Unlikely Beginnings

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Chapter Eleven

\"Oh, poor Professor Tast!\" Hermione managed to get through her laughter when
they were several corridors from Muggle Studies, on their way to the Great
Hall. \"She was absolutely flabbergasted!\" The old woman had spluttered and
then stopped, looking thoughtful before asking \'What?\'. Hermione asked
again, and the woman had to admit she had no idea what a rubber duck
actually was. Ron had an arm around his stomach, it hurt from laughing so
much, as they made their way to the hall. They still had their books, but
they\'d probably miss the start of dinner if they went all the way back to
Gryffindor Tower.

They reached the Great Hall, and joined a group of students walking through
the doors and parting to sit at their tables. \"Harry\'s here already,\" Ron
said, pointing out the dark haired boy who was sorting some papers into two
piles at the Gryffindor table. \"Hey,\" Ron said when he sat down beside
Harry; Hermione took a seat across from them and set her bag down under the
bench. \"Here. Safe and sound.\"

Ron bundled up the cloak and pushed it into Harry\'s hand. \"Thanks,\" Harry
said, stuffing it into his bag which was in his lap. \"So how was it?\" he
asked, handing one of his piles of paper to Ron, who grimaced at the words
written on it. Divination homework; granted he\'d wanted Harry to get his,
but he still didn\'t want to do it.

\"It was great, you should see all the Muggle stuff in there. Toasters and
everything!\" Harry snorted at that. Ron made a face at him, and Harry
laughed at it. He supposed Ron really had never seen a toaster before, and
wondered for a second how Mrs. Weasley had made all that toast in the
mornings without one. \"I\'d rather take Muggle Studies than Divination.
What\'s that?\" Ron asked, pointing at a wee jar full of some purple tinged
liquid. He picked it up and tilted it, watching the purple stuff ooze to one
side and then the other when he tipped it back.

\"Trelawney predicted I\'d develop a horrible rash in unseen places.\" Ron
snickered, and Hermione reached across to smack his shoulder. Harry grinned
and finished, \"She said this would help make it go away.\"

\"Well, you can tell her it worked wonders, since your rash is completely
nonexistent,\" Hermione said. She had always been proud of having walked out
of Divination, and only occasionally regretted it when Ron and H cam came
back with silly stories of what they\'d made up. The teachers began to file
into the room through a side door, and the students began to quiet andt
t
for any announcements.

After another reminder about the Quidditch match tomorrow afternoon, and the
resulting canceled classes, the golden plates appeared in front of them on
the table, as well as all the food they could ever wish for. Hermione seemed
quite happy that Ron had taken such an interest in one of her classes that
was apart from them. Harry smiled at her and Ron as they continued to talk.
He didn\'t really want to talk at the moment, not to mention he didn\'t have
much to add to the conversation except help with the occasional explanation
of some Muggle artifact when Hermione had trouble getting its purpose across
to Ron.

It was interesting to listen to them, though, and they seemed content to let
him. Even Neville got into the conversation for a few minutes, and a few
others of their year who were also in Divination asked where Ron had been.
They were stuck for a moment on what to say to that, not really wanting to
confirm the long going rumor that Harry had an invisibility cloak. Hermione
saved it, and said that she\'d asked the teacher if Ron could sit in with her
as he had a spare period. Any of them who knew Professor Tast knew she
wouldn\'t mind, and most likely not even inquire as to whether Ron had a
spare or not.

Since the class was with the Hufflepuffs, no one at the Gryffindor table
could say that they never saw Ron there, but none had seen him in
Divination. The conversation continued, but Harry had turned most of his
attention back to his meal and started thinking about his homework and the
Quidditch match tomorrow. Gryffindor would play the winner of the match the
next weekend, and Harry couldn\'t wait. He looked up at Ron and Hermione and
tried to listen, but his attention was sucked through the gap between
numerous heads as he caught a glimpse of silver blond hair through the
people swaying and moving. The Ravenclaw table and half of the Gryffindor
and Slytherin tables in the way before he could see the usual place Draco
normally sat in.

With so many people, it was hard to see anything more than small fragments
of people, but Harry watched, and soon saw most of Draco\'s face, though he
wasn\'t looking Harry\'s way. Why would he be, though? He was probably talking
to his friends about something that had nothing at all to do with Harry.
Well, he didn\'t think Draco would be talking about him anyway, especially to
the Slytherins. He had as much to lose as Harry did if anyone knew they\'d
been together and weren\'t in a fist fight or something of the like.

The four rows of students obscured his way again, and Harry looked for a
moment more, but didn\'t see Draco again. Ron shoved him, getting his
attention, as Hermione had seen him staring off into space. \"Huh?\" he said
when he focused on Hermione\'s concerned face.

\"I said, what are you gawking at?\" Ron said, shoving a mouthful of roast
beef into his mouth. He chewed it carefully, minding not to open his mouth
as he did so. Hermione had beat that habit out of him years ago.

\"Nothing, just thinking about the match tomorrow. I wonder who we\'ll play
next weekend,\" Harry said. It wasn\'t really a lie; he had been thinking
about that, though he was more along the lines of, would he have to play
against Draco? The conversation around him turned to Quidditch, but Harry
was thankful it passed quickly, as he hadn\'t really wanted to talk about it.
He wanted to play Slytherin, truthfully, just for the intense strategy it
involved. He knew, though, that the rest of his team would prefer to play
Hufflepuff, as it was more fun and they didn\'t have to watch their backs in
case Crabbe or Goyle decided to ram into them. Being hit by a speeding
Crabbe was not healthy.

Students began to leave the hall when they finished their supper, and
departed through the open doors, off to their common rooms to complete
homework, or off to a group meeting. Harry looked down at his plate. He\'d
actually eaten a lot, and that was a bit surprising to him before he thought
about it further. He\'d been too preoccupied to sit down and have a decent
meal for the last few days. Ron was still eating as well, but Hermione had
pushed her plate aside about five minutes ago, and it vanished, leaving her
room to pull out a text and open it up. She and Ron were still in a deep
conversation about something or other. Harry wasn\'t really paying attention
anymore.

Harry put the last spoonful of his dessert in to his mouth, and wished he
could lean back and pat his full stomach without falling out of his seat.
He\'d probably end up whacking his head on the Hufflepuff bench behind him.
He looked around the hall and was again surprised to see how many people had
left in the last minute or two, but he looked at the clock, and it\'d been
half an hour since they\'d come into the Great Hall. That was usually how
long it took most people, who, of course, weren\'t engaged in conversation,
too busy to eat.

He suddenly looked up and across the room at the Slytherin table, wondering
if he\'d have a clear view of Draco now. Harry frowned when he couldn\'t see
the other boy. He looked back down at his bowl, and it vanished from sight,
as one of the elves downstairs whisked it away, and a new bowl of pudding
appeared a foot down the table from Harry. houghought about having some of
it, smelling the warm wafts of chocolate it was giving off. His stomach was
a bit tense, though, and he didn\'t want to make himself sick.

Harry was about to say something to Ron and Hermione, to tell them he was
going back to the common room, when he caught sight of familiar blond hair,
and almost grinned when he saw Draco slide into his line of sight at the
Slytherin table. He must have been behind someone and just moved back into
his spot, or went to grab some food or something from down the table. He
didn\'t think Draco ate too much, being as skinny as he was, but he could
have had a really good metabolism and ate like a pig or something.

Draco looked up as he put a spoon in his mouth, and caught Harry\'s eyes.
Merlin, he\'d just shoved a spoon in to his mouth, he must look like an
idiot. He\'d never felt like he was being watched before when he ate, but now
that he knew Harry could watch him do just that, he didn\'t think he could
finish any more dessert. Draco pulled the spoon out of his mouth and made a
small show of licking the remaining pudding off the curved utensil, turning
the tables and taking advantage of the dark haired voyeur across the room.

Harry was clearly interested in the way his tongue slid up the edge of the
spoon, and when Draco set it down, he had planned ettietting up and
swaggering out of the room, leaving Harry staring at the spot he\'d been
occupying. To his surprise, Harry seemed quite composed, and Draco frowned,
not quite understanding the expression on Harry\'s face. But when Harry
tipped his head towards the doors, and darted his eyes to them, and then
back to Draco, looking at him purposely, Draco didn\'t think he could mistake
that gesture. He gave one slow, purposeful decline of his head in a nod,
picking up his spoon again and toying with his pudding, not looking back up
at Harry at all. He said something to Goyle, and Harry only saw his lips
move, and then watched Draco push his bowl aside (it disappeared) and then
got up from the table and left the room without a backwards glance.

Harry wondered for a moment whether Draco had understood him, but he decided
to wait a minute before following, hoping that Draco wouldn\'t have gone far,
or hidden somewhere Harry wouldn\'t think to look. He told Ron and Hermione
that he was going back to the common room, and that he\'d show Ron what they
were supposed to do for their Divination homework in full when they got back
to Gryffindor Tower. They\'d have fun making up their usual ridiculous
predictions as they always did, and Ron laughed and agreed, saying he\'d be
along in a bit. Hermione agreed as well, shutting her book and saying they\'d
leave as soon as she finished what was left of her meal.

Harry nodded and said he\'d see them later, and started out of the room. He
made it past the doors, there was less than fifteen students in the hall,
and Harry scanned through them, looking for Draco. He spotted the other boy
at the notice board, feigning to read the pieces of parchment posted there,
but Harry saw him glance his way out the corner of his eye. Harry watched,
pretending to stop and adjust his bag, hefting it higher on his shoulder so
that it wouldn\'t slip off, and waited for Draco to give him some type of
signal. He did just that, with a tip of his head, and Harry followed his
direction and walked right by the blond, on his way down a corridor that was
very much in the opposite direction of Gryffindor Tower.

He kept walking and was wondering if Draco would actually follow and tell
him where to go again, because he was starting into unfamiliar territory,
and didn\'t feel like getting lost. He didn\'t even have his map with him; it
was up in his trunk. Draco waited until Harry was out of sight around a
corner down the hall, then turned and went after him, slowly, as if he
hadn\'t a care in the world and was just going for a stroll down the hall. If
anyone asked, he\'d tell them he was patrolling. That gave him an idea, and
he grinned, speeding up his steps slightly to catch up with Harry.

Not even hearing another set of footsteps, Harry suddenly felt a hand close
around his arm. He turned to see Draco, and almost smiled, but stopped
before it came out, as he had no idea how Draco would react to him smiling
at him. Draco smirked and turned, pulling Harry behind him. \"We\'re almost
there,\" he said, no longer whispering. Harry still didn\'t recognize where
they were, and in fact it seemed to become less and less familiar as they
hurried althe the quiet corridor.

Draco pulled him sharply around a corner and opened a door to the right
quickly. Harry barely saw a key being put back into Draco\'s pocket before he
was jerked inside and the door shut and relocked behind them. Harry stepped
into the room as he began to look around. There were large burgundy and
beige rugs with numerous large, squashy armchairs and the occasional small
couch placed in a crude sort of circle. There were cushions on every chair,
making them look so very inviting, and Harry moved to sit down in one of the
larger ones. \"What is this place?\"

Draco watched as Harry sat down heavily into one of the chairs, and walked
towards him. \"The Prefects\' meeting room. There isn\'t a meeting for days, so
no one will come in here. I\'ve locked the door; the only way it can be
opened is if I open it, or if it\'s someone outside who knows who\'s in here.\"
Harry nodded, and watched, slowly becoming nervous as Draco walked towards
him. \"And who would ever guess Draco Malfoy was about to shag Harry Potter?\"

Harry just stared back at Draco as he squatted down onto his haunches in
front of Harry\'s chair. \"That is what you wanted, isn\'t it?\" Draco asked him
when he hadn\'t replied. Harry nodded, and before he realized what was going
on, he felt smooth hands snaking up his thighs to rest on his crotch. Draco
gave Harry\'s cock a little squeeze before moving to undo the fastenings of
his pants and reaching in to pull out Harry\'s now half hard cock.

Draco smirked, pleased at the groan he elicited from the other boy as he
continued stroking Harry\'s cock to its now fully hard length. Harry leaned
his head back against the backrest of the chair, eyes closing at the
pleasurable sensations running through his body as Draco pumped his hand up
and down his erection. Without prior warning, Draco took his hand away
completely, which prompted Harry to open his eyes in confusion. His eyes
settled on Draco\'s as the blond slowly began to stand, though leaning
towards him as he did so.

Harry felt like his heart stopped and he held his breath, watching the other
boy. He almost thought Draco was going to kiss him, and Harry gave his lips
the barest of licks and closed his eyes for just a second, waiting, before
opening them again. When he did, he frowned at Draco, who had passed his
lips by completely, now standing in front of the chair Harry was sitting in.
Draco raised an eyebrow at him as he held out a hand. Harry looked at it and
slowly lifted his own to meet it, but before he accomplished that, Draco
moved his hand forward to grab Harry\'s impatiently.

He pulled Harry up out of the chair to stand in front of him, and quickly
moved his hands to the fastenings of the dark haired boy\'s trousers. Harry
couldn\'t look down at what Draco was doing, because he knew he\'d probably
whack his forehead into Draco\'s. This was going well so far, and he really
didn\'t want to ruin the mood by doing something stupid like that. Harry
shivered slightly when his trousers dropped down his legs to pool at his
feet, and Draco felt it as well. He smiled to himself and smoothed his
fingers over Harry\'s hips, pushing the other boy\'s boxers down in the
process.

Pressing his thighs together as best he could to let thesticstic waist band
go loose and join his trousers, Harry looked at Draco. The blond lifted his
head and he could feel Harry\'s breath on his face, as they were only a
cock\'s length away from each other, and Draco wanted to get his out as soon
as possible, and close that distance. He could have sworn he felt small
goose bumps as he drifted his fingers up under Harry\'s shirt, lifting the
hem of it as he went. Harry raised his arms above his head to help Draco as
the blond slipped the shirt over his head and off his arms, finally flung
somewhere off to the left.

Harry was almost in a complete daze by the happenings so far. He didn\'t have
any complaints, but this certainly wasn\'t how he was expecting to finish off
his night. This? This was a bonus, he thought. Usually Draco spared minimal
time in divesting the two of them of their trousers and most times didn\'t
bother with anything else as they shagged. Harry hadn\'t noticed he\'d closed
his eyes, but when he felt Draco\'s body heat move a step back, he opened
them. Draco had already taken his shirt off, and was now unzipping his
trousers, letting them drop just as he had Harry\'s.

The blond didn\'t wear any underwear, and Harry\'s eyes ran down from the
lightly muscled chest, smooth abs, and then were stilled by the sight of
Draco\'s cock. His own gave a twitch, and he realized this was the first time
he\'d seen the other boy\'s cock in full. Draco stepped out from the legs of
his trousers, and Harry felt a little smile pullat hat his lips at the sight
of Draco\'s feet, before noting that he must have his shoes on as well, and
wondering when Draco had taken his off. How long had he been staring? It
must have been before he\'d taken his trousers off, as Harry didn\'t see any
shoes when Draco kicked his clothes aside.

He moved forward, recapturing the space between he and Harry again, Draco
took Harry by the wrist and led him away from the chair. Harry wasn\'t
prepared to be pulled, and almost fell from his feet being stuck in his
shoes, tied together by the legs of his trousers. He tugged against Draco\'s
hold and the blond stopped. Draco frowned as he watched Harry toe his shoes
off, pressing his thumb absently into the pulse at Harry\'s wrist. Just as
soon as Harry was finished, Draco pulled on his wrist, leading him into a
larger space on the floor in the center of all the chairs.

Draco let go of him and moved to grab a couple cushions from a chair, and
Harry took the time to shuck his socks off his feet and toss them aside.
He\'d always thought people looked funny wearing just socks, especially black
ones. Draco turned back around and dropped the pillows on the floor and
stepped almost flush to Harry. Harry stared blankly back at him, and
couldn\'t help but squirm when Draco\'s erection brushed against his own. His
eyes closed again, and he felt himself being pushed down. Draco had his hand
over Harry\'s shoulder, firmly pushing Harry until he\'d landed on his knees,
facing Draco.

He opened his eyes again to look up at the blond. Draco took hold of his
cock and wondered if he should take advantage of Harry\'s position, and make
the brunette suck him off. He didn\'t think he\'d feel as good of a release
that way as he would pounding out his orgasm into Harry\'s arse, though.
Draco looked back at Harry before walking around him and dropped down on the
other cushion on the floor behind Harry. Harry let out a small gasp when he
felt Draco\'s arms wind around his body, smoothing down his stomach to grip
his cock.

Draco pressed his chest to Harry\'s back, and stroked Harry\'s cock slowly as
he nudged some hair out of the way with his nose to have better access to
the other boy\'s ear. \"Do you have some type of oil on you?\" Draco whispered,
snaking out his tongue to flick at the back of Harry\'s earlobe.

\"Er,\" Harry said, quite eloquently, if he might say. He swallowed and
blinked his eyes, forcing himself to think instead of just succumbing to the
warm sensation spreading in tendrils through his body, starting at his cock.
\"Actually, I do,\" he finally got out, remembering the jar he\'d gotten from
Professor Trelawney. \"It\'s in my bag.\" In their past experiences with each
other, Draco had usually spat in his hand and got it over with, and not that
Harry had a problem with proper lubrication, it was just a stark change, and
he hadn\'t been expecting it.

He also hadn\'t been completely aware that his words would take the heat
Draco\'s body pressed against him made, and move the blond to pull Harry\'s
school bag towards them. He heard Draco rummaging around his bag until he\'d
found what he guessed was the oil, or the closest to oil they were going to
get at the moment. Why Potter has a bottle of purple oil in his bag, I\'ll
never know, Draco thought, but he welcomed it all the same. He shook his
head as he twisted the lid off the small jar and poured a generous amount of
the purple substance into his hand.

It smelled like lilacs, or something flowery like that. He really wasn\'t
sure, since he never really cared much for flowers or their smells. He set
the bottle down and pressed his hand against Harry\'s lower back, pushing the
boy down onto his hands, lifting his arse into the air. With the hand
containing the puddle of oily flower essences, and he couldn\'t believe he\'d
just thought that, Draco ran it slowly down the crevice between Harry\'s
cheeks.

He tried not to let the oil drip too much, and his cock ached to rock itself
up and down that slick valley, but he held back. Draco circled Harry\'s hole
with his index finger before finally slipping it inside, smiling when he
heard Harry moan. He quickly added a second and then third finger to his
quest, making sure to stretch his fingers out as best he could. When Harry
started to press back, wanting more of his fingers, wanting them deeper,
Draco knew he couldn\'t resist, and pulled his fingers out.

Draco picked up the almost half empty jar and poured a bit more of the sweet
smelling liquid into his palm, he then set the jar back down and began to
liberally coat his straining cock with the smooth oil. He stepped forward on
his knees, bringing himself closer to Harry\'s arse, and put his clean hand
onto Harry\'s hip, and used the other to guide his leaking erection to the
slickened hole. He pushed forward, making sure he was going to penetrate the
small hole, and then pushed the entire length of his cock in, in one stroke.

\"Ugh!\" Harry ground out between gritted teeth when Draco thrust into him.
\"Draco,\" he gasped out, and Draco took it as encouragement to begin with,
but when he began to slide his cock out, Harry had another thing to say
about it. \"Don\'t.\"

Draco stilled, cock half inside Harry, and asked, \"What?\" He didn\'t know if
he\'d heard Harry correctly, but hearing his name from the other boy\'s mouth
was nice. It could very well have been the first time he\'d ever said it out
loud, to Draco, at least.

\"It hurts,\" Harry said softly, not knowing how Draco would take his putting
voice to his physical feelings. \"Go slower,\" he ventured to say, hoping the
blond wouldn\'t do just the opposite of his request. Draco stayed still, not
really knowing what to think of what Harry had said. Harry was about to pull
away from Draco, but the blond seemed to snap himself out of it and started
to slide slowly back into Harry\'s hole.

Harry breathed out slowly, wanting to wipe the initial pain away, and he
turned his head a bit, but could only see Draco out of his peripheral
vision. \"I\'m still a bit sore,\" he said quietly, wanting to give a bit of an
explanation. He didn\'t want Draco to be completely slow and boring, because,
in truth, he rather liked the rough thrusting that Draco seemed fond of when
he really got into it.

Draco closed his eyes and frowned slightly, trying to go senouenough, and he
listened for any other protests Harry might have had. No more came, and he
only heard the other boy\'s low pants as he slowly thrust his cock in and out
of the tight hole. Finally, after pushing himself all the way inside of
Harry, he paused a moment, and rocked his hips slightly. He felt his balls
rub against Harry\'s skin, and forced himself to stop so as not to come too
soon. Despite the times before this that they\'d shagged, Harry was still as
tight as the first time.

He moaned low in his throat at the tight, velvety feel of Harry\'s passage
gently squeezing his length, egging him to just pound into him. Once he\'d
steadied his breathing into a somewhat normal rhythm, Draco slowly pulled
out half way, and thrust back in, adding a bit of speed now. He almost
missed the sharp gasp from the other boy as he hit Harry\'s prostate on that
stroke, but he smiled to himself at the moan that followed afterwards.

Draco definitely wasn\'t going as fast as he usually did, or as hard as he
wanted to right now, but he\'d been asked to take it slow. If he had known he
had hurt Harry previously, he would have been more careful, but this wasn\'t
as bad as he\'d thought it would be, to go slow. He could feel every little
sensation better against his cock, the tight, gripping heat. Harry was
feeling just the same as Draco, and he had to admit to himself that he
missed the hard pace that they had become sort of accustomed to, and he
to
to ask for more. \"Harder,\" Harry said, just loud enough for the blond to
hear him.

\"Yeah?\" Draco asked, speeding up slightly, and gripping his hands tighter
over Harry\'s hips. Harry pushed back eagerly, and Draco angled to hit his
prostate again.

Harry moaned and agreed, \"Yes.\" And couldn\'t help but groan as Draco slowly
pulled out of him. He wanted to beg the blond boy to go harder and faster,
to forget he\'d ever said to go slow. Draco was all too happy to comply, and
he\'d pulled his hips all the way back until only the very tip of his
erection was inside of Harry. He stilled like that for just an
excruciatingly long moment before slamming hard back into the tight hole,
his hips hitting with a sharp smack against Harry\'s arse.

\"Aah!\" Harry moaned out, the loudest yet, and his head was spinning from the
pleasure that he was unprepared for the next thrust. Draco pulled back again
and thrust as hard as he could, repeating his previous actions, but this
time, he\'d completely knocked Harry off balance. The dark haired boy was
unsettled and pushed forward off his hands, landing with a thud on the cool
wooden floor on his elbows.

Harry\'s head hung forward, letting his fringe fall over his eyes, his head
almost touching the floor. He began to pant heavily, his mouth open, as
Draco picked up the speed. After being shoved down into his current
position, Harry had now steadied himself on his forearms, trying to
physically keep himself in place at the force of Draco\'s thrusts,
threatening to push him forward on each stroke. Each slap of the blond\'s
hips against his arse made each thrust all the more stimulating than the
last.

Draco held on to Harry\'s hips, unconsciously massaging with his fingers
which were camouflaged as readjusting his grip. He opened his eyes, not even
realizing he\'d kept them shut since Harry had spoke, and watched the lean
back in front of him. He could see a thin layer of sweat starting to glisten
over the expanse of Harry\'s back, and Draco almost felt like smoothing his
hands over it.

\"Oh, god!\" Harry cried out when a particularly rough thrust nudged hard
against his prostate. He almost thought to tell Draco to stop again, to make
sure no internal damage had been done. He felt almost disconnected from his
lower body, and he wished he could wank himself off in time to Draco\'s
thrusts.

His breathing was becoming as erratic as his thrusts, and Draco felt himself
nearing his completion. Not wanting to come before the other boy, Draco
leaned forward a bit, having to slow the movement of his hips, and slid a
hand along Harry\'s hip and across his thigh. Harry gasped when he felt
Draco\'s hand close around his cock, and tried to drive forward into the
tight fist. His attempt threw them both off any sort of pattern of thrusts
they\'d gained, but they soon recovered.

Draco was jerking him off in time with his thrusting, and Harry found the
strength to lift his head to stop a gob of welled up spit from slipping past
his lips onto the floor in front of him. He swallowed, and gasped when his
throat was opened up again, moaning out his appreciation of the dual
pleasure he was receiving. The feeling of the hand on his cock, wanking him,
and Draco\'s cock pumping in and out of his hole was becoming too much, and
he knew it, feeling his orgasm become so close he wanted to scream.

He felt his muscles begin to tighten around Draco, and Harry loved the
feeling of it almost as much as Draco did, and he let out a harsh moan as
his cock twitched and began to spurt. Draco added his own moan to Harry\'s as
the tightening of the other boy\'s muscles squeezed themselves around Draco\'s
cock perfectly, milking his orgasm painfully hard from his body. His stomach
tensed as he came inside of Harry, and he leaned forward, resting against
Harry\'s back.

When their orgasms had subsided, and they began to catch their breath, Harry
didn\'t think he could hold them both up anymore, and he shifted slightly.
Draco got the hint and lifted himself off Harry, and looked down at his
cock, still half hard and inside Harry. He pulled back slowly, and watched
the small hole stay stretched open, but the muscles tensed themselves in a
crude manner or waving goodbye, and, again, Draco couldn\'t believe he\'d
thought that.

His breath was still ragged, and Draco set a hand on the edge of a chair to
steady himself as he stood. He didn\'t really want to go anywhere at the
moment, so he opted for just collapsing into said chair, the one Harry had
been occupying before they\'d begun. Draco raised an amused eyebrow at the
picture before him, of Harry still in the same position he\'d left him in;
arse up, face down. Though he\'d let his head droop down again, and twined
his fingers through his hair. Draco thought he looked rather good like that
before he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, waiting for his
breathing to even out.

Harry slowly felt his body begin to cool, as the sweat he\'d generated
started to dry. He pushed himself up shakily, and wondered for a second
whether Draco had already left, before he saw the blond sitting in the chair
to his side, eyes closed and chest still rising and falling rapidly. He
unknowingly mimicked Draco\'s actions for standing up, and soon found he
wasn\'t too stable to be walking around just yet, and he sat down on the edge
of the chair beside Draco. It really was almost big enough for two, and
Draco peeled open an eye to look at the messy hair on the back of Harry\'s
head when he felt the edge of the chair dip.

Turning his head around to look at Draco, Harry found the other boy looking
at him. If he had been unsure before of what kind of relationship this was
turning out to be, he sure as fuck didn\'t know now, either. Whatever
questions showed in his eyes, Draco must have been ignoring them, because he
didn\'t say anything.

After a moment, Draco lifted a hand and hooked it around Harry\'s upper arm
and pulled him back. Harry let himself be moved, and put up no resistance,
even scooting his arse back to sit more comfortably, though wincing as he
did so as the rough corduroy of the cushion brushed against sensitive skin.
Draco\'s shoulders were broader than his own, and Harry was surprised to feel
that the blond\'s arm was still behind him, almost holding him as they sat
there together.

Harry was laying almost half against Draco\'s chest, and he could feel the
other boy\'s breathing return to normal. Draco wasn\'t entirely sure why he\'d
pulled Harry to him, but it seemed like the thing to do at the time, so he\'d
done it. It wasn\'t uncomfortable, either. He had seen the confused look on
Harry\'s face, wondering what they were doing, and Draco had tried not to
think about that particular issue himself lately.

He breathed in steadily, and let out a warm breath over Harry\'s shoulder,
and Draco felt the other boy shift slightly. Draco tipped his head down,
acting on impulse, and rubbed his cheek softly against Harry\'s skin before
smoothing his lips over it to press a soundless kiss to Harry\'s shoulder. He
didn\'t know why he did it, but he felt the urge to continue, opening his
lips slightly and giving a slightly more wet kiss to the same spot, tasting
the skin a little with his tongue.

When Harry felt Draco\'s lips against his shoulder, he was surprised, to say
the least. He had no idea where it was coming from, but he decided he\'d
liked it. Draco pulled his head back and let it hit the backrest again,
really trying not to think about what he was doing with Potter, basically in
his lap, both of them naked, and having just had the best shag of his life.
Clearing his throat quickly, Draco slid out from behind Harry and stood up,
crossing to where his trousers had been thrown to and bent down to pick them
up.

Harry fell back against the empty chair and stared after Draco for a moment,
before shifting to the edge of the chair. The bundle of clothes Draco picked
up was not only his trousers, but Harry\'s as well, and he tossed the second
pair over to Harry. He barely caught the garment with his hands rather than
his head and Harry reached down one of the legs to retrieve his underwear.

He stood up slowly, feeling a lot more steady on his feet than when he\'d
first sat down, and began to put on his boxers. It was then he noticed just
how sticky his arse was becoming, and he really hoped he found a bathroom on
the way back to Gryffindor Tower.

Draco was already dressed by the time Harry completed fastening his
trousers, and he moved to grab his shirt off the floor. He pulled the
sweater over his head and absently tried to flatten his hair as he watched
the other boy. The blond wasn\'t paying him any attention, and Harry found
himself presented with the usual aloofness that Draco most often displayed.

\"Uhm,\" Harry began, and Draco was drawn away from tucking in his shirt tails
to look expectantly at Harry. \"Good luck at the match tomorrow.\"

Draco looked like that was something he hadn\'t been expecting at all, and
slowly nodded, a slight frown creasing his forehead. He lifted a hand to
brush back a few errant strands of his usually slick hair, smoothing out the
frown as well. \"Thanks,\" he said, and grabbed his robe from where he\'d slung
it over the arm of a chair. He slipped it on and grinned at Harry before
opening the door and walking out of the room.

Harry looked back at him for a moment, gave a small smile in return, and
then Draco was gone, the door still slightly ajar. Harry couldn\'t even hear
footsteps in the hall, and he knew he wouldn\'t see Draco down the hall when
he left the room. He leaned down, slowly, as he was a bit sore still, even
if this was a much more pleasant experience, to grab the open jar, now half
empty. He screwed the lid back onto it and set it back in his bag. He pulled
the drawstrings on it and hefted it onto his shoulder.

He gave one final look at himself and decided he\'d have to stop in a
lavatory for sure, as soon as he found one on his way back. Harry wasn\'t
even quite sure where he was, but he knew the general direction that Draco
had led him in, so he\'d just have to go in the general direction to find his
way back to a more familiar hall. He left the room, shutting the door behind
him and started on his way back to the Great Hall. He didn\'t think he could
find his way straight to Gryffindor Tower from where he was now. In fact, he
wasn\'t even completely sure where he was at the moment. Perhaps he\'d check
on his map before he went to sleep.

On the other side of the Great Hall, Harry ducked into the bathroom that he
and Draco had \'occupied\' the other day. The rest of his trek back to
Gryffindor Tower was uneventful, and when he finally reached the Fat Lady\'s
portrait, he had to think for a minute before the password came back to him.
\"Billywig,\" Harry said to her, and she nodded and swung herself open.

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