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Narcissa began laughing. “I do believe you are both completely exhausted and overwhelmed. Your arguing is more nonsensical than usual,” she said.
Harry cringed, realizing they hadn’t put up any kind of Silencing Charm. Closing his eyes, he dropped his head to the back of the couch in defeat. “I’m going to sleep,” he announced. “No one wake me until this whole nightmare is over, please.”
He hadn’t meant the words literally, but as Draco shifted so that Harry’s head rested on his shoulder, that’s exactly what Harry did. He promptly fell asleep, his mind shutting down and refusing to deal with anymore for the day. He was only vaguely aware of Remus carrying him upstairs and he was barely cooperative when Draco stripped him and put him to bed. He sighed contently, though, as Draco’s warm body pressed against him from behind and held him close, falling into deeper sleep.
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Chapter Thirty-Five
After stumbling to the loo upon awakening, Harry fell back into the empty bed. He only vaguely remembered getting there the night before, and had absolutely no clue where Draco was at now. He was certain Draco had been there during the night, though. He just had no idea what had been said amongst everyone after he’d fallen asleep, or what they might be saying now in the light of day.
Groaning, Harry pulled the pillow over his head, wondering if it would be a good idea to simply hide in bed all day. He was sure he could easily convince his body to go back to sleep. It was close to noon already, but more sleep was always a good thing.
He really didn’t feel like attempting to sort out his own emotions, let alone everyone else’s. He almost hoped that the events of the day before were all just some strange dream. Portions of the day definitely landed in the nightmare category.
He simply laid there with his head still buried under the pillow as he allowed his mind to wander. He joked about his life being bizarre, but with everything he was doing lately, it was like he was actively working to make it even stranger. How many people actually planned breakouts from Azkaban? Not many that Harry knew of. Although, then he had to admit to himself that he did know a couple – one of whom had been a family member.
He groaned again, willing to finally concede that his life truly was bizarre. There was simply no getting around it and no way to even attempt to pretend otherwise.
Hearing the door open quietly, he tensed, but didn’t move to see who it was. He really didn’t have any idea of what to expect today and still wasn’t sure if he wanted to face anyone. He relaxed slightly as Draco straddled his hips and leaned over his back, nudging the pillow aside.
“Happy birthday,” Draco whispered in his ear.
Harry pulled the pillow back, mumbling to himself that he’d forgotten, yet again, that it was birthday.
Draco chuckled, and the sound helped soothe Harry’s rumpled nerves. If Draco was laughing, surely not everything was bad. Harry moaned deeply as Draco sat up and began massaging his shoulders.
As Draco kneaded tense muscles until they loosened, Harry became more and more relaxed. The more relaxed he became, the more he became aware of Draco. His hands were strong and firm, smoothing across Harry’s back. He was settled on Harry’s arse, and Harry wiggled his hips experimentally.
Draco inhaled sharply, and Harry grinned to himself, feeling his cock harden. The massage was wonderful, but he was ready for more. He only wondered briefly if he was actually ready for the more implied by Draco sitting on his arse. His breath quickened as he felt the hardness pressing against him, and shifted again restlessly.
The pillow was abruptly tossed aside, and Draco licked a trail along Harry’s shoulder, up his neck to his ear. Harry shivered at the sensation. “What do you want, Harry?” Draco whispered, before nibbling gently at the tender spot behind his ear.
“Mmmmm, I want you,” Harry answered softly.
“And how do you want me?” Draco asked, his mouth moving against the nape of Harry’s neck.
Harry’s hands clenched in the sheets as Draco blew softly against the moist trail he’d left. “I want you inside me,” he admitted. “I want to feel you like that.”
Draco groaned, his teeth nipping sharply at Harry’s shoulder. Harry’s breath caught for a moment before it resumed, faster than before. He was focused on Draco’s weight across his back and Draco’s lips leaving a fiery trail wherever they touched his skin.
“Are you sure?” Draco asked.
“Mmmmhmmm,” Harry answered.
Draco’s soft chuckle waved hotly over Harry’s ear, causing him to shiver again. “I’d feel a little better if I heard a direct ‘yes’,” Draco admitted. “Much as I like that sound coming from you.”
Harry twisted his head, trying to actually look at Draco. Draco shifted and allowed Harry to turn a little, but not too far. “Yes, I’m positive this is what I want,” Harry said, looking directly into Draco’s eyes, glazed silver with want. Those eyes fluttered shut at Harry’s words, but flashed open again when Harry continued.
“I want to feel you inside me. I want you to claim me as yours,” he said, biting at his lip a little nervously. He wondered if he’d gone too far with his words as Draco simply stared for a long moment.
Draco suddenly leaned down further to catch Harry’s lips, kissing him deeply. With the awkward position they were still in, it didn’t last long and Draco pulled back. “Harry, do you have any idea at all what you do to me?” he groaned.
“Please, Draco, I want you,” Harry said.
“You’re mine,” Draco said fiercely, before kissing him again. “Don’t move,” he warned, moving away from Harry.
Harry continued to lie on his stomach on the bed, but pulled the pillow under his head, watching with breathless anticipation as Draco hurriedly stripped his clothing. Climbing back onto the bed, Draco made quick work of removing the pyjama pants he’d helped Harry into the night before. Then he straddled Harry’s hips without the extra layers of clothing, both of them groaning at the contact.
Draco pressed a kiss to the nape of Harry’s neck before his hands again began smoothing over Harry’s back. Harry had never had the remotest idea before that a massage could be so incredibly erotic. His body was thrumming with sexual tension now, far more pleasant than the tension from earlier. He couldn’t keep himself from shifting his hips restlessly.
“Harry, stop that,” Draco moaned. He pressed his cock more firmly into the cleft of Harry’s arse, rocking his hips slightly.
“Draco, you’re teasing the bloody hell out of me,” Harry complained breathlessly. “Get on with it and fuck me already.”
“You, dear Harry, are quite impatient,” Draco drawled in amusement.
“Merlin, I bloody hate you,” Harry grumbled.
Draco simply chuckled, though it sounded far lower and more seductive than normal. He leaned down again and nibbled at Harry’s ear, none to gently this time. “Relax, Harry,” he purred. “I just want you relaxed so you’ll enjoy this.”
Harry shivered as Draco’s tongue dipped into his ear, before Draco began placing a trail of open-mouthed kisses down his spine. Draco nudged Harry’s thighs apart, settling between them even as he continued his trail of kisses. Harry was urged up onto his hands and knees, but Harry dropped his upper body straight back down to the pillow, holding onto it tightly.
Much as he’d complained about Draco getting on with it, the complaints were simply a bit of lingering nervousness. He knew that Draco was aware of it, too. He concentrated on the feeling of Draco’s hands smoothing over his arse, waiting with anticipation and the touch of nervousness. He was shocked when Draco resumed his trail of kisses which had been interrupted with the slight change of positions.
“Draco, what – oh, bloody hell,” he moaned. Harry very quickly decided that he didn’t really give a damn about the shock he was feeling. Draco’s mouth on his hole felt incredible. “Your mouth. Brilliant,” he said, trying to relay the message to Draco.
Draco chuckled, his mouth still pressed against Harry’s entrance and his tongue licking around the edges of the tight ring of muscle. The vibration sent shock waves of feeling coursing through Harry. Draco’s tongue probed inside and Harry lost any sense of coherency he had left in his speech.
Harry rode the waves of sensation, only distantly aware that the moaning and whimpering was coming from him. When Draco’s hand reached under to find and stroke his cock, he cried out at the touch.
Raising his upper body slightly, he tilted his head downwards until he could stare down the length of his body. His gaze caught on the sight of Draco stroking him, but then he caught sight of Draco’s other hand stroking himself. Harry’s vision swam even as he wanted to focus. It was all too much and he came hard, thick streams spurting from his cock onto the sheets.
Harry buried his face in the pillow again, riding out his orgasm. Draco pulled back, and Harry groaned in disappointment at the loss of sensation.
“Harry,” Draco said, his voice sounding strangled. Harry twisted enough and turned his head in time to see Draco aiming his cock at Harry’s arse. His breath caught as he watched the creamy fluid jet forth, landing hotly on his skin.
“Sweet fucking hell,” Harry muttered, watching in fascination as much as he could see from his position. Draco sure seemed fascinated with the sight, not lifting his gaze to meet Harry’s eyes at all for long seconds.
Draco eventually looked at him. “Well,” he drawled, his voice still a little unsteady. “That’s definitely something to do again.”
Harry about choked on his laughter and it took him a minute to respond. “You were supposed to fuck me, but I have to admit that was amazingly brilliant,” he said.
“Oh, I’m still fucking you,” Draco said. “We’re barely seventeen, and if you were seeing what I’m seeing, you wouldn’t be worrying about being able to get it up again in the very near future. I’m going to finish preparing you thoroughly for your first time, then I’m going to fuck your sweet arse,” he stated matter-of-factly.
As Harry’s cock twitched simply from hearing Draco’s words, he had the feeling that it wasn’t exactly going to be a problem for him, either. Tired of craning his neck around to see Draco, he rested his head sideways on the pillow, eyes closed and arse still in the air on display.
He reckoned he should’ve been feeling a little ridiculous in this position, and certainly he felt terribly exposed, but he was also so incredibly relaxed that it didn’t matter one bit. He felt very comfortable with Draco, and really didn’t want to ruin this by over-thinking it.
