutes. “Wow. You are really big.” The incubus was thrashing against the bonds and it didn't look like the rope would last much longer, so Harry quickly slid his mouth over Draco's cock. He licked across Draco's head before engulfing as much of it as he could. He slid the cock in and out of his mouth while the incubus moaned and writhed. Harry added his hand, pumping the portion that he just couldn't get down his throat. He moved faster and harder, until the incubus threw back his head and screamed, low and raw.
Draco's cum poured into Harry's mouth and he swallowed all he could as Draco jerked and shuddered and yelled, all the lust that had been building up over the last few days being released at once. Finally he fell still and Harry sat up, holding his breath as he watched Draco's face.
Draco was lying limply on the bed, eyes closed. After a long moment, his eyelids fluttered, then opened. The eyes that looked at Harry were fading to gray, and the expression behind them was Draco's. Harry sighed in intense relief. Hermione hadn't been completely sure if oral sex would be enough to calm the incubus in Draco.
“Hi,” Harry whispered.
Draco's mouth curled in a smile. “Hi,” he said back, softly. “I didn't kill you.”
“Nope.”
Draco tried to sit up, and frowned when he realized he couldn't. Then he glanced up.
“You tied me up.”
“Yep.”
“I always knew you were smarter than you looked.”
“Hey!” he protested, giving Draco a mock-pout.
“I think it's safe to untie me now,” Draco said seriously. Harry considered for a second, then reached up and untied one of the ropes. He was leaning over Draco's face, and Draco raised his head to inhale Harry's scent. He hummed in approval and Harry glanced down at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Are you sure it's safe?” he asked.
Draco nodded, so Harry undid the other rope. Draco sat up, rubbing his wrists, and it was then he noticed the white, sticky stuff that covered himself and Harry.
“Oh. Sorry about that,” he said, blushing.
Harry gave a low chuckle. “Don't be.”
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On one had, Draco loved the way Harry was eying his naked body. On the other hand, it was making him horny again... and just a little tiny bit self-conscious. He tugged on Harry's shirt.
“This isn't very fair, you know,” he complained, gesturing towards Harry's fully-clothed body.
Harry grinned wickedly and pulled his shirt over his head. “Yours, too,” he said, tossing the unwanted clothing over his shoulder. Draco unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off as Harry began sliding out of his jeans. Harry slid his fingers underneath the waistband of his dark green boxers and raised an eyebrow in question. Draco nodded vehemently.
As Harry slid his boxers off, Draco gave a quiet sigh. He was beautiful.
Harry looked over at Draco and gave that low, sexy laugh again. “If you can recover that quickly, it's no wonder incubi have the reputation of killing their lovers.” Draco looked down and saw he was rock hard again. He looked back at Harry and shrugged helplessly.
“Will you be able to keep the incubus from taking over completely if we take care of that little problem?”
Draco hesitated for a second. “I think so.”
“Good.” Harry picked his jeans back up and fished around in one of the pockets, producing a small bottle. He tossed it to Draco.
Draco caught it, amazed at how much Harry was trusting him. Filled with an emotion that was deeper than lust, deeper than friendship, he pulled the other boy towards him.
Harry lost his balance and sprawled across Draco's body. Both boys moaned as their throbbing erections rubbed against each other. Harry wriggled up Draco's body until he could kiss him, meanwhile driving Draco insane with his squirming.
They kissed passionately, hungrily devouring each other's mouths. Harry pulled away first, panting, and Draco took the opportunity to roll over on top of him. He kissed a hot trial down Harry's stomach until his lips hovered just over Harry's hardness.
Harry arched, moaning the words, “Please, Draco.”
Grinning, Draco took Harry's head in his mouth, allowing his tongue to explore every curve and crease, scraping his teeth gently along the underside. Suddenly, he tipped his head and swallowed Harry's entire length, feeling the Harry's tip against the back of his throat.
Just when Draco thought Harry couldn't take it any longer, he pulled away, grinning at Harry's protesting noises.
“Not yet.”
Draco twisted the lid of the bottle Harry had given him, and poured some of the clear liquid into his hand. After rubbing it between his hands, he gently stroked a finger over Harry's opening.
“You've never done this before, have you?" Harry shook his head, a blush rising to his cheeks. “That's good,” he assure him. “I like the thought of being the first one to claim you.”
“You're the only one who has ever had any claim on me, Draco, and you're the only one who ever will.”
Filled again with that unexplainable emotion, Draco lunged forward and took Harry's mouth in his. Then, still kissing him, he slid one slick finger inside of him.
Harry tensed and Draco murmured reassurances while gently stretching him, preparing him. Once Harry began to relax, Draco slipped another finger in. He pumped his fingers in and out until Harry began panting and moaning for more.
“You ready?” he whispered in Harry's ear. Harry nodded wordlessly, and Draco eased himself inside of him.
As soon as he was fully sheathed within Harry's body he stilled, allowing Harry to grow accustomed to the feeling. Harry stayed still for a moment, then started rocking against him. Draco took that as a signal that it was okay for him to continue.
He pulled back out of Harry and then pushed back in, as gently as possible at first, then harder and faster as Draco's lust began spinning out of control. At some point he wrapped his hand around Harry's neglected erection, pumping in time with the movement of his body. He remembered feeling Harry's cum explode over his fingers and the bright, hot, white lightning of his own orgasm, and then everything went black.
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Draco's eyes flickered open and the first thing he noticed was that his blood was blessedly cool and calm. It had felt like he had had fire in his veins nearly all week, a heat that masturbation only cooled for a few short minutes. Now it flowed as blood was supposed to, slow and easy.
The next thing he noticed was the delicious aches in his body.
Then, as a warm body burrowed closer to his side, he remembered what had happened the night before.
He looked over at Harry. Oh, Merlin, Harry. He had been so careless last night. Harry had been a virgin, and Draco had started off so well, but then he had let the lust take over. He would be lucky if Harry would ever talk to him again after treating him so roughly.
He watched Harry sleep, reveling in the fact that Harry had given himself to Draco so freely. If Draco hadn't botched it, maybe he would have been willing to stay with Draco forever.
As though he could feel Draco's gaze, Harry opened his eyes. He stretched, and Draco saw a slight wince of pain cross his face.
He closed his eyes, gathering his composure and putting his mask back up. He would apologize the best he could to Harry and then get out quickly.
Then Harry kissed him softly.
Draco's eyes flew open and he saw nothing but love in Harry's gaze, rendering Draco the Eloquent absolutely speechless.
“Good morning,” Harry said with a sleepy smile. “How are you?”
Draco closed his hanging jaw. “I feel amazing,” he replied truthfully. “The more important question is how are you? I'm really, really sorry I lost control like that. How badly did I hurt you?”
Harry gave him a reassuring smile. “I'm a little sore, but not too bad. Last night was incredible, Draco. Thank you.”
Harry was thanking him? Harry risked his life to save Draco's, and now he was thanking him? Bloody Gryffindor.
There was nothing else for it. “I love you, Harry Potter.”
Harry's green eyes widened in shock, then he smiled widely. “I love you, too, Draco Malfoy.”
Draco kissed him again, softly, lovingly. Then he pulled away, a horrified look on his face. He raised his wrist to look at his watch and groaned. “We've missed half of Potions already.”
“Well, there's no sense going to it now. I say we should find other things to do,” Harry said suggestively.
Draco stared at him in awe. “You want more already?”
“What, you don't think you can handle it, Mr. Incubus?”
In a split second Draco had Harry pinned on his back. “Trust me, I can handle it.”
“I thought as much,” Harry commented. “This time I get to top.”
Draco had no argument against that whatsoever.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Genre: Romance, humor, some angst, lots of fluff
Rating: R
Warnings: Male-on-male sex, oral sex, nudity
Summary: Draco Malfoy's eighteenth birthday brings with it a surprise: he has inherited his father's incubus gene. The powers this gene gives him, such as the allure that draws others to him, makes him doubt the sincerity of the feelings of those who love him. Unfortunately, the unlucky Harry Potter has chosen this same time to reveal to Draco that he is interested in him. Can Harry convince Draco that his feelings are real before the worst happens?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or associated characters, nor do I own the world in which they live.
Last chapter before the epilogue! Need to catch up? Here you go!
Chapter Eight: Plan Number Two
Pansy nearly hugged Hermione when the Gryffindor girl told her her plan. She had been nearly out of her mind with worry about Draco, knowing that unless he stopped being such a stubborn prat-which was unlikely to happen any time soon-he would have to suffer a rather uncomfortable death. She was a wreck, she'd barely eaten or slept since she'd found out. Having a possible solution presented to her now was an unbelievable relief. Despite all that, there was one thing she had to be sure of before she assisted.
“Are you sure you're willing to risk this, Harry?” she asked the boy seriously.
Harry met her gaze just as seriously. “I love him, Pansy. I'm willing to risk anything.”
“Good.”
“So you'll get him there?” Hermione asked.
“Yeah, he'll be there. And I'll get that potion from Severus, too.”
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Draco felt completely wrung out as he lowered his weary bones onto a couch in the Slytherin common room. He had finally talked to Severus, and as a result had been forced to spend his afternoon learning how to control his allure. He had a pounding headache and had no idea whether his hard work had paid off or not. The only immediate benefit that had come out of the visit was that his godfather had given him a potion that relieved his symptoms slightly and gave him a bit of the energy he hadn't been able to get without sex. He couldn't live solely on it, but it gave him a little bit of control and pushed back his imminent demise. Right now he was too tired to care. Every night since he'd returned to Hogwarts, he had spent all his time endeavoring to remain in his own bed instead of jumping in with one of his roommates, and none of his time sleeping. He had just closed his eyes when someone tugged on his arm.
“Draco,” Pansy whispered, “I need to talk to you in private.”
“No one else is in here, Pansy. This is private enough.”
“Someone could walk in at any time, and it's about you-know-what. Please?”
It was the please that got him. Pansy never said please. “All right, all right.” He stood, sighing heavily. When had he started feeling like he was eighty instead of eighteen? “I'm coming.”
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“Is this really necessary?” Draco asked, watching Pansy walk back and forth three times along a familiar space of hall.
“Yes,” she told him firmly as the door appeared. She opened it and did it a little mock bow, gesturing to the room inside. Draco scowled at her and walked through the door. It was dark.
And it got darker when she closed the door behind him.
“What the hell, Pansy?” he yelled, trying to open the door again.
“Wait, Draco,” a soft voice said from the shadows.
“Harry?” Damn. His exhaustion evaporated in a heartbeat at his blood began roaring hot in his veins. Double damn.
Harry stepped closer until he was fully visible. One of his hands grasped the stem of a goblet and he held it out to Draco. “Can you tell what this is?”
“What?” Everything was going too fast; Draco's brain couldn't keep up.
“You're the potions expert in our class. Can you tell me what's in this goblet?”
Draco took the goblet from Harry and sniffed the light blue, fizzy liquid. “Mind Clearing Potion.”
“Very good,” Harry said, taking the cup back. “What does it do?”
Draco stared at him, realization dawning. “It helps the drinker to think clearly and shields the mind from any mind-altering spells or powers.”
“Like an allure.” Harry said softly. He tipped his head back and drained the cup in one swallow. “Now you know that what I feel for you is real. I have loved you for over a year now. If I'm correct, you've only been an incubus for four days.”
“How did you know?” Draco breathed.
Harry shrugged. “I have Hermione.”
“Ah.” That explained a lot.
“I also know that you only have one more day to live if you don't feed off of someone.” He stared Draco straight in the eye. “Draco Malfoy, I want to be that someone.”
Draco closed his eye, fighting a moan. He had been fighting a losing battle against this lust for so long now, and here was the man he loved, offering to make it go away. When he opened his eyes again, Harry started.
“Draco, were you aware that your eyes are glowing?”
“It's a warning,” Draco said roughly. “If you're having any second thoughts, you have about two seconds to get out of here.”
“I'm not going anywhere, Draco.”
It was then that Draco went over the edge.
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Harry could tell the exact moment Draco lost control. He had been slightly taken aback when Draco opened his eyes and Harry saw molten silver instead of blue-gray, but he could still see the Draco he knew behind those eyes.
After he told him he wasn't leaving, he saw the Draco in those eyes disappear.
The incubus-Draco leaped at Harry, but Harry was ready. He had his wand in his hand and with a shouted spell, the incubus flew across the room and landed on the bed that was hidden back in the shadows. Before the incubus could recover, Harry had his hands bound securely above his head.
“There, much better,” Harry told him. He unbuttoned the button on Draco's pants and pulled them down and off. He could see Draco's erection straining through the thin cloth of his boxers. Harry removed those as well, and had to stare for a few minutes. “Wow. You are really big.” The incubus was thrashing against the bonds and it didn't look like the rope would last much longer, so Harry quickly slid his mouth over Draco's cock. He licked across Draco's head before engulfing as much of it as he could. He slid the cock in and out of his mouth while the incubus moaned and writhed. Harry added his hand, pumping the portion that he just couldn't get down his throat. He moved faster and harder, until the incubus threw back his head and screamed, low and raw.
Draco's cum poured into Harry's mouth and he swallowed all he could as Draco jerked and shuddered and yelled, all the lust that had been building up over the last few days being released at once. Finally he fell still and Harry sat up, holding his breath as he watched Draco's face.
Draco was lying limply on the bed, eyes closed. After a long moment, his eyelids fluttered, then opened. The eyes that looked at Harry were fading to gray, and the expression behind them was Draco's. Harry sighed in intense relief. Hermione hadn't been completely sure if oral sex would be enough to calm the incubus in Draco.
“Hi,” Harry whispered.
Draco's mouth curled in a smile. “Hi,” he said back, softly. “I didn't kill you.”
“Nope.”
Draco tried to sit up, and frowned when he realized he couldn't. Then he glanced up.
“You tied me up.”
“Yep.”
“I always knew you were smarter than you looked.”
“Hey!” he protested, giving Draco a mock-pout.
“I think it's safe to untie me now,” Draco said seriously. Harry considered for a second, then reached up and untied one of the ropes. He was leaning over Draco's face, and Draco raised his head to inhale Harry's scent. He hummed in approval and Harry glanced down at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Are you sure it's safe?” he asked.
Draco nodded, so Harry undid the other rope. Draco sat up, rubbing his wrists, and it was then he noticed the white, sticky stuff that covered himself and Harry.
“Oh. Sorry about that,” he said, blushing.
Harry gave a low chuckle. “Don't be.”
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On one had, Draco loved the way Harry was eying his naked body. On the other hand, it was making him horny again... and just a little tiny bit self-conscious. He tugged on Harry's shirt.
“This isn't very fair, you know,” he complained, gesturing towards Harry's fully-clothed body.
Harry grinned wickedly and pulled his shirt over his head. “Yours, too,” he said, tossing the unwanted clothing over his shoulder. Draco unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off as Harry began sliding out of his jeans. Harry slid his fingers underneath the waistband of his dark green boxers and raised an eyebrow in question. Draco nodded vehemently.
As Harry slid his boxers off, Draco gave a quiet sigh. He was beautiful.
Harry looked over at Draco and gave that low, sexy laugh again. “If you can recover that quickly, it's no wonder incubi have the reputation of killing their lovers.” Draco looked down and saw he was rock hard again. He looked back at Harry and shrugged helplessly.
“Will you be able to keep the incubus from taking over completely if we take care of that little problem?”
Draco hesitated for a second. “I think so.”
“Good.” Harry picked his jeans back up and fished around in one of the pockets, producing a small bottle. He tossed it to Draco.
Draco caught it, amazed at how much Harry was trusting him. Filled with an emotion that was deeper than lust, deeper than friendship, he pulled the other boy towards him.
Harry lost his balance and sprawled across Draco's body. Both boys moaned as their throbbing erections rubbed against each other. Harry wriggled up Draco's body until he could kiss him, meanwhile driving Draco insane with his squirming.
They kissed passionately, hungrily devouring each other's mouths. Harry pulled away first, panting, and Draco took the opportunity to roll over on top of him. He kissed a hot trial down Harry's stomach until his lips hovered just over Harry's hardness.
Harry arched, moaning the words, “Please, Draco.”
Grinning, Draco took Harry's head in his mouth, allowing his tongue to explore every curve and crease, scraping his teeth gently along the underside. Suddenly, he tipped his head and swallowed Harry's entire length, feeling the Harry's tip against the back of his throat.
Just when Draco thought Harry couldn't take it any longer, he pulled away, grinning at Harry's protesting noises.
“Not yet.”
Draco twisted the lid of the bottle Harry had given him, and poured some of the clear liquid into his hand. After rubbing it between his hands, he gently stroked a finger over Harry's opening.
“You've never done this before, have you?" Harry shook his head, a blush rising to his cheeks. “That's good,” he assure him. “I like the thought of being the first one to claim you.”
“You're the only one who has ever had any claim on me, Draco, and you're the only one who ever will.”
Filled again with that unexplainable emotion, Draco lunged forward and took Harry's mouth in his. Then, still kissing him, he slid one slick finger inside of him.
Harry tensed and Draco murmured reassurances while gently stretching him, preparing him. Once Harry began to relax, Draco slipped another finger in. He pumped his fingers in and out until Harry began panting and moaning for more.
“You ready?” he whispered in Harry's ear. Harry nodded wordlessly, and Draco eased himself inside of him.
As soon as he was fully sheathed within Harry's body he stilled, allowing Harry to grow accustomed to the feeling. Harry stayed still for a moment, then started rocking against him. Draco took that as a signal that it was okay for him to continue.
He pulled back out of Harry and then pushed back in, as gently as possible at first, then harder and faster as Draco's lust began spinning out of control. At some point he wrapped his hand around Harry's neglected erection, pumping in time with the movement of his body. He remembered feeling Harry's cum explode over his fingers and the bright, hot, white lightning of his own orgasm, and then everything went black.
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Draco's eyes flickered open and the first thing he noticed was that his blood was blessedly cool and calm. It had felt like he had had fire in his veins nearly all week, a heat that masturbation only cooled for a few short minutes. Now it flowed as blood was supposed to, slow and easy.
The next thing he noticed was the delicious aches in his body.
Then, as a warm body burrowed closer to his side, he remembered what had happened the night before.
He looked over at Harry. Oh, Merlin, Harry. He had been so careless last night. Harry had been a virgin, and Draco had started off so well, but then he had let the lust take over. He would be lucky if Harry would ever talk to him again after treating him so roughly.
He watched Harry sleep, reveling in the fact that Harry had given himself to Draco so freely. If Draco hadn't botched it, maybe he would have been willing to stay with Draco forever.
As though he could feel Draco's gaze, Harry opened his eyes. He stretched, and Draco saw a slight wince of pain cross his face.
He closed his eyes, gathering his composure and putting his mask back up. He would apologize the best he could to Harry and then get out quickly.
Then Harry kissed him softly.
Draco's eyes flew open and he saw nothing but love in Harry's gaze, rendering Draco the Eloquent absolutely speechless.
“Good morning,” Harry said with a sleepy smile. “How are you?”
Draco closed his hanging jaw. “I feel amazing,” he replied truthfully. “The more important question is how are you? I'm really, really sorry I lost control like that. How badly did I hurt you?”
Harry gave him a reassuring smile. “I'm a little sore, but not too bad. Last night was incredible, Draco. Thank you.”
Harry was thanking him? Harry risked his life to save Draco's, and now he was thanking him? Bloody Gryffindor.
There was nothing else for it. “I love you, Harry Potter.”
Harry's green eyes widened in shock, then he smiled widely. “I love you, too, Draco Malfoy.”
Draco kissed him again, softly, lovingly. Then he pulled away, a horrified look on his face. He raised his wrist to look at his watch and groaned. “We've missed half of Potions already.”
“Well, there's no sense going to it now. I say we should find other things to do,” Harry said suggestively.
Draco stared at him in awe. “You want more already?”
“What, you don't think you can handle it, Mr. Incubus?”
In a split second Draco had Harry pinned on his back. “Trust me, I can handle it.”
“I thought as much,” Harry commented. “This time I get to top.”
Draco had no argument against that whatsoever.