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denofiniquity) wrote2005-10-06 08:27 pm
denofiniquity) wrote2005-10-06 08:27 pm
Entry tags:
Keep Him Busy ; Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione ; NC-17 ; for Krissy
Title: Keep Him Busy
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, secondary Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 2,720.
Dedication: Dedicated to Krissy and Sam, the only H/D shippers that I’ll ever love. *hugs*
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Scholastic, Warner Brothers, and the rest do.
Summary: After saving Draco, Harry takes him to Hermione and Ron’s. Hermione asks Harry to keep Draco busy. Harry knows how to.
Warnings: Slash. Post-war. Small HBP spoiler. Present Tense. Not beta’ed.
Author’s Notes: This is my way of making it up to Krissy since I’ve been a bitch to her all week. Hope she likes. *grin*
Harry walks purposefully into the room and stares coldly at him. “Malfoy,” he sneers.
“So you’re the one they sent to save me,” Malfoy scoffs. “Perfect.”
“Shut up, Malfoy. I didn’t ask for this mission. It’s my job. You know, those things that some of us have, rather than laying on our arses all day long?”
“Trust me, Potter, I work ten times harder than you do.”
Harry just shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “What wards and spells do they have up, or do you even know?”
“I have no clue. I was unconscious when they brought me in.”
“Great. Will we ever find an end to your usefulness?” He pauses and tries to remember the spell that Hermione taught him just before the end of the war. It was the only revealing spell that could be done without setting off any detecting charms that may have been placed on the area, but at the moment, it escaped him. However, now was when he needed it most. Surely the last remnants of the Death Eaters wouldn’t have forgotten to do a detecting charm around Malfoy. He was, after all, their prize catch. A traitor at the last moment, he was persona non grata in his old circles.
“Malfoy, hold very, very still,” Harry tells him and closes his eyes, finally remembering the charm. “Abscondus!” he shouts. Several purple lines circle above Malfoy’s head drawing ever close to his gold locks. Just as they’re about to touch him, though, they turn orange and circle back out. “Okay then,” Harry smiles. “That’s not too bad.” He starts undoing the spells one by one. They all have to be done in a certain order, he knows, or Malfoy could be hurt. He does the rune diagram in his head, mentally calculating which to save for last, and which to do next. He works his way slowly through the spells, Malfoy’s eyes following him throughout the room. As he undoes the second to last spell, however, something goes very, very wrong.
Malfoy is sitting in the chair in the middle of the room, still tied to it by his legs, his arms tied behind his head. He is watching Harry through heavily lidded eyes when suddenly he gasps, there’s a splash of red, and he thrashes wildly in the chair. “MALFOY!” Harry cries, undoing the last ward and rushing forward to untie Malfoy from the chair. The blond immediately slumps to the floor, blood running from the gash on his shoulder. Harry is reminded of sixth year.
“Malfoy, are you okay? Talk to me!” Harry cries, shaking him slightly.
He doesn’t move or speak. Harry does the only thing he can think of. He pulls Malfoy as close to him as he can, closes his eyes, and Apparates to Ron and Hermione’s.
~*~
The sight that greets him is not the most pleasant one Harry could’ve imagined. Ron is sitting on the couch with his trousers down at his ankles, Hermione’s head is in his lap, and Ron’s fingers are threaded through her hair. Harry vaguely wonders if they ever stop, then remembers that Ron is a Weasley and realizes that he shouldn’t be so surprised.
“Harry!” Hermione says, jumping back from Ron’s lap. Ron tugs his trousers up quickly and stares angrily for a moment before seeing whom Harry is currently lying on top of.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
“It’s Malfoy. I had to go rescue him and something went wrong. Hermione, can you help him?” He points to the gash, which is now oozing and turning a ghastly green color.
Hermione jumps up, suddenly all business, and motions for Harry to follow her into their spare bedroom. Harry and Ron carry Malfoy in and lay him down on the bed. Hermione then pushes them both back out of the room and slams the door shut.
“Okay, now. What happened?” Ron asks again.
“I was at work this morning and the boss came in with an assignment. I don’t know, I mean, it’d been awhile since I’d been out doing field work, you know? They haven’t let me do anything since the war was over. Just paperwork.”
“Can’t get the world’s hero killed saving a baby from a Venomous Tentacula, can they?” Ron grins.
“No, I guess not. But I just sort of jumped at the chance to get out there and actually do something for once, so I volunteered before I actually knew what the assignment was. Then, when I found out, I tried every way in the world to get out of it, you know. But no one else would do it and since I’d already volunteered, they made me go. You know I wouldn’t have volunteered if I’d known it was Malfoy.” Almost subconsciously, Harry glances worriedly at the door.
“You gonna be okay, mate?” Ron asks with genuine concern.
Harry turns slowly away from the door. “Huh? What? Oh, yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You uh…you kind of look worried for him, Harry.”
“Me? Worry about Malfoy? Why on earth would I do that?”
Ron puts a hand on Harry’s shoulder and looks into his eyes. “Because you care about him.”
“What?!” Harry sputters. “Me? Care about Malfoy!? No way, Ron. I mean, the idea, it’s ridiculous.”
“Harry,” Ron says. The way he says it bores right into Harry’s soul.
Harry opens his mouth, but no words come out. “I…” he finally manages and looks into Ron’s eyes, trying to find the answer there. “I do,” he whispers.
“It’s okay if you do,” Ron says.
Harry nods numbly as Hermione exits the room. They both immediately become silent and she looks between them. “Am I interrupting something?”
“No,” Harry says quickly.
“Okay then. Well, he’s going to be okay, it’s pretty deep but nothing that a few stitching charms didn’t take care of. I’ve given him a potion for the pain. He needs to rest tonight, so he can stay here. I’ll have to put a locking charm on the door of course, because I don’t trust a drugged-up Malfoy loose in my house in the middle of the night, but he should be just fine. Harry, he wants to talk to you. Believe it or not, I think he wants to thank you. He thanked me, too. I think the spell addled his brain a bit.”
She turns and takes Ron’s hand, leading him towards the stairs up to their bedroom. She pauses and turns, opening her mouth a few times, seemingly trying to decide how to say what’s on her mind. “Harry, um…if you don’t mind, could you keep him busy for awhile? Ron and I have some unfinished business to take care of.” Ron beams like the sunrise and practically skips up the stairs. She sighs and shakes her head before following him at a much slower pace.
Harry turns to the door, realizing that his mind is suddenly filled with dozens of ways to keep Malfoy busy, each of them more devious and wicked than the last. He knocks once, then pushes the door open. Malfoy is laying on the bed, looking small and frail. His top has been removed and is laying folded on the dresser. There is a chair sitting next to the bed and Harry positions it closer before sitting. “How are you feeling?” he asks quietly.
“Better,” Malfoy says quietly, staring down at his hands. “Listen, uh…Potter,” he pauses, takes a deep breath, then continues. “Listen, Harry. I wanted to say thank you. For saving me. I mean, those guys were talking around me this morning about what they planned to do tonight. And well, even though you did royally bugger it up,” he motions to the scar the wound had left, “you did save me from worse things. So…thanks.”
Harry listens quietly through the whole speech, scoffing quietly at the part about buggering it up. The spell may have addled his brain, but a very big portion of him was still undeniably there. “You’re welcome,” he says, gulping around the large lump that has formed in is throat. He can’t take his eyes off of that scar. “Now you have one, too,” he whispers, giving in and letting his fingers trace the faint outline of the patch of skin that mars his otherwise perfect chest. Draco (wait, when did he start calling him that?) hisses at the contact and Harry’s hand retreats. “Sorry,” he looks at the floor, wishing he had more restraint.
Draco’s hand reaches out and lifts his chin so that they are eye to eye. “Don’t be,” he says quietly. “Never apologize for doing what’s right.” And with that, he brings their lips together.
The kiss is soft; softer than Harry would’ve guessed from the way Malfoy behaved. He would’ve thought that kissing Draco would’ve been all tongue and saliva, odd angles poking and pressing, not at all like kissing girls, who were soft and curved to fit your body. But that’s exactly how this is. Draco’s lips are soft but firm. His tongue is probing, but backs off the moment Harry thinks it’s too much. Harry’s face fits perfectly in his hands and when Harry puts his arms around Draco’s neck, their skin molds together, curving into a perfect fit.
They break the kiss and Draco’s forehead rests against Harry’s own. “What are we doing?” Draco mutters against Harry’s lips.
“This,” Harry says, using his hand that is currently resting on the back of Draco’s neck to guide him into another kiss. He moves out of the chair and into the bed, hovering above Draco without breaking the kiss.
Draco’s eyes open wide. “What?” Harry asks. “Is this not okay?”
Draco shakes his head. “No, it’s fine. I just…never would’ve guessed.”
In answer, Harry leans down and kisses the scar, tracing its path with his tongue, then moving to give the same treatment to the collarbone. He moves on to Draco’s neck, then traces the path up to nibble on his earlobe.
Draco moans loudly and gasps, grabbing onto Harry’s shoulders. “Fuck,” he mutters. “I never would’ve expected you to be this good.”
Harry smiles against the hollow of Draco’s throat and moves to the opposite side, tracing from the earlobe down to the collarbone as he did on the right. Inspired by the noises Draco is making, he moves down to suck a nipple into his mouth. “Fuck,” Draco gasps again, threading his hands into Harry’s hair. “Fuck, Potter,” he repeats.
As Harry moves from one nipple to the other, he pauses long enough to say, “Harry,” then takes Draco’s right nipple into his mouth and repeat his ministrations. He sucks until it’s a taut bud, then nips it softly, sending the sensation straight from Draco’s chest down to his cock, which Harry can feel pressing into his leg. He kisses his way down Draco’s body, then hooks his fingers in the waistband of his trousers. “Last chance to stop me,” he says, looking Draco in the eyes.
“No, don’t stop.”
“Who don’t you want to stop?” Harry asks pointedly.
“Don’t stop, Harry,” Draco clarifies, lifting his body off the bed so that Harry can pull off his pants and underwear in one swift tug. His cock is already hard, but as he watches Harry’s eyes light up upon seeing him like this, it gives an appreciative twitch.
Harry stares at Draco’s body in awe for a moment, wondering how anyone could ever look so fucking perfect. He shakes his head to clear it and takes Draco’s cock in one hand. It’s weird, wanking another bloke. Everything is backwards. He adjusts quickly though and soon Draco is clenching the sheets, begging him. Harry doesn’t even know what Draco is begging for. He’s just saying, “Please, Harry. Please,” over and over. He can tell Draco is close by the way his body is jerking and the position that he’s in. He’s lying on his back, knees pulled up close to his body, his legs spread to give Harry easy access. Harry can’t take it anymore. He has to know what Draco’s cock tastes like. He needs to feel it in his mouth, feel it twitch against his tongue. He pulls his wand out of his pocket and realizes that he’s still fully clothed. He quickly banishes his clothes to the other side of the room, where they join Draco’s on the dresser. He mutters the lubrication charm that he learned back at Hogwarts from that crazy book Seamus had. Draco gasps and writhes beneath him and moans loudly.
“Fuck, Harry, what was that?” Draco asks.
“Lube,” Harry says simply before leaning down and taking the head of Draco’s cock, simultaneously pushing two of his fingers deep into Draco’s body.
Draco hisses and moves, trying to thrust into Harry’s mouth and take more of Harry’s fingers at the same time. Harry tries to push Draco back down against the bed, but Draco still manages to keep moving. Harry can feel Draco clenching around him and knows that he’s about to come, and before he can take his mouth off of Draco’s cock, he’s twitching and spurting, hot and salty into his mouth. Harry swallows a mouthful and removes his fingers. “Ready?” he asks. Draco nods as Harry positions himself.
He leans up and kisses Draco, softly sucking on the blond’s tongue as he thrusts inside. He can sense Draco tensing beneath him and feels rather than hears a hiss against his lips. “Fuck,” Draco says quietly. “Go slow.”
Harry nods and kisses him again, slowly thrusting in and out slowly, feeling Draco clench and then relax around his cock. “God, that feels so good,” he says. Draco smiles deviously and clenches harder. “Fuck,” Harry stops moving. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna come.”
“That’s the idea, Potter,” Draco says.
Harry pulls out and slams back in roughly. “Potter, you say?”
“Harry!” Draco gasps. “Sorry, I meant Harry.”
Harry smiles and sucks at the spot where Draco’s neck meets his shoulder. His thrusts are getting more and more erratic and he knows it won’t be long before he is spent. He continues to thrust quickly, rough and raw, as he feels some sort of primal urges taking over. He groans and bites Draco’s shoulder, feeling his balls tense up, knowing it was happening, he can't stop it, and he comes, filling Draco with himself. He collapses, panting and sated, onto Draco’s chest.
Draco winds his hand through Harry’s hair and uses the other to rub lazy circles across his back. “What brought it on?” he asks quietly.
“What?”
“What brought this on?” Draco repeats.
Harry stares down at the sheets. “I was standing outside, waiting to hear if you’d be okay, and…I realized that my life doesn’t work without you. I mean, yeah, you’re a git and we’re supposed to be enemies, but…”
“But you need that feeling to keep you alive,” Draco finishes for him.
“Yeah, how’d you…?”
“It’s the way I feel about you.”
“Oh.”
“It’s not love,” Draco insists.
“No, it’s not,” Harry agrees. Deep down he knows he’s lying. He can tell by Draco’s eyes that he is, too.
Draco rests his chin on the top of Harry’s head and before long, Harry can feel his chest rise and fall in a distinctive pattern of sleep. He closes his eyes and falls asleep, too, listening to the beat of Draco’s heart, knowing that it’s beating for him.
~*~
Ron and Hermione come downstairs in the morning, both of them looking thoroughly disheveled and happy. They check the couch for signs of Harry, but he’s not there.
“He must’ve gone home,” Hermione reasons. Ron sends her a disbelieving look, but she’s not sure what he means by it. “I guess I’ll go check on Draco,” she says and Ron follows her to the hallway. She opens the door and finds Harry and Draco, both naked, with Harry’s head resting on Draco’s chest. Draco’s eyes open and seeing that she’s about to scream, he puts a finger to his lips to silence her. “He’s sleeping” he mouths.
Hermione backs out of the room and shuts it quietly. “Well,” she says to Ron, “I guess Harry kept him busy for us after all.”
END
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, secondary Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 2,720.
Dedication: Dedicated to Krissy and Sam, the only H/D shippers that I’ll ever love. *hugs*
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Scholastic, Warner Brothers, and the rest do.
Summary: After saving Draco, Harry takes him to Hermione and Ron’s. Hermione asks Harry to keep Draco busy. Harry knows how to.
Warnings: Slash. Post-war. Small HBP spoiler. Present Tense. Not beta’ed.
Author’s Notes: This is my way of making it up to Krissy since I’ve been a bitch to her all week. Hope she likes. *grin*
Harry walks purposefully into the room and stares coldly at him. “Malfoy,” he sneers.
“So you’re the one they sent to save me,” Malfoy scoffs. “Perfect.”
“Shut up, Malfoy. I didn’t ask for this mission. It’s my job. You know, those things that some of us have, rather than laying on our arses all day long?”
“Trust me, Potter, I work ten times harder than you do.”
Harry just shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “What wards and spells do they have up, or do you even know?”
“I have no clue. I was unconscious when they brought me in.”
“Great. Will we ever find an end to your usefulness?” He pauses and tries to remember the spell that Hermione taught him just before the end of the war. It was the only revealing spell that could be done without setting off any detecting charms that may have been placed on the area, but at the moment, it escaped him. However, now was when he needed it most. Surely the last remnants of the Death Eaters wouldn’t have forgotten to do a detecting charm around Malfoy. He was, after all, their prize catch. A traitor at the last moment, he was persona non grata in his old circles.
“Malfoy, hold very, very still,” Harry tells him and closes his eyes, finally remembering the charm. “Abscondus!” he shouts. Several purple lines circle above Malfoy’s head drawing ever close to his gold locks. Just as they’re about to touch him, though, they turn orange and circle back out. “Okay then,” Harry smiles. “That’s not too bad.” He starts undoing the spells one by one. They all have to be done in a certain order, he knows, or Malfoy could be hurt. He does the rune diagram in his head, mentally calculating which to save for last, and which to do next. He works his way slowly through the spells, Malfoy’s eyes following him throughout the room. As he undoes the second to last spell, however, something goes very, very wrong.
Malfoy is sitting in the chair in the middle of the room, still tied to it by his legs, his arms tied behind his head. He is watching Harry through heavily lidded eyes when suddenly he gasps, there’s a splash of red, and he thrashes wildly in the chair. “MALFOY!” Harry cries, undoing the last ward and rushing forward to untie Malfoy from the chair. The blond immediately slumps to the floor, blood running from the gash on his shoulder. Harry is reminded of sixth year.
“Malfoy, are you okay? Talk to me!” Harry cries, shaking him slightly.
He doesn’t move or speak. Harry does the only thing he can think of. He pulls Malfoy as close to him as he can, closes his eyes, and Apparates to Ron and Hermione’s.
~*~
The sight that greets him is not the most pleasant one Harry could’ve imagined. Ron is sitting on the couch with his trousers down at his ankles, Hermione’s head is in his lap, and Ron’s fingers are threaded through her hair. Harry vaguely wonders if they ever stop, then remembers that Ron is a Weasley and realizes that he shouldn’t be so surprised.
“Harry!” Hermione says, jumping back from Ron’s lap. Ron tugs his trousers up quickly and stares angrily for a moment before seeing whom Harry is currently lying on top of.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
“It’s Malfoy. I had to go rescue him and something went wrong. Hermione, can you help him?” He points to the gash, which is now oozing and turning a ghastly green color.
Hermione jumps up, suddenly all business, and motions for Harry to follow her into their spare bedroom. Harry and Ron carry Malfoy in and lay him down on the bed. Hermione then pushes them both back out of the room and slams the door shut.
“Okay, now. What happened?” Ron asks again.
“I was at work this morning and the boss came in with an assignment. I don’t know, I mean, it’d been awhile since I’d been out doing field work, you know? They haven’t let me do anything since the war was over. Just paperwork.”
“Can’t get the world’s hero killed saving a baby from a Venomous Tentacula, can they?” Ron grins.
“No, I guess not. But I just sort of jumped at the chance to get out there and actually do something for once, so I volunteered before I actually knew what the assignment was. Then, when I found out, I tried every way in the world to get out of it, you know. But no one else would do it and since I’d already volunteered, they made me go. You know I wouldn’t have volunteered if I’d known it was Malfoy.” Almost subconsciously, Harry glances worriedly at the door.
“You gonna be okay, mate?” Ron asks with genuine concern.
Harry turns slowly away from the door. “Huh? What? Oh, yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You uh…you kind of look worried for him, Harry.”
“Me? Worry about Malfoy? Why on earth would I do that?”
Ron puts a hand on Harry’s shoulder and looks into his eyes. “Because you care about him.”
“What?!” Harry sputters. “Me? Care about Malfoy!? No way, Ron. I mean, the idea, it’s ridiculous.”
“Harry,” Ron says. The way he says it bores right into Harry’s soul.
Harry opens his mouth, but no words come out. “I…” he finally manages and looks into Ron’s eyes, trying to find the answer there. “I do,” he whispers.
“It’s okay if you do,” Ron says.
Harry nods numbly as Hermione exits the room. They both immediately become silent and she looks between them. “Am I interrupting something?”
“No,” Harry says quickly.
“Okay then. Well, he’s going to be okay, it’s pretty deep but nothing that a few stitching charms didn’t take care of. I’ve given him a potion for the pain. He needs to rest tonight, so he can stay here. I’ll have to put a locking charm on the door of course, because I don’t trust a drugged-up Malfoy loose in my house in the middle of the night, but he should be just fine. Harry, he wants to talk to you. Believe it or not, I think he wants to thank you. He thanked me, too. I think the spell addled his brain a bit.”
She turns and takes Ron’s hand, leading him towards the stairs up to their bedroom. She pauses and turns, opening her mouth a few times, seemingly trying to decide how to say what’s on her mind. “Harry, um…if you don’t mind, could you keep him busy for awhile? Ron and I have some unfinished business to take care of.” Ron beams like the sunrise and practically skips up the stairs. She sighs and shakes her head before following him at a much slower pace.
Harry turns to the door, realizing that his mind is suddenly filled with dozens of ways to keep Malfoy busy, each of them more devious and wicked than the last. He knocks once, then pushes the door open. Malfoy is laying on the bed, looking small and frail. His top has been removed and is laying folded on the dresser. There is a chair sitting next to the bed and Harry positions it closer before sitting. “How are you feeling?” he asks quietly.
“Better,” Malfoy says quietly, staring down at his hands. “Listen, uh…Potter,” he pauses, takes a deep breath, then continues. “Listen, Harry. I wanted to say thank you. For saving me. I mean, those guys were talking around me this morning about what they planned to do tonight. And well, even though you did royally bugger it up,” he motions to the scar the wound had left, “you did save me from worse things. So…thanks.”
Harry listens quietly through the whole speech, scoffing quietly at the part about buggering it up. The spell may have addled his brain, but a very big portion of him was still undeniably there. “You’re welcome,” he says, gulping around the large lump that has formed in is throat. He can’t take his eyes off of that scar. “Now you have one, too,” he whispers, giving in and letting his fingers trace the faint outline of the patch of skin that mars his otherwise perfect chest. Draco (wait, when did he start calling him that?) hisses at the contact and Harry’s hand retreats. “Sorry,” he looks at the floor, wishing he had more restraint.
Draco’s hand reaches out and lifts his chin so that they are eye to eye. “Don’t be,” he says quietly. “Never apologize for doing what’s right.” And with that, he brings their lips together.
The kiss is soft; softer than Harry would’ve guessed from the way Malfoy behaved. He would’ve thought that kissing Draco would’ve been all tongue and saliva, odd angles poking and pressing, not at all like kissing girls, who were soft and curved to fit your body. But that’s exactly how this is. Draco’s lips are soft but firm. His tongue is probing, but backs off the moment Harry thinks it’s too much. Harry’s face fits perfectly in his hands and when Harry puts his arms around Draco’s neck, their skin molds together, curving into a perfect fit.
They break the kiss and Draco’s forehead rests against Harry’s own. “What are we doing?” Draco mutters against Harry’s lips.
“This,” Harry says, using his hand that is currently resting on the back of Draco’s neck to guide him into another kiss. He moves out of the chair and into the bed, hovering above Draco without breaking the kiss.
Draco’s eyes open wide. “What?” Harry asks. “Is this not okay?”
Draco shakes his head. “No, it’s fine. I just…never would’ve guessed.”
In answer, Harry leans down and kisses the scar, tracing its path with his tongue, then moving to give the same treatment to the collarbone. He moves on to Draco’s neck, then traces the path up to nibble on his earlobe.
Draco moans loudly and gasps, grabbing onto Harry’s shoulders. “Fuck,” he mutters. “I never would’ve expected you to be this good.”
Harry smiles against the hollow of Draco’s throat and moves to the opposite side, tracing from the earlobe down to the collarbone as he did on the right. Inspired by the noises Draco is making, he moves down to suck a nipple into his mouth. “Fuck,” Draco gasps again, threading his hands into Harry’s hair. “Fuck, Potter,” he repeats.
As Harry moves from one nipple to the other, he pauses long enough to say, “Harry,” then takes Draco’s right nipple into his mouth and repeat his ministrations. He sucks until it’s a taut bud, then nips it softly, sending the sensation straight from Draco’s chest down to his cock, which Harry can feel pressing into his leg. He kisses his way down Draco’s body, then hooks his fingers in the waistband of his trousers. “Last chance to stop me,” he says, looking Draco in the eyes.
“No, don’t stop.”
“Who don’t you want to stop?” Harry asks pointedly.
“Don’t stop, Harry,” Draco clarifies, lifting his body off the bed so that Harry can pull off his pants and underwear in one swift tug. His cock is already hard, but as he watches Harry’s eyes light up upon seeing him like this, it gives an appreciative twitch.
Harry stares at Draco’s body in awe for a moment, wondering how anyone could ever look so fucking perfect. He shakes his head to clear it and takes Draco’s cock in one hand. It’s weird, wanking another bloke. Everything is backwards. He adjusts quickly though and soon Draco is clenching the sheets, begging him. Harry doesn’t even know what Draco is begging for. He’s just saying, “Please, Harry. Please,” over and over. He can tell Draco is close by the way his body is jerking and the position that he’s in. He’s lying on his back, knees pulled up close to his body, his legs spread to give Harry easy access. Harry can’t take it anymore. He has to know what Draco’s cock tastes like. He needs to feel it in his mouth, feel it twitch against his tongue. He pulls his wand out of his pocket and realizes that he’s still fully clothed. He quickly banishes his clothes to the other side of the room, where they join Draco’s on the dresser. He mutters the lubrication charm that he learned back at Hogwarts from that crazy book Seamus had. Draco gasps and writhes beneath him and moans loudly.
“Fuck, Harry, what was that?” Draco asks.
“Lube,” Harry says simply before leaning down and taking the head of Draco’s cock, simultaneously pushing two of his fingers deep into Draco’s body.
Draco hisses and moves, trying to thrust into Harry’s mouth and take more of Harry’s fingers at the same time. Harry tries to push Draco back down against the bed, but Draco still manages to keep moving. Harry can feel Draco clenching around him and knows that he’s about to come, and before he can take his mouth off of Draco’s cock, he’s twitching and spurting, hot and salty into his mouth. Harry swallows a mouthful and removes his fingers. “Ready?” he asks. Draco nods as Harry positions himself.
He leans up and kisses Draco, softly sucking on the blond’s tongue as he thrusts inside. He can sense Draco tensing beneath him and feels rather than hears a hiss against his lips. “Fuck,” Draco says quietly. “Go slow.”
Harry nods and kisses him again, slowly thrusting in and out slowly, feeling Draco clench and then relax around his cock. “God, that feels so good,” he says. Draco smiles deviously and clenches harder. “Fuck,” Harry stops moving. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna come.”
“That’s the idea, Potter,” Draco says.
Harry pulls out and slams back in roughly. “Potter, you say?”
“Harry!” Draco gasps. “Sorry, I meant Harry.”
Harry smiles and sucks at the spot where Draco’s neck meets his shoulder. His thrusts are getting more and more erratic and he knows it won’t be long before he is spent. He continues to thrust quickly, rough and raw, as he feels some sort of primal urges taking over. He groans and bites Draco’s shoulder, feeling his balls tense up, knowing it was happening, he can't stop it, and he comes, filling Draco with himself. He collapses, panting and sated, onto Draco’s chest.
Draco winds his hand through Harry’s hair and uses the other to rub lazy circles across his back. “What brought it on?” he asks quietly.
“What?”
“What brought this on?” Draco repeats.
Harry stares down at the sheets. “I was standing outside, waiting to hear if you’d be okay, and…I realized that my life doesn’t work without you. I mean, yeah, you’re a git and we’re supposed to be enemies, but…”
“But you need that feeling to keep you alive,” Draco finishes for him.
“Yeah, how’d you…?”
“It’s the way I feel about you.”
“Oh.”
“It’s not love,” Draco insists.
“No, it’s not,” Harry agrees. Deep down he knows he’s lying. He can tell by Draco’s eyes that he is, too.
Draco rests his chin on the top of Harry’s head and before long, Harry can feel his chest rise and fall in a distinctive pattern of sleep. He closes his eyes and falls asleep, too, listening to the beat of Draco’s heart, knowing that it’s beating for him.
~*~
Ron and Hermione come downstairs in the morning, both of them looking thoroughly disheveled and happy. They check the couch for signs of Harry, but he’s not there.
“He must’ve gone home,” Hermione reasons. Ron sends her a disbelieving look, but she’s not sure what he means by it. “I guess I’ll go check on Draco,” she says and Ron follows her to the hallway. She opens the door and finds Harry and Draco, both naked, with Harry’s head resting on Draco’s chest. Draco’s eyes open and seeing that she’s about to scream, he puts a finger to his lips to silence her. “He’s sleeping” he mouths.
Hermione backs out of the room and shuts it quietly. “Well,” she says to Ron, “I guess Harry kept him busy for us after all.”
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*files away coupon for later use. and it WILL be used!*
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Only, don't be a bitch to Krissy all the time, okay?
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I say: Thank you. I'm glad that so many Harry/Draco shippers read this and liked it. :)
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lovely
::contented humming::
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