Fic: The Balcony Scene
This was my absolute first fic that I ever wrote! I was pretty proud of being able to keep some of their personalities in tact during the balcony scene (which, coincidentally, was plagiarized a few months after I posted it). Oh well, it's still one of my favorites :)

Title: The Balcony Scene, in five parts
Author: Aeowen, aeowenwrites @ gmail.com
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: NC-17 for the whole series
Categories: Romance, PWP
Disclaimer: This story is based on fictional characters that exist in a fictional world created by J.K. Rowling’s genius. JKR conceived of and owns the Harry Potter world and its denizens, and I have no intention of taking them away from her. I gain nothing monetary from this.
Summary: After an unexpected conversation that has surprising results, Harry and Draco find themselves falling into some sort of relationship. It all begins with a scene that takes place on a balcony, and leads to something special.
Author’s note: This series was written before the release of OoP.


Draco Malfoy wandered into the hotel lobby and sat on one of the plush couches. He picked up a magazine but didn’t read it. Instead, he grinned at nothing in particular, reliving recent events in his mind.
He, along with 15 other Hogwarts students, was attending an international conference on magic studies in the United States, L.A. to be specific. Four representatives from each Hogwarts house, two sixth-years and two seventh-years, had been chosen to attend based on grades. The hotel was nice and looked out at the ocean. It was run by wizards and probably a few squibs, too. Draco made a face at the thought. Still, most of the guests appeared to be there for the conference, which made for some good social times. In fact, he had just had a charming evening with a delicate looking boy from Beauxbatons.
Dinner had led to going back to the French boy’s room, which of course had led to kissing, groping, and other things…Draco grinned again. They had ended up on the bed giving each other head at the same time. The boy, whatever his name was, turned out to be rather talented in that area and Draco felt wonderful after such an explosive orgasm. He probably wouldn’t see the boy again, which didn’t bother him in the slightest. They were leaving tomorrow for England, and his father would never find out.
He always felt energized after a good orgasm, which was why it was midnight and he was wandering around the hotel, reluctant to return to his room where he would undoubtedly find a snoring roommate. Restless again, he wandered out towards the balcony. He nearly turned around when he saw who was on the balcony, staring at the dark ocean and apparently oblivious to anything else. Instead, he paused and inserted the patented sneer into his voice.
“You shouldn’t turn your back so much, Potter, someone might see it as a good target.” Of course, Saint Potter *had* to be one of the Gryffindors chosen to attend. Him and that mudblood Granger.
“Why?” Harry replied. “Were you going to take a swing at me? Or is that too physical for you? Just curse me instead?” The boy whose hair melted into the night still hadn’t turned around. He was leaning on the rail with an air of casualness and was still watching the ocean in the darkness.
“Are you saying that I wouldn’t, Potter?” His voice was full of malice and he almost spat out his name.
“Well,” Harry replied, “we both know your father is a Death Eater, but in all honesty, I don’t think you’re as bad as that. You can be mean, bigoted, and downright petty, but you’ve never shown the inclination to join Voldemort, which, by the way, is the reason you’re here.”
Draco tensed at this statement, but Harry continued before he could answer.
“I don’t blame you, though. Slytherins are ambitious, shrewd, calculating, and intelligent. Scraping on the ground at another man’s feet doesn’t quite fit with that.”
Draco moved next to the other boy and placed his hand on the rail. He wasn’t sure what to reply to this, so he just stared at Harry until the boy turned to look at him. Harry met his eyes for a moment and then turned back to the sea. The youngest Malfoy realized that Harry wasn’t going to react to him. It crossed his mind that this boy was as comfortable as anyone could be around dark wizards.
For a while, the two boys stood on the balcony, listening to the waves crash against the sand. Draco wasn’t sure why, but suddenly his rival felt very…comfortable. At least he knew Potter wouldn’t attack him.
Harry broke the silence. His voice was soft, but sure. “You know, Draco, there’s always help if you need it. I’m not suggesting that you’re weak. You’re not. But Lucius Malfoy and Voldemort are a nasty combination to deal with. When you turn 17, you’ll be asked to join the Dark Lord’s side.” Draco tensed at these words. He didn’t like where this was heading. “Draco, I just want you to know that you don’t have to. I’m living proof that Dumbledore can protect people from Voldemort and his goons.”
“Why are you telling me this, Potter? Don’t you know that I’m past that? I was raised by my father to follow his footsteps.”
“There’s always another chance, Draco. Always…And I’d rather minimize the number of fellow classmates that I have to face in battle. And Draco, this conversation won’t change what would happen. If we met in battle, I would still throw curses with deadly aim. In that situation, I wouldn’t risk everything I love because you *might* be savable.” Harry continued to look out into the blackness.
Draco was shaken; he was glad that it was dark. He had dueled with Potter many times over the years. The boy’s skills were increasing at an amazing rate. He admitted, if only to himself, that he was no match for Potter.
He shuddered when he thought about his future. His father had begun to increase his lessons in the dark arts. He was learning to apparate illegally now. His father had told him in no uncertain terms that he would have to apparate to the Dark Lord’s side to receive the Mark and that he would be severely disappointed if he couldn’t.
Harry interrupted his thoughts. “How’d your evening with that Beauxbatons boy go?”
“How did you know about that?”
“You were eating together. I saw you head up to the Beauxbatons sections of rooms.”
Draco snorted. “I didn’t realize you were so observant, Potter. Perhaps I should be more secretive in the future. Or were you watching me for another reason?” ~Did Potter just smile?~
“No, I’ve just been trained to be observant, that’s all. It’s not like much gets past Snape anyway.” They both snorted. The potions master made a strict chaperone.
They were silent for a few minutes and then Harry spoke. “Draco, do you really find such, random and, um, brief trysts to be satisfying?”
Draco shrugged. “It’s what I do. It’s what Malfoy’s do. Why?”
“Just curious. I mean, you’ve never dated anyone back at Hogwarts, just slept with whoever seems to meet your fancy. Anytime you keep something going, it just seems to be for sex, nothing more.”
“Is there a point to this, Potter. Or does my lifestyle insult your sensibilities? Wait, I’ve heard that muggles have problems with same-sex relationships. You’re not like that are you?”
“Hmph. No, I like both genders, actually. It’s just that, with such fleeting relationships, aren’t you ever…lonely? Always keeping people at a distance? Don’t you ever want to know that you’ll be waking up next to someone a year from now?”
Draco stared at the raven haired boy. ~Why did Harry bring that up? And when did he become Harry and not Potter? Crap.~
Harry took Draco’s silence as stubbornness and shrugged and turned back to the sea.
“Why are you out here anyway, Harry? It’s past midnight.” Harry blinked in surprise at the use of his given name. He didn’t think he had ever heard Draco use it before.
“The water, it’s calming. I love to listen to it. And I like the darkness. I mean, literally, not figuratively. I guess being enveloped in darkness makes me feel…less vulnerable, less obvious.”
Draco nodded. “I guess I can see that. Kind of like my hair, you know? Kind of stands out.” Harry looked at him incredulously for a moment, and then snorted with laughter.
“Well, then you’d better not travel with a full moon, Draco, the moonlight will catch it in a heartbeat.”
He reached up and almost touched Draco’s head with his hand before quickly dropping it to his side again. For his part, Draco didn’t move away, and both stared out, aware that something intangible had changed.
Winds were coming up off the shore and it was getting cool again. Harry pulled his cloak around him more tightly. He pushed away from the rail and moved backward, gently brushing against Draco.
“I’m heading to bed. It’s been a long day and I’m beat. I got caught up debating the nature of dark arts and charms with a student from Durmstrang.” Draco smiled and snorted softly.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you to stay away from Durmstrang, Harry?”
“Yeah, but what can I say? I have a taste for danger. Keeps me agile and trained for my annual training sessions with Voldemort.” He grinned at Draco and turned to go.
Draco started and turned. He suddenly felt cold where Harry had been standing. “Harry. Wait.”
Harry turned expectantly. Draco pulled himself up, grabbed a hold of Harry’s cloak clasp and pulled him toward him. He pressed his lips up against the other boy’s. Harry paused. This wasn’t exactly what he had expected. He knew something had changed, but this…he could feel Draco’s passion move up his body and over to his own. He was also surprised at the pace of the kiss itself. He had expected Draco to be dominating and controlling like his father was in any of their insult-filled encounters.
Draco’s kiss was passionate, but not controlling. Once Harry responded and leaned into the kiss, their tongues twisted around each other as they took turns exploring each other’s mouths. The fire between them was amazing, heating but not consuming them. They wrapped their arms around each other and Harry held on to Draco’s neck, his thumb rubbing the sensitive skin there. Finally, Harry pulled back. Emerald and storm-blue eyes stared into each other, Harry’s seemingly searching those grey depths.
He swallowed and spoke. “Draco, you know what I said before. I’m not into something casual. It might be your style, but no one-nighters or just sex for me. I don’t do anything half-heartedly, you know that. If you’re interested in going further, let me know when we return to Hogwarts, ok?”
Draco nodded silently. His mind was still reeling from what had just transpired between them. Harry softly kissed the inside of Draco’s palms and then his forehead. He then turned around and walked quickly back into the hotel lobby and up to his room.
When he reached his room, he closed and locked the door. He turned to his now visible body guards. “Well, since you guys are the peeping toms, what do you think?”
The female guard spoke first. “Interesting turn of events. Did you plan that?”
“You actually seemed to make him think. Perhaps he’s not such a lost cause as we thought,” said the male guard.
Harry snorted. “That wasn’t my intention. Initially, I just wasn’t in the mood for one of our duel of insults. It just…happened. Beats me how we got there. [Sigh.] Anyway, I’m off to bed. Night.”
Once the guards were in the hallway, Harry lay in bed for a while staring at the moonlight streaming through the window. All he could think about was Draco’s soft lips, the caress of his tongue, and the way his pale hair glinted in the moonlight. He suddenly realized that his hand had strayed downwards and was fingering the bulge in his p.j. bottoms. Minutes later, Harry arched off the bed screaming silently into the night.


Several days after the students returned from the international conference on magic studies in L.A., Hedwig landed happily next to Harry at breakfast carrying a small note. He untied it and let Hedwig sip from his pumpkin juice. The note simply read: “Meet me at the top of the Astronomy Tower tonight at 11pm. –DM.” He looked across the hall to find the blonde Slytherin discreetly looking in his direction, and he nodded.
That night, Harry walked silently up to the Astronomy Tower under the invisibility cloak. When he arrived, Draco wasn’t there yet, so he kept the cloak on. A few minutes later, the door opened and a blonde head snuck around to survey the landing. Draco slithered out and silently closed the door behind him. Harry watched for any signs of deception and then let the cloak fall. Draco jumped, but didn’t seem terribly surprised.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“So, you got my note.”
Nod.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said the other night. What you…offered. Look, I know I’m not prime material for the Light side, but if you really think that Dumbledore can protect me, then I guess it’s better than being forced to submit to Voldemort.” He shuddered involuntarily, but continued. “But I would like to ask for something in return for joining you.”
Harry snorted and grinned. “Ever the shrewd Slytherin, eh?” Draco scowled. “It’s ok, go on, Draco.”
“Well, I was wondering, I mean, would you - could I spend time with you?”
Harry was astounded. He had never heard or seen the blonde Slytherin be tongue-tied before.
Finally, he said, “Yes, I’d like that.” He smiled at Draco, who smiled back. It was, perhaps, the first real smile Harry had ever seen on him. For once, he didn’t appear to be completely guarded.
Harry sat next to Draco and stared out.
“Déjà vu. It’s late at night and we’re staring into the darkness again. We have to stop meeting like this. They might suspect something.” He said the last part in a mock serious tone and Draco laughed and replied, “Yeah, we do.” He moved his hand so that it brushed against Harry’s. In turn, Harry clasped Draco’s, and swallowed. This wasn’t going to be easy and he hated to have to do it.
“Draco. You realize, you’re going to have to speak with Dumbledore alone and declare your loyalty? And there’s more than that. I mean, considering your…background, he will probably demand some sort of test of allegiance.” Draco looked at him alarmed. “Nothing massive. He’s not like Voldemort, Draco. You’re not going to have to kill or brand yourself or something. I don’t know what stipulations he’ll give, but…”
Draco squeezed his hand. “It’s ok, Harry. I figured that much. Hell, I’d be worried if he didn’t.”
Harry continued, “And then there’s your housemates. Some of them won’t react well to this…I don’t know, Draco, he’ll figure out something. Dumbledore doesn’t miss much. Hell, he’ll probably know about this meeting by morning.” Harry bit his lower lip. He was worried. He knew how nasty the Slytherins could be, especially in numbers, and if some of them were looking for favor in Voldemort’s eyes…
Draco smoothed his thumb along Harry’s lips until he stopped biting it. He leaned over and gently placed his lips over Harry’s, waiting for a reaction. He got one. Harry tilted his head and opened his lips, his tongue sneaking out to run across Draco’s. The kiss deepened and hands found their way around waists and beneath the outer robes and cloaks.
Draco’s hand brushed over Harry’s erection and he moaned and pulled back.
“Too fast,” he panted. “Not here, not yet. Sorry.”
Draco nodded. “It’s ok. Don’t be sorry.”
Harry placed a chaste kiss on Draco’s lips. “I’m scheduled to speak with the headmaster tomorrow afternoon. Do you want me to tell him anything?”
“Um, no. I think I’ll skip a class and talk to him in the morning.” He sighed. “Which means that I should get to bed. And you, too.” Harry nodded. They left the Astronomy Tower and parted at the base of the stairs.

The next day during lunch, Harry looked for Draco in the Great Hall, but he wasn’t there. That was worrying. Professor M’Gonnagal approached him and said curtly, “Potter, the headmaster wants to see you. Follow me, please.” He followed her to the gryphon statue and she gave the password (gum balls). He climbed up the stairs knocking on the door before entering. When he did, he saw Draco sitting in the chair in front of Professor Dumbledore’s desk.
Draco looked up and gave him a slight smile, something not lost on the headmaster. “Ah, Harry, have a seat please. Tea?...Mr. Malfoy here has been telling me some interesting things of which I am sure you are aware.”
“Yes sir.”
“He has expressed a desire to swear allegiance to our side and to fight Voldemort. He has also informed me that this has come about partially as the result of a developing relationship between the two of you. Is this correct?”
“Yes sir, it is.”
Dumbledore continued, “I admit, I was aware of that part already. I have always hoped that the animosity the two of you share would one day dissolve into at least friendship. Now, I will work with the staff, particularly Professor Snape, to make sure that you, Draco, are safe, both from outside forces and from people inside Hogwarts. I advise both of you to keep your interactions the same as they have been, at least on the surface, until we can ensure your safety.” Harry and Draco looked at each other a bit disappointedly.
“However,” Dumbledore continued, “I am not so old that I do not remember such…emotions. Therefore, I will arrange for the two of you to have a meeting place where you can be safe.” Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. Dumbledore held up a hand. “I am not doing this, however, to give you privacy to do anything not condoned by Hogwarts. I believe that the two of you can forge a strong bond that will aid you in fighting Voldemort. Draco, if I am not mistaken, you have already undergone significant training in the Dark Arts under the tutelage of your father.” Draco nodded. “This will have to be done under the instruction of a professor, but I would like you to teach Harry to defend himself against some of what you have learned. I believe that having wizards trained the Dark Arts will help us immeasurably. This, along with other information will be a part of the stipulations we discussed earlier. Is this agreeable to you?”
“Yes sir, it is,” Draco replied. “When will you give me the veritaserum?”
“Later today. I will need to assemble certain people to witness it.” Draco nodded.
Harry and Draco agreed to separate after leaving the headmaster’s office and entered potions at different times. Harry was careful not to look in Draco’s direction for fear of staring and giving them away. This was going to be harder than he thought.
The veritaserum inquiry went well. Besides Draco, Harry, and Professor Dumbledore, Remus Lupin and Professors Snape, and McGonagall were also present. Snape gave the serum to Draco, dropping three drops onto his tongue. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Harry felt a sudden urge to reach his own tongue between those lips and get to know that wet heat better.
Draco answered the questions and even admitted a few specifics regarding some nasty Dark Arts training at the Malfoy manor. Even after the witnesses agreed that Draco was indeed leaving Voldemort and joining their side, they knew that they weren’t out of trouble yet. Precautions would have to be taken to protect Draco, and Professor Dumbledore led the boys to a small room near the charms corridor where they would be able to spend time together.
Dumbledore led them inside and they looked around. It looked like a sitting room, complete with two sofas, a few arm chairs, a desk and chairs, and a fire already burning in the fireplace. “This should work well for you,” said Dumbledore. “However, I must put down some rules. Several professors will know the password, but please feel free to bring your own friends here, as long as you know you can trust them. I must ask you not to give anyone else the password, though, for your own security. You may not spend the night here unless there are special circumstances.
“Draco, this will generally apply to you. If you feel in danger or under extreme pressure, you may stay here, but on the condition that you speak to me or Professor Snape immediately in the morning. Although it will probably seem a good idea to spend a lot of time here, do not isolate yourselves. Professor Snape will begin with your extra classes and training. He will speak with you tomorrow. For now, you have free time until dinner.”
Once Dumbledore had left, Harry let out a breath he hadn’t been aware that he was holding.
“Well, um, that went well.”
For some reason, he was nervous to look at Draco at the moment. His stomach appeared to be trying out for the next Tri-Wizard Tournament judging by the acrobatics it was doing. Together, they explored the room a bit and found, among other things, a bathroom in the next room complete with a mirror that criticized Harry’s untidiness and whistled at Draco, a book that flipped to different pages of poetry depending on its mood, and a small turtle statue that would suddenly zip across the mantelpiece and skid to a halt before falling off the end.
“Well,” Draco said. “It’s not what I’m used to, but it’ll have to do...for now.” He grinned at Harry who swatted his head playfully.
“Seriously, Draco, are you comfortable with this? I mean, do you feel safe?”
“Well, it helps to know that I can come here if, well, when stuff turns nasty.”
Harry put his hand on Draco’s shoulder, saying, “It’s not too late, you know. You can always go back, or at least, not see me. It might be safer if you don’t, you know. People around me whom I care about tend to get hurt.”
Harry looked down, tears pushing their way from the back of his throat. Draco watched Harry’s face. He wasn’t quite sure what to do at the moment.
After a pause, Draco caressed Harry’s cheek and then pulled him in for a hug, rubbing his back.
~Crud. I’m not good at this. Malfoy’s don’t cry. We just don’t. Um, say something.~
“Er, it’ll be ok, Harry. Don’t worry about me, honestly. I can take care of myself.”
“I know, I just, I feel like I need to protect everyone.”
“Shh. Don’t worry about that. Look, judging by the fact that you’re number one on You-Know-Who’s list of people to knock off, and you’re *still* in one piece, I’d say I’m safe.” ~As safe as I’ll ever be, considering.~
Harry sniffled once and then pulled back. “Thanks, Draco.” Draco pulled Harry to one of the couches and sat next to him. He took Harry’s glasses off and placed soft kisses on his eyes. Harry smiled slightly. While Harry’s eyes were still closed, Draco paused millimeters away from his lips and then pressed against them sending shivers down Harry’s spine. Harry snuggled down into the couch a bit and pulled Draco on top of him.
“You know, for someone who’s not used to being in a real relationship, Draco Malfoy, you’re awfully good at this,” Harry teased, tickling his belly button. Draco snorted softly, mumbling, “You haven’t seen anything yet,” before leaning down to capture Harry’s lips for a more passionate kiss.
Harry broke the kiss, panting. “Draco, we need to talk. Seriously.” The blonde scowled a bit. Harry looked into his blue-grey eyes. “I need to know where we are going. On that balcony, I made you an offer, one that still stands, but there’s no half-way here. I won’t agree to a casual relationship or to seeing other people on the side.” His emerald eyes flickered to the fire.
Draco swallowed before answering. “I know, Harry. I, I want that, too. Something serious, I mean. I said I wanted to spend time with you and I meant it. I mean, it’ll be hard. I’ll have to break it off with all of my *other* boyfriends,” Draco said jokingly. Harry smiled a bit. “Honestly, Harry, I want you, I want us.”
Harry smiled fully now, biting his lower lip a bit. “I want that, too. Come here.” He pulled Draco on top of him again. Their lips met for a soft slow kiss. Draco caressed Harry’s cheek and then dove in for a passion-filled kiss, their tongues thrusting into each other’s mouths.
Soon, hands found their way beneath shirts and slacks. Draco pulled back and looked questioningly at Harry as his hands went to the closure of Harry’s slacks. Harry shook his head.
“Wait, Draco.”
He pulled off his sweater and Draco lunged forward, attacking the buttons. When Harry’s chest was bared to his eyes, Draco licked his lips and leant down to gently lick at one rosy nipple. Harry groaned and arched up, his fingers instinctively tangling themselves in Draco’s blonde hair. Draco gave the nipple a gentle bite and Harry gasped. Draco then moved toward the other bud, giving it the same treatment.
He started to kiss his way down Harry’s flat stomach when hands pulled him up for another kiss. Harry pushed up Draco’s sweater and they parted to throw it on the floor. Harry sat them both up and Draco ended up sitting on his lap. He then began to work on the buttons on Draco’s shirt. As he undid each button, he kissed and licked at each patch of pale skin that he uncovered. He nudged Draco down onto his back so that he could reach the lower buttons. When he had Draco’s chest completely exposed, Harry licked upward, ending at his collar bone in one swipe. Draco shivered and threw his head back.
“Oh gods, Harry…”
Harry leaned over Draco’s body and kissed his neck. He pulled back and grazed his fingers over the edge of Draco’s slacks, raising his eyebrows in question.
“Hell yes.”
Harry grinned and slipped his hand beneath his boxers. He rested his hand on top of Draco’s prominent erection and paused, only rubbing his thumb over the tip. They stared at each other for a few minutes, both breathing deeply. Finally, Draco arched up.
“Harry, if you don’t start doing something soon, I’ll throw one of the unforgivables at you.” Harry laughed and wrapped his hand around Draco’s cock.
He pulled his hand out abruptly, eliciting a disappointed complaint. Harry quickly undid Draco’s trousers and pulled them off. Draco, in turn, reached up and undid Harry’s. For a moment, they took in each other’s bodies, but only for a moment. Harry pulled Draco onto the carpet and on top of him. Draco gave Harry a feral grin as has started to grind his erect cock against Harry’s. The raven-haired boy moaned and moved his hips in a circle, adding to their rhythm.
Draco moaned and leant down, kissing and nipping at Harry’s neck. He found a nice spot that he liked quite a bit, judging by the noises Harry made when he bit there. It was right at the junction between Harry’s neck and collar bone, and Draco latched on, pulling the soft skin between his teeth and worrying it with his tongue. He pulled back satisfied by the mark Harry would undoubtedly have for a few days.
Harry stopped moving and looked at Draco with lidded eyes. He rolled them over so that he was on top and kissed Draco softly on the lips. Before the blonde could react, though, Harry rolled off and moved to the side. He knelt beside Draco and ran his tongue around the tip of Draco’s cock, eagerly lapping up a small drop of pre-cum there. Draco mewled and then gasped as Harry swallowed him completely in one move. Harry moved his mouth slowly back up, making sure to swirl his tongue along the underside. He then moved back down again and back up, slowly grazing his teeth very gently against the sensitive flesh. Draco gasped.
“Oh gods…yes. Harry…that’s it.” Harry smiled and sped up.
He paused in his ministrations when he felt hands on his hips. Draco pulled Harry’s lower body on top of him, and began to lick Harry’s neglected cock. Harry hummed in appreciation, sending slight vibrations to Draco’s groin. Soon, they had a good rhythm going, and they bucked into each other, each moan pleasuring the other. Draco nudged at Harry and flipped them over so that he would have move room to maneuver.
Harry could feel Draco tensing up and sped up. When Draco’s cock became impossibly hard, he clamped his mouth down and swallowed every drop of Draco’s seed. This sent Harry over the edge, and he climaxed, exploding into Draco’s waiting mouth.
For a few minutes, neither moved and they slowly caught their breaths. Draco rolled off of Harry and moved around so that they were head to head. He pulled out his wand and transfigured his robe into a blanket, which he then threw over them. He collapsed, his head resting on Harry’s chest. Harry reached up and caressed Draco’s head.
“That, was…amazing. Draco. Exhausting, but fabulous.”
“Yeah. We should do it again some time.”
“Could I give you a rain check on that? I don’t have the energy to pleasure you at the moment…” He sighed.
“Well, ok, if you must,” Draco teased.
“I’d tickle you, but I don’t have the energy for that either.”
They napped for a while and then cleaned each other up in the bathroom before heading down to the Great Hall for dinner.


The following day, Draco and Harry were studying in their room, waiting for Professor Snape to join them for tutoring. They decided to sit at the desk instead of a couch, or worse yet, the floor, in order to minimize the distractions each posed to the other. Still, Harry’s hand strayed under the table to rest on Draco’s thigh. Draco glared at the raven-haired boy; Harry just looked at him innocently and batted his eyelashes slightly. Draco looked at his potions essay. He had plenty to write, but Harry was tempting.
When he saw the deceptively innocent look Harry shot him, he decided to play along, and resolutely refused to react to Harry’s hand, even when it inched up and came to rest over his crotch. Harry was running a single finger over Draco’s cloth-covered erection when a brief knock on the door announced Professor Snape’s arrival. They both got up and Draco grabbed Harry’s crotch.
“You’ll pay for this, Potter.” Harry grinned deviously and licked Draco’s lips before stepping across the room and opening the door.
Professor Snape looked at both boys before entering, and Harry had the distinct impression that he could see everything that they had recently been doing. He fought the urge to check the carpet for stains, and instead said, “Professor, please come in. Er, would you like some tea?” He wasn’t quite sure what to do in this situation. Technically, Snape was here to teach. Technically, they were also in a sitting room.
Snape paused. “No, Mr. Potter. Thank you.” Behind them, Draco snorted under his breath.
Their lesson went well, although both boys had a bit of a problem concentrating, Draco in particular. He rearranged his slacks and robes several times in attempts to relieve some of the friction around his erect cock. He nearly sighed in relief when Snape got up to leave. He also nearly screamed in frustration when Harry stopped him halfway across the room to ask a question about their potions essay.
When Snape finally left and the door closed, Harry found himself pinned to the door with Draco’s warm body pressing full into his back.
“That wasn’t very nice, Harry,” Draco hissed in his ear. “That wasn’t Gryffindor-like at all.”
“Just teasing you, love. Besides,” Harry said, managing to turn himself around so that they were facing each other, “I just want to know where your limits are.”
Harry licked Draco’s lips again, this time pausing to give the blonde a chance to respond. As they kissed, Draco shoved a knee between Harry’s legs and then pulled back.
“And there’s one more thing, Harry. I really need to teach you how to act around Slytherins. You do not offer a Slytherin potions master [kiss], head of house [kiss], and former Death Eater [lick] tea.”
Harry giggled and replied, “But I thought I was handling my own Slytherin fine before now.”
Harry reached down and stroked Draco’s returning erection. Draco narrowed his eyes and glared at Harry.
“Are you going to take care of that? Or are you just a tease?”
In response, Harry quirked his eyebrows and pushed Draco onto the nearest couch. He aligned them so that that he could grind his own erect cock against Draco’s. They both groaned at the sensation, and renewed their frantic kisses.
Somewhere along the way, Harry’s robe found its way to the floor, as did his sweater and shoes. They each had one leg between the other boy’s and as Draco’s hand strayed to dip beneath Harry’s slacks on the back, the raven-haired boy began to rub his leg against the other boy’s prominent bulge. Draco moaned into their kiss and began to rub Harry’s erection in turn.
Suddenly, Harry pulled back and looked at Draco hungrily.
“Draco Malfoy, *you* are wearing too many clothes.”
Draco looked down and realized that he was still fully clothed. He nudged Harry off of him and toed off his shoes and socks. He grinned at the Harry, ran his finger over his lips, and stood up.
Draco slowly undid the clasp on his robes and let them fall to the ground. He then pulled off his sweater with and equally maddening slow pace. The tie went next, landing on the back of the couch behind Harry.
Harry’s eyes widened when he realized what Draco was doing. He licked his lips and watched the blonde slowly strip in front of him. Draco unbuttoned his shirt, fingers ghosting over the soft skin exposed. When it was completely unbuttoned, Draco’s head fell back, and he ran his fingers down, pausing at the top of his slacks. A moan escaped Harry’s mouth and Draco’s head snapped forward.
“Like what you see, Harry?”
Harry reached forward but Draco slapped his hand away.
“No, don’t touch until I say so.” Harry whimpered slightly.
Draco slowly unzipped his slacks and let them fall to the ground before throwing them across the room. All that was left were his boxers, and Draco cupped Harry’s chin, saying, “*Now* you can touch me.” He smiled as Harry eagerly got onto the floor and pulled the boxers off of Draco’s slim hips. Harry swirled his tongue around the head of Draco’s cock before placing his hands on his backside and holding him still while he slowly licked around it like a lollipop.
Draco bit his lip, trying not to cry out. This proved to be even more difficult when Harry covered the first half of his cock with his beautiful lips and sucked, hard. Draco’s groaned and swiveled his hips a bit. He saw Harry sneak his hand down to his own cock. Draco abruptly pulled out.
“Don’t do that, either, love. Unzip your slacks. Good. Take out your cock. Now cross your wrists behind your back.” Harry whimpered again, but obeyed Draco and looked up at him expectantly.
“You have no idea how tempting you are like that, Harry. Pink lips swollen from kisses, emerald eyes lidded in desire, ready to be taken and pleasured beyond anything.” Harry couldn’t help but blush. His previous partners had seen him as the dominant one, being The Boy Who Lived. He was happy to oblige, having been schooled in relationships by Sirius, but sometimes he just wanted to give up control. If only for a while…
Draco knelt down and gave Harry a surprisingly gentle kiss. Harry didn’t realize until Draco was standing again that the blonde had pulled his red and gold tie through his own legs and was holding it behind his back. Draco caught his eyes, and then gently pushed Harry’s mouth back onto his cock.
Draco sighed appreciatively. “Oh gods, yes. That’s it, Harry, suck it. Take it in.” Draco waited until Harry had become comfortable with their position, and then began to thrust into his mouth. He pulled on Harry’s tie, drawing his mouth down further.
“I’m going to speed up, love.” Harry hummed his assent, sending shivers up Draco’s cock. Draco groaned and began to fuck Harry’s mouth in earnest. He pulled the tie tightly through his legs, effectively holding Harry’s head in place as he thrust in and out, relishing the wet heat and tongue movements he felt there.
Draco’s free hand tangled itself in Harry’s hair. “Touch yourself, Harry. Rub that beautiful cock of yours.” Harry moaned and fisted his cock, jerking his hips up. Draco dropped Harry’s tie and held onto his head with both hands.
He felt Harry emit a moan around his cock and the boy below him shuddered, shooting his sperm over his stomach and Draco’s legs. Draco thrust in for another minute and then screamed, filling Harry’s mouth with his seed.
Draco eased out of Harry’s mouth and they both panted, catching their breaths. The blonde boy collapsed onto the couch and then slid onto the floor to wrap his arms around Harry’s limp form. “I didn’t hurt you, Harry, did I? I know that was kind of, um, dominating…” Harry shook his head and smiled at his boyfriend.
“No, you didn’t hurt me…Kind of?” He smiled at the uncomfortable look on Draco’s face and kissed him.
“Besides, I liked it. Come on,” said Harry, pulling Draco up and leading him to the bathroom, “let’s get cleaned up.”
“You know, Harry, there *are* spells for this…”
“I know,” Harry said mischievously, “but this is so much more fun.” He licked his lips and pulled Draco into the bathroom with both hands, closing the door behind them.



Draco and Harry were walking to the Great Hall for dinner. They were approaching the doors and were about to separate and walk toward the tables of their respective house tables when they heard a shrill shriek behind them. “Draco, *what* are you doing with that filthy half-blood? Did Saint Potter put a charm on you or something?” The boys turned to find Pansy Parkinson and a few other Slytherins staring daggers at Harry and looking suspiciously at Draco.
Harry started to back off, but Draco stepped forward. “No, he didn’t. And don’t call him that,” Draco said. All of the Slytherins blinked and a tense silence filled the hall. Ron and Hermione entered at that point and stood behind Draco and Harry. Hermione put her hand on her wand and Ron followed her example.
“What do you think you’re doing mudblood?” one of the Slytherins shot at Hermione. “This doesn’t concern you. Leave.” Hermione took out her wand, saying, “Harry is my friend, and you’re insulting him. That makes it my business, and frankly, I’m asking you as a prefect, to move on.” The Slytherins scowled, but Draco spoke, looking at Harry for permission. Harry pursed his lips, and then nodded, smiling slightly. “Look, insulting Harry stops here. He and I have…come to an understanding. From now on, if you insult him you insult me.” His voice dropped dangerously low. “Is that perfectly clear?” He narrowed his eyes and threw a menacing look that he had inherited from his father.
As they left, Harry looked thankfully at Ron and Hermione. Luckily, he and Draco had explained most of what had happened between them, without the details, a few days ago. It had been interesting, to say the least. Ron blinked and opened and closed his mouth like a fish. Hermione stared and blinked and then hesitantly wished them happiness, and luck. Lots of luck.
Draco let Harry do most of it, and the three Gryffindors talked for a while. Surprisingly, both Ron and Hermione ended up being relatively supportive, although still flabbergasted. Not surprisingly, Hermione offered to help with her prefect status, and Ron kept throwing furtive glances in Draco’s direction and fingering his wand.
When they entered the hall, Draco still opted to sit with his house, and Harry made sure that he sat so that he could see him, although the staff was already watching for any problems.
Amazingly, dinner went well, although Draco did not look as comfortable around his housemates as he usually did. When they were leaving, Professor Dumbledore motioned for Harry and Draco to follow him. They entered the side room where Harry had initially joined the other champions at the beginning of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He looked seriously at them. “I have received a disturbing letter from someone, who doesn’t matter, that Lucius Malfoy knows about your new connection to each other. He is planning to come here tomorrow.” Harry paled. “I am concerned, Draco, that he might attack you or try to remove you from the school by force. He did attack Harry in Hogwarts several years ago. Therefore, I would like to take some precautions. Draco, I would like you to stay in your new room tonight. I will arrange for suitable sleeping arrangements to be made. It’s possible that one of the children of other Death Eater’s will act against you. Professor Snape agrees that until he can take proper precautions, it is not safe for you. Is this acceptable to you?” Draco nodded. “Yes, that would work.”
As if reading his mind, Dumbledore said, “Since it is not necessary, Harry, please do not join him tonight. I would like both of you to be in my office tomorrow morning after breakfast. I believe that would be the best place for Lucius Malfoy to confront you. Is this agreed?” The boys nodded, giving each other a brief goodnight kiss before parting.

The next morning, Draco and Harry followed Professor Dumbledore to his office. He had just offered them tea when the door opened and an angry Lucius Malfoy strode in, cane in hand. When he saw his son sitting next to Harry, his face tightened. “So, it’s true. You’ve joined up with Potter. I demand that you leave him at once and return to the manor with me immediately.”
Draco met his father’s eyes. “No father. I don’t want to.”
“I will not have you disgracing me, boy. You will obey me…Or do I have to take you to someone who will be more than happy to teach you a lesson?” The threat of taking Draco to Voldemort hung in the air.
Dumbledore spoke, “Lucius, if you would, please, sit. We should discuss this.”
“There is nothing to discuss,” Malfoy senior spat. “He is my heir, and he *will* obey me.” He grabbed Draco by the shoulder and hauled him up. Draco tried to lash out, but his father had pinned his wrists behind his back.
Harry jumped up and yelled, “Get your hands off of him! He doesn’t belong to you!”
“Bloodlines and lineage would contradict that statement Mr. Potter.”
“Draco is a human being and he belongs to no one,” Harry ground out in a low tone.
Dumbledore held up his hands. “Lucius, I really must agree with Mr. Potter on this one. Draco is underage, but he does have the right to stay here should he desire it.” He looked Draco in the eyes. Draco’s eyes widened.
“I, I want to stay here. With Harry. Let me go, father. Please.”
Mr. Malfoy’s face contorted with rage and threw Draco across the room and into a display case, shattering the glass. The case in question happened to be holding the sword of Godric Gryffindor and it fell, nearly piercing the blonde boy. With Seeker reflexes, Harry caught the sword and stood over his boyfriend protectively.
The headmaster spoke, his angry tone unmistakable. “I must ask you to leave, Lucius. This matter will be discussed with the board of governors.” Malfoy took one more look at his son’s limp form and the sword in Harry’s hand, and stormed out of the office.
They were silent for a moment, and then Harry dropped the sword and knelt next to Draco. “You ok, love?” The blonde opened an eye blearily. “That’s the first time you’ve called me that.” He smiled at the concerned face hovering above him and then looked at Dumbledore, who was also kneeling next to him.
“I think a visit to the hospital wing is an order. I will go with you. And don’t worry, your father is gone. Can you stand and walk?” Draco hesitated and slowly got up with Harry’s help. Some blood began to dribble down his chin. Harry did a simple healing spell on it.
Harry worried about being seen like this. Draco wouldn’t want to appear weak, but the headmaster, it seemed, had already anticipated that. He led them through a small side door just outside of his office. This led to a passage and stairs, and they suddenly found themselves in front of the hospital wing with Madame Pomfrey worriedly waiting for them to arrive. Harry looked back as the passage. There was no way they had walked all of that distance.
Madame Pomfrey ushered Draco to the first bed and began to cluck over him, much like she did over Harry every time he was injured. The two boys sat next to each other on the bed and Dumbledore sat on an adjacent one. Harry spoke up. “Sir? What will happen now? Summer is coming. Draco can’t possibly go home!”
“Yes, well, we will protect Draco from his family, even if it means hiding him here or elsewhere. Still, there are witnesses to Lucius Malfoy throwing Draco across the room, and seeing that Draco is still underage, that makes the act child abuse. It will be difficult though. We all know how much sway your father has, Draco, in the Ministry. But don’t worry; I won’t let him come after you.” Dumbledore smiled at the blonde who managed a weak smile and then buried his head in Harry’s shoulder.
Harry was taken aback at this, seeing the Draco had never done anything with him in public before, but he put his arm around the blonde and stroked his hair.
“Now,” said Dumbledore, “Do you feel, Draco that you could return to classes this afternoon after, say, a refreshing bath and a cup of hot chocolate?” Harry snorted. How often had he had similar advice from the headmaster over the years?
“Yes, sir, I can.”
“Good, now I believe that this afternoon you have potions together, yes? Well that is settled then. Draco, do I have your permission to briefly explain what has transpired to Professor Snape? As the head of your house, he should know about this.” Draco nodded. “Good, then I will see the two of you at dinner, and I will inform you both of any pertinent information regarding Draco’s father. Now go relax for two hours. But make sure you make it to class.”
The boys nodded, and once Madame Pomfrey had given Draco a satisfactory evaluation, they walked back to their room. Harry stopped short when they entered. He had almost forgotten that Draco had spent the previous night there. A dorm-sized four poster bed sat in what appeared to be a new enclave in the room designed specifically to fit the new piece of furniture. Draco watched him. “There’s a bathtub now, too.” Harry walked into the bathroom and saw that the room had been expanded to support a nice sized bathtub.
He bent down to look at some instructions engraved next to the tap. They read, “Say what it is you want.” He blinked and shrugged. ~Sure, why wouldn’t it work that way. Dumbledore had it put in.~ Then aloud he said, “I would like a hot relaxing bath.” Immediately, he tub began to fill with hot water that scented faintly of lavender and was covered in bubbles.
Harry walked back out into the room to fetch Draco. The blonde hadn’t moved from his spot and his eyes weren’t focused. ~Uh oh, this is bad,~ Harry thought. “Draco? Why don’t you come with me? I’ve started the bath going. It’ll feel good, I promise.” He gently pulled Draco into the bathroom and helped him out of his clothes. The bath was full by then, and Harry helped the blonde into the tub and sat him down.
“Hold on Dray, I’ll be right there.” Harry quickly stripped and eased himself into the water and sat behind Draco with his legs on either side of him. Luckily, the tub was quite large and easily accommodated both of them. Harry leaned back and nudged Draco down until all of his body was below the water. He wrapped his arms around the blonde’s waist and gently stroked some of the soft skin there with his thumb.
Draco let his head fall back onto Harry’s chest and closed his eyes. And then the tears fell. They slipped out from under his light colored lashes and down his face. Harry tightened his arms and rocked him from side to side. Words wouldn’t help Draco at this point, perhaps this would.
Finally, Draco’s breathing stabilized and Harry stopped, staying still while Draco slept. He realized that he was still rubbing his stomach and stopped that too. Suddenly, Draco mumbled, “Don’t stop, felt good.”
“I thought you were asleep. Didn’t want to disturb you.”
“You can’t disturb me. Not any more anyways.”
“Darn, and I was trying so hard, too.” Draco smiled, lighting Harry’s heart. “You want to stay here for now? This tub seems to be keeping the water hot.”
“Yeah, it feels good. My father makes me feel so cold….He’s so cold. I don’t want to be cold like him.”
“Then stay here, with me, Draco. And you’re not cold…hell, I think you’re hot.” He placed a kiss on the blonde’s head and Draco snorted.
“Let’s not talk about right now, ok? I know, I know. I’m not avoiding the issue, Harry, I just…I don’t want to think about it at the moment.”
“Ok. I understand. We’ve got and hour and half until potions. What do you want to do?”
“Stay here in your comfortable arms until Snape comes to drag us out?”
“I’m not sure I want Snape to see me in the bathtub…though it would be amusing,” Harry conceded. “Got a second choice?”
Draco wiggled his bottom against Harry’s groin. “I’ve got one I think you’ll like, Harry.” ~Oops,~ Harry thought. “Um, sorry about that, Draco. I was trying not to…but, I mean, I just, you know…” Draco giggled. “You’re so cute when you’re shy in bed, you know that, Harry? It’s ok, honestly. I’d be surprised if your body *didn’t* react.” Harry smiled sheepishly. He felt that it was rather inappropriate to have a hard-on when his boyfriend desperately needed comfort.
Draco sighed and leaned back again. Beneath the water, he brought Harry’s hand down and placed it on his semi-erect cock. “Would you?” he asked, meeting emerald eyes. Harry smiled and kissed Draco’s lips. He pushed Draco’s head back onto his chest and began to play with the blonde’s cock. He ran his fingers over the tip, resulting in a full erection. He then started to fist his prick, his other hand gently playing with his nipples. Draco’s breaths quickened and he squirmed under Harry’s hands.
Harry drew out his Draco’s orgasm, keeping him just below the threshold. When Draco was practically arching out of his arms, Harry stopped completely, despite a whine of protest. He pulled Draco’s legs up and rested them on the sides of the tub so that he was completely open, though still covered by the warm water. Harry kissed his cheek, and ran his hand down his chest and rested on his inner thigh. He licked his ear and started to pump Draco’s cock again. Draco shivered as Harry other hand strayed down into his cleft, seeking out Draco’s opening.
“Yess…” Draco hissed. “Please.” Harry’s finger circled his opening and ran over it, making the blonde buck down. Finally, the raven-haired boy slipped a single finger into Draco. He waited for Draco to relax around him, and then began to move the digit around, twisting and moving in and out, setting a moderate rhythm that matched his fist pumping the blonde’s cock.
Harry could feel Draco’s imminent orgasm and sped up. He latched his teeth onto the other boy’s neck, worrying the soft flesh between his teeth. Draco closed his eyes and let loose a howl, and came while arching up into Harry’s hand.
Harry suddenly realized that he himself was close to orgasm. He had been so intent upon making Draco forget about his father that he hadn’t even noticed his own body’s signals. Harry moved his hips in a circle once and came, spurting some seed beneath the water.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist protectively. “Feeling better? Less…tense?” “Hmm…thank you.” After a few minutes of what passed as post-orgasm cuddling in the tub, Harry nudged him up. “We’ve got a bit before potions. Want to eat?” They gingerly got out of the tub and found two plush bath robes just outside of the bathroom door. Two trays of food were on the desk. “Dumbledore takes care of everything, doesn’t he?” said Draco. “Well, the house elves do at least,” Harry replied. They sat down, eating quickly before trudging to the dungeons for double potions.



Potions, remarkably, was not as bad as usual, at least in Harry’s opinion. The potions master seemed to be taking it easy on both he and Draco. The blonde received several questioning looks from the other students, both for being absent for most of the day and for the few scratches on his face and hands.
Snape, though, barely blinked, and merely continued as normal but without the usual snide remarks in Harry’s direction. Ironically, or perhaps because of the day’s events, they were making a moderate-level healing potion that would “take care of injuries both internal and external that are common to uncontrolled youth,” as Snape snidely put it. Each student drank some and Draco’s scratches completely vanished.
The rest of the day passed without incident. Apparently, Professor Snape had assigned two Slytherins whom he trusted to watch over Draco during the general passing of the day. He had yet to devise a way to protect the young Malfoy at night, and so Dumbledore asked him to stay another night in their room.
When Draco had already headed back to the room, Harry spoke with the headmaster. “Sir, I was wondering. Would it be ok for me to spend the night with Draco?” He blushed and stammered, “I mean, sleep in the room, too? He’s still pretty shaken about today and I think he would, um, appreciate not being alone.” Dumbledore looked at him for a moment, and then assented.
Harry gave the password and quietly opened the door and slipped in. Draco was thoroughly absorbed in reading in an armchair. Harry tiptoed behind him and slid his hands onto the blonde’s shoulders and down his chest. Draco’s head fell back. “Harry,” he murmured, “what are you doing here? I hate to be the responsible Gryffindor in this relationship, but you shouldn’t be here.”
“It’s ok, love. Dumbledore said it would be ok if I staid here tonight. To…comfort you. To, keep you company,” Harry replied between kisses to Draco’s ears and neck.
“Hm, that’s good. Because I wasn’t planning on letting you go any time soon.” His arms snaked up and pulled Harry down by his neck for a long slow kiss.
As Harry started to lick his way down to Draco’s collar bone, he murmured, “Clothes. We should get them off. Now.” They broke apart and Draco pulled Harry to the bed where they fell into each other, their kisses broken only when necessary to removed clothing. Finally, they were completely naked, lying on their sides kissing and caressing each other.
They both knew where they were heading. Blue-grey eyes met emerald orbs. Draco spoke. “Will you…I want you inside of me, Harry. Please?” Harry saw the insecurity in those eyes, a past of hurt. And Draco, looking at those green eyes, saw the same.
Harry kissed his boyfriend, slowing increasing the passion, his hands mapping out the pale flesh beneath them. He then moved down, tracing every curve, every shadow of bone, every sensitive area of skin with his lips, teeth, and tongue. By the time he had made it to Draco’s toes, the blonde was writhing beneath him. Harry turned Draco over and then did the same to his back, stopping along the way to deposit extra kisses nips on his sensitive spots: the backs of his knees, his upper thighs, the small of his back.
Harry went to the bathroom and retrieved a bottle of lotion. Draco was still on the bed on his stomach, and Harry had to stop and admire the beautiful sight he made. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?” “Hmm.” Harry ran his hands over Draco’s back and then turned him over and lay down, spreading himself over the blonde’s body.
They both moaned at the sudden contact, and they ground their erections together while they kissed. Harry pulled back and brushed some stray blond hairs from Draco’s face. He caressed Draco’s cheek, saying, “I’m going to make love to you now, Draco. I’ll be gentle.” Draco smiled. “Well, it’s about time, Harry.” He grinned and reached up to pull Harry down for a kiss.
Harry opened the bottle of lotion and poured some out on his hand. He looked at Draco who promptly spread his legs and lifted his knees, giving Harry full access to the lower part of his body. Harry rubbed the lotion around on his hands, making it warmer, and then slowly rubbed some around Draco’s hole.
The blonde arched a bit and sighed. Harry smiled and looked up; his jaw dropped. Draco was running his pales fingers over his chest, concentrating on his nipples and sides, and ending at the tuft of blonde hair above his penis before coming back up again. “See anything you like, Harry?” he said, licking his lips.
“You shouldn’t do that, Dray.”
“Why not?” Draco pouted.
“Because, I might just give up control and fuck you right now.” Harry pushed his finger into Draco’s opening a bit to make his point. Draco gasped. “Yes…” When he had recovered, Draco quirked his eyebrows in response. “Keep going, Harry.”
Harry pushed in two fingers and twisted them a bit, eliciting more gasps from the blonde above him. He put some lotion on Draco’s cock and then his own. When he thought that Draco was ready, Harry threw the bottle off the bed, which was followed by the sound of shattering glass. “Oops. We’ll get that later,” Harry shrugged. Draco giggled, “I love it when you’re wanton,” and pulled him up for another kiss.
Harry put a pillow beneath Draco’s hips and pushed his legs further apart and lifted them up. “Comfortable?” Draco nodded. Harry braced his hands on either side of his boyfriend’s shoulders and positioned himself between Draco’s legs and slowly moved in. When the head of his cock was past the ring of muscle, he paused. At Draco’s nod, he continued until he was completely sheathed inside of Draco.
For a few moments, neither boy moved or said anything. It had taken them so long to get to this point, so long to get past everything that had ever stood between them, that it seemed almost fragile. Finally, Draco wriggled a little, pulling a sudden hiss from Harry. Draco stopped and stared at his boyfriend. “Did you just swear in parseltongue?” “Um, yes? I didn’t mean to, it slips out sometimes.” Draco burst out laughing and covered his eyes with his hand.
“I’m sorry, Draco, I swear, it just, just comes out sometimes when I’m emotional or something,” Harry pleaded.
“It’s ok, honestly, I just wasn’t expecting it. What did you say, anyway?”
“Um, ‘fuck yes,’ basically.”
Draco giggled and then kissed Harry. “You should realize that *I* certainly won’t have a problem with snake language…” Draco flicked his tongue tantalizingly over Harry’s lips.
Harry breathed in deeply, and then started to move. He pulled out all of the way and then thrust slowly back in. he repeated this a few times until he hit the spot that made Draco arch completely off of the bed. Once Harry had the angle, he started to thrust in and out of the blonde boy beneath him, increasing the speed and strength of his thrusts.
“Fuck, Draco. You’re so tight! So hot, you have no idea…” Harry was in heaven. Draco’s heat engulfed him and he was quickly losing control. Draco wasn’t helping either. He arched up, wriggled, and thrust up, meeting Harry half-way.
“You’re so big, Harry. Keep going. Take me. Faster.” Draco was moaning now and both boys were panting. Harry took hold of Draco’s cock and rubbed his hand up and down. Draco’s hand joined his, and together they pumped him, keeping their eyes locked. Their clasped fingers brought the blonde to climax. Draco shuddered, spilling his seed over their joined hands and stomachs.
As Draco’s ass clenched around Harry cock, he slammed in one more time and froze, screaming his completion. Draco moaned as he felt Harry’s seed spill into him.
Harry pulled out, trying not to hurt Draco, and collapsed on top of him. For a few minutes, they caught their breaths. Harry rolled off of him and reached for his wand. A quick cleaning spell took care of their bodies, the bed, and the floor. Draco pulled the blankets up and covered them and Harry pulled him into a strong hug.
Harry met Draco’s eyes. “Thank you for giving me that, Draco.”
Draco caressed Harry’s cheek. “I think I love you.”
“I know. I love you, too.” Harry smiled and pulled the blonde closer.
Draco sighed and then giggled. “I still can’t believe you swore at me in parsletongue. Talk about a unique first time experience.”
“What? Are you saying you liked it, Draco?” Harry teased. “Hmm. Maybe I should use it more often when we’re together…” Draco smiled and giggled again. He sighed and snuggled into Harry’s arms.
Thoughts of what had occurred earlier in the day flashed through Harry’s mind and he pulled Draco closer to him. At least he was safe for now. Now all they had to do was keep out of danger while in Hogwarts and figure out a way to defeat Voldemort. Sounded like something to save for tomorrow.
“Hey Draco, we’ll figure this stuff out, ok? You’ll be safe. Dumbledore will figure out something.”
“You know, I’m more worried about you, Harry. You’re the one on the top of Voldemort’s list.” Draco caressed Harry’s face and then rubbed the mark he still had on his neck from earlier.
Sigh. “I know. But don’t worry about me, seriously. I’ve survived so far. And that four times, by the way. Looks like I’m destined to live…So you’ll just have to put up with me for longer. Ha.” Harry grinned as Draco stuck his tongue out and darted out to lick it with his own tongue.
They kissed for a while before settling down again into each other’s arms. Harry and Draco closed their eyes, protectively covering each other as they fell asleep. Soon the only sound was of slow measured breathing.


~ Fin