Chapter seventeen.
I sowwy. I know that I promised this update weeks ago. But look! It's chapter seventeen, at long last!
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Blow job.
Harry's mind buzzed with the two words. He was going to get a blow job today.
His palms were sweaty and his pulse was beating loudly in his ears. The doorknob was warm and greasy in his hand as he entered the Room of Requirement. Draco was already there, sitting at their seat with a distant expression as he stared at everything and nothing. The fingers of his right hand traced aimless patterns on the table top. Harry watched him for a moment, feeling that undeniable tug of something more he'd felt with increasing frequency lately. Shaking the feeling off, he walked over to their table and joined him.
Draco looked up briefly and then turned away, his eye movement jerky and hovering from one place to the other without really seeing anything. He was clearly anxious and Harry smiled, resisting the impulse to reach out and touch him in some way.
"Nervous?" he asked instead.
Draco turned to him with a glare and opened his mouth to make some nasty reply, but hesitated and swallowed instead. He nodded.
"Aren't you?" he asked.
"Yeah," Harry told him. "I mean, it's not like I've ever done this before. With a guy, I mean."
"Neither have I!" Draco shouted defensively.
"I didn't say you have," said Harry. "I'm just saying, it's okay to be nervous."
Mollified, Draco nodded again and went back to staring blankly at the tabletop. After a minute, he took a deep breath and spoke without looking at Harry.
"We were having a conversation, just now," he said cautiously.
Harry regarded him for a moment before answering. "Yes."
"That's happened a few times," Draco continued. "It's weird."
Harry smiled and said again: "Yes."
Draco nodded and didn't say anything else. Mason entered the room with her usual briskness, and set a thick stack of books down on her desk before facing the class.
"Well," she began, and clasped her hands before her. "I think you all have somewhat of an idea of what you're supposed to be doing today. Oral sex. Just like last time, flip your coins to decide who will be receiving first and then move to your boothes to complete the assignment. I'll see you all in an hour."
Harry saw movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to see Malfoy drawing another Galleon out of his pocket. His breathing sped up as he stared at it, realizing that he was moments away from having someone's mouth wrapped around his...
In his nervousness, he started to call the toss before Draco had even flipped the coin.
"Gob-"
"I'm calling today, Potter," Draco told him, and slapped the coin down on the table in front of them.
Harry looked at his face, trying to read something in the bland expression. Looking away, he slid the coin off of the table and into his hand.
"Alright," he said, and cleared his throat. "Call."
Harry flipped the coin, and watched it spin with a hard lump in his throat. He hoped Draco would call Ministry just to be defiant. He felt the coin smack down into the center of his palm and flipped it over, pressing the cool metal into the back of his other wrist. He looked up at Draco, waiting, and watched the other boy smirk.
"Goblin," said Draco.
Harry winced and removed his hand. There staring up at him was the image of Gringotts. Sucking his teeth, Harry stood up and tossed the coin into Malfoy's lap. He refused to look at the Slytherin's face.
"Fine. Let's go," he said, and walked away toward their booth.
Draco was following him, he knew that. He could feel his presence at his back. His head felt heavy and his chest felt tight as he threw back the flap and stepped inside. He walked a few paces before he heard the flap close behind Malfoy. Harry stopped and stood still for a moment, taking a deep breath and steadying himself. His stomach clenched nervously as he turned to face Draco. The other boy was standing closer than he had anticipated and he took a step back automatically.
"Okay, Malfoy," he began, but before he could say another word Draco closed the distance between them and kissed him.
Harry made a few noises that ranged between surprise and protest. He had wanted to set some ground rules first, but Draco didn't let him pull away. He'd placed his hands on either side of Harry's head and tangled his fingers in his hair. Harry let his eyes drop closed and his spine relax as he leaned in, kissing back.
And like that, the nervousness melted away. This was familiar; the scents and sensations and the closeness. They'd been doing this for months now. For a moment, Harry was overwhelmed with relief, the anxiety replaced by confidence. And like that, the hurtle was leapt. Giving a blow job wasn't intimidating, it was exhilarating. A challenge. Harry was a Gryffindor, and everyone knew what they did with challenges.
Harry turned them and walked Draco backward. He undid the clasp of Draco's robe and pushed it off of his shoulders, the heavy fabric falling to their feet. He felt Draco's calves bump against the couch and pressed forward, bearing Draco down under his weight to sit on the couch. He knelt on the triangle of cushion between his thighs, still kissing him, letting his hands roam through hair and over skin. He went to work on his tie, the buttons of his shirt, baring his throat and chest by degrees until a long stripe of pale skin lay open to him. Harry slid off of the couch to the floor on his knees.
His heart was pounding in his throat as he kissed and licked at Draco's chest, his stomach. Draco made soft gasping noises above him, his body twitching every so often as Harry found a ticklish spot. His fingers slipped under the flaps of his shirt, gripping his sides to hold him still. He nipped at the soft ring of skin around Draco's navel, dipping his tongue into the crevice and making Draco hiss and jump. He worked the button of Draco's trousers open and pulled down the fly with care, avoiding catching any sensitive bits in the process.
As Harry slipped his hand inside, he noticed with a thrill of triumph that Draco was incredibly hard.
Draco gave a little moan of encouragement as Harry worked his palm up and down through the fabric of his pants. His other hand was clenched in the hem of Draco's trousers at his hip, bunching them in his fist and dragging them down slowly. Draco lifted his hips readily, and Harry's knuckles brushed the smooth skin of his arse as he pulled the rest of his clothing down and off. He pulled away to take in the effect.
Draco looked thoroughly debaunched, sitting there with his tie loose and thrown over one shoulder, his white button-down gaping wide to expose a pale chest dotted with red marks. He was naked from the waist down, his thighs splayed wide open and his cock jutting out between them. Harry's heart stopped a little before he took a deep breath and bent down again to the task at hand.
Most formerly heterosexual turned reluctantly-bi-curious men would like to say that they hesitated the first time they sucked another man's cock. Harry didn't. He dove right in. Draco made a strangled gagging noise as Harry sucked half of him into his mouth at once, and Harry didn't know if that was good or bad, but he kept going anyway. The weight of Draco's cock in his mouth was foreign and strange at first, but Harry quickly learned his way around the curves, bobbing his head and using the flat of his tongue against the underside. After a while he remembered his hands, and wrapped one around the base of Draco's cock, pulling minutely with every dip of his mouth.
Draco's gasps made his chest heave above Harry's head, and Harry knew that he was close. He contemplated what he should do about that. He knew he didn't want to swallow. Not yet, and possibly not ever. So he decided to pull off, wanking Draco fully and using his tongue on just the head of his cock. Draco tried to push Harry back down with a hand on the back of his head, but Harry shook his head in the negative and swirled his tongue with more force. Draco grunted, and threaded his fingers in Harry's hair. He made a few, soft noises before his fingers tightened and Harry jerked back as Draco came onto his chest, painting the long stripe of flesh between the flaps of his shirt.
Harry sat back on his heels and wiped his hand on the back of his jeans, eyes fixed on Draco's face. His eyes were heavy-liddded and his cheeks flushed. His mouth gaped slightly open as he puffed softly, recovering. Harry grinned and his lips felt swollen. Draco looked back down at him and groaned slightly as he sat up and cleaned himself up.
"Guess it's my turn?" he asked as he buttoned his trousers.
Harry's cock gave a little hop, skip and a jump inside of his pants at the thought. Draco leaned forward, sliding down off of the couch to straddle Harry on the floor with an easy grace. Harry swallowed and felt his chest seize up at the lazy, predatory grin on Draco's face. A prickle of unease went through him and he caught Draco's hands with his own and squeezed, taking a deep breath.
"Wait," he said.
Draco stopped and looked puzzled. "Why?"
Harry turned away, wincing at the thought of what he was about to say and just what he'd be giving up. He had put this off too long, though. And he couldn't allow Draco to go any further without knowing.
"There's something that I have to tell you. About us. This..." He squeezed Draco's hands again, indicating their connection.
Draco sat back on his heels, letting his back slide down the sofa until he was sitting on the floor in front of Harry. He studied him critically, and Harry could tell that he was very uncertain about where this was going.
"We're not supposed to be in this class together." Harry said, and waited for Draco's reaction.
Draco laughed, and Harry looked at him stupidly.
"I know. I was there when you told Mason that you didn't sign up for it, remember?"
"No, that's not what I meant," Harry shook his head. "I overheard Mason and McGonagall talking to... someone. They should have let me out of it. The... person, he made them keep me in class."
Draco didn't laugh this time. He sat forward, his brows drawn together. "Who? Why?"
"I don't know who. As for why... I think they wanted us to become close."
Draco was silent. He stared at Harry stonily for a few moments, and somehow Harry got the impression that he'd said too much, even though he hadn't said much at all.
"You're lying. You know who it was. I'm not stupid, Potter. Only one person can give McGonagall an order and she'd actually follow it. Especially if it involved one of her students. It was Dumbleore, wasn't it?"
"No!" Harry didn't know why he was lying for him.
Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes, rising from the couch to walk away with his back turned. Harry stood slowly and watched him warily as he paced.
"Close? Bollocks. They were hoping I'd fucking fall in love with you. They wanted me to come over to their side," Draco ranted as he paced. "Well, that's not going to happen. I don't even like you-"
"That's not true," Harry interrupted.
"It is true! We aren't boyfriends, Potter! Don't ever think that this is more that what it is. In fact, I'm through. They think they can manipulate me? They want me to cozy up to their side so bad, they're willing to rape me- and you- in order to do it. Well, fuck that! This... this digusting little... thing. It's over."
He turned to walk away, and Harry hurried past him, blocking the entrance. Draco tried to go around him, but Harry grabbed his arm. Draco made a low, guttural sound and smacked it away, rubbing at the spot on his arm Harry's fingers had brushed as though it were burned.
"Don't touch me," he warned.
"Don't try to leave," Harry returned.
"Try and stop me," Draco sneered, and bolted for the exit.
Harry felt a painful tightness cramping his belly, and he put himself in front of Draco again, sidestepping his every move. It must have looked ridiculous, but he didn't know what else to do. He'd thought he was prepared for this, he'd even known that Draco would try to leave, but he hadn't anticipated feeling this lost about it.
Draco managed to sweep past him, and Harry panicked, saying the first thing that came to mind.
"You promised!" he shouted.
Draco stopped, his back to him and his fists clenched, and then turned slowly. His face was splotchy, and his eyes overbright. Harry swallowed and took a deep breath, fighting down the panic that had seized him.
"You said you wouldn't-" he paused, pressed his lips together. His voice was unsteady, and he took a moment to compose himself. When he looked back up at Draco, his eyes and his voice were steadier. "You promised me a semester."
They stared at one another for an uncomfortable stretch of seconds. Draco seemed to be waiting for more, some explanation. When Harry stared back at him, resolute, he shook his head minutely.
"You can't be serious. That was before. Now that I know..." He shook his head again. "Don't you see the way out here? We could both just walk away."
Harry looked away. Draco let out a shaky laugh. "My god, you... you actually-"
"Don't!" Harry rounded on him fiercely. "It's not like that. I just want what's owed to me."
"I don't owe you shit!" Draco hissed at him.
"You do. You made a deal. You said you'd give me the semester, if I didn't push it beyond that." Harry told him. When Draco still looked ready to walk out, Harry decided to switch tactics. "Look, it's only another month, right? And it's not like you're getting nothing out of this. Fuck, Malfoy, I just sucked your cock not five minutes ago! Dumbledore may have wanted us to be partners in this class so you'd switch sides, but it's not like you have to. I mean, I can't make you..."
Draco looked as though he might be listening, and Harry took a step closer, moving slowly and keeping his voice low. He might as well have been dealing with a skittish rabbit.
"A month of mutually enjoyable sex. At the end of the semester we go our separate ways, and Dumbledore doesn't gain a thing."
Harry finished and waited for Draco's response. The Slytherin glared at him for another moment before resuming his pacing. Harry watched him intently, ready for the slightest indication that he was going to attempt to flee again. When Draco finally stopped pacing and turned to face him, Harry couldn't have said whether that made him more or less nervous.
"Sit down, Potter," Draco commanded, waving a hand at the sofa.
Harry hesitated before obeying, eyeing Draco warily while he moved across the room and slowly sat down with his legs braced, ready to spring back up if need be. Draco followed slowly, and came to stand two feet in front of Harry. He stared down at him for what felt like an eternity before suddenly dropping to his knees. Harry sucked in a breath, stunned at this sudden turn of events, and stared dumbly as Draco undid his belt and zipper.
"I am a Malfoy. I will do the honorable thing, and obey my father," Draco told him as he worked. "If that means joining the Dark Lord, then that is what I'll do."
Harry growled at him and arched his hips when Draco pulled roughly at his trousers.
"But I made a deal, and I will keep my end of it. I will not be called a coward, even if the circumstances have changed," he continued.
Looking up at Harry with an intensity that seemed at odds with the bobbing cock nearly grazing his chin, Draco's nostrils flared as he took a deep breath.
"And Dumbledore will get nothing."
And then he swallowed as much of Harry as he could, and Harry's eyes rolled back in his head and the time for talk was over.
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Next chapter.
Thank you, as ever, to my betas indigorhapsody and moonanddogstar.
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Blow job.
Harry's mind buzzed with the two words. He was going to get a blow job today.
His palms were sweaty and his pulse was beating loudly in his ears. The doorknob was warm and greasy in his hand as he entered the Room of Requirement. Draco was already there, sitting at their seat with a distant expression as he stared at everything and nothing. The fingers of his right hand traced aimless patterns on the table top. Harry watched him for a moment, feeling that undeniable tug of something more he'd felt with increasing frequency lately. Shaking the feeling off, he walked over to their table and joined him.
Draco looked up briefly and then turned away, his eye movement jerky and hovering from one place to the other without really seeing anything. He was clearly anxious and Harry smiled, resisting the impulse to reach out and touch him in some way.
"Nervous?" he asked instead.
Draco turned to him with a glare and opened his mouth to make some nasty reply, but hesitated and swallowed instead. He nodded.
"Aren't you?" he asked.
"Yeah," Harry told him. "I mean, it's not like I've ever done this before. With a guy, I mean."
"Neither have I!" Draco shouted defensively.
"I didn't say you have," said Harry. "I'm just saying, it's okay to be nervous."
Mollified, Draco nodded again and went back to staring blankly at the tabletop. After a minute, he took a deep breath and spoke without looking at Harry.
"We were having a conversation, just now," he said cautiously.
Harry regarded him for a moment before answering. "Yes."
"That's happened a few times," Draco continued. "It's weird."
Harry smiled and said again: "Yes."
Draco nodded and didn't say anything else. Mason entered the room with her usual briskness, and set a thick stack of books down on her desk before facing the class.
"Well," she began, and clasped her hands before her. "I think you all have somewhat of an idea of what you're supposed to be doing today. Oral sex. Just like last time, flip your coins to decide who will be receiving first and then move to your boothes to complete the assignment. I'll see you all in an hour."
Harry saw movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to see Malfoy drawing another Galleon out of his pocket. His breathing sped up as he stared at it, realizing that he was moments away from having someone's mouth wrapped around his...
In his nervousness, he started to call the toss before Draco had even flipped the coin.
"Gob-"
"I'm calling today, Potter," Draco told him, and slapped the coin down on the table in front of them.
Harry looked at his face, trying to read something in the bland expression. Looking away, he slid the coin off of the table and into his hand.
"Alright," he said, and cleared his throat. "Call."
Harry flipped the coin, and watched it spin with a hard lump in his throat. He hoped Draco would call Ministry just to be defiant. He felt the coin smack down into the center of his palm and flipped it over, pressing the cool metal into the back of his other wrist. He looked up at Draco, waiting, and watched the other boy smirk.
"Goblin," said Draco.
Harry winced and removed his hand. There staring up at him was the image of Gringotts. Sucking his teeth, Harry stood up and tossed the coin into Malfoy's lap. He refused to look at the Slytherin's face.
"Fine. Let's go," he said, and walked away toward their booth.
Draco was following him, he knew that. He could feel his presence at his back. His head felt heavy and his chest felt tight as he threw back the flap and stepped inside. He walked a few paces before he heard the flap close behind Malfoy. Harry stopped and stood still for a moment, taking a deep breath and steadying himself. His stomach clenched nervously as he turned to face Draco. The other boy was standing closer than he had anticipated and he took a step back automatically.
"Okay, Malfoy," he began, but before he could say another word Draco closed the distance between them and kissed him.
Harry made a few noises that ranged between surprise and protest. He had wanted to set some ground rules first, but Draco didn't let him pull away. He'd placed his hands on either side of Harry's head and tangled his fingers in his hair. Harry let his eyes drop closed and his spine relax as he leaned in, kissing back.
And like that, the nervousness melted away. This was familiar; the scents and sensations and the closeness. They'd been doing this for months now. For a moment, Harry was overwhelmed with relief, the anxiety replaced by confidence. And like that, the hurtle was leapt. Giving a blow job wasn't intimidating, it was exhilarating. A challenge. Harry was a Gryffindor, and everyone knew what they did with challenges.
Harry turned them and walked Draco backward. He undid the clasp of Draco's robe and pushed it off of his shoulders, the heavy fabric falling to their feet. He felt Draco's calves bump against the couch and pressed forward, bearing Draco down under his weight to sit on the couch. He knelt on the triangle of cushion between his thighs, still kissing him, letting his hands roam through hair and over skin. He went to work on his tie, the buttons of his shirt, baring his throat and chest by degrees until a long stripe of pale skin lay open to him. Harry slid off of the couch to the floor on his knees.
His heart was pounding in his throat as he kissed and licked at Draco's chest, his stomach. Draco made soft gasping noises above him, his body twitching every so often as Harry found a ticklish spot. His fingers slipped under the flaps of his shirt, gripping his sides to hold him still. He nipped at the soft ring of skin around Draco's navel, dipping his tongue into the crevice and making Draco hiss and jump. He worked the button of Draco's trousers open and pulled down the fly with care, avoiding catching any sensitive bits in the process.
As Harry slipped his hand inside, he noticed with a thrill of triumph that Draco was incredibly hard.
Draco gave a little moan of encouragement as Harry worked his palm up and down through the fabric of his pants. His other hand was clenched in the hem of Draco's trousers at his hip, bunching them in his fist and dragging them down slowly. Draco lifted his hips readily, and Harry's knuckles brushed the smooth skin of his arse as he pulled the rest of his clothing down and off. He pulled away to take in the effect.
Draco looked thoroughly debaunched, sitting there with his tie loose and thrown over one shoulder, his white button-down gaping wide to expose a pale chest dotted with red marks. He was naked from the waist down, his thighs splayed wide open and his cock jutting out between them. Harry's heart stopped a little before he took a deep breath and bent down again to the task at hand.
Most formerly heterosexual turned reluctantly-bi-curious men would like to say that they hesitated the first time they sucked another man's cock. Harry didn't. He dove right in. Draco made a strangled gagging noise as Harry sucked half of him into his mouth at once, and Harry didn't know if that was good or bad, but he kept going anyway. The weight of Draco's cock in his mouth was foreign and strange at first, but Harry quickly learned his way around the curves, bobbing his head and using the flat of his tongue against the underside. After a while he remembered his hands, and wrapped one around the base of Draco's cock, pulling minutely with every dip of his mouth.
Draco's gasps made his chest heave above Harry's head, and Harry knew that he was close. He contemplated what he should do about that. He knew he didn't want to swallow. Not yet, and possibly not ever. So he decided to pull off, wanking Draco fully and using his tongue on just the head of his cock. Draco tried to push Harry back down with a hand on the back of his head, but Harry shook his head in the negative and swirled his tongue with more force. Draco grunted, and threaded his fingers in Harry's hair. He made a few, soft noises before his fingers tightened and Harry jerked back as Draco came onto his chest, painting the long stripe of flesh between the flaps of his shirt.
Harry sat back on his heels and wiped his hand on the back of his jeans, eyes fixed on Draco's face. His eyes were heavy-liddded and his cheeks flushed. His mouth gaped slightly open as he puffed softly, recovering. Harry grinned and his lips felt swollen. Draco looked back down at him and groaned slightly as he sat up and cleaned himself up.
"Guess it's my turn?" he asked as he buttoned his trousers.
Harry's cock gave a little hop, skip and a jump inside of his pants at the thought. Draco leaned forward, sliding down off of the couch to straddle Harry on the floor with an easy grace. Harry swallowed and felt his chest seize up at the lazy, predatory grin on Draco's face. A prickle of unease went through him and he caught Draco's hands with his own and squeezed, taking a deep breath.
"Wait," he said.
Draco stopped and looked puzzled. "Why?"
Harry turned away, wincing at the thought of what he was about to say and just what he'd be giving up. He had put this off too long, though. And he couldn't allow Draco to go any further without knowing.
"There's something that I have to tell you. About us. This..." He squeezed Draco's hands again, indicating their connection.
Draco sat back on his heels, letting his back slide down the sofa until he was sitting on the floor in front of Harry. He studied him critically, and Harry could tell that he was very uncertain about where this was going.
"We're not supposed to be in this class together." Harry said, and waited for Draco's reaction.
Draco laughed, and Harry looked at him stupidly.
"I know. I was there when you told Mason that you didn't sign up for it, remember?"
"No, that's not what I meant," Harry shook his head. "I overheard Mason and McGonagall talking to... someone. They should have let me out of it. The... person, he made them keep me in class."
Draco didn't laugh this time. He sat forward, his brows drawn together. "Who? Why?"
"I don't know who. As for why... I think they wanted us to become close."
Draco was silent. He stared at Harry stonily for a few moments, and somehow Harry got the impression that he'd said too much, even though he hadn't said much at all.
"You're lying. You know who it was. I'm not stupid, Potter. Only one person can give McGonagall an order and she'd actually follow it. Especially if it involved one of her students. It was Dumbleore, wasn't it?"
"No!" Harry didn't know why he was lying for him.
Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes, rising from the couch to walk away with his back turned. Harry stood slowly and watched him warily as he paced.
"Close? Bollocks. They were hoping I'd fucking fall in love with you. They wanted me to come over to their side," Draco ranted as he paced. "Well, that's not going to happen. I don't even like you-"
"That's not true," Harry interrupted.
"It is true! We aren't boyfriends, Potter! Don't ever think that this is more that what it is. In fact, I'm through. They think they can manipulate me? They want me to cozy up to their side so bad, they're willing to rape me- and you- in order to do it. Well, fuck that! This... this digusting little... thing. It's over."
He turned to walk away, and Harry hurried past him, blocking the entrance. Draco tried to go around him, but Harry grabbed his arm. Draco made a low, guttural sound and smacked it away, rubbing at the spot on his arm Harry's fingers had brushed as though it were burned.
"Don't touch me," he warned.
"Don't try to leave," Harry returned.
"Try and stop me," Draco sneered, and bolted for the exit.
Harry felt a painful tightness cramping his belly, and he put himself in front of Draco again, sidestepping his every move. It must have looked ridiculous, but he didn't know what else to do. He'd thought he was prepared for this, he'd even known that Draco would try to leave, but he hadn't anticipated feeling this lost about it.
Draco managed to sweep past him, and Harry panicked, saying the first thing that came to mind.
"You promised!" he shouted.
Draco stopped, his back to him and his fists clenched, and then turned slowly. His face was splotchy, and his eyes overbright. Harry swallowed and took a deep breath, fighting down the panic that had seized him.
"You said you wouldn't-" he paused, pressed his lips together. His voice was unsteady, and he took a moment to compose himself. When he looked back up at Draco, his eyes and his voice were steadier. "You promised me a semester."
They stared at one another for an uncomfortable stretch of seconds. Draco seemed to be waiting for more, some explanation. When Harry stared back at him, resolute, he shook his head minutely.
"You can't be serious. That was before. Now that I know..." He shook his head again. "Don't you see the way out here? We could both just walk away."
Harry looked away. Draco let out a shaky laugh. "My god, you... you actually-"
"Don't!" Harry rounded on him fiercely. "It's not like that. I just want what's owed to me."
"I don't owe you shit!" Draco hissed at him.
"You do. You made a deal. You said you'd give me the semester, if I didn't push it beyond that." Harry told him. When Draco still looked ready to walk out, Harry decided to switch tactics. "Look, it's only another month, right? And it's not like you're getting nothing out of this. Fuck, Malfoy, I just sucked your cock not five minutes ago! Dumbledore may have wanted us to be partners in this class so you'd switch sides, but it's not like you have to. I mean, I can't make you..."
Draco looked as though he might be listening, and Harry took a step closer, moving slowly and keeping his voice low. He might as well have been dealing with a skittish rabbit.
"A month of mutually enjoyable sex. At the end of the semester we go our separate ways, and Dumbledore doesn't gain a thing."
Harry finished and waited for Draco's response. The Slytherin glared at him for another moment before resuming his pacing. Harry watched him intently, ready for the slightest indication that he was going to attempt to flee again. When Draco finally stopped pacing and turned to face him, Harry couldn't have said whether that made him more or less nervous.
"Sit down, Potter," Draco commanded, waving a hand at the sofa.
Harry hesitated before obeying, eyeing Draco warily while he moved across the room and slowly sat down with his legs braced, ready to spring back up if need be. Draco followed slowly, and came to stand two feet in front of Harry. He stared down at him for what felt like an eternity before suddenly dropping to his knees. Harry sucked in a breath, stunned at this sudden turn of events, and stared dumbly as Draco undid his belt and zipper.
"I am a Malfoy. I will do the honorable thing, and obey my father," Draco told him as he worked. "If that means joining the Dark Lord, then that is what I'll do."
Harry growled at him and arched his hips when Draco pulled roughly at his trousers.
"But I made a deal, and I will keep my end of it. I will not be called a coward, even if the circumstances have changed," he continued.
Looking up at Harry with an intensity that seemed at odds with the bobbing cock nearly grazing his chin, Draco's nostrils flared as he took a deep breath.
"And Dumbledore will get nothing."
And then he swallowed as much of Harry as he could, and Harry's eyes rolled back in his head and the time for talk was over.
******
Next chapter.
Thank you, as ever, to my betas indigorhapsody and moonanddogstar.