Chapter 1 : Surprising Comfort
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He was sitting on the grass, staring absentmindedly out at the Black Lake. He had just received the horrible news and didn’t know what to do or how to even handle it. From about the time he was four, his father always told him he shouldn’t cry. It makes you look weak and volatile in front of your enemies, he used to say.
He bit down hard on his lip, fighting the tears in his eyes. He wanted to cry, but he hated the thought that he was somehow disobeying his father. Sadly, he had never been in this much pain that it made him start questioning his father’s words. He wondered how his father had handled it when it happened to him. Then again, his father was never really close to his parents when they died.
He closed his eyes and leaned back on the tree behind him. It was different with him though. He was close to them, both of them. And now they were both gone, leaving him alone to understand what to do with these new emotions he had.
He truly despised the Dark Lord. The thought of him freeing his father from Azkaban a week earlier, only to kill him and his wife as punishment for being caught, was inhumane. He just thanked whatever gods there were that he was at school, safe from the madman’s hands, for now, at least.
Hearing a twig snap, he quickly opened his eyes, startled by the intrusion. If things weren’t bad enough, he was now staring into the very noticeable sympathetic eyes of his Gryffindor enemy.
“What do you want?” he snapped, irritated that the brunet was staring at him like that. He had no right. He didn’t know him and certainly never cared about him to feel that way.
“I just heard what happen,” he softly began.
He narrowed his eyes at him. He truly hated forced pity. “Piss off, Potter,” he growled.
Harry sighed, knowing Malfoy would not be too welcoming of his presence there. Instead of moving away, however, he slowly moved closer, keeping his head lowered.
“I said go away,” Draco threatened, his eyes still narrowed.
Harry ignored him and sat down beside him, wisely leaving a few feet between them. He silently stared out onto the lake, knowing it was all he could do at the moment.
Draco rolled his eyes when he saw Potter wasn’t going to leave. He shook his head and turned toward the lake again, too tired to fight. “Just…don’t talk,” he sighed in defeat, missing the small smile that appeared on Harry’s face.
After an hour of silence, Draco finally stood up, brushing the grass off his robes. He glanced over at Potter, amazed that he had stayed the whole time and never said a word, noticing him already looking up at him. He gave him a slight nod before heading back to the castle. For some reason he felt a little better, although he had no idea why that was.
Harry remained where he sat, watching the Slytherin walk away. He knew how important it was for Malfoy to have someone around right now, wishing someone had been there for him when he was younger, and was glad the boy had welcomed it, even if reluctantly at first.
“I can make you feel better, Drakey,” Pansy said, slipping her hand underneath his shirt and gliding it against his naked chest.
He was still battling with the tears that wanted to fall that he was oblivious to the girl’s touch. He had thought about locking himself up in his room and just giving in, but the thought made him hurt even more. How could he defy his father, especially now when he was no longer there? What kind of son would he be?
He suddenly winced when he felt a pinch. Finally coming to his senses, he looked over at Pansy and furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you doing?” he questioned.
She smiled, moving her hand over his chest again and licking her lips. “Helping you feel better,” she whispered.
He huffed and rolled his eyes, pulling her hand out of his shirt. He then stood up from the couch and stormed out of the common room, ignoring her calls.
He cautiously walked along the corridors, aware that curfew had already begun. He didn’t care, though, his mind wrapped in so many other thoughts. He felt the familiar sting in his eyes and quickly wiped them, not yet ready to have another battle inside his head.
He suddenly stopped and tilted his head up, thinking of his parents. He was so confused and alone. He didn’t know what to do, wishing they were there to help guide him, telling him everything would be all right. It pained him knowing that he would never see their faces again, or hear their voices. All he had left were pictures and pensieve memories, but it wasn’t the same.
A single tear suddenly escaped, causing him to gasp in alarm and quickly wipe it off his face. He shook his head and began walking again, furious with himself for allowing it to happen. You are not weak, he yelled at himself, angrily balling his hands into fists as he climbed the stairs to the Astronomy Tower.
As soon as he reached the top, he stopped and sighed, realizing he was not the only student out after curfew. He took a deep breath before slowly moving forward, taking the open seat at the window next to the brunet.
When Harry saw him sit down, he gave him a slight nod before returning his gaze to the night sky. He took a long drag on his cigarette and closed his eyes, tilting his head back and releasing the smoke from his lungs.
Draco took out his own cigarette, searching his pockets for his wand to light it. He suddenly heard a flick and turned his head toward Potter, seeing the boy holding out a lighter to him. He bent down and lit his cigarette, not even caring that he was using a muggle invention to do it, and gave him a silent nod of thanks. He then breathed in the smoke and let it out, numbly staring out the window.
Neither said a word as they continued to smoke and stare into nothingness. When Harry finished his second cigarette, he sighed and stood up, pocketing his cigarettes and favorite lighter in his back pocket. He gave Malfoy another small nod before walking out of the Tower.
Every night after that, Harry and Draco found themselves sitting up in the Astronomy Tower smoking together, never uttering a word. Draco was surprisingly comforted by Potter’s presence and began looking forward to their meetings, even if they never spoke to each other. In some odd way, it just felt right.
It was Thursday night, one week after they had first started smoking together, when Draco finally broke the silence. Harry had just finished his cigarette and stood up, making his way out. Draco took a deep puff and exhaled, glancing over at him. “Thanks,” he whispered.
Harry simply nodded, leaving the blond to his thoughts. He honestly had no idea what was happening between them. At first he was doing it because he knew Malfoy was still hurting and needed someone to just sit there with him, but lately he realized that he was starting to actually enjoy their quiet nights together.
The next night, it was Draco again who broke the silence. They were both sitting on the ledge, their feet dangling off the side, as they stared at the moon shining brightly over the lake.
“When did you start smoking?”
Harry slowly blew the smoke out of his mouth, smiling down at the cigarette in his hand. He then put the cigarette back in his mouth and inhaled. “The end of fourth year,” he breathed out.
Draco nodded, taking another puff on his own cigarette. “Me too,” he answered.
“I’m surprised we never crossed paths up here,” Harry commented, taking one last drag before extinguishing the butt on the ledge.
Draco sighed, putting out his own cigarette and looking over at Potter. “I never smoked openly,” he explained. “I couldn’t risk being caught by Snape, knowing he would have immediately gone to my parents-”
He quickly stopped and turned away, the mention of his parents too much for him. He could already feel a lump forming in his throat, his eyes starting to sting once more. He had to think of something else, anything else, and quick. He couldn’t break down now, especially in front of Potter.
He opened his eyes wide when he suddenly felt Potter’s hand touch his. He was surprised by the touch, but even more surprising was the fact that he didn’t want him to let go. He nervously swallowed, forcing his gaze to remain on the sky.
Harry froze, realizing what he just did. He understood why Malfoy stopped speaking and simply acted on impulse, wanting him to know he wasn’t alone. As soon as he touched him, a shiver ran up his spine, his stomach fluttering in response. He thought about removing his hand, but when Malfoy didn’t scream or jerk his hand away, he decided to leave it, wanting to feel more of those emotions.
Draco took a deep breath, finally turning toward Potter, seeing him staring at the moon. He glanced down at their hands and bit on his bottom lip, looking up at Potter once more. He opened his mouth to speak and then closed it, shaking his head and turning away, not wanting to ruin whatever it was they were doing.
“I can’t believe you have detention today,” Ron frowned.
“I know,” Harry sighed, watching the third-year students and up milling around outside for their Hogsmeade trip. “Have a butterbeer for me, okay?”
Ron nodded, suddenly smiling when he saw Hermione walking toward them. “I will.”
Harry smirked, noticing the red tinge on his best friend’s face. “Just do it, mate,” he leaned in and whispered.
Ron’s face suddenly turned a deeper shade of red. “I’m scared, Harry,” he quietly said, seeing her getting closer. “What if she doesn’t feel the same?”
“What if she does?” he countered.
Ron sighed and then cleared his throat as soon as Hermione approached. She smiled at him before turning toward Harry. “Are you sure you don’t want us to pick you up anything?” she asked him.
“I’m sure,” Harry smiled, giving her a hug. “You guys have fun.”
He watched his two best friends leave with the rest of the group, smiling fondly at them. Truth was, he didn’t have detention. He only said that so he could give them some time alone together, aware of their feelings for each other. He just hoped that him not being there would hurry things along.
He walked down the corridors and toward the stairs to the Astronomy Tower, enjoying the silence. He stopped in the entryway and raised his eyebrows, when he saw the blond sitting at the window.
“You didn’t go to Hogsmeade?” he asked.
Draco jumped, quickly turning around, holding his hand to his heart. “Fuck, you scared the shit out of me, Potter,” he gasped.
Harry chuckled, moving further inside the room. “Sorry,” he said, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it. He then sat on the ledge next to Malfoy and took a puff.
Draco inwardly smiled at their closeness and took a drag on his own, returning his attention to the morning sky. “How come you didn’t go?” he exhaled.
“I wanted to give Ron and Hermione some time alone,” he replied. “You?”
Draco sighed. “I just don’t want to deal with the public yet,” he murmured.
Harry nodded in understanding. “So are you doing anything today?” he then asked.
Draco shrugged, “Not really.”
“Oh,” Harry cleared his throat. “You, um, maybe want to do something?” he nervously continued, keeping his head lowered so he could hide his deepening blush.
The room went silent as Harry waited for the boy’s response. He anxiously chewed on his lower lip, afraid to hear his rejection; however, his stomach fluttered at the thought of his acceptance.
Five long and painful minutes later, Draco finally whispered, “Okay.”
“Westgate Winged Horses are good,” Draco nodded, moving his black pawn forward. “But the Falmouth Falcons will always be my favorite.”
Harry smirked, moving his white bishop over and taking one of Malfoy’s pieces. “I figured as much.”
Draco looked up and furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Harry chuckled, looking up at him. “Bullies always like other bullies.”
“I’m not a bully,” he argued.
“So you’re saying all those times you made fun of me and my friends were on friendly terms?”
“You made fun of me too,” he countered.
“Only to keep up with you,” he defended. “You always started it.”
Draco sighed, glancing back down at their chess game. He studied the pieces, aware that he could win the game in two more moves. He slowly moved his rook to the side, knowing Potter would move his queen to save the king. “Check,” he then said, never looking up.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows, staring at Malfoy. “What’s wrong?” he asked, confused by the boy’s sudden distance.
Draco shrugged, still keeping his head down.
Harry frowned, looking down at the chessboard and moving his queen. Draco watched the movement, but unfortunately he wasn’t able to feel happy by his potential win. He slowly moved his last piece, mumbling, “Checkmate.”
Harry widened his eyes in disbelief, staring at the pieces. He then groaned when he saw his mistake and shook his head at his stupidity. He shifted his eyes up, realizing Malfoy wasn’t gloating or even smiling at his win. “Malfoy, are you okay?” he tried again.
“Why’d you come over to me by the lake?” Draco suddenly asked, looking up at him.
“Because I lost a bet,” he simply answered.
“Oh,” Draco sighed, knowing it was rather stupid of him to think Potter would have gone willingly.
Harry suddenly laughed, shaking his head. “Malfoy, I’m kidding,” he stated.
Draco blushed, a small smile appearing on his face. “So then why?” he asked again.
Harry shrugged, glancing down at their finished game. “I don’t know,” he began. “I guess I just thought you should have had someone there who understood what you were going through.”
Draco nodded and then closed his eyes, hoping they wouldn’t water. “I miss them,” he softly confessed.
Harry looked up at him, wanting so much to wrap his arms around him when he heard the pain in his voice. He glanced around the Room of Requirement, the only room they could hide from the students that didn’t go to Hogsmeade, and then looked back over at him, hoping his decision would not be turned away.
He slowly reached over and touched Malfoy’s hand, lightly rubbing it. He nervously chewed on his lower lip, afraid of the boy’s reaction. Sure he had done it once before without Malfoy yelling, but he couldn’t be positive he wouldn’t do it this time.
Draco gulped, feeling his stomach leap from the soft touch. He opened his eyes and stared up at Potter, their eyes locked in an intense gaze. He swallowed again, hoping that the lump inside his throat would disappear soon, and looked back down at their hands.
“Tell me something about them,” Harry whispered. Sure he didn’t like Malfoy’s parents - well, mainly his father since he really didn’t know his mother - but it wasn’t about him at this point.
Draco continued to stare at Potter’s hand grazing his own, not wanting him to stop. There was just something about his touch that made him feel warm inside. “Like what?” he murmured.
“Anything,” Harry softly replied.
Draco closed his eyes, feeling his hand begin to tingle. “They loved to spoil me,” he said.
Harry smiled, still touching his hand. “Yeah?” he said, encouraging him to continue.
“My father more than my mother,” he explained. “He wasn’t really the affectionate type, so he would buy me things as his sign of love for me,” he faltered, praying his eyes would remain dry. “But I always knew he loved me, even when he was stern with me, I knew he did.”
“What was your mother like?”
Draco licked his lips, suddenly feeling that tingling sensation move throughout his entire body. He opened his eyes and looked over at Potter, wondering if he could feel his body’s reaction to his touch. “My mother never had a problem showing her affection,” he then whispered.
Harry swallowed, his heart racing as they continued to stare at each other. “I’m really sorry, Malfoy,” he said.
Draco nodded, glancing away when he felt a tear threatening to fall. “I want to cry, Potter,” he quietly admitted.
“I’ll let you be,” Harry nodded, releasing his hand from Malfoy’s, believing the boy wanted to be alone.
“No,” Draco quickly said, turning his palm up to grab Potter’s hand.
Harry gulped, staring down at their joined hands. He then looked up at Malfoy, feeling his heart again thump rapidly.
“I didn’t mean for you to go,” he explained. “I meant…” he paused, glancing away and chewing on his bottom lip. “I meant I want to cry, but I can’t,” he whispered.
“Why can’t you?”
“Because Malfoy’s don’t cry,” he quietly replied. “It makes us look weak and volatile in front of our enemies,” he recited his father.
“That sounds like something your father would say,” Harry grunted.
Draco looked over at him and frowned. “He did,” he responded.
Harry sighed, gripping Malfoy’s hand a little tighter. “Malfoy, it’s okay to cry about this,” he explained. “You’ll probably even feel better afterward.”
“I don’t want to defy my father.”
“Are you telling me that you’ve never defied your father?” Harry arched an eyebrow.
“Well, of course I have, but-”
“Then why can’t you with this?”
Draco bowed his head. “Because I want him to still be proud of me,” he whispered.
“Malfoy, when exactly was the last time you cried?” Harry suddenly wondered.
“I was four,” he murmured.
Harry raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “You haven’t cried since you were four?”
Draco nodded, looking back up at him. “When I was young, I was terrified of thunderstorms,” he began, blushing a little at his confession. “I used to always climb in my parents’ bed at night when I would hear them approaching. They never objected, until one night when my father finally had enough.
“They had locked their door that night, which I didn’t realize until I tried to open it when I heard the thunder rumbling in the distance. I figured they forgot to unlock it and began knocking, hoping they would answer soon. As the thunder became louder, so did my knocks. I started crying when I realized how close the storm was getting and that I was still alone,” Draco continued, remembering that night as if it were yesterday. He could feel his eyes tearing and quickly wiped them dry.
“I then heard my father’s voice from inside. He told me to go back to my room and stop crying. He said they were not going to open the door and that I had to face my fears alone,” Draco swallowed. “I cried all the way to my room, flinching whenever I saw lightning flood the dark halls, knowing thunder was immediately going to follow. I jumped in my bed and hid under the sheets and just cried until it was over.
“After the storm passed, my parents came into my room, telling me how proud they were of me. I was still shaken up, but hearing them say that made me feel better. After that night, my father continued to lecture me on not crying and that I had to face my fears head on. I never wanted them to not be proud of me, so I told myself never to cry again. And I never did,” he finished.
Harry stared at him in wonderment. “You’re amazing,” he blurted out, blushing when he realized what he said.
Draco chuckled and then glanced down, realizing they were still holding hands. He cleared his throat and finally released him, looking back up. “You know, I never told anyone that,” he noted. “It kind of felt good doing that.”
Harry smiled at him. “Well I’m here if you ever want to talk,” he offered.
“Thanks Potter,” he smiled, his stomach fluttering in response.
Draco lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, his heart beating rapidly from the dream he just had. He and Potter were talking on the couch in the Room of Requirement when Potter leaned over and kissed him. As soon as their lips touched, he instantly melted, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him closer. Their kiss intensified as their hands began roaming over each other’s bodies. He had woken up as soon as he ripped Potter’s shirt open.
He wanted to relieve himself so badly, but he knew that if he did, all he would be thinking about was Potter and that dream. He never really thought about his sexuality, but he always just assumed he liked girls. He was startled by this new revelation and was scared to think that Potter was affecting him more than he would have liked.
He tried to relax his excitement by listening to the light breathing and snores from his four roommates, but it didn’t work. All he kept thinking about was Potter and the dream and how he desperately wanted to go back to sleep to finish it. He licked his lips as he remembered the taste of Potter’s lips on his, wondering how different they would taste in reality.
He suddenly blinked when he saw his room light up, thunder sounding about ten seconds later. Even though the Slytherin dorms were located underneath the lake, they each had been enchanted with windows to let them see, as well as hear, what was happening outside - sort of like the charmed ceiling in the Great Hall. He subconsciously tightened his grip on his sheets, unaware that a storm had been forming within the last few minutes. He then saw another flash of lightning and raised his sheets a little higher when the thunder sounded a bit quicker than before, knowing the storm was getting closer.
His body began to shake as he rolled over on his side and curled up in his sheets, his previous thoughts no longer an issue. Another thunder clapped, causing him to flinch. His lower lip started to quiver, not sure why he was suddenly scared. His eyes began to water as he saw another flash.
“Mom,” he softly called out, holding the sheets tighter in his grasp.
Two more booms of thunder sounded, causing him to shake uncontrollably. He suddenly heard the rain pelting against the enchanted window and tucked his head inside his covers. He just wanted to drown out the sound, but nothing worked. He jumped again when he saw another flash of light through his sheets.
“Mom, I need you,” he shakily whispered.
He soon felt a body lay behind him, their arms wrapping around him in a comforting embrace. He immediately felt safe and warm in their hold, and after a few more seconds, he finally broke down and sobbed into the sheets, praying that the thunder and rain would hide the sound and not wake his roommates.
“Shh, it’s okay,” a familiar voice whispered in his ear.
His whole body shook as he cried away twelve years of pain and sorrow. “I miss them so much, Potter,” he sobbed. “I miss them so much.”
“I know,” Harry softly replied, holding him tighter. “Shh, I know.”
“They’re never coming back,” he shook his head, tears still running down his face. “How am I supposed to go on without them?”
“By keeping them close to your heart and remembering all the good times you had with them,” he said.
“They must hate me so much now.”
“I bet you they’re more proud of you now than ever.”
Draco knew he was just saying that to make him feel better, and surprisingly, it was working. He continued to cry, but it was now a mixture of tears made up of sorrow, pain, anger, and a little bit of relief. He didn’t want Potter to let him go, feeling safe and secure in his arms. “Will you just hold me a little longer?” he suddenly whispered, sniffling back some tears.
Harry took a deep breath, tightening his hold around him. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered back.
They lay together in silence, Draco’s cries becoming less. Neither moved from their positions, not wanting to disrupt whatever it was between them.
“Potter?” Draco quietly spoke up a few minutes later.
Harry smiled, pulling the boy closer, feeling his body relax more in his arms. They again lay in silence, butterflies residing in both their stomachs.
Draco closed his eyes when he felt Potter’s warm breath tickle the back of his neck, biting hard into his lip so as not to make a sound. Harry already had his eyes tightly closed, pleading with the gods to not let Malfoy feel his growing excitement.
“Potter?” Draco whispered once more.
“Yeah?” Harry’s voice quivered.
Draco slowly rolled over on his other side to face Potter, the boy’s arms still wrapped around him. As soon as he glanced down at Potter’s mouth, he completely forgot what he was going to say, his heart racing, as he suddenly remembered his dream. They were so close. All he had to do was lean in a little more and he would be able to taste those same sweet lips from his dream.
He felt Potter’s hands begin to move slowly along his back and swallowed, his whole body tingling from the sensation.
He quickly looked up, blushing when he realized he was caught staring at his mouth. He tried to think of an excuse, afraid of what Potter may think. “I um…I…” he cleared his throat, knowing he had nothing to say.
Harry smiled, moving one of his hands up, gliding it through Malfoy’s hair as their eyes remained locked on each other. “Don’t hex me,” he then quietly said.
“For what?” Draco’s voice trembled.
“For this,” he replied, slowly leaning in and gently touching his lips to his.
Draco widened his eyes in shock, frozen by the kiss. He stared into the boy’s green eyes, his heart beating faster than ever, not sure what to do. Deciding to just take the plunge and worry about all consequences later, he closed his eyes and firmly pressed back, pressing his body closer to Potter’s.
Harry smiled and closed his eyes a second later, moaning into the kiss. Soon after, he slightly parted his mouth, letting Malfoy know he was willing if he was. His stomach fluttered in response when Malfoy’s tongue slipped inside. He eagerly pushed his own tongue against his, allowing them to intertwine and dance together.
“Harry,” Draco quietly moaned.
“Draco,” Harry murmured, rolling on his back and pulling Draco on top.
Draco pressed his body harder against Harry’s, feeling himself coming back to life from earlier.
“Oh god,” Harry gasped, opening his eyes and staring up at him.
Draco stared down at him, smiling. He then leaned down and gave him another kiss. “You taste amazing,” he whispered, backing away from his lips.
“So do you,” he quietly said, licking his lips to savor Draco’s lingering taste.
Draco smiled and leaned down, kissing him again. He then began trailing his kisses down his neck, stopping at one spot when he heard Harry’s breath hitch, knowing he had found one of his sensitive areas. He began to nibble, suck and lick on it, smiling to himself when he heard Harry moan in pleasure.
He slowly moved his hand down Harry’s chest, slipping it underneath the boy’s shirt when he reached the hem. He lightly grazed his fingernails up his skin, feeling Harry’s body arch in response.
“Draco,” Harry murmured, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. “The drapes.”
Draco moaned, stilling his hand on Harry’s chest as he sucked harder on the brunet’s neck when he had given him more access.
“Oh god,” Harry gasped, opening his eyes wide as he wrapped his arms tight around Draco and pulled him closer.
“Harry,” Draco whispered, kissing him up and down his neck. “I’m so fucking hot for you.”
Harry nodded, gripping the back of Draco’s shirt in his fists. “Me too,” he admitted, pulling the boy’s shirt up a little.
Draco immediately released Harry’s neck and sat up, hurriedly pulling off his shirt, noticing Harry doing the same. He smiled down at the bare-chested brunet before glancing around them, his cheeks flushing as he quickly moved to close the curtains around his bed.
Harry quietly chuckled, wondering when he was going to notice. He gave Draco a soft smile when he turned back toward him and began moving his hands along Draco’s legs that were straddling him. “Have you ever done this before?” he asked.
Draco shook his head, biting his bottom lip, uncertain how he would react to that. “I mean I’ve kissed a few girls, but never…” he paused and swallowed. “I’ve never…done more than that. And never…never with a boy,” he nervously continued.
“Me either,” Harry softly admitted, glancing around them, glad the drapes were finally drawn.
Draco breathed a sigh of relief, lowering his body to Harry’s, chests flushed together. “My heart is beating so fast right now,” he said, a slight blush reaching his cheeks.
Harry smiled, running his hands down Draco’s naked back. “I feel like I have dragons in my stomach.”
“I’m a little nervous.”
“I’m okay with us going slow,” Harry assured him. “This is new for both of us.”
Draco took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He then licked his lips, wrapping his arms around Harry. “What if we just…you know…with ourselves?” he whispered.
Harry gulped and then slowly nodded, “Okay.”
Draco awkwardly rolled off the boy’s chest so they were lying next to each other. They both turned their heads and stared at each other, unsure who was going to make the first move. Gathering all his Gryffindor courage, Harry shakily lowered his hands to his pants, seeing Draco’s eyes shift toward them.
He slowly unbuttoned them and then paused, taking a deep breath before sliding them down. His hand lingered underneath the waistband of his boxers as he tried to gather more courage.
“Wait,” Draco said, reaching out and grabbing the boy’s hand.
He smiled when he saw Harry’s confusion and leaned in, giving him a reassuring kiss. “Let me go next,” he explained.
Harry nodded, glancing down. Draco smiled, slowly lowering his hands to his pants and unbuttoning them. He fearfully swallowed before tugging them down.
Harry licked his lips before looking up at Draco. “On three?” he unevenly asked.
Draco nodded, his hands gripping the waistband of his boxers. “One, two, three,” he slowly counted, sliding the last of his clothing down on three.
Both boys gasped as they stared at each other’s fully naked bodies. After a few more seconds of gaping, they looked up at the other, blushing profusely.
Harry was the first to act, lowering his hand down toward his desired location. Draco did the same, shortly thereafter. They stared into each other’s eyes, enjoying the sweet pleasures of their actions below. Every so often they would shift their gaze down toward the other, their hearts racing at the sight.
Draco soon closed his eyes, tilting his head back. “Harry, I gotta…I gotta…” he gasped, clenching his teeth to try to hold on a little longer.
Harry bit on his bottom lip, watching Draco intently. “Fuck, me too,” he then quietly shouted, knowing the drapes were only hiding their appearance and not their sounds. He berated himself for not thinking about putting up a silencing charm.
“Don’t worry,” Draco suddenly said, arching his back a little.
“About what?” Harry wondered.
“My drapes are soundproof,” he answered, aware of what Harry was thinking. “I had them customized back in fourth year,” he gasped, opening his eyes and staring up at the ceiling. “Fuck,” he cried out.
“Thank fucking Merlin,” Harry growled, closing his eyes.
The two continued giving themselves much needed bliss, their intense pleasure right on the surface as they fantasized about the other.
“Harry?” Draco suddenly called out, turning to look over at him.
Harry opened his eyes and looked over at him, waiting for him to continue.
“Will you…oh god…will you…finish it?” he panted.
“Let’s do this,” Harry answered, hurriedly rolling on top of the blond.
They both gasped in pure enjoyment when their bodies touched. Draco immediately wrapped his arms around Harry, pulling the boy’s naked chest to his.
Harry leaned down and kissed him, feeling Draco’s lips part a few seconds later. He slipped his tongue inside his mouth and placed his hand on the back of Draco’s head, angling it up to give him an even deeper kiss.
It wasn’t long until the two boys found their attraction burst to the surface, their excited gasps filling each other’s mouths. After a few minutes, Harry rolled off Draco and lay beside him, their eyes closed. They silently lay together, listening to the rain still hitting the enchanted window, trying to catch their breaths.
“Harry?” Draco finally spoke up, his breathing back to normal.
“Yeah?” Harry breathed out.
“Since when were we on first-name basis?”
Harry chuckled. “I think around the time you shoved your tongue in my mouth.”
Draco blushed, remembering their first kiss. “Hey Harry?” he then said, suddenly remembering something else that puzzled him. “How’d you get in my room?”
Harry’s face went completely red. He had hoped he wouldn’t ask that. “Um,” he began, quickly trying to think of a plausible excuse.
Draco rolled over on his side, furrowing his eyebrows at the Gryffindor. “How’d you even know where the Slytherin common room was?”
Harry chewed on his bottom lip. “Well, I sort of already knew back in second year,” he murmured.
Draco raised his eyebrows in surprise. “How?” he curiously wondered.
Harry turned his head toward Draco, cheeks still flushed. “I kind of thought you were the Heir of Slytherin,” he sheepishly answered. “Ron and I took Polyjuice to turn into Goyle and Crabbe to get you to confess. You were actually the one who showed us the room.”
Draco smiled, shaking his head in awe. “How are you not a Slytherin?” he then asked, sitting up and pulling his pants back on.
Harry laughed. “Because I’m brave, and daring, and passionate, and-”
“Pigheaded?” Draco smirked over at him, before looking around the bed for his shirt.
“Strong-minded,” Harry countered, sitting up and pulling on his own pants.
Draco rolled his eyes, smiling when he saw Harry had been lying on his shirt. He immediately grabbed it and placed it under his nose, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply.
“That is possibly one of the most arousing things I have ever seen,” Harry said in wonderment, lying on his side, facing Draco.
Draco blushed, glancing down at the shirt in his hands and then over at Harry, noticing the boy was still shirtless. He licked his lips and smiled, placing his shirt next to Harry’s at the top of his bed. “So what about the password?” he then asked, lying on his side to stare at the brunet.
Harry blushed deeply. “I promised I wouldn’t say,” he mumbled.
Draco moved closer to Harry, leaning in and giving him a powerful kiss. He then pulled back from his lips and smiled. “How about now?” he questioned.
Harry shook his head, a goofy smile appearing on his face.
Draco smirked, seeing how his kiss had affected him. He slowly reached his hand out, softly gliding it through Harry’s hair, earning a pleasurable moan in response. He then leaned in to touch the boy’s lips once more, his tongue lightly running over them.
“Mm,” Harry closed his eyes and moaned again, parting his mouth to allow Draco entry.
About five minutes later, Draco finally broke away, leaving them both panting heavily from their intense kiss. “Now?” Draco tried again.
“Terry Boot,” Harry revealed at last, trying to catch his breath. “Two days ago.”
“How did he get the password?” Draco asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
“He’s dating Zabini,” Harry grinned in response.
Draco raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “Zabini and Boot?” he gasped.
Harry nodded, his breathing finally back to normal. “Swear you won’t say anything, Draco,” he pleaded. “I promised him I wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“I swear,” Draco said, placing his hand on Harry’s cheek to ease his anxiety. He then smiled, remembering something else Harry had said. “You asked him two days ago?”
Harry blushed. “I wanted to have it, just in case,” he began to explain. “I had even told myself I would only use it in emergencies. But when I heard the storm nearing, all I kept thinking about was that story you told me and how much I wanted to be there for you, to let you know you weren’t alone.”
Draco swiftly leaned in, giving Harry a profound kiss. “Thank you,” he then whispered, after backing away from him.
“For what?” Harry asked.
“For everything,” he quietly answered.
The room suddenly grew silent, the rain no longer a distraction on the window. They both stared into each other’s eyes, their attraction building once more.
“I really like you, Draco,” Harry softly whispered.
“I really like you too, Harry,” Draco whispered back.
“So,” he nervously swallowed, “what would you say if I asked if I could stay the night?”
Draco smiled and rolled over on his other side, his naked back flush against Harry’s warm chest. He reached behind him and grabbed Harry’s arm, pulling it around his front. He then placed his hand in his, lacing their fingers together, and closed his eyes.
“So is that a yes then?” Harry lightly chuckled.
Draco smiled, pulling the boy’s hand closer to his chest. Harry smiled and closed his eyes, snuggling up closer to Draco.
“Harry?” Draco quietly spoke a few minutes later.
“Thanks for coming over to me at the lake.”
Harry smiled and hugged him tighter, whispering, “Thanks for letting me.”
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