DC Chapter 9

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All right here's chapter 9 of Dragon Chronicles. Read and enjoy.

But remember this is definitely NC-17, so no kiddies.

And be gentle is responses: this is my very first written lemon.


09. Chocolate Kisses.

Draco was quick to drag his brunette boyfriend through the Slytherin Common Room. It was nearly devoid of any students; however three specific people were still there. To Draco it seemed as though they hadn’t moved a muscle since he left and that was more than two hours ago. Blaise and Pansy were smirking in his direction, while Finnigan just grinned and called out to Harry.

“Have fun, Harry!”

Harry just stuck his tongue out in retaliation and in Draco’s opinion not even dignifying that phrase with a spoken response. The blonde smirked and tugged at Harry’s arm, urging him to follow.

They moved past the couches and towards their destination of Draco’s Prefects Room. When they were safely inside Draco immediately turned on the door and cast every locking and silencing charm he could think of. There was no way that he wanted to be interrupted tonight. He had had enough of that the last week.

When he turned around again to face Harry, he found the brunette sitting cross-legged on the four-poster bed watching him with an amused glint in is eyes. Harry grinned.

“Planning something, Draco?” The Gryffindor cocked an eyebrow in challenge.

“As a matter of fact, yes I do.” Draco answered nonchalantly, sauntering over to the bed. “I’m planning on not being interrupted at all from any nosy pests, who call themselves our friends.”

“Ah.” Harry laughed and let himself fall backwards onto the soft green comforter of the bed. He crossed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes in content. “This is nice, so soft.” He smiled.

“Well, it should be, since we are going to spend a lot of time on it tonight.” Draco sat down on the right of the reclining brunette. He traced Harry’s chest with a finger, relishing in the small tremors that ran through the Gryffindor. Draco leaned in over his boyfriend’s face and kissed him. Instantly Harry’s eyes sprang open and he stared at the blonde for a few seconds before raising his left hand to coil his fingers around the back of Draco’s neck. He pulled slightly to bring the soft lips closer to his own and then he plunged his tongue inside the other’s mouth.

Harry could taste chocolate and his smiled into the kiss before he broke it. He gently pushed the Slytherin away and he sat up. The brunette licked his lips.

“Like chocolate much?”

“Huh?” Draco looked puzzled and he tilted his head in question.

Harry laughed. “You taste like chocolate, so I figured that you had some earlier.”

“Oh.”

“Got any more?” The emerald eyed teen inquired.

Draco stared shell-shocked at his boyfriend. “You want chocolate now? He asked incredulously.

“Yup!” Harry grinned.

The blonde sighed irritably, but went over to a dresser nonetheless. He pulled out a drawer and picked up a large block of chocolate. He threw it over to Harry, who gratefully caught it. The brunette ripped open the package and bit off a chuck.

Draco walked back to the bed with a block of his own, though it had already been opened before. Harry noticed this.

“You ate a lot of chocolate, I see.” He stated.

“Well, I had to do something while waiting for my boyfriend, who just couldn’t be on time.”

“Hey, I already apologized for that.” Harry protested.

“So?” Draco shrugged, chewing on a large chuck of the creamy candy.

“You really do like chocolate, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too.” Harry smiled softly. “It was one of the first pieces of candy I ever tasted. A Chocolate Frog to be exact.”

“A Chocolate Frog? But don’t you live with your Muggle relatives?”

“Yes.”

“So it would mean that the first time you ever ate candy, was when you were eleven?” Draco asked.

“Uh…yeah.”

“What are they? Some sort of diet fanatics, no sweets in the house?”

“No, I just wasn’t allowed sweets.” Harry answered wistfully.

“Why?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.” The Gryffindor looked away.

Draco eyed the brunette suspiciously, crossing his arms in front of him, chocolate bar hanging from one hand. “Fine, but you will tell me eventually. I always get what I want.”

Harry looked back at him and smiled tentatively. “Do you now?”

“Yes.”

Draco swung the chocolate up to his mouth again, smirking deviously before taking a bite. Then he put the bar down on the bedside table and grabbed Harry by the back of his head. The blonde crushed his lips against Harry’s. He slyly kept the chunk of chocolate in the hollow of his cheek as he licked the Gryffindor’s lips, urging the other to open his mouth. Access granted, he plunged his tongue inside. After a quick taste Draco drew back his tongue, curled it around the chocolate and pushed it into Harry’s mouth.

He drew back completely. “Mmm…” Draco licked his lips and glanced at a wide eyed Harry Potter. The brunette’s mouth was still slightly open, but closed to chew the candy.

“Now that is the perfect way to eat chocolate.” Draco smirked and kissed Harry again, tasting the candy on his boyfriend’s tongue, just like Harry had done to him. Ending the kiss, he looked into Harry’s eyes. “Just the right thing to mend my scarred mind from tonight’s events.”

“Scarred mind?” Harry muttered. “It couldn’t have been that bad. Could it?”

“Oh, yes. Very bad, Harry.” Draco sighed. “Imagine your Godfather, who never really smiles almost doing so and talking with his supposedly most hated pupil, only to find out that said pupil and your Godfather are on an amicable basis.”

“Yes, well Professor Snape isn’t all that bad.”

“I know that…wait Professor Snape? I thought you two used your first names.”

“In private, yes.” Harry shrugged.

“But we are in private.” Draco pointed out.

“Private, meaning only in his presence, Draco. At all other times he told me it’s Professor Snape.”

Draco suddenly purred and nuzzled Harry’s neck. The brunette gasped. “So you do know how to take orders. Good to know.”

“Wha’?” Harry exclaimed.

“Well, my Godfather ordered you not to call him by his first name in public.”

Surprisingly Harry didn’t seem offended, he just grinned. “Yeah. You try it and I promise that I will be there to pick what’s left of you, when he’s done cursing you.”

“He would never do that.” Draco said.

“I know, but then again with him you never know.”

“True.” He reached out and ran his hand through those thick, but soft black locks. Harry hummed in pleasure and reached out to Draco as well. He traced the blonde’s face with a single finger, stopping to rest on the soft lips. He leaned in, taking the pink flesh with his mouth and thrust his tongue inside.

Draco moaned softly and pushed Harry onto his back, so that he could straddle him. Their kiss deepened and tongues were fighting for dominance. Draco felt triumphant that he had Harry beneath him and he was sure that he was going to be on top.

But suddenly Harry slipped his arms around Draco’s waist and then rolled them both over, so that the brunette was now straddling Draco. Harry seized his boyfriend’s wrists and pinned them above Draco’s head. The Gryffindor immediately latched onto the blonde’s neck, sucking and licking. Harry ground his body into the one beneath him. Draco arched into the touch, gasping whenever their bodies ground against each other. He growled deep in his throat when Harry drew back.

“Why did you stop? Keep doing that, damn it! Anything, just don‘t stop!” Draco cried frustrated, desire and want beginning to cloud his mind and rational thought.

“Anything?”

“Yes!” The blonde exclaimed vigorously.

Harry smirked and leaned in as if to kiss Draco again, but instead he stopped bare inches from the blonde’s face. The brunette licked his lips and spoke in a deep, husky voice.

“I guess that I’m on top then, huh?”

Draco stared dazedly at the brunette above. The words that Harry had spoken were slowly sinking into his lust hazed mind. One part of him wanted to yell ‘hell no’ and keep fighting for dominance. But another part was inclined to agree with the Gryffindor. He had almost come from those few minutes of kissing and grinding. He usually had a lot more stamina. Maybe it was just because it was Harry. Draco remembered the first time they had kissed. In the Gryffindor Tower. He had been so aroused, just from that single kiss. But then Weasley had barged in and Draco had run away.

Idiot.

“Draco.”

Draco suddenly woke up from his reverie to find Harry staring intently at him, green eyes burning with desire, desire only for him. Draco made up his mind then and there.

“Yes.” He whispered.

“Yes, what, Draco?” Harry inquired, leaning in to Draco’s neck and gave it a short lick.

“Merlin, yes. Take me!” Draco keened, arching his entire body to get closer to that hot tongue.

“Good.” Harry smirked into the soft skin of the blonde’s neck. “Then we better get these clothes off, don’t we?”

It was then that Draco first discovered that they had in fact not taken off a single piece of clothing. Though a few buttons on their shirt collars had been opened, they were still fully dressed. He nodded slowly and Harry began undressing the both of them. Draco found it oddly erotic, being undressed so slowly by Harry. None of his previous lovers had ever undressed him. They both usually just quickly shed their own clothes and then jump each other in flurry of lust.

But here he was being undressed with tender care by his soon-to-be lover and his erection was straining against his boxers. The anticipation of having Harry’s fingers run over his naked skin made him moan loudly. And the fact that soon he would see Harry just as naked as he was about to become, made him more aroused than he already was.

He was now definitely willing to let Harry do whatever he wanted. It was after all Harry’s first time, he told himself. But did Harry even know what to do?

Oh, yes, he did. Seeing as they were now very naked and Harry had latched his mouth onto one of Draco’s nipples. The Gryffindor was running his hands down the Slytherin’s torso before they finally settled at Draco’s cock. Harry grasped it firmly and gave it an experimental tug, making Draco gasp and groan in pleasure. The blonde pushed into Harry’s hand as the other began stroke his erection.

“Oh, gods yes…” He moaned.

Harry purred and kissed Draco’s lips hungrily. He drew back and moved his body down Draco’s. The blonde looked at him with confusion about what he was going to do now. Harry smiled reassuringly and then went for the kill. He took the tip of Draco’s erection into his mouth and sucked lightly. Draco surged upwards at the feel of Harry’s mouth on him. The brunette swirled his tongue around the head and sucked it again.

Little by little Harry swallowed the whole of Draco’s cock and the blonde keened in a high pitched voice. Draco ran his hands down his own body, before stopping at Harry’s head. This was quickly becoming his favourite thing to do, to run his hands through Harry’s hair. He loved to do it.

Meanwhile Harry was still sucking vigorously at Draco’s cock and the blonde found himself wondering if Harry really was a virgin. He certainly knew what to do, and it would be some kind of miracle beginner’s luck with the way Harry was doing all the right things to make him come.

Harry drew slowly back, lapping at the flesh with his tongue and grazing it lightly with his teeth. Draco tensed as Harry caressed and squeezed his balls with his fingers. He was almost there. Just a little more and he would come. He could almost feel Harry smile around his erection and then the brunette sucked harder. Draco cried out as he came, arching his back and Harry swallowed every last drop.

The blonde lay panting for a few moments, trying to catch his breath. Harry moved up his body again and nuzzled his neck.

“Good?” Harry asked quietly, pressing a kiss to Draco’s throat.

“Oh, yeah.” Draco smiled goofily totally out of character in the aftermath of one hell of a blowjob.

“Ready to go further?”

“Yeah, just give me a sec to catch my breath.” The blonde breathed a couple of times. “All right.”

“Good to go?” The Gryffindor inquired.

“Yeah.” Draco said and claimed Harry’s lips in a frenzied kiss. Harry groaned and ground his body once again against Draco’s. Harry broke the kiss and looked into the grey and silver eyes of his boyfriend.

“Lube?” The brunette asked, while playing with the blonde’s left nipple.

“Top drawer, bedside table.” Draco gasped.

Harry crawled off the blonde, ignoring Draco’s moan at the loss of body warmth and opened the drawer to pull out the jar of clear liquid. He returned to the blonde, straddling Draco’s thighs he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to the other’s lips.

He moved backwards to lie between the blonde’s legs and screwed off the jar lid. Taking some of the liquid onto his fingers he placed the jar on the bedside table. Harry rubbed his hands together to warm up the liquid and then moved his hand towards Draco’s arse.

Harry gently prodded at the entrance and Draco moaned appreciatively. Pushing one finger inside he stroked the inner walls tentatively. Drawing out the finger he pushed back in with two and then three, all while licking at Draco’s chest.

“Oh, gods yes…right there, please…Harry…” Draco cried out, he was hard again and wanted nothing more than to have Harry pound into him until they reached their limits.

“Ready?” Harry whispered.

“Yes…please, Harry…now.”

Harry pulled his fingers out and Draco moaned in loss yet again. Positioning himself, Harry slowly penetrated the blonde. The brunette stilled, when he was fully sheathed in his boyfriend. Draco moaned as the pain of intrusion mixed with the pleasure of being filled like this. Harry was panting hard, but still didn’t budge. Draco was sure that all the Gryffindor wanted to do was pound into him.

“You alright?” Harry croaked.

“Yeah. Just move already.” Draco ordered.

Harry smirked. “Your wish is my command.” And with that he pulled almost all the way out, only to thrust back in harder.

Draco mewled as Harry in one try hit his prostate and pleasure shot up his spine. “I’ll…yess…be sure…to remember that.” Harry pulled out again.

“I bet…you will.” The brunette ground out and pushed back in.

“Oh…gods…”

Harry set up a hard and slow pace; always pulling out slowly until only the head of his cock was inside and then thrust in hard. It was torture and it was pleasure, Draco mused. Harry was definitely much too good for a first timer. The brunette knew exactly what to do to make Draco’s body beg for more.

In an attempt to keep Harry inside of him and closer than he already was, Draco wound his legs around Harry’s waist and locked his ankles behind the brunette’s back. He arched his back and ground his arse into Harry’s pelvis, gasping as the brunette’s cock slid in to the hilt. Harry groaned and kissed the blonde frantically.

Suddenly Harry snaked his arms underneath Draco’s back and hauled the teen into an upright position. Harry leaned back on his haunches and placed Draco in his lap, cock still embedded in the blonde’s arse.

“Wha’?” Draco slurred.

“Want to ride me?” Harry crooned, nibbling on Draco’s collarbone.

“Gods…” The blonde whimpered as Harry lifted him up by the hips and then pulled him back down, impaling Draco on his erection. “Yes, just like that…”

“So tight…” Harry cried. “So hot…”

“Yes.” Draco smiled, arching his back and bucking his hips every single time Harry hit his prostate, Draco placed his hands on Harry’s shoulders, lifted himself up and pushed back down, setting the now nearly frantic pace.

Harry held onto Draco with one arm at the small of the blonde’s back, while trailing his other hand down the glistening chest. Soon Harry had grasped Draco’s cock and was stroking it in times with their thrusts.

They were reaching their climax. Giving one last tug to Draco’s erection, Harry kissed him and Draco came, screaming in pleasure. His internal walls clamped down on Harry’s cock and with one final thrust, Harry came inside his lover.

They collapsed onto the bed, with Harry resting on Draco’s chest. They panted harshly, having spent almost all of their energy reserves.

Slowly Harry rolled off Draco’s body and lay beside the blonde. He wrapped and arm around Draco’s waist and drew him close to his own body, chest to chest. Harry nuzzled Draco’s collarbone and kissed it gently. Draco sighed contently and curled his arms around Harry.

“Mmm…That was pretty damn good for your first time, Harry.” Draco appraised.

Harry chuckled. “Who said anything about this being my first time?”

“What? You’re not a virgin?”

“Did I ever say that?” Harry said amusedly.

“No, but I just haven’t heard about you shagging anyone.”

“Oh, that’s probably because I haven’t been with anyone from school.” Harry said casually.

“Then who and how many?” Draco sat up.

Harry just smiled.

“Come on, tell me.” The blonde whined, grabbed Harry by his shoulders and shook him.

The brunette laughed and batted Draco’s hands away. “All right, two people. That’s it.”

“Two?”

“Yeah.”

“Care to elaborate?” Draco whispered.

“Nope.” Harry grinned.

“Pwease?” Draco looked at his boyfriend with large pleading eyes.

“You can top next time.”

“Don’t change the subject, Harry.” The blonde said sourly.

Harry glanced at Draco, then he frowned. “Fine.” He pouted.

“And?”

“Promise not to make fun?”

Draco nodded.

Harry took a deep breath. “OliverWoodandGabrielDeLioncourt.” He blurted out rapidly.

Draco blinked, then did a double take. “What?” He blinked again. “Did you just say Oliver Wood?”

Harry fidgeted nervously. “Umm…yeah.”

“Wow.” Draco said awed. “And who is Gabriel Lioncur?”

“Gabriel De Lioncourt.” Harry corrected. “And he’s a Muggle. I met him in London during the summer before this year.”

“Aha. A Muggle?”

“Yes, a Muggle.” Harry sighed.

“Hmm.” Draco traced patterns on Harry‘s chest, while looking innocently at his lover. “What about Wood? When did you get together or was it just a one-nighter?”

“Hey, I’m no slut.” Harry objected. “We dated the summer before sixth year and a few weeks into the school year. We met again at one of his games for Puddlemere United.” The brunette blushed slightly.

“And then you two just hit it off?”

“Yeah.”

“Very interesting, I had wondered about him. If he was gay, I mean-”

“He’s bi.” Harry interrupted.

“Ah, all right then, bi-sexual. So what made you break it off?” Draco asked.

“We just didn’t have time, once I started Hogwarts again. Besides he was getting the eye from one of his team mates. They’re together now.”

“So he dumped you.” Draco stated, enraged that someone would have the gall to dump Harry, but then again, they wouldn’t be together now, if the two hadn’t broken up.

“No, it was mutual.” Harry said, to Draco it seemed that he was purposely leaving something out.

“What are you not telling me?”

Harry flushed bright red this time. “Umm…I really can’t tell you.”

“Oh? And what if I tickle you until you do?” Draco waggled his fingers threateningly, while sporting a devious smirk.

“Don’t you dare!” Harry exclaimed and tried to scoot as far away from the blonde as possible.

Draco’s smirk turned into a grin. “Oh, so you’re ticklish, are you?”

Harry shook his frantically. “No!”

“Ha! You are!” With that Draco quickly straddled the brunette and began to tickle his boyfriend mercilessly. “Talk!” He ordered.

“No.” Harry laughed between the tears that spread from his eyes.

“Then face death by tickling.” Draco grinned. “Tell me! Or I will continue.”

“I give, I give!” Harry yelled through his wheezing and huffing in the attempt to catch his breath. Draco stopped his attack, but didn’t get off the brunette.

“So…” The Slytherin said expectantly.

Harry looked into the grey eyes of his boyfriend. “I fancied…you by the time Oliver and I broke up.”

“Me? You’ve fancied me since sixth year?” Draco was flabbergasted.

“Yeah.” Harry whispered flustered.

“Wow. But you were with that Muggle just this summer. Did you stop fancying me the moment someone else came along?”

“No, but you had been a prick as always during that year. I might have fancied you, but you certainly didn’t fancy me. Gabriel made me concentrate on me, instead of you. Oh, and on him of course.”

“So you kept fancying me through all that?”

Harry nodded reluctantly.

Draco leaned in closer to Harry’s face. “Kiss me.”

The brunette smiled and touched his lips to Draco’s in a soft chaste kiss. When they parted, Draco said wickedly.

“Now I think I need another kiss to placate my weary mind. Too much has happened today.”

“Oh? What else has happened then?”

“My father came to visit.”

“So?” Harry asked puzzled.

“He was acting weird.”

“Okay…” The brunette cocked an eyebrow.

“Oh, stop it you prat! I know that you don’t particularly like him, but he is not weird.”

“Whatever you say.” Harry grinned amusedly.

“He was just acting strange…he wouldn’t tell me the real reason why he was limping. He just said that he had sprained his ankle.” Draco said dejectedly and hung his head.

“And you’re sure that he really didn’t sprain it?”

“My father knows how to heal such inferior ailments. No, it has too be something more serious.” The Slytherin contemplated.

“Hmm…” Harry suddenly looked away from the blonde, an uncomfortable expression on his face.

Draco started and grabbed Harry by his shoulders. “What? What do you know?”

“Nothing.” Harry said quickly, too quickly.

“You do know something, I can tell.” Draco glared. “Tell me. I’ll tickle you again, if you don‘t.” He demanded.

“I can’t, not this time, Draco. If you want to know, ask your father.” Harry said determinedly.

“But you know.” Draco’s eyes narrowed.

“…I‘m not sure what exactly…” Harry defended himself weakly. “Just ask your father again. It’s not really my place to tell.”

“Oh? And it was your place to tell me about my Godfather’s role in this war?” The Slytherin sneered sarcastically.

“He was there to defend himself.” Harry spat back. “He was going to tell you at some point anyway. He wanted to try and persuade you from joining Voldemort.” His voice turned into a low, secretive whisper.

Draco’s brows shot up to his hairline in surprise, then shook his head, laughing softly. “My Godfather really haven’t noticed it yet?” He muttered to himself and looked at Harry. “I’m not going to be a Death Eater, I don’t want to be one. Do you think that I would have even braved a relationship with you, if I was going to become a Death Eater?”

Harry shook his head, a sad smile spreading across his face. “Not unless you intended to hand me over to Voldemort on a silver platter.”

“Ah, but we Malfoys don’t do such cheap tricks.” Draco chided, then smirked mischievously. “You would have been served on a golden platter.”

Harry broke out in laughter at that. “You Malfoys would do that, wouldn’t you? Nothing less than the best.”

“Of course, then perhaps a diamond platter? Or an emerald platter to match your eyes?” The blonde suggested.

Harry chuckled, but suddenly he yawned and blinked tiredly.

“Can we sleep now?” He asked.

Draco looked aghast. “But I haven’t even had the chance to top yet.”

“Next time then.” Harry mumbled, snuggling into the embrace of his lover and the blankets.

“But…”

“Mmm”

“Aww, damn it.”

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