The Erotic Adventures of Potter And Malfoy

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I must apologise heartily for the delay between Chapters 11 and 12, especially as I left you on such a horrible cliffhanger. This is the final chapter, and I must thank all those who have helped me. This shall be done on the next page.

I hope you enjoy it as much as you have allegedly enjoyed the previous 11 chapters.

Nix.

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(The Long Awaited) Chapter 12.

There was blackness. He stirred, slowly. And then… a slow feeling in his arms of warmth, spreading through his body. He moaned low in his throat as hands stroked gently over his cheekbones. His eyelids fluttered. A sound… his name, whispered low on someone’s breath, that someone who was stroking his skin gently. His lips parted slightly. Fingertips, ghosting over them, their touch so gentle that it felt like rough silk. His name again, more urgently. He moaned softly, once again, as those fingers travelled down his skin, touching him more urgently, more insistently. A sudden shock of pain, as whoever it was pinched the skin on the back of his wrist. His eyelids fluttered once more.

And then…. Cruel bright light, screams, a body twisted in pain, beseeching eyes consumed with hurt, the agony of realisation, sorrow so complete and engulfing that it almost took on a physical force, a crumpled black form, a crushing feeling of utter loneliness….

……and a boy curled up in a foetal position on a tower in the failing light, sobbing into his arms and shaking with cold or horror or both. He opened his eyes.

And saw the other boy standing over him, his face wet from tears, a sense of movement stilled, as though he was poised to run. He knelt by the boy on the floor, who shuddered violently, reached out a hand, and ran it through the boy’s hair, feeling him tremble, leaned closer and pressed his lips against those he had stroked minutes earlier.

The boy on the floor let out a harsh cry and scuttled away on his back, pressing up against the cold stone of the crenellations, his eyes wide with shock and fear. The kneeling boy stood once more, inclined his head as though he was puzzled and spoke the boy’s name uncertainly. He didn’t answer. The standing boy tried again.

“Draco?”

There was no answer. “Draco, what the hell is wrong with you?”

Draco finally let out his breath. He’d been holding it. He gazed up at Harry, his eyes wide. He opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him, and he closed his eyes again.
“No, Draco, you’re not shutting me out. You’re lying, I know you are,” Harry said, kneeling down by him again. He pushed Draco back against the stones and kissed him again, harder this time. Draco gasped as the warmth he’d experienced earlier spread through his body again, then shock cut in and he pushed Harry violently away, gasping, his eyes hollowed with something Harry couldn’t identify.
“Draco?” he whispered uncertainly, his brows creasing with puzzlement again, as he watched the pale boy start to cry once more, start to shake more violently than ever, start to clutch at his head as though he was going mad, his thin shape almost violently pale against the dark grey of the hard stone beside him. He raised his head to gaze at Harry, and as he did he flashed into angelic brilliance in the light of the moon. Harry locked eyes with him, emerald burning into silver, the incomprehension he felt being engulfed by the sheer depths of pleading his saw in Draco’s eyes.

Draco felt strong fingers curl around his jaw, and through the tears in his eyes, he saw Harry’s bewilderment. But that didn’t matter. He suddenly lunged forward and wrapped his hands around Harry’s neck and dragged him towards him. Harry struggled with shock, but Malfoy held him there, with what little strength he possessed and kissed him so hard that his teeth cut Harry’s lip and they both tasted the sharp coppery tang of his blood. The last strains of shock left his system and he wrapped both hands around Harry and dragged him closer, pausing momentarily to savour the feeling of Harry moving closer willingly, of Harry winding his arms around Draco’s neck, of Harry shifting between them so as to be as close as possible. But they could never be close enough, not now, not ever again.

Harry broke off the kiss first, gasping for breath, eyes shining with hope and tears. His eyes played over the delicate features of Draco’s face, watching as his small tongurayerayed cat-like over his lip and licked away the traces of Harry’s blood.
“Will you tell me what’s going on now?” he asked, tentatively, his voice nothing more than a whisper. Draco drew a deep breath.
“I killed you.”

Time stood still for a moment, and in their silence, the wind blew gently over them and they both heard a startled bird take flight in the forbidden forest, the gentle hum of other students in the castle below them, a slight shaking of the trees in the Hogwarts grounds.

“You… what?” asked Harry, thoroughly mystified now.
“I killed you. How are you still here?”
“Have you gone mad?”
“It’s a possibility.”
“What are you talking about, Draco? You told me you didn’t love me and I ran. And the I got so angry that I had to come back and make you prove it to me – ” At this Draco shuddered deeply again in Harry’s arms. Harry pulled him closer and continued “– and you were on the floor, moaning my name and rolling around.” Harry stroked Draco’s back as he realised the other boy was crying again. And suddenly it clicked.
“Draco….” He began “You dreamed of me.”
“N..no..” Draco choked out. “It..it was more than that.” He paused and took a few deep breaths. It seemed to calm him down.
“A premonition?” Harry asked. Draco nodded mutely. He felt the atmosphere crystallise around him as Harry broke back from him and looked at him with fear in his eyes. Felt everything pause, until it seemed that they were the only two people in the world, until they weren’t breathing, nothing was moving, nothing was alive in this moment except them. And suddenly, he felt the loneliness rise up over him again and block out the light and stars and it tore a wordless cry from his throat as he flung himself forwards and into the arms of his lover, wrapping his arms as tight as he could around the slim body that he knew so well, hearing him cry out in pain at the strength in Draco’s embrace, feeling thin arms snake back round him. He raised his head and if anything, this kiss was more brutal than the last as Draco poured his soul and fire into it, as Harry gasped at the missed intensity and responded with the same urgency, as the heat of their feelings and kiss consumed them and they fell back, eyes smouldering as suppresseelineling were at long last allowed to surge to the surface and overwhelm them.

“Harry… I,” Draco began, but was silenced as Harry brushed a finger against his lips, still red and sore and bleeding.
“Sssh, don’t speak” he said, and kissed Draco again, cupping his face tenderly, feeling the pronounced cheekbones press against his hands as Draco mewled softly in his arms. He pulled Draco on top of him, legs either side of his torso, and stroked his arms, looking up at his face.
“I love you, you know,” he said. Draco took a deep shuddering breath, his tears still wet with cheeks, and opened his mouth to speak, and closing it again as Harry continued speaking. “I could have existed without you. But it would have been a half-life, Draco. I couldn’t have lived without you. Do you understand me? I need you, you… I don’t know, you bring something else to me… I look at you… and I wonder how the hell such enmity turned into something that feels so good…. And then I realise that the how doesn’t matter… I don’t care about it… I’m just so…. privileged to have you, so glad it happened... You lift me from this world, Draco, you lift me from all this shit about Voldemort that everyone painfully doesn’t mention and you take me somewhere else where there is just us, and I never want to leave it.”

And when he looked up at Draco, his breath hitched in his throat at how beautiful the other boy loo his his silvery hair glowing in the moonlight, one long tendril hanging down in front of his shadowed silver eyes. The tears on his fine cheekbones glittered like diamonds sprinkled on the silk of his skin, and his head was haloed by stars. And as Harry gripped the boy’s arms he suddenly felt like he was holding onto an angel, one that could have flown away at any moment, or dissolve into glimmering dust motes. He instinctively gripped harder, and Draco gasped, shutting his eyes in pain, as the bones in his wrist ground against each other.

“Harry,” Draco gasped, his voiced choked. Harry didn’t wait, but pulled the other boy down for another kiss, relishing the feeling of Draco’s lips against his own, Draco’s tongue moving in time with his own, and their bodies writhing as they pressed hard against each other. And now the kiss was more frantic, and Draco moaned into Harry’s mouth as he felt Harry harden underneath him. Draco rolled them both over, catching Harry by surprise, and raised his wrists above his head. Harry’s eyes widened, but Draco merely closed his.
“Please,” he said, so low that the whisper was almost lost on the night air. “Please, Harry.”

Harry’s pulse quickened at the sight of his lover beginning to beg him, and with both hands he pressed the already bruised wrists of the thin boy below him into the rough stone. Draco cried out, but the pain filtered quickly from the cry as Harry leaned down and brushed his lips across Draco’s neck, kissing the skin gently, before taking some in between his teeth and nibbling on it. Draco moaned out loud, and Harry ground against him, erection brushing erection through their robes. Still kissing his neck, Harry moved one hand from Draco’s wrists, moving it lower, undoing the neck clasp of Draco’s robes and stroking the thin torso underneath, feeling the prominent edge of ribs moving below him and the cut of a sharp hipbone biting into his wrist as Draco bucked his hips. He undid Draco’s trousers one handed and ran his fingertips along Draco’s cock, eliciting another sharp gasp from its owner.

A light breeze stirred the hair on Harry’s head as, with his fingers, he stirred Draco up into a trembling frenzy of pleading. Moving his hand rapidly now along Draco’s hard length, his fingers curled and his eyes glued intently on the face and body of his lover, he watched Draco buck his hips as he begged Hato mto move faster, harder… oh god, Harry, please… Harry bit his lip at the sight and removed the other hand from Draco’s wrist, sliding it down the smooth skin and under Draco’s rounded buttocks, almost stopping in surprise as he lifted his hips and allowed Harry underneath him.

Harry, his mouth hanging slightly open with lust, ran his fingers over skin like raw silk, feeling the muscles beneath it give slightly under his touch. He pushed down Draco’s trousers and watched those same muscles ripple beautifully as Draco kicked the burden of material away from his body, then spread his legs slightly. Harry almost whimpered himself, but swallowed hard. A low throaty growl of need came from him instead, and as Draco opened those beautiful silver eyes of his, Harry spread Draco’s thigh even more and swallowed Draco’s cock whole.

With his lips and his tongue, he stirred Draco once more, and in his minds eye he could see a shining haze around the boy and silver-edged clouds scuttling across the night sky. He pressed down on Draco’s hips with his hand, to stop him bucking, to stop him escaping and ran his tongue firmly along the underside of Draco’s penis, before pursing his lips around it once more and sliding them down to the hilt, feeling Draco’s cock ease into his throat. The silver boy was incoherent, crying out, clawing at Harry’s robed shoulders with his hands, tossing his head and arching his back with pleasure. His breathing came faster and faster, as Harry bobbed his head in time with the harsh panting, his eyes half closed in lustful pleasure, one hand now playing in Harry’s hair, his teeth gritting, moaning harshly now as he strained against Harry’s hands on his hips, closing his eyes now, his eyebrows drawing together, his mouth beginning to open as Harry…stopped.

Draco pouted, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he panted, his eyes on Harry, who now sat back on his haunches and threw his robes off his shoulders. He slowly undid the buttons on his white shirt, the colour of it stark against his still faintly golden skin, and threw it behind him. His hands slid over his skin slowly, undoing his belt, then sitting down and pulling off his trousers slowly. Draco licked his lips as he watched Harry slide his black boxers over his equally jutting hipbones and down to the floor.

Draco whimpered as Harry unceremoniously stuck two fingers into his mouth, his eyes widening as his legs were spread even further and one of those slick fingers inserted into him. He tensed with the intrusion and unfamiliarity, but Harry was insistent and soon Draco felt himself relax gradually, his breathing becoming ragged once more as Harry began to move the finger inside him, then add another. Draco moaned hard as Harry moved his fingers, curling them, scissoring them easing them in and out of him easily now.
“Harry, please, god…” he choked out, his cock unbearably hard now.

Harry removed his fingers, and lubricated himself with his wand, Draco trembling in excitement and anticipation. Then he was lifted up, and he cried out as the tip of Harry’s cock slid inside him… Harry paused, his face concerned, but Draco opened his eyes, pleading silently for more, and Harry continued until he was entirely inside Draco, dark sheathed inside light, enjoying the sensation. He gasped as Draco moaned impatiently, and started to move inside him, thrusting uncertainly into the warmth of the boy below him, all clutching arms and metallic shine and hot, panting breath and sensation and pleasure…

Harry moved faster, spurred on by Draco’s continuous cries of pleasure, his eyes closing as sensation took over him, pleasure welling up inside him like charge inside a storm cloud as he corrupted the divine presence below him, moving in and out of Draco hard now, sweat beading on their skins, the coldness of it in the breeze being lost against the raging heat they generated. Draco pulled Harry close to him, and wrapped his legs around his waist, forcing him deeper, harder, crying his name.

Dark hair flopping forward into his eyes, dripping the occasional bead of sweat onto Draco’s chest, and eyes so clouded with lust that they looked almost black. Draco couldn’t tear his eyes away, couldn’t close them, and yet couldn’t entirely keep them open, as Harry thrust inside him again and again, as desire took him over entirely, as he succumbed to Harry’s onslaught, as he was pressed painfully into the hard stone below, as he gave up every care he had and thought only of Harry… oh, Harry, oh, oh, harder Harry, please.

A series of short gasping moans broke forth from Harry, as Draco tightened hard around him, crying out loudly, as he felt the feelings of it all overwhelm him and throw him up into the sky for a moment, before he plunged back down to earth, only to be caught up by the pleasure once more as he came, crying and almost screaming, fucking Draco hard, as though the pleasure has solidified, ice-like in his veins and become electrified, pleasure so intense it was almost tangible. The world swam for a moment, and then the blurs vanished and all he could see was Draco.

They shook violently, as each recovered reluctantly, as they buried themselves in each others mouths, as they kissed softly, as Draco nestled into the warmth of Harry’s arms, and as Harry pressed himself against Draco’s smooth skin, stroking his hair gently.

They fell asleep like that, entwined in each other’s arms, so close that at first glance one boy melted into the other, as the stars wheeled above them and the breeze blew cold and the sky darkened to the colour of pitch. They were still asleep as the sun rose hours later and the sky flushed a pale pink, shading to purple-blue at the zenith. They slept soundly still as the castle woke up around them, almost as if they would never wake again.

But they did. And Draco stretched, cat-like, a small smile twisting his face as he looked at Harry, blinking sleepily in the morning sunlight. Draco laughed suddenly, and flung his arms out wide, spinning around wildly, looking up at the sky and becoming dizzy, before he fell over the recumbent Harry looking at him in amazement and banged his head. Harry laughed too, and he couldn’t stop and they were both giggling like young children.

“Come on, lets go back to the castle. I’m starving,” Harry said, and they pulled on their rumpled clothing and walked slowly back down through empty corridors and down winding staircases to the Great Hall.

And as they entered the Hall, full of Hogwarts students, with their arms looped around each other and wry smiles on their thin faces, Ron turned to Hermione.
“You know,” he said, smiling as well, “I think they’re finally back.”

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