Fic: After Effect, Harry/Draco, NC-17, [Complete]
Title: After Effect
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: No one knew Draco had a daughter, but due to unfortunate circumstances surrounding the end of the War he'll have to bring her to school for his eighth year. Perhaps a bit of innocence can help to open eyes.
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter Eleven
Harry was busy rolling around on the floor of Draco and Carina’s bedroom, clutching his stomach as he laughed so hard that tears streamed down his cheeks. Ron and Carina watched in amusement while Draco determinedly ignored the spectacle. He was attempting to syphon the bright red dye out of his hair which had burst out of a small piece of Weasley candy Harry had given him.
“Ah, yes,” Ron sighed, pulling Carina into his lap. “Halloween: the greatest time of the year.”
“I think that one was a trick, Papa,” Carina giggled. Ron gave her a high five.
“I don’t see the humor.” Draco pulled his wand away from his once-again blond head and glared at his boyfriend.
“That’s because you couldn’t see your face,” Ron said. Harry, who had nearly calmed himself down, began laughing again. Draco frowned at Ron, who merely shrugged his shoulders. “And anyway, I think you should have left it. It would have been fun for tonight.”
“Tonight?” Draco said vaguely, opening his dresser to peer at himself in the mirror. He ran a hand through his hair, rearranging it. “What’s tonight?”
“The Halloween party!” Ron looked deeply affronted by Draco’s ignorance. “It’s outside since it’s still nice out. Everyone’s going.”
“By ‘everyone’ I assume you mean everyone I would be embarrassed to be seen with.”
Harry had finally managed to stop laughing and came up behind Draco, placing both hands on his hips. Draco tried to hide the shiver that moved through his whole body at the touch but Harry must have felt it because he laughed softly, so only Draco could hear. Draco bit the inside of his lip.
“Who would you wanna be seen with?” Harry asked sarcastically. Draco rolled his eyes and huffed.
“Not you.”
Harry laughed again and kissed Draco’s cheek.
“Get a room,” Ron called, holding a hand up to the side of his mouth. Carina giggled in his lap, though Draco strongly suspected she had no idea what that meant.
“You’re welcome to leave,” Harry said and Draco felt his face heat up. Ron snorted.
“Actually…” He stood up, hoisting Carina onto his hip with his hand supporting her bum. “Hermione wanted my help finishing up Draco’s costume for tonight.”
“Excuse me?” Draco spluttered. Again, Harry laughed, though this time his breath touched Draco’s neck. Harry had moved closer, his front nearly touching Draco’s back. Draco swallowed.
“How do you not know anything?” Ron sighed.
“Well I would if someone told me!”
“Hermione’s making your costume for the party tonight. She didn’t tell you?”
“No!”
Ron chuckled. “Must have been a reason.” He looked much too devious. Draco was suddenly nervous. What was she going to try and make him wear? “Well, I’ll catch you two later. Remember to use protection, kids.”
Before Draco could make a comment Ron had shut the door.
“I hope he gets eaten by the other Slytherins,” Draco mumbled. Harry pulled him by the hips until they were flush against each other and Draco could feel the beginning of Harry’s hardness on his arse. His body tingled.
“He has Carina,” Harry whispered.
“They won’t touch her. Just him.”
“But then they’d interrupt us.” He breathed this into Draco’s ear. Draco was trying with every ounce of willpower he possessed to stay in control of both his body and his thoughts but this was proving difficult.
“From what?” he managed shakily.
Instead of an answer he could understand Harry hissed something against his neck, eliciting a moan he couldn’t have held back even if he’d been ready.
“Isn’t that cheating?” he whimpered. Harry kissed his neck and chuckled.
“It’s cheating to look the way you do.” Very gently, almost as though he wasn’t aware he was doing it, but Draco knew he was, Harry rolled his hips, pressing his cock against Draco’s arse. Draco’s breath hitched. “It’s not fair that I can’t think about anything except touching you all day long. Or that watching you walk makes me hard.”
“Harry,” he said quietly, moving his hands to cover Harry’s. “Stop it. You don’t mean that…”
“Don’t I?” Harry kissed his neck again and nipped lightly. Draco groaned. “Sometimes I can’t believe I didn’t notice before. Everything about you drives me crazy, Draco.”
“Like what?”
Harry laughed and spun Draco around so they faced each other. Draco remembered when they first came to school and Harry was still a bit shorter than him. Not anymore. They were about the same height-Harry had maybe an inch on him. But contrary to what he would have thought, Draco rather liked that. He kind of liked Harry being in charge. He needed someone to be stronger than him right now.
“Your skin.” Harry ran a thumb across Draco’s cheekbone. “And your jaw.” He kissed Draco’s jawline, lingered there for a moment. Draco felt butterflies whirring around madly in his stomach. “God, and your collarbones.” Instead of kissing these as well Harry pushed him backwards until Draco’s legs touched the bed. He gently laid him down and crawled on top of him. Draco stared up at him, his breathing heavy, heart pounding, hands beginning to sweat. “I can’t concentrate on school anymore. All I do is think about you. And when you’re in class with me…” Draco watched, fascinated, as Harry began to lose control before his eyes. He leaned down and covered Draco’s lips with his own. The heat of the kiss was almost more than Draco could take. Harry was biting his lower lip and breathing into his mouth and Draco thought he might explode at any second. He turned his face away, but Harry only latched onto his neck instead. He groaned and involuntarily arched up.
“Wait… Harry…”
“I can’t,” Harry whined, bringing his hips down to meet Draco’s, rubbing their erections together through layers of clothing. Draco squeezed his eyes shut. “Please, just… I need…” He stopped talking and released a low moan, continuing the motion of his hips, speeding up incrementally. Harry’s loss of control was both endearing and extremely hot. And the fact that he’d done this to him… Draco bit his lip and pushed up, meeting Harry’s thrust. Harry’s head fell into the crook of Draco’s neck and he kissed him there.
Draco ran his hands through Harry’s hair, holding his head to his neck.
“What do you need?” he breathed. Harry groaned.
“Please… Let me touch you…”
Right now, Draco couldn’t imagine wanting anything more. Still, though, he’d never done anything with a man before, other than his messy fumblings with Harry… But Harry, who Draco was fairly certainly had never done this either, seemed not to care as he ran a hand down Draco’s hip and slipped between their moving bodies. As he undid the button and fly on Draco’s trousers with one hand he sat up, his lips red and swollen from kissing, and watched intently as he slipped Draco’s trousers down to mid-thigh.
Draco swallowed thickly, his cock throbbing in anticipation even as he shook with nerves.
Harry brought a hand to his cloth-covered erection and palmed him through the material. Draco’s eyes slipped closed and he arched into the touch, moaning weakly.
“You like that?” Harry whispered. And when had Harry Potter adopted such an aggressive demeanor? Not that Draco was complaining. In all honesty, he couldn’t imagine anything more arousing. He merely whimpered and nodded, arching up desperately. Harry rubbed him harder in response.
His fingers, already burning Draco through a layer of clothing, were playing with the waistband of his pants when there was a knock on the door. Draco gasped and his eyes flew open at the same time that Harry swore under his breath. They stared at each other for a long moment.
“Get off. Hurry.”
Harry looked at him for another moment, almost as though he was contemplating whether or not he should simply keep going, but another, more insistent knock on the door had him hopping off the bed, swearing again as he did so. He stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind himself.
Draco took a deep breath and tucked himself away, though it was difficult to do so, and grabbed his school robes to throw on in an attempt to hide his situation.
“Who is it?” he called as he rearranged his hair again in his dresser.
“Hermione,” came Hermione’s voice from the other side. “I have Carina. And something for you.”
Draco had to resist the urge to throw the door open and hex her into next week. He took a deep breath and walked casually over to the door, noting the sound of the shower starting in the bathroom. He smirked in spite of himself.
When he opened the door Carina came bounding inside, looking, he assumed, for Harry.
Indeed…
“Where’s Harry?” she asked, looking around the room in confusion.
“In the shower.”
Hermione raised a brow at him. He remained impassive. When she smiled to herself before walking further into the room, though, he was sure she knew what she’d interrupted.
“Sorry for barging in like this,” she said, sitting down on Carina’s bed with a small smirk, “but I need you to try your costume on.”
Draco huffed in annoyance. Seriously?
“I thought Ron was helping you with something. This couldn’t have waited?”
He knew he should have been a bit less obvious, but what was the point? She knew. And she knew he knew that she knew. He crossed his arms and glared at her.
“I’m afraid not. We need to make sure it fits. And I need to do a bit of measuring as well.”
Draco groaned but plopped down on his bed and crossed a leg over the other.
“Well, let’s get to it, then.”
Hermione smiled brightly and hopped up, fishing something out of the bag on her shoulder. Draco’s brows creased in confusion when she held a white pleather body suit out to him. He eyed it carefully before looking up at her.
“What is that supposed to be?”
She shook it in his face but he didn’t take it.
“It’s your costume!”
“And what in Merlin’s name am I supposed to be?”
“An angel!”
Draco nearly laughed but choked on his own spit instead. He looked up at her with wide eyes. Carina giggled.
“Is this supposed to be some kind of bad joke? Because it’s not funny.”
“No, it’s not a joke,” Hermione said, beginning to smile. “You’ll be a lovely angel with your hair and skin tone.”
“Oh, dear God, what have I done?” he mumbled, placing his face in his hands.
“Harry will love it,” Hermione said in a sing-song voice. Draco glared at her. The most heated snogging session of his life had been interrupted for this?
“About as much as he loved my red hair! He’ll be too busy rolling around on the floor laughing to do much else!”
“I think you’re wrong,” she said, and Draco wasn’t sure how he felt about the mischievous smirk on her face. “I think he’ll love it.”
Was he missing something? He watched her for a moment longer before snatching the horrendous costume from her hands and beginning to stalk over to the bathroom.
“No, wait!”
“What?”
“Don’t change in there! Harry will see you!”
“I thought you just said he’d love it-”
“Yes, but he can’t see it until tonight!”
Hermione pushed him behind the doors of his dresser and proceeded to sit down next to Carina on her bed. They both watched him expectantly. He glared at them both before acquiescing and slipping into the damn costume. He thanked Merlin his erection had flagged.
He had to admit, it fit him well. It accentuated all the right things on his body, too. Indeed, he couldn’t stop staring at himself in the mirror, turning every which way to admire himself from different angles.
“I’m glad you like it.” Hermione’s voice snapped him out of his perusal of his own body. He looked over at her, smiling slightly.
“Touché, Granger. I must admit, you were entirely right. I look stunning.”
Hermione snorted.
“Good. Now come here so I can measure your shoulders for wings.”
* * *
Harry sat next to Ron and Carina on a couch in the Gryffindor common room. There were a bunch of other students admiring each other’s costumes and preparing for the party. Seamus, he noted, was already acting a bit tipsy. He wondered whether someone would manage to sneak drinks into the party. The teachers weren’t supposed to be there, so he imagined that would only make sense.
He tried to imagine Draco drunk and chuckled.
Draco was currently in Harry’s room with Hermione, changing into his costume. Harry was much more excited than he cared to admit to see what his boyfriend was wearing. Hermione had assured him with a simple smirk that it would be something he’d enjoy. He’d tried to get it out of Ron but, to his surprise, his best friend refused to say anything.
Harry was a vampire. It wasn’t especially original, but he’d had fun making the costume anyway. Hermione had made him a pair of amazing teeth and done his makeup. He wore a Muggle suit and a cape that resembled something Snape would have worn in the worst way. Ron had taken to calling him Professor Snape, in fact.
Ron was dressed as a Chudley Cannons Quidditch player. He’d originally said he wanted to dress as Voldemort, much to Hermione’s dismay, but she’d talked him out of it, telling him it was too soon. Ron had rolled his eyes and mumbled something about the lack of a sense of humor at this school.
Carina, on the other hand, was dressed as a princess. Her dress, which Hermione had made, was extraordinary. She wore a tiara and extravagant makeup. Her blond hair was up in an elegant bun and Harry thought she was the very essence of the name Malfoy. Now he only wanted to see what Draco was wearing.
Just as the last few people were exiting the common room Harry heard footsteps on the stairs. He, Ron, and Carina all shifted in their seats to get a better look.
Hermione came down first, wearing a pair of Muggle jeans, a giant shirt, and, to Harry’s absolute astonishment, a pair of round glasses. Her hair was up in a very messy bun and on her forehead was a red lightning bolt-shaped scar drawn on in ink. Ron burst into laughter.
“What..?” Harry muttered, staring at her incredulously. She laughed and walked over, extending a hand. Harry shook it slowly.
“Harry Potter,” she said with a smirk.
“Sweet Merlin,” Ron wheezed, clutching at his stomach. “Hermione… You’re a genius… A genius...”
“Yes, I know,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “I’m also the savior of the Wizarding world, thank you very much. The boy who lived? The Chosen One?”
Carina was giggling madly next to him now as well.
“Where’s Draco?” Harry said with a laugh.
“He’s coming.” She leaned over and whispered, “And he looks hot.”
Harry’s cheeks burned and he looked past his doppelganger to the stairs, eagerly awaiting his boyfriend’s appearance.
A few seconds later there was the sound of steps on the stairs again. As soon as he caught sight of Draco Harry’s jaw dropped. He watched silently as Hermione went over to him and wrapped her arms around his middle. He smirked down at her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
His normally pale skin tone looked like porcelain in contrast to the white body suit he wore. His hair fell loosely around his face and it looked like Hermione had done his makeup. Harry couldn’t tell what she’d done, though. All he knew was that Draco’s gray eyes popped more than usual, his cheekbones were even more defined, his lips shimmered, and every inch of exposed skin seemed to glitter. Complete with the wings protruding from his back he looked ethereal.
Without thinking much about it Harry got off the couch and walked over. Hermione stepped away, smiling to herself. Harry placed his hands on Draco’s hips and pulled him close, raking his eyes over his boyfriend’s body. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, finally meeting Draco’s eyes. He was smiling shyly.
“You’re pretty hot yourself.”
“Draco,” he breathed, shaking his head. He couldn’t find the words. This was like something out of a dream. Was it even possible for people to look like that? A ridiculous thought flitted through his mind, that perhaps Draco had Veela blood, or maybe he wasn’t entirely human. How could he be?
He leaned in and brushed his lips against Draco’s lightly, afraid that he might taint him if he touched him too much. But he couldn’t help it. All he wanted to do was drag him back up to his room and explore him for hours. Touch him, kiss him, make him moan and writhe and sweat and glisten.
“If you’re quite finished ogling Draco we need to get to the party,” Ron said, laughter in his voice. Harry took one last look at Draco before turning around.
“Right. Let’s go.”
He saw Hermione wink at Draco, who rolled his eyes but smirked.
* * *
Indeed, there were drinks at the party. Plenty of them. Ron was gone within the first hour, Harry within the first two, and even Hermione got a little buzzed. She’d opted to take care of Carina, which had left Draco to down a few drinks himself. He was a bit tipsy by the time it neared midnight.
Hermione had taken Carina up to bed and come back down. Harry was grateful. He wanted to get Draco drunk.
He sidled up to him as a heavy beat began to play. The moonlight on the water reflected in Draco’s hair and Harry nuzzled it from behind. He planted his hands on Draco’s hips and pulled his pleather-clad arse against his already-hard cock, sighing happily at the sensation. Draco swayed his hips to the music, grinding back against Harry.
He’d lost his wings at some point during the night, so there was nothing to keep Harry from pressing his body fully against Draco and sucking on his sweaty neck.
“I want you,” he breathed, “so badly.”
Both were oblivious to the hundreds of students around them. They were the only people in the world at that moment, swaying to the beat, enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed together. Harry knew he was gripping Draco’s hips too tightly, but he couldn’t help it. He needed him close. Closer than physics would allow. He ran a hand up Draco’s stomach and back down, moving to the inside of Draco’s thigh and stilling there. Draco moaned rather loudly.
Harry could hear people talking, but their words didn’t register. In fact, they only made him more frustrated that he couldn’t have Draco alone on his bed right now.
“They’re fucking on the dance floor,” one girl said.
“Since when is Potter into that?”
“Is Malfoy a Veela?”
Harry chuckled at this last one, squeezing Draco’s thigh.
“Come with me,” he whispered. Draco’s hips stilled.
“Where?”
Harry pulled away and grabbed his hand, led him back to the castle and up to the seventh floor. He didn’t, however, take Draco to Gryffindor Tower. He took him to the stretch of wall where the Room of Requirement lay waiting to service students. Harry walked past three times and fairly dragged Draco inside when the door appeared.
If the Room had still been working properly there would have been wine and silk sheets and candles. But it wasn’t working properly, so there was no wine and the sheets weren’t silk. The bed was still gorgeous, though, and looked extremely comfortable. There was a fireplace and a few bottles of scented oil on a table.
“Harry…” Draco whispered. Harry came up behind him and kissed his shoulder.
“Lay on the bed, baby.” He could feel Draco shiver at the pet name and smiled to himself. He’d had a feeling Draco would enjoy that kind of thing-being doted on and obsessed over and worshipped. Draco complied, leaning back against the mountain of pillows and staring at Harry, his skin glimmering in the light of the fireplace.
Harry grabbed a bottle of lavender oil and climbed on the bed too, on top of Draco, and kissed him. When he pulled away Draco was breathing heavily. Harry set the bottle down on the bed and continued kissing the blond, down his neck, across his collarbone, onto the material of his costume. He kissed down his stomach and stopped at his hips, paying them special attention, before moving on, skirting around the edges of Draco’s obvious erection, down his thighs.
“You’re perfect,” he said, climbing back up Draco’s body and kissing his collarbone again. “Take the costume off.”
Were he not influenced by alcohol, it probably would have taken more persuading, but he was nearing inebriation, and so he flipped onto his stomach and gave Harry access to the zipper. Harry’s hands shook as he slowly dragged it down, over his back, until it stopped just above the swell of Draco’s arse.
He leaned over and kissed his back before helping Draco to pull his arms out, and then his legs. Harry threw the costume over the side of the bed and looked at the boy beneath him, lost for words. Draco was breathtaking. There was definitely some kind of glitter covering every inch of his skin because he was glistening in the soft light of the room. Something about being fully clothed with a completely naked, shimmering, hard and wanting Draco beneath him drove Harry wild. He flipped Draco back over and crawled on top of him, attaching his lips to Draco’s stomach and sucking. Draco’s hands quickly found his hair and tugged.
Harry thought he could have done this forever. Explored Draco’s perfect body. Tasted him. But he was becoming achingly hard himself and self-control was something he simply didn’t have, especially with the alcohol in his system.
He unbuttoned and unzipped himself as he kissed along Draco’s jawline, palming himself through his pants before shoving both his trousers and boxers down to mid-thigh. Draco stared longingly at Harry’s cock and Harry moaned at the sight.
“What do you want?” he breathed. Draco looked up at him, his gray eyes wide and hopeful.
“Touch me.”
Harry didn’t need telling twice. He wrapped his hand, for the first time, around Draco’s cock and groaned at the sensation. Draco’s head fell back against the pillows and he whimpered, arching himself off the bed and into Harry’s hand.
Harry, keeping his hand on Draco’s cock, leaned forward and buried his face in Draco’s neck. He hissed, excited to finally have the opportunity to send Draco over the edge using this against him. Draco practically wailed, his hips bucking uncontrollably. Harry used his other hand to press firmly on Draco’s hip, forcing him to stop.
“Harry, please,” he whispered. Harry smirked.
“Please what?”
Draco whimpered. Harry held fast, squeezing his cock more tightly.
“Please.”
“Tell me what you want, Draco.”
Draco tried once more to arch up but Harry wouldn’t let him. He nipped at Draco’s jaw.
“Tell me what you want, Draco. Talk to me.”
“Make me come,” he said finally, and Harry had to bite back a groan. “Make me scream, Harry, please, I need you!”
Harry swore under his breath as he reached for the bottle of oil resting next to his knee on the bed. He poured a generous amount onto his hand and then ran it over Draco’s body. It was fascinating to watch, the way it dripped down his sides and pooled in his belly button. Harry spread it over his own cock and Draco’s, warming it up, before moving between Draco’s parted legs and bringing their erections together.
Draco arched up off the bed again and a high-pitched moan left his mouth. Harry gasped.
“Fuck.” He wrapped a hand around both of them and squeezed. Draco keened. “Fuck, Draco.”
He didn’t allow himself a moment to regain control. He couldn’t. His hand was already moving of its own accord over both their cocks, his hips moving in time with Draco’s so they slid against each other, creating unbelievable friction. Draco was moaning constantly now, sounding almost like he was crying. But he was saying Harry’s name on every other breath.
“Tell me,” Draco gasped, clutching suddenly at Harry’s biceps. “Tell me to come.”
Harry growled low in his throat, burying his face in Draco’s sweaty neck. He bit down hard.
“Come for me, Draco.” Draco moaned again, more loudly, but he didn’t come. “Come, Draco.” Harry sped his hand up, afraid he might lose himself before Draco. But then he hissed the order in Parseltongue, harshly, slamming his hips against Draco’s at the same time, and Draco’s body convulsed beneath him. Harry came soon after, rocking against Draco’s body as he rode out wave after wave of pleasure.
When the high of the orgasm began to fade Harry dropped down next to him on the bed and pulled him close. Draco buried his face in Harry’s neck. Harry maneuvered the covers out from under them and pulled them up over their cooling bodies.
“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered. Draco merely nodded and shuffled closer, if that was possible. He moved a leg between Harry’s.
In his head, Harry thought the words, I love you, but he didn’t let himself say them. He wasn’t drunk enough. But the fact that they even crossed his mind made him wonder.
He could smell Draco’s hair and the cologne he’d worn for tonight. His senses were filled with Draco and he felt completely safe, completely at home. He carefully slipped out of his own clothes and snuggled up to Draco, loving the feel of their naked bodies together. Draco giggled and kissed Harry’s neck.
“G’night, baby,” Harry whispered. Draco didn’t say anything, only tightened his embrace around Harry. Harry smiled to himself, closed his eyes, and snuggled closer to the warm boy next to him.
Link to Chapter Twelve
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: No one knew Draco had a daughter, but due to unfortunate circumstances surrounding the end of the War he'll have to bring her to school for his eighth year. Perhaps a bit of innocence can help to open eyes.
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter Eleven
Harry was busy rolling around on the floor of Draco and Carina’s bedroom, clutching his stomach as he laughed so hard that tears streamed down his cheeks. Ron and Carina watched in amusement while Draco determinedly ignored the spectacle. He was attempting to syphon the bright red dye out of his hair which had burst out of a small piece of Weasley candy Harry had given him.
“Ah, yes,” Ron sighed, pulling Carina into his lap. “Halloween: the greatest time of the year.”
“I think that one was a trick, Papa,” Carina giggled. Ron gave her a high five.
“I don’t see the humor.” Draco pulled his wand away from his once-again blond head and glared at his boyfriend.
“That’s because you couldn’t see your face,” Ron said. Harry, who had nearly calmed himself down, began laughing again. Draco frowned at Ron, who merely shrugged his shoulders. “And anyway, I think you should have left it. It would have been fun for tonight.”
“Tonight?” Draco said vaguely, opening his dresser to peer at himself in the mirror. He ran a hand through his hair, rearranging it. “What’s tonight?”
“The Halloween party!” Ron looked deeply affronted by Draco’s ignorance. “It’s outside since it’s still nice out. Everyone’s going.”
“By ‘everyone’ I assume you mean everyone I would be embarrassed to be seen with.”
Harry had finally managed to stop laughing and came up behind Draco, placing both hands on his hips. Draco tried to hide the shiver that moved through his whole body at the touch but Harry must have felt it because he laughed softly, so only Draco could hear. Draco bit the inside of his lip.
“Who would you wanna be seen with?” Harry asked sarcastically. Draco rolled his eyes and huffed.
“Not you.”
Harry laughed again and kissed Draco’s cheek.
“Get a room,” Ron called, holding a hand up to the side of his mouth. Carina giggled in his lap, though Draco strongly suspected she had no idea what that meant.
“You’re welcome to leave,” Harry said and Draco felt his face heat up. Ron snorted.
“Actually…” He stood up, hoisting Carina onto his hip with his hand supporting her bum. “Hermione wanted my help finishing up Draco’s costume for tonight.”
“Excuse me?” Draco spluttered. Again, Harry laughed, though this time his breath touched Draco’s neck. Harry had moved closer, his front nearly touching Draco’s back. Draco swallowed.
“How do you not know anything?” Ron sighed.
“Well I would if someone told me!”
“Hermione’s making your costume for the party tonight. She didn’t tell you?”
“No!”
Ron chuckled. “Must have been a reason.” He looked much too devious. Draco was suddenly nervous. What was she going to try and make him wear? “Well, I’ll catch you two later. Remember to use protection, kids.”
Before Draco could make a comment Ron had shut the door.
“I hope he gets eaten by the other Slytherins,” Draco mumbled. Harry pulled him by the hips until they were flush against each other and Draco could feel the beginning of Harry’s hardness on his arse. His body tingled.
“He has Carina,” Harry whispered.
“They won’t touch her. Just him.”
“But then they’d interrupt us.” He breathed this into Draco’s ear. Draco was trying with every ounce of willpower he possessed to stay in control of both his body and his thoughts but this was proving difficult.
“From what?” he managed shakily.
Instead of an answer he could understand Harry hissed something against his neck, eliciting a moan he couldn’t have held back even if he’d been ready.
“Isn’t that cheating?” he whimpered. Harry kissed his neck and chuckled.
“It’s cheating to look the way you do.” Very gently, almost as though he wasn’t aware he was doing it, but Draco knew he was, Harry rolled his hips, pressing his cock against Draco’s arse. Draco’s breath hitched. “It’s not fair that I can’t think about anything except touching you all day long. Or that watching you walk makes me hard.”
“Harry,” he said quietly, moving his hands to cover Harry’s. “Stop it. You don’t mean that…”
“Don’t I?” Harry kissed his neck again and nipped lightly. Draco groaned. “Sometimes I can’t believe I didn’t notice before. Everything about you drives me crazy, Draco.”
“Like what?”
Harry laughed and spun Draco around so they faced each other. Draco remembered when they first came to school and Harry was still a bit shorter than him. Not anymore. They were about the same height-Harry had maybe an inch on him. But contrary to what he would have thought, Draco rather liked that. He kind of liked Harry being in charge. He needed someone to be stronger than him right now.
“Your skin.” Harry ran a thumb across Draco’s cheekbone. “And your jaw.” He kissed Draco’s jawline, lingered there for a moment. Draco felt butterflies whirring around madly in his stomach. “God, and your collarbones.” Instead of kissing these as well Harry pushed him backwards until Draco’s legs touched the bed. He gently laid him down and crawled on top of him. Draco stared up at him, his breathing heavy, heart pounding, hands beginning to sweat. “I can’t concentrate on school anymore. All I do is think about you. And when you’re in class with me…” Draco watched, fascinated, as Harry began to lose control before his eyes. He leaned down and covered Draco’s lips with his own. The heat of the kiss was almost more than Draco could take. Harry was biting his lower lip and breathing into his mouth and Draco thought he might explode at any second. He turned his face away, but Harry only latched onto his neck instead. He groaned and involuntarily arched up.
“Wait… Harry…”
“I can’t,” Harry whined, bringing his hips down to meet Draco’s, rubbing their erections together through layers of clothing. Draco squeezed his eyes shut. “Please, just… I need…” He stopped talking and released a low moan, continuing the motion of his hips, speeding up incrementally. Harry’s loss of control was both endearing and extremely hot. And the fact that he’d done this to him… Draco bit his lip and pushed up, meeting Harry’s thrust. Harry’s head fell into the crook of Draco’s neck and he kissed him there.
Draco ran his hands through Harry’s hair, holding his head to his neck.
“What do you need?” he breathed. Harry groaned.
“Please… Let me touch you…”
Right now, Draco couldn’t imagine wanting anything more. Still, though, he’d never done anything with a man before, other than his messy fumblings with Harry… But Harry, who Draco was fairly certainly had never done this either, seemed not to care as he ran a hand down Draco’s hip and slipped between their moving bodies. As he undid the button and fly on Draco’s trousers with one hand he sat up, his lips red and swollen from kissing, and watched intently as he slipped Draco’s trousers down to mid-thigh.
Draco swallowed thickly, his cock throbbing in anticipation even as he shook with nerves.
Harry brought a hand to his cloth-covered erection and palmed him through the material. Draco’s eyes slipped closed and he arched into the touch, moaning weakly.
“You like that?” Harry whispered. And when had Harry Potter adopted such an aggressive demeanor? Not that Draco was complaining. In all honesty, he couldn’t imagine anything more arousing. He merely whimpered and nodded, arching up desperately. Harry rubbed him harder in response.
His fingers, already burning Draco through a layer of clothing, were playing with the waistband of his pants when there was a knock on the door. Draco gasped and his eyes flew open at the same time that Harry swore under his breath. They stared at each other for a long moment.
“Get off. Hurry.”
Harry looked at him for another moment, almost as though he was contemplating whether or not he should simply keep going, but another, more insistent knock on the door had him hopping off the bed, swearing again as he did so. He stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind himself.
Draco took a deep breath and tucked himself away, though it was difficult to do so, and grabbed his school robes to throw on in an attempt to hide his situation.
“Who is it?” he called as he rearranged his hair again in his dresser.
“Hermione,” came Hermione’s voice from the other side. “I have Carina. And something for you.”
Draco had to resist the urge to throw the door open and hex her into next week. He took a deep breath and walked casually over to the door, noting the sound of the shower starting in the bathroom. He smirked in spite of himself.
When he opened the door Carina came bounding inside, looking, he assumed, for Harry.
Indeed…
“Where’s Harry?” she asked, looking around the room in confusion.
“In the shower.”
Hermione raised a brow at him. He remained impassive. When she smiled to herself before walking further into the room, though, he was sure she knew what she’d interrupted.
“Sorry for barging in like this,” she said, sitting down on Carina’s bed with a small smirk, “but I need you to try your costume on.”
Draco huffed in annoyance. Seriously?
“I thought Ron was helping you with something. This couldn’t have waited?”
He knew he should have been a bit less obvious, but what was the point? She knew. And she knew he knew that she knew. He crossed his arms and glared at her.
“I’m afraid not. We need to make sure it fits. And I need to do a bit of measuring as well.”
Draco groaned but plopped down on his bed and crossed a leg over the other.
“Well, let’s get to it, then.”
Hermione smiled brightly and hopped up, fishing something out of the bag on her shoulder. Draco’s brows creased in confusion when she held a white pleather body suit out to him. He eyed it carefully before looking up at her.
“What is that supposed to be?”
She shook it in his face but he didn’t take it.
“It’s your costume!”
“And what in Merlin’s name am I supposed to be?”
“An angel!”
Draco nearly laughed but choked on his own spit instead. He looked up at her with wide eyes. Carina giggled.
“Is this supposed to be some kind of bad joke? Because it’s not funny.”
“No, it’s not a joke,” Hermione said, beginning to smile. “You’ll be a lovely angel with your hair and skin tone.”
“Oh, dear God, what have I done?” he mumbled, placing his face in his hands.
“Harry will love it,” Hermione said in a sing-song voice. Draco glared at her. The most heated snogging session of his life had been interrupted for this?
“About as much as he loved my red hair! He’ll be too busy rolling around on the floor laughing to do much else!”
“I think you’re wrong,” she said, and Draco wasn’t sure how he felt about the mischievous smirk on her face. “I think he’ll love it.”
Was he missing something? He watched her for a moment longer before snatching the horrendous costume from her hands and beginning to stalk over to the bathroom.
“No, wait!”
“What?”
“Don’t change in there! Harry will see you!”
“I thought you just said he’d love it-”
“Yes, but he can’t see it until tonight!”
Hermione pushed him behind the doors of his dresser and proceeded to sit down next to Carina on her bed. They both watched him expectantly. He glared at them both before acquiescing and slipping into the damn costume. He thanked Merlin his erection had flagged.
He had to admit, it fit him well. It accentuated all the right things on his body, too. Indeed, he couldn’t stop staring at himself in the mirror, turning every which way to admire himself from different angles.
“I’m glad you like it.” Hermione’s voice snapped him out of his perusal of his own body. He looked over at her, smiling slightly.
“Touché, Granger. I must admit, you were entirely right. I look stunning.”
Hermione snorted.
“Good. Now come here so I can measure your shoulders for wings.”
* * *
Harry sat next to Ron and Carina on a couch in the Gryffindor common room. There were a bunch of other students admiring each other’s costumes and preparing for the party. Seamus, he noted, was already acting a bit tipsy. He wondered whether someone would manage to sneak drinks into the party. The teachers weren’t supposed to be there, so he imagined that would only make sense.
He tried to imagine Draco drunk and chuckled.
Draco was currently in Harry’s room with Hermione, changing into his costume. Harry was much more excited than he cared to admit to see what his boyfriend was wearing. Hermione had assured him with a simple smirk that it would be something he’d enjoy. He’d tried to get it out of Ron but, to his surprise, his best friend refused to say anything.
Harry was a vampire. It wasn’t especially original, but he’d had fun making the costume anyway. Hermione had made him a pair of amazing teeth and done his makeup. He wore a Muggle suit and a cape that resembled something Snape would have worn in the worst way. Ron had taken to calling him Professor Snape, in fact.
Ron was dressed as a Chudley Cannons Quidditch player. He’d originally said he wanted to dress as Voldemort, much to Hermione’s dismay, but she’d talked him out of it, telling him it was too soon. Ron had rolled his eyes and mumbled something about the lack of a sense of humor at this school.
Carina, on the other hand, was dressed as a princess. Her dress, which Hermione had made, was extraordinary. She wore a tiara and extravagant makeup. Her blond hair was up in an elegant bun and Harry thought she was the very essence of the name Malfoy. Now he only wanted to see what Draco was wearing.
Just as the last few people were exiting the common room Harry heard footsteps on the stairs. He, Ron, and Carina all shifted in their seats to get a better look.
Hermione came down first, wearing a pair of Muggle jeans, a giant shirt, and, to Harry’s absolute astonishment, a pair of round glasses. Her hair was up in a very messy bun and on her forehead was a red lightning bolt-shaped scar drawn on in ink. Ron burst into laughter.
“What..?” Harry muttered, staring at her incredulously. She laughed and walked over, extending a hand. Harry shook it slowly.
“Harry Potter,” she said with a smirk.
“Sweet Merlin,” Ron wheezed, clutching at his stomach. “Hermione… You’re a genius… A genius...”
“Yes, I know,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “I’m also the savior of the Wizarding world, thank you very much. The boy who lived? The Chosen One?”
Carina was giggling madly next to him now as well.
“Where’s Draco?” Harry said with a laugh.
“He’s coming.” She leaned over and whispered, “And he looks hot.”
Harry’s cheeks burned and he looked past his doppelganger to the stairs, eagerly awaiting his boyfriend’s appearance.
A few seconds later there was the sound of steps on the stairs again. As soon as he caught sight of Draco Harry’s jaw dropped. He watched silently as Hermione went over to him and wrapped her arms around his middle. He smirked down at her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
His normally pale skin tone looked like porcelain in contrast to the white body suit he wore. His hair fell loosely around his face and it looked like Hermione had done his makeup. Harry couldn’t tell what she’d done, though. All he knew was that Draco’s gray eyes popped more than usual, his cheekbones were even more defined, his lips shimmered, and every inch of exposed skin seemed to glitter. Complete with the wings protruding from his back he looked ethereal.
Without thinking much about it Harry got off the couch and walked over. Hermione stepped away, smiling to herself. Harry placed his hands on Draco’s hips and pulled him close, raking his eyes over his boyfriend’s body. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, finally meeting Draco’s eyes. He was smiling shyly.
“You’re pretty hot yourself.”
“Draco,” he breathed, shaking his head. He couldn’t find the words. This was like something out of a dream. Was it even possible for people to look like that? A ridiculous thought flitted through his mind, that perhaps Draco had Veela blood, or maybe he wasn’t entirely human. How could he be?
He leaned in and brushed his lips against Draco’s lightly, afraid that he might taint him if he touched him too much. But he couldn’t help it. All he wanted to do was drag him back up to his room and explore him for hours. Touch him, kiss him, make him moan and writhe and sweat and glisten.
“If you’re quite finished ogling Draco we need to get to the party,” Ron said, laughter in his voice. Harry took one last look at Draco before turning around.
“Right. Let’s go.”
He saw Hermione wink at Draco, who rolled his eyes but smirked.
* * *
Indeed, there were drinks at the party. Plenty of them. Ron was gone within the first hour, Harry within the first two, and even Hermione got a little buzzed. She’d opted to take care of Carina, which had left Draco to down a few drinks himself. He was a bit tipsy by the time it neared midnight.
Hermione had taken Carina up to bed and come back down. Harry was grateful. He wanted to get Draco drunk.
He sidled up to him as a heavy beat began to play. The moonlight on the water reflected in Draco’s hair and Harry nuzzled it from behind. He planted his hands on Draco’s hips and pulled his pleather-clad arse against his already-hard cock, sighing happily at the sensation. Draco swayed his hips to the music, grinding back against Harry.
He’d lost his wings at some point during the night, so there was nothing to keep Harry from pressing his body fully against Draco and sucking on his sweaty neck.
“I want you,” he breathed, “so badly.”
Both were oblivious to the hundreds of students around them. They were the only people in the world at that moment, swaying to the beat, enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed together. Harry knew he was gripping Draco’s hips too tightly, but he couldn’t help it. He needed him close. Closer than physics would allow. He ran a hand up Draco’s stomach and back down, moving to the inside of Draco’s thigh and stilling there. Draco moaned rather loudly.
Harry could hear people talking, but their words didn’t register. In fact, they only made him more frustrated that he couldn’t have Draco alone on his bed right now.
“They’re fucking on the dance floor,” one girl said.
“Since when is Potter into that?”
“Is Malfoy a Veela?”
Harry chuckled at this last one, squeezing Draco’s thigh.
“Come with me,” he whispered. Draco’s hips stilled.
“Where?”
Harry pulled away and grabbed his hand, led him back to the castle and up to the seventh floor. He didn’t, however, take Draco to Gryffindor Tower. He took him to the stretch of wall where the Room of Requirement lay waiting to service students. Harry walked past three times and fairly dragged Draco inside when the door appeared.
If the Room had still been working properly there would have been wine and silk sheets and candles. But it wasn’t working properly, so there was no wine and the sheets weren’t silk. The bed was still gorgeous, though, and looked extremely comfortable. There was a fireplace and a few bottles of scented oil on a table.
“Harry…” Draco whispered. Harry came up behind him and kissed his shoulder.
“Lay on the bed, baby.” He could feel Draco shiver at the pet name and smiled to himself. He’d had a feeling Draco would enjoy that kind of thing-being doted on and obsessed over and worshipped. Draco complied, leaning back against the mountain of pillows and staring at Harry, his skin glimmering in the light of the fireplace.
Harry grabbed a bottle of lavender oil and climbed on the bed too, on top of Draco, and kissed him. When he pulled away Draco was breathing heavily. Harry set the bottle down on the bed and continued kissing the blond, down his neck, across his collarbone, onto the material of his costume. He kissed down his stomach and stopped at his hips, paying them special attention, before moving on, skirting around the edges of Draco’s obvious erection, down his thighs.
“You’re perfect,” he said, climbing back up Draco’s body and kissing his collarbone again. “Take the costume off.”
Were he not influenced by alcohol, it probably would have taken more persuading, but he was nearing inebriation, and so he flipped onto his stomach and gave Harry access to the zipper. Harry’s hands shook as he slowly dragged it down, over his back, until it stopped just above the swell of Draco’s arse.
He leaned over and kissed his back before helping Draco to pull his arms out, and then his legs. Harry threw the costume over the side of the bed and looked at the boy beneath him, lost for words. Draco was breathtaking. There was definitely some kind of glitter covering every inch of his skin because he was glistening in the soft light of the room. Something about being fully clothed with a completely naked, shimmering, hard and wanting Draco beneath him drove Harry wild. He flipped Draco back over and crawled on top of him, attaching his lips to Draco’s stomach and sucking. Draco’s hands quickly found his hair and tugged.
Harry thought he could have done this forever. Explored Draco’s perfect body. Tasted him. But he was becoming achingly hard himself and self-control was something he simply didn’t have, especially with the alcohol in his system.
He unbuttoned and unzipped himself as he kissed along Draco’s jawline, palming himself through his pants before shoving both his trousers and boxers down to mid-thigh. Draco stared longingly at Harry’s cock and Harry moaned at the sight.
“What do you want?” he breathed. Draco looked up at him, his gray eyes wide and hopeful.
“Touch me.”
Harry didn’t need telling twice. He wrapped his hand, for the first time, around Draco’s cock and groaned at the sensation. Draco’s head fell back against the pillows and he whimpered, arching himself off the bed and into Harry’s hand.
Harry, keeping his hand on Draco’s cock, leaned forward and buried his face in Draco’s neck. He hissed, excited to finally have the opportunity to send Draco over the edge using this against him. Draco practically wailed, his hips bucking uncontrollably. Harry used his other hand to press firmly on Draco’s hip, forcing him to stop.
“Harry, please,” he whispered. Harry smirked.
“Please what?”
Draco whimpered. Harry held fast, squeezing his cock more tightly.
“Please.”
“Tell me what you want, Draco.”
Draco tried once more to arch up but Harry wouldn’t let him. He nipped at Draco’s jaw.
“Tell me what you want, Draco. Talk to me.”
“Make me come,” he said finally, and Harry had to bite back a groan. “Make me scream, Harry, please, I need you!”
Harry swore under his breath as he reached for the bottle of oil resting next to his knee on the bed. He poured a generous amount onto his hand and then ran it over Draco’s body. It was fascinating to watch, the way it dripped down his sides and pooled in his belly button. Harry spread it over his own cock and Draco’s, warming it up, before moving between Draco’s parted legs and bringing their erections together.
Draco arched up off the bed again and a high-pitched moan left his mouth. Harry gasped.
“Fuck.” He wrapped a hand around both of them and squeezed. Draco keened. “Fuck, Draco.”
He didn’t allow himself a moment to regain control. He couldn’t. His hand was already moving of its own accord over both their cocks, his hips moving in time with Draco’s so they slid against each other, creating unbelievable friction. Draco was moaning constantly now, sounding almost like he was crying. But he was saying Harry’s name on every other breath.
“Tell me,” Draco gasped, clutching suddenly at Harry’s biceps. “Tell me to come.”
Harry growled low in his throat, burying his face in Draco’s sweaty neck. He bit down hard.
“Come for me, Draco.” Draco moaned again, more loudly, but he didn’t come. “Come, Draco.” Harry sped his hand up, afraid he might lose himself before Draco. But then he hissed the order in Parseltongue, harshly, slamming his hips against Draco’s at the same time, and Draco’s body convulsed beneath him. Harry came soon after, rocking against Draco’s body as he rode out wave after wave of pleasure.
When the high of the orgasm began to fade Harry dropped down next to him on the bed and pulled him close. Draco buried his face in Harry’s neck. Harry maneuvered the covers out from under them and pulled them up over their cooling bodies.
“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered. Draco merely nodded and shuffled closer, if that was possible. He moved a leg between Harry’s.
In his head, Harry thought the words, I love you, but he didn’t let himself say them. He wasn’t drunk enough. But the fact that they even crossed his mind made him wonder.
He could smell Draco’s hair and the cologne he’d worn for tonight. His senses were filled with Draco and he felt completely safe, completely at home. He carefully slipped out of his own clothes and snuggled up to Draco, loving the feel of their naked bodies together. Draco giggled and kissed Harry’s neck.
“G’night, baby,” Harry whispered. Draco didn’t say anything, only tightened his embrace around Harry. Harry smiled to himself, closed his eyes, and snuggled closer to the warm boy next to him.
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