Christmas 2016 Fic: Reset (H/D, rated R) - Part 15
Title: Reset - Part 15
Author: sesheta_66
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: R overall
Word Count: ~20K overall
Summary: Forgetting the past isn't always possible or practical. Dwelling on it isn't constructive. Moving beyond it, into what lies ahead, can be just the thing to help us heal. And friends? Well, they make it all - past, present and future - worth living.
Author's Notes: Written for dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge and slythindor100's 25 Days of Draco and Harry, but no prompts used for this installment
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Previous parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14
Reset - Part 15
Harry awoke to a loud tap-tap-tapping on his dormitory window. Blinking sleep from his eyes, he climbed lazily out of bed and made his way across the room and opened the window. A blast of cold air rushed in along with the flutter of a school owl's wings as it flapped past and he was instantly awake.
The bird, perched on the desk, held out a leg for Harry to retrieve the message. He looked around and shrugged. "Sorry, no treats." The owl attempted to peck his hand but Harry was fast enough to avoid a nip. What he didn't manage to avoid was the thwap of its wing against his head as the owl took flight and swooped out into the night. "Thanks," he grumbled.
He opened the scroll, read the six words - Come downstairs and open the door - and smiled before rushing out the door and heading to the Common Room. When he opened the door, Draco stood there smirking. "Took you long enough."
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked as Draco pressed past him through the opening. "You're supposed to be at the Manor."
"Who's here?"
"What?" Harry looked around. "No one. Well, there are a few younger kids, but they're asleep."
"Which way is your room?"
Harry pointed, both amused and confused, and Draco grabbed his wrist and marched towards the stairs. As they climbed, Draco asked, "You're the only one in our year here, yeah?"
"Yes, but what --?" They'd arrived. "This is it."
Draco pulled Harry through the open door, slammed it shut and waved his wand. Harry presumed the spell cast at the door was a locking charm of some kind, but before he had a chance to say another word, Draco pinned him up against the door and pressed his mouth to Harry's, effectively cutting off not only his ability to speak but his train of thought.
Draco's cold cheeks and hands - the latter currently sliding up under Harry's pyjama top and causing him to shiver - were in sharp contrast to the heat of his tongue which wrapped around Harry's delightfully. Harry moaned and wrapped his arms around Draco, drawing him nearer. He tasted wine and something sweet as Draco deepened the kiss even further. Then he pressed his body, chest to knees, against Harry's and it was all Harry could do to stay standing.
He ran his hands up to Draco's shoulders and eased his cloak off, leaving it in a puddle on the floor. He needed more contact and Draco had far too many clothes on right now. Draco had the same idea, it seemed, as he once more pressed his body to Harry's as soon as he'd shed his cloak. Harry carded his fingers through Draco's soft hair as Draco pressed soft kisses to his jaw, nipped at his ear, then nuzzled his neck. He breathed in deeply, as though inhaling Harry's scent and fuck if that wasn't hot as hell. Harry banged his head against the door in an effort to give him more access. Draco chuckled and the deep reverberations went straight to Harry's groin. His hips bucked forward slightly and his erection rubbed against Draco's.
They both groaned and Draco pressed Harry even harder against the door, rubbing their lengths together through their trousers and closing his mouth over Harry's once more. Harry ran his hands roughly over Draco's back, stopping at his arse and pulling Draco as close as he could.
"Fuck," Draco said. "Want you so much."
"Mm," Harry agreed between kisses. "Bed." He grabbed Draco by the wrist, pulled him towards his bed then looked down. He'd never had someone else in his bed before. This was really happening. They were really going to do this.
"You okay?" Draco asked, seeing his hesitation.
Harry turned to look at Draco - his blond hair a mess, face flushed and lips swollen - and wasn't that the sexiest sight he'd ever laid eyes on? He smiled wickedly, tightened his grip on Draco's arm and flung him onto the bed, straddling him and holding him in place. "Fuck, yes." He ran his hands under Draco's shirt, up and down his torso, feeling the play of muscles under his fingers and reveling in the shudders his touch drew from Draco. "Never better."
Draco laughed and reached up, wrapping his hand around the back of Harry's neck and staring up at him, thumb caressing his cheek absently. Time stood still as everything narrowed to the two of them, their laboured breathing, the crackle of heat and magic between them, those deep grey eyes penetrating Harry's very soul. Not for the first time, Harry wondered how it was that he'd never really appreciated how gorgeous this man was. Draco looked like he was about to say something then changed his mind and drew Harry down for another toe-curling kiss.
When next they broke apart, Draco flipped Harry onto his back and ran his fingers along Harry's arms all the way to his hands, where he intertwined their fingers and squeezed. Harry looked up at him and once more felt drawn into his gaze, laid bare for Draco to see all of him - all of his faults, his shortcomings, even their past - and still he stayed. He wanted to be here and Harry could barely breathe under the weight of that.
"I can't believe you did that for me," Draco said, pinning Harry in place with his eyes, hands and body.
Harry blinked, confusion tempering his libido. "Did what?"
Draco laughed and the movement caused their cocks to rub together deliciously once again. "Seriously? You went to the Minister of Magic and got multiple portkeys just so that I could see my friends at Christmas."
"Really?" Harry said and bucked his hips up, causing a delightful gasp to issue from Draco. Unable to pull Draco towards him with his hands trapped, he dragged his feet up the bed, bending his knees before bucking once more. Draco fell forward until their noses almost touched. Harry ran his tongue along his bottom lip and said in a raspy voice, "You want to talk about that now?"
Draco growled before diving in for another kiss.
Harry squeezed Draco's hands and he got the hint, releasing his grasp to allow Harry free movement. He wasted no time, bringing his hands around to undo the buttons on Draco's shirt. As he undid each button slowly, he ran his fingers over Draco's exposed skin, drinking in the gasps this elicited. When he ran his fingers over Draco's muscled abs, Draco pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor to join his cloak.
Harry's breath caught in his throat as the moonlight danced over Draco's skin. A fine line crossed Draco's chest and Harry was thrust back two years, to a bathroom and water and blood. So much blood. He ran a finger down the scar and swallowed roughly. "I did this to you." Barely above a whisper, his words echoed in the room.
"Really?" Draco leaned in, dragging his hard length against Harry's and his tongue across Harry's lips. Moving his groin in circles and causing bursts of pleasure to surge through Harry, he threw Harry's words back at him. "You want to talk about that now?"
One thrust of Draco's pelvis and Harry was shaking his head. He didn't want to talk at all. Talking was overrated anyway. He just wanted to feel. He reached up and cupped Draco's face in his hands. "No talking," he said and drew their lips together again.
Draco removed Harry's shirt and they both shed their trousers and pants awkwardly while trying to maintain contact with their mouths. When at last they were naked and Draco pressed his body to Harry's once more, Harry was so painfully aroused he was shocked that he didn't come from the simple contact. "Fuck."
"Mm," Draco moaned in response. "Not this time. Too close."
Thank Merlin Harry wasn't the only one on the edge. "Next time," he agreed.
Draco's eyes widened and his face flushed more than Harry would have thought possible. He smiled and slid off Harry, pulling him close so they were lying on their sides facing each other. He kissed Harry softly, barely a touch, and reached down between them to take both cocks in his hand. Harry gasped - no one had ever touched him like that before - and he watched, mesmerised by the sight and feel of their shafts moving through Draco's fist.
"I can't believe I'm allowed to touch you like this," Draco said with wonder. "I can't believe this is really happening."
Harry wrapped his own hand around Draco's and sped up the pace. "It's real," he said. He brought their mouths together again and then neither of them said anything more for quite some time.
Part 16 (final part)
Author: sesheta_66
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: R overall
Word Count: ~20K overall
Summary: Forgetting the past isn't always possible or practical. Dwelling on it isn't constructive. Moving beyond it, into what lies ahead, can be just the thing to help us heal. And friends? Well, they make it all - past, present and future - worth living.
Author's Notes: Written for dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge and slythindor100's 25 Days of Draco and Harry, but no prompts used for this installment
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Previous parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14
Reset - Part 15
Harry awoke to a loud tap-tap-tapping on his dormitory window. Blinking sleep from his eyes, he climbed lazily out of bed and made his way across the room and opened the window. A blast of cold air rushed in along with the flutter of a school owl's wings as it flapped past and he was instantly awake.
The bird, perched on the desk, held out a leg for Harry to retrieve the message. He looked around and shrugged. "Sorry, no treats." The owl attempted to peck his hand but Harry was fast enough to avoid a nip. What he didn't manage to avoid was the thwap of its wing against his head as the owl took flight and swooped out into the night. "Thanks," he grumbled.
He opened the scroll, read the six words - Come downstairs and open the door - and smiled before rushing out the door and heading to the Common Room. When he opened the door, Draco stood there smirking. "Took you long enough."
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked as Draco pressed past him through the opening. "You're supposed to be at the Manor."
"Who's here?"
"What?" Harry looked around. "No one. Well, there are a few younger kids, but they're asleep."
"Which way is your room?"
Harry pointed, both amused and confused, and Draco grabbed his wrist and marched towards the stairs. As they climbed, Draco asked, "You're the only one in our year here, yeah?"
"Yes, but what --?" They'd arrived. "This is it."
Draco pulled Harry through the open door, slammed it shut and waved his wand. Harry presumed the spell cast at the door was a locking charm of some kind, but before he had a chance to say another word, Draco pinned him up against the door and pressed his mouth to Harry's, effectively cutting off not only his ability to speak but his train of thought.
Draco's cold cheeks and hands - the latter currently sliding up under Harry's pyjama top and causing him to shiver - were in sharp contrast to the heat of his tongue which wrapped around Harry's delightfully. Harry moaned and wrapped his arms around Draco, drawing him nearer. He tasted wine and something sweet as Draco deepened the kiss even further. Then he pressed his body, chest to knees, against Harry's and it was all Harry could do to stay standing.
He ran his hands up to Draco's shoulders and eased his cloak off, leaving it in a puddle on the floor. He needed more contact and Draco had far too many clothes on right now. Draco had the same idea, it seemed, as he once more pressed his body to Harry's as soon as he'd shed his cloak. Harry carded his fingers through Draco's soft hair as Draco pressed soft kisses to his jaw, nipped at his ear, then nuzzled his neck. He breathed in deeply, as though inhaling Harry's scent and fuck if that wasn't hot as hell. Harry banged his head against the door in an effort to give him more access. Draco chuckled and the deep reverberations went straight to Harry's groin. His hips bucked forward slightly and his erection rubbed against Draco's.
They both groaned and Draco pressed Harry even harder against the door, rubbing their lengths together through their trousers and closing his mouth over Harry's once more. Harry ran his hands roughly over Draco's back, stopping at his arse and pulling Draco as close as he could.
"Fuck," Draco said. "Want you so much."
"Mm," Harry agreed between kisses. "Bed." He grabbed Draco by the wrist, pulled him towards his bed then looked down. He'd never had someone else in his bed before. This was really happening. They were really going to do this.
"You okay?" Draco asked, seeing his hesitation.
Harry turned to look at Draco - his blond hair a mess, face flushed and lips swollen - and wasn't that the sexiest sight he'd ever laid eyes on? He smiled wickedly, tightened his grip on Draco's arm and flung him onto the bed, straddling him and holding him in place. "Fuck, yes." He ran his hands under Draco's shirt, up and down his torso, feeling the play of muscles under his fingers and reveling in the shudders his touch drew from Draco. "Never better."
Draco laughed and reached up, wrapping his hand around the back of Harry's neck and staring up at him, thumb caressing his cheek absently. Time stood still as everything narrowed to the two of them, their laboured breathing, the crackle of heat and magic between them, those deep grey eyes penetrating Harry's very soul. Not for the first time, Harry wondered how it was that he'd never really appreciated how gorgeous this man was. Draco looked like he was about to say something then changed his mind and drew Harry down for another toe-curling kiss.
When next they broke apart, Draco flipped Harry onto his back and ran his fingers along Harry's arms all the way to his hands, where he intertwined their fingers and squeezed. Harry looked up at him and once more felt drawn into his gaze, laid bare for Draco to see all of him - all of his faults, his shortcomings, even their past - and still he stayed. He wanted to be here and Harry could barely breathe under the weight of that.
"I can't believe you did that for me," Draco said, pinning Harry in place with his eyes, hands and body.
Harry blinked, confusion tempering his libido. "Did what?"
Draco laughed and the movement caused their cocks to rub together deliciously once again. "Seriously? You went to the Minister of Magic and got multiple portkeys just so that I could see my friends at Christmas."
"Really?" Harry said and bucked his hips up, causing a delightful gasp to issue from Draco. Unable to pull Draco towards him with his hands trapped, he dragged his feet up the bed, bending his knees before bucking once more. Draco fell forward until their noses almost touched. Harry ran his tongue along his bottom lip and said in a raspy voice, "You want to talk about that now?"
Draco growled before diving in for another kiss.
Harry squeezed Draco's hands and he got the hint, releasing his grasp to allow Harry free movement. He wasted no time, bringing his hands around to undo the buttons on Draco's shirt. As he undid each button slowly, he ran his fingers over Draco's exposed skin, drinking in the gasps this elicited. When he ran his fingers over Draco's muscled abs, Draco pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor to join his cloak.
Harry's breath caught in his throat as the moonlight danced over Draco's skin. A fine line crossed Draco's chest and Harry was thrust back two years, to a bathroom and water and blood. So much blood. He ran a finger down the scar and swallowed roughly. "I did this to you." Barely above a whisper, his words echoed in the room.
"Really?" Draco leaned in, dragging his hard length against Harry's and his tongue across Harry's lips. Moving his groin in circles and causing bursts of pleasure to surge through Harry, he threw Harry's words back at him. "You want to talk about that now?"
One thrust of Draco's pelvis and Harry was shaking his head. He didn't want to talk at all. Talking was overrated anyway. He just wanted to feel. He reached up and cupped Draco's face in his hands. "No talking," he said and drew their lips together again.
Draco removed Harry's shirt and they both shed their trousers and pants awkwardly while trying to maintain contact with their mouths. When at last they were naked and Draco pressed his body to Harry's once more, Harry was so painfully aroused he was shocked that he didn't come from the simple contact. "Fuck."
"Mm," Draco moaned in response. "Not this time. Too close."
Thank Merlin Harry wasn't the only one on the edge. "Next time," he agreed.
Draco's eyes widened and his face flushed more than Harry would have thought possible. He smiled and slid off Harry, pulling him close so they were lying on their sides facing each other. He kissed Harry softly, barely a touch, and reached down between them to take both cocks in his hand. Harry gasped - no one had ever touched him like that before - and he watched, mesmerised by the sight and feel of their shafts moving through Draco's fist.
"I can't believe I'm allowed to touch you like this," Draco said with wonder. "I can't believe this is really happening."
Harry wrapped his own hand around Draco's and sped up the pace. "It's real," he said. He brought their mouths together again and then neither of them said anything more for quite some time.
Part 16 (final part)