Harry Potter and The Bound Prince (BP1)
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Needing You
Chapter Number/Total: 13/37
Chapter Title: Needing You
Words: 3177 Words
Madam Pomfrey came to the door quickly. "What is it?" she asked, glancing over Harry's shoulder with a concerned look on her face.
"I – he – I don't know what happened!" Harry said frantically, pointing at Draco. "He just started going mad – and – grabbing at me!"
Madam Pomfrey rushed over to beside Draco. The boy lay clutching the sides of the bed and moaning, "Harry, please!"
Harry had rushed over with Madam Pomfrey and he looked up at her at Draco's words. "What do I do!" he asked, hands fluttering over Draco. "I don't know what he needs!"
Pomfrey frowned. "Did he say anything before he became upset?"
Harry stared at Pomfrey, unsure of what to tell her. "He said he needed me," he said slowly. He wasn't sure if Pomfrey was able to figure anything out about what sort of relationship he and Draco had. "What do I do!" he asked again, wishing that Snape was present for the first time in his life.
She frowned. "Draco, can you understand me? What do you need?"
Draco nodded. "Need Harry, need Harry inside."
Harry's eyes went very wide. He gulped. "I – he – I don't know --" he spluttered, flabbergasted.
Pomfrey looked a bit disconcerted, frowning from one boy to the other. "Does that make sense to you, Harry?"
"Erm ... yeah, I – I think," he said, still staring raptly at Draco.
Pomfrey frowned. "Do you want to explain this to me, Harry?"
Harry bit his lip, but there was no time to go slowly with this, no time to beat around the bush. "He's talking about having sex," he said, his embarrassment leaving him while Draco's moans grew louder. "I think he – needs me to have sex with him."
Madam Pomfrey flushed and shook her head. She opened her mouth a couple times and seemed to think better of what she was going to say.
"Well?" Harry asked loudly. "What do I do! It's like he's in pain or something!"
She sighed and pressed her hand to her forehead. "Let's move Mr. Malfoy to a private space we have for contagious illnesses."
Harry nodded hurriedly, looking at Pomfrey expectantly.
Pomfrey pulled a wand and used a spell to lift Draco from the bed. She floated him to the back of the ward, through a door, and into a private room, settling him in. She turned to Harry. "I will need to discuss this with the Headmaster when he returns."
Harry nodded, going slightly red again. He glanced over at the bed where Draco was still moaning and calling out for him and then back to Pomfrey. He stared at her awkwardly, waiting for her to leave.
"Make sure he eats," she said, and then turned and left, closing the door behind her.
Harry let out a sigh of relief and rushed over to the bed. He grasped Draco's head and pulled him close. "I'm here now, okay?" he said lowly. "It's just me and you now."
Draco was crying. He gasped at Harry's touch. "I neeeed you!" he sobbed.
"Shhhh," Harry hushed, stroking Draco's hair. "Lift up your arms, love."
Draco did, sighing at Harry's touch.
Harry slid his hands under Draco's nightshirt, lifting it slowly off him, taking special care to avoid touching his left forearm too much. He threw the shirt off to the side and then straddled Draco's lap, one knee on either side of him. He hadn't done his tie up all day and so he simply threw that away. He shook off his rumpled robe and removed his strangely buttoned shirt, before lowering himself again and giving Draco a long slow kiss, trying to calm him.
Draco's moans shifted tone, sounding of pleasure rather than pain. When Harry lay atop him, his hand slid around his body and he arched into the contact.
"This is better now, hmm?" Harry whispered between kisses down Draco's neck. He was working on his trousers now, wanting Draco to have what he needed as quickly as possible.
"Yes, Harry," Draco gasped, his hands running up and down Harry's back and arms. "I need you, Harry. I need you inside."
Harry nodded. "I know," he said. "Shhh, I know." He finished unfastening Draco's trousers. "Lift up," he said, tugging on them.
Draco lifted his hips, pushing up with his feet and sighing when Harry slid the soft cloth over his erection and down his legs.
Once Draco's clothes were removed, Harry rolled off him for a second and kicked off his shoes and socks. He pulled his own trousers and underwear off and rolled back on top of Draco, kissing him gently and slowly again.
Draco lay whispering, "Harry," over and over again while he watched Harry undress. When he was back, he relaxed into his embrace.
Harry's eyes roamed quickly around the room until they landed on a bottle of lotion that Pomfrey had to have left before she had gone. He Summoned the bottle and squeezed some of the thick liquid into his palm. He slicked his cock quickly and then squeezed some more onto his fingers. "Spread your legs, Draco," he said gently, but the ability to think was leaving him.
Draco gasped and eagerly spread for Harry, his arms reaching up to hold the iron frame of the bed.
Harry gently ran his lotion-slicked fingers around Draco's entrance before slowly inserting one. He moved it around until he felt Draco relax around it. He added a second and did the same. "All right?" he asked, his breathing a bit shallow now.
"Please, now, Harry," Draco begged, his hands painfully tight on the bed frame in his effort to hold on.
Harry bit his lip, but nodded. He slicked himself with more lotion before moving into position, pushing Draco's legs further apart. He slid in just a bit, gasping at the sensations.
"Yes, Harry," Draco cried out, pushing against him, trying to force himself up Harry's cock. He wanted all of him and now.
Harry tried his hardest to steady himself, wanting to focus on Draco and only Draco. He slid forward a bit more, eyes squeezed tightly shut. He grasped the bed frame right above Draco's hands and then pushed all the way in, not being able to help a gasp.
"Yessss," Draco encouraged. "Fuck me, Harry!" He didn't care who heard; all he could think of was wanting this more than anything.
Harry grit his teeth at that and squeezed his eyes even more tightly shut. He pulled halfway out and pushed back in again, making one of his strange throat noises. Merlin, he wanted to just thrust. He wanted to thrust, and thrust, and thrust, but he held back, determined to be gentle.
"Please,” Draco begged. "Harder, please!" He felt like he would come apart without it. He released the bed and reached for Harry, hands grabbing his waist, wrapping his legs around his hips and pulling with what strength he had left.
Harry gasped and moaned when Draco practically made him slam into him. He couldn't hold back anymore, he couldn't. He pulled out and thrust back in again, and again, and again, each time as deep as he could go. He went faster, his heart trying to race his snapping hips. "Ah, Draco!" he let out, panting heavily.
"Yours!" Draco gasped. "I'm yours, say it!" Each thrust brought him closer to that feeling of wholeness that he was desperate to find.
Harry could hardly breathe now he was moving so fast. "You're mine!" he cried, letting go of the bed frame and holding himself up on his arms now. "No one else's, mine!" He adjusted himself a bit, trying to hit that spot.
Draco's entire body shuddered, but he couldn't have said whether it was from what Harry did or what he said. The two blended to make him scream with rapture.
Harry was crying out on every thrust now, sweat dripping from his nose, his glasses, which he always seemed to forget to take off, hanging from his left ear. "Ah! Draco, I love you so much! You're mine, forever! Mine!"
"Forever, yours!" Draco echoed, his body shuddering violently under Harry. Gods, this was worth anything.
Harry tried, he did, but he couldn't keep from coming any longer. He let out one final scream and was spurting hard inside of Draco. His arms gave out and he leaned on his elbows, not crushing Draco just yet.
Draco felt Harry come, felt his magic ripple through his body, bringing pleasure and comfort, and a sense of wholeness he had never known before this strange week. He came crying Harry's name as tears streamed down his face again.
Harry finally settled his weight on top of Draco and held him close, whispering, "I love you, I love you, I love you," into his ear.
Draco gasped and used both his arms and legs to hold Harry tight against him, keeping the other boy's cock buried in him as well. His entire body still tingled with the after-effects of both magic and the orgasm.
Harry's breathing slowly sunk back to normal. He simply stayed like he was, letting Draco hold him for as long as he wanted. He took in the pale blond colour of his hair, which was right in his face. He took in his smell, all boy, and sweat, and... vanilla. Harry sighed; he could've stayed there forever.
Finally, the shuddering slowed and faded and Draco's arms and legs relaxed. He sighed contently, opening his eyes to look into Harry's face. He licked his lips and smiled. "I needed that," he said a bit sheepishly.
Harry grinned. "So I heard," he said, pulling out of Draco.
Draco groaned a bit as he pulled out, feeling both sore and missing it. He laid his legs down, stretching muscles that had been so tense. He even shook his hands out a bit as they were still sore from gripping the bed.
Harry turned and laid on his side, head propped up on his arm. "Hungry?" he asked, remembering what Pomfrey had told him.
"Yes." Draco smiled. "Just, Harry?"
"Hmm?" Harry asked, already moving to get up and get some food.
"No more soup, okay?" he said, sitting up and putting his arms around his knees.
Harry laughed. "Yeah, okay," he said, getting off the bed and throwing his trousers on. He shrugged and used his shirt to wipe Draco's spunk from his stomach. He left the room and came back a few minutes later, carrying a tray of more sandwiches and a pitcher of pumpkin juice.
Draco had pulled the shirt back on and was sitting up, legs crossed in bed when Harry returned. "So where are we now?" he said, looking around the nearly bare room.
Harry laughed. "You were that out of it?" he asked, setting the tray on the bed and pouring Draco and himself glasses of juice.
"Apparently," Draco answered, an eyebrow raised. He reached for one of the sandwiches.
"We're still in the hospital wing; this is just a room where they keep contagious people, I guess. That's what Pomfrey said anyway." Harry shrugged and grabbed a sandwich for himself.
Draco actually ate the sandwich without pause and then reached for the pumpkin juice, drinking half a glass in big gulps. He thought about what Harry was telling him. "What did you tell her to get us a room together?"
Harry laughed weakly. "I just told her I needed to have sex with you," he said, giving a half-shrug. "She said she'd have to tell Dumbledore about it though."
Draco made the mistake of trying to drink more pumpkin juice at that moment. It was spewed all over himself and Harry. "You what!" he gasped.
Harry leaned away from Draco and put his hands up, but it didn't stop the juice. "Thank you for that," he said wiping at his chest. "You heard me. I just told her I needed to have sex with you, and she put us in here."
Draco looked down at himself, now covered in come and pumpkin juice, and began to laugh. He laughed so hard he could hardly breathe.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco. "So is that what I looked like when I 'lost it'?" he asked, shaking his head and smiling slightly. He was very to happy to see that Draco had the strength to laugh hard.
Draco's laughter subsided slowly and then he looked about himself. "Where's my wand? You're useless with Cleaning Spells."
Harry frowned and looked around as well. "Erm, I don't know actually. Pomfrey's probably got it along with your clothes." He Summoned his own wand. "Here, use mine," he said, tossing it to Draco.
Draco held it for a moment, feeling the different energy in the wand. Then did the Cleaning Spell on himself, Harry, and the orange spotted bed. "So, is there anyone who doesn't know we're fucking?" He smirked.
Harry shook his head at Draco. "I doubt it," he said, leaning back on his arms. "Hermione took it far better than I expected, Ron was spot on though," he added bitterly.
Draco shook his head. "Can't believe I am saying this, but maybe praising my cock was a bit much for him?"
Harry began laughing. "He deserved it," he said. "He was being a prat."
"And that was new how?" Draco arched an eyebrow.
"Oh, c'mon," Harry said, pushing Draco playfully. "He's not always a prat."
Draco shoved him back. "I haven't seen different."
Harry leapt forward like a giant cat, sending the tray flying. He pinned Draco beneath him and grinned ear to ear. "That's because you were too busy being a prat to him," he said.
Draco struggled against Harry, groaning at how fucking good it felt to be held down by him. "Was not," he argued, grinning.
"Well, I think maybe you must've gotten knocked hard on the head or something, because I seem to recall you being quite the prat." Harry secretly moved one hand so that it was poised for tickling if Draco tried to argue with him again.
"The Weasel asked for it," Draco drawled in a familiar tone, only the sparkle in his eyes giving him away.
"Oh, really?" Harry asked, moving his hand closer. "Is simply walking down the corridor screaming to be called a, what was it? Oh, yes, an over-grown piece of shit that smells of poor?" Harry asked, remembering one of Draco's cruder insults.
Draco's face went serious at that, the humour leaving him in a rush. "No, it isn't," he said quietly.
Harry frowned a bit, he hadn't really meant to say that, but he hadn't been able to help it. "Well," he said, "it doesn't matter." He laid his head on Draco's shoulder, plucking at his shirt with his fingers now.
Draco was quiet, thinking over the past and his interactions with the ... Ron Weasley and, for that matter, Hermione Granger. There was so much anger there. He wanted to deny it, or apologise for it, or explain it, but found he didn't have the words. Instead, he brought his arm around Harry and held him, resting his hand on the back of his head.
Harry sighed, sort of sad that the playful mood had been shot, but it was his own fault. "There's a lot of stuff that's happened in the past," he said slowly. "It's probably best left untouched. I've said things to you, you've said things to me – hell, you even broke – no, stomped – my nose this year," he said, flicking Draco's.
Draco sighed. "That's when I figured it out, you know," he said, looking down at Harry's face.
Harry sighed too. "Figured out what?" he asked, relaxing further into Draco's body.
"The train, when I ... did that," Draco said quietly, petting Harry's hair. "You were lying there, immobile. And I wanted, desperately wanted, to kiss you. It made me angry. So I hurt you."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Draco!" he said, almost wanting to laugh at that bit of logic.
"It's not that you are a bloke," Draco said quietly. "It was who you are and that you had already refused me."
Harry shrugged. "I don't fancy you because you're a bloke ..." he said slowly. He sighed again. "Sorry about the whole refusing you thing. You insulted Ron, and he was the first person who was ever truly nice to me in my life."
"You met me before you met him," Draco said quietly. "In Diagon Alley."
Harry frowned. "Yeah, but you were stuck up. Sorry," he added in an undertone. "And you reminded me of my cousin."
Draco's face coloured, familiar feelings of anger and hurt overwhelming him for a moment. "I was ... trying to impress you."
Harry winced, hearing the hurt in Draco's voice. "You didn't even know who I was," he said softly, kissing the side of Draco's neck.
"No, it wasn't the 'Boy Who Lived' I was attracted to, it was you." He closed his eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I was pretty upset when I found out who you were actually."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Why?" he asked, grabbing Draco's right hand to play with it in the air.
"You know who my father is and you have to ask that?" Draco grimaced.
"Oh, that," Harry said grimacing as well. "You knew all this at eleven?" He continued to play with Draco's hand, entwining their fingers.
"Which part? That the famous half-blood child had killed my father's master? Or that I was attracted to you?" Draco said, squeezing Harry's hand in his.
"Well, I'm not surprised that you knew about the mess with Voldemort," Harry said, "but I wasn't attracted to anyone really until at least third year .... Maybe I'm a bit strange."
"I guess I was just precocious." Draco grinned. "I lost my virginity in fourth year."
Harry's eyebrows rose even higher. "To who, if you don't mind me asking?"
"To whom?" Draco laughed. "My date for the Yule Ball. Can you even remember who that was?"
"Pansy?" Harry asked, his nose scrunched up with distaste.
Draco laughed, shaking his head at Harry's reaction. "See, you would have had more fun if I had been your date," he teased.
Harry laughed a bit. "Yes, very true," he said. He thought for a minute. "I wonder what would’ve happened if I'd gone with Ginny Weasley ...."
"What is it with you and the Weasley family anyway?" Draco frowned.
Harry sighed. "I don't know," he said. "They're the best people I've ever met. They treat me like a part of them. I've never had a family before. I guess I just like it."
Draco unlaced his fingers from Harry's and then turned the other boy's hand, bringing it to his lips. He placed a kiss in the centre of Harry's palm. Then he smirked and kissed it again, allowing his tongue to slide out.
Harry smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Do you think of nothing else?" he asked slyly, biting Draco's earlobe.
Chapter Title: Needing You
Words: 3177 Words
Madam Pomfrey came to the door quickly. "What is it?" she asked, glancing over Harry's shoulder with a concerned look on her face.
"I – he – I don't know what happened!" Harry said frantically, pointing at Draco. "He just started going mad – and – grabbing at me!"
Madam Pomfrey rushed over to beside Draco. The boy lay clutching the sides of the bed and moaning, "Harry, please!"
Harry had rushed over with Madam Pomfrey and he looked up at her at Draco's words. "What do I do!" he asked, hands fluttering over Draco. "I don't know what he needs!"
Pomfrey frowned. "Did he say anything before he became upset?"
Harry stared at Pomfrey, unsure of what to tell her. "He said he needed me," he said slowly. He wasn't sure if Pomfrey was able to figure anything out about what sort of relationship he and Draco had. "What do I do!" he asked again, wishing that Snape was present for the first time in his life.
She frowned. "Draco, can you understand me? What do you need?"
Draco nodded. "Need Harry, need Harry inside."
Harry's eyes went very wide. He gulped. "I – he – I don't know --" he spluttered, flabbergasted.
Pomfrey looked a bit disconcerted, frowning from one boy to the other. "Does that make sense to you, Harry?"
"Erm ... yeah, I – I think," he said, still staring raptly at Draco.
Pomfrey frowned. "Do you want to explain this to me, Harry?"
Harry bit his lip, but there was no time to go slowly with this, no time to beat around the bush. "He's talking about having sex," he said, his embarrassment leaving him while Draco's moans grew louder. "I think he – needs me to have sex with him."
Madam Pomfrey flushed and shook her head. She opened her mouth a couple times and seemed to think better of what she was going to say.
"Well?" Harry asked loudly. "What do I do! It's like he's in pain or something!"
She sighed and pressed her hand to her forehead. "Let's move Mr. Malfoy to a private space we have for contagious illnesses."
Harry nodded hurriedly, looking at Pomfrey expectantly.
Pomfrey pulled a wand and used a spell to lift Draco from the bed. She floated him to the back of the ward, through a door, and into a private room, settling him in. She turned to Harry. "I will need to discuss this with the Headmaster when he returns."
Harry nodded, going slightly red again. He glanced over at the bed where Draco was still moaning and calling out for him and then back to Pomfrey. He stared at her awkwardly, waiting for her to leave.
"Make sure he eats," she said, and then turned and left, closing the door behind her.
Harry let out a sigh of relief and rushed over to the bed. He grasped Draco's head and pulled him close. "I'm here now, okay?" he said lowly. "It's just me and you now."
Draco was crying. He gasped at Harry's touch. "I neeeed you!" he sobbed.
"Shhhh," Harry hushed, stroking Draco's hair. "Lift up your arms, love."
Draco did, sighing at Harry's touch.
Harry slid his hands under Draco's nightshirt, lifting it slowly off him, taking special care to avoid touching his left forearm too much. He threw the shirt off to the side and then straddled Draco's lap, one knee on either side of him. He hadn't done his tie up all day and so he simply threw that away. He shook off his rumpled robe and removed his strangely buttoned shirt, before lowering himself again and giving Draco a long slow kiss, trying to calm him.
Draco's moans shifted tone, sounding of pleasure rather than pain. When Harry lay atop him, his hand slid around his body and he arched into the contact.
"This is better now, hmm?" Harry whispered between kisses down Draco's neck. He was working on his trousers now, wanting Draco to have what he needed as quickly as possible.
"Yes, Harry," Draco gasped, his hands running up and down Harry's back and arms. "I need you, Harry. I need you inside."
Harry nodded. "I know," he said. "Shhh, I know." He finished unfastening Draco's trousers. "Lift up," he said, tugging on them.
Draco lifted his hips, pushing up with his feet and sighing when Harry slid the soft cloth over his erection and down his legs.
Once Draco's clothes were removed, Harry rolled off him for a second and kicked off his shoes and socks. He pulled his own trousers and underwear off and rolled back on top of Draco, kissing him gently and slowly again.
Draco lay whispering, "Harry," over and over again while he watched Harry undress. When he was back, he relaxed into his embrace.
Harry's eyes roamed quickly around the room until they landed on a bottle of lotion that Pomfrey had to have left before she had gone. He Summoned the bottle and squeezed some of the thick liquid into his palm. He slicked his cock quickly and then squeezed some more onto his fingers. "Spread your legs, Draco," he said gently, but the ability to think was leaving him.
Draco gasped and eagerly spread for Harry, his arms reaching up to hold the iron frame of the bed.
Harry gently ran his lotion-slicked fingers around Draco's entrance before slowly inserting one. He moved it around until he felt Draco relax around it. He added a second and did the same. "All right?" he asked, his breathing a bit shallow now.
"Please, now, Harry," Draco begged, his hands painfully tight on the bed frame in his effort to hold on.
Harry bit his lip, but nodded. He slicked himself with more lotion before moving into position, pushing Draco's legs further apart. He slid in just a bit, gasping at the sensations.
"Yes, Harry," Draco cried out, pushing against him, trying to force himself up Harry's cock. He wanted all of him and now.
Harry tried his hardest to steady himself, wanting to focus on Draco and only Draco. He slid forward a bit more, eyes squeezed tightly shut. He grasped the bed frame right above Draco's hands and then pushed all the way in, not being able to help a gasp.
"Yessss," Draco encouraged. "Fuck me, Harry!" He didn't care who heard; all he could think of was wanting this more than anything.
Harry grit his teeth at that and squeezed his eyes even more tightly shut. He pulled halfway out and pushed back in again, making one of his strange throat noises. Merlin, he wanted to just thrust. He wanted to thrust, and thrust, and thrust, but he held back, determined to be gentle.
"Please,” Draco begged. "Harder, please!" He felt like he would come apart without it. He released the bed and reached for Harry, hands grabbing his waist, wrapping his legs around his hips and pulling with what strength he had left.
Harry gasped and moaned when Draco practically made him slam into him. He couldn't hold back anymore, he couldn't. He pulled out and thrust back in again, and again, and again, each time as deep as he could go. He went faster, his heart trying to race his snapping hips. "Ah, Draco!" he let out, panting heavily.
"Yours!" Draco gasped. "I'm yours, say it!" Each thrust brought him closer to that feeling of wholeness that he was desperate to find.
Harry could hardly breathe now he was moving so fast. "You're mine!" he cried, letting go of the bed frame and holding himself up on his arms now. "No one else's, mine!" He adjusted himself a bit, trying to hit that spot.
Draco's entire body shuddered, but he couldn't have said whether it was from what Harry did or what he said. The two blended to make him scream with rapture.
Harry was crying out on every thrust now, sweat dripping from his nose, his glasses, which he always seemed to forget to take off, hanging from his left ear. "Ah! Draco, I love you so much! You're mine, forever! Mine!"
"Forever, yours!" Draco echoed, his body shuddering violently under Harry. Gods, this was worth anything.
Harry tried, he did, but he couldn't keep from coming any longer. He let out one final scream and was spurting hard inside of Draco. His arms gave out and he leaned on his elbows, not crushing Draco just yet.
Draco felt Harry come, felt his magic ripple through his body, bringing pleasure and comfort, and a sense of wholeness he had never known before this strange week. He came crying Harry's name as tears streamed down his face again.
Harry finally settled his weight on top of Draco and held him close, whispering, "I love you, I love you, I love you," into his ear.
Draco gasped and used both his arms and legs to hold Harry tight against him, keeping the other boy's cock buried in him as well. His entire body still tingled with the after-effects of both magic and the orgasm.
Harry's breathing slowly sunk back to normal. He simply stayed like he was, letting Draco hold him for as long as he wanted. He took in the pale blond colour of his hair, which was right in his face. He took in his smell, all boy, and sweat, and... vanilla. Harry sighed; he could've stayed there forever.
Finally, the shuddering slowed and faded and Draco's arms and legs relaxed. He sighed contently, opening his eyes to look into Harry's face. He licked his lips and smiled. "I needed that," he said a bit sheepishly.
Harry grinned. "So I heard," he said, pulling out of Draco.
Draco groaned a bit as he pulled out, feeling both sore and missing it. He laid his legs down, stretching muscles that had been so tense. He even shook his hands out a bit as they were still sore from gripping the bed.
Harry turned and laid on his side, head propped up on his arm. "Hungry?" he asked, remembering what Pomfrey had told him.
"Yes." Draco smiled. "Just, Harry?"
"Hmm?" Harry asked, already moving to get up and get some food.
"No more soup, okay?" he said, sitting up and putting his arms around his knees.
Harry laughed. "Yeah, okay," he said, getting off the bed and throwing his trousers on. He shrugged and used his shirt to wipe Draco's spunk from his stomach. He left the room and came back a few minutes later, carrying a tray of more sandwiches and a pitcher of pumpkin juice.
Draco had pulled the shirt back on and was sitting up, legs crossed in bed when Harry returned. "So where are we now?" he said, looking around the nearly bare room.
Harry laughed. "You were that out of it?" he asked, setting the tray on the bed and pouring Draco and himself glasses of juice.
"Apparently," Draco answered, an eyebrow raised. He reached for one of the sandwiches.
"We're still in the hospital wing; this is just a room where they keep contagious people, I guess. That's what Pomfrey said anyway." Harry shrugged and grabbed a sandwich for himself.
Draco actually ate the sandwich without pause and then reached for the pumpkin juice, drinking half a glass in big gulps. He thought about what Harry was telling him. "What did you tell her to get us a room together?"
Harry laughed weakly. "I just told her I needed to have sex with you," he said, giving a half-shrug. "She said she'd have to tell Dumbledore about it though."
Draco made the mistake of trying to drink more pumpkin juice at that moment. It was spewed all over himself and Harry. "You what!" he gasped.
Harry leaned away from Draco and put his hands up, but it didn't stop the juice. "Thank you for that," he said wiping at his chest. "You heard me. I just told her I needed to have sex with you, and she put us in here."
Draco looked down at himself, now covered in come and pumpkin juice, and began to laugh. He laughed so hard he could hardly breathe.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco. "So is that what I looked like when I 'lost it'?" he asked, shaking his head and smiling slightly. He was very to happy to see that Draco had the strength to laugh hard.
Draco's laughter subsided slowly and then he looked about himself. "Where's my wand? You're useless with Cleaning Spells."
Harry frowned and looked around as well. "Erm, I don't know actually. Pomfrey's probably got it along with your clothes." He Summoned his own wand. "Here, use mine," he said, tossing it to Draco.
Draco held it for a moment, feeling the different energy in the wand. Then did the Cleaning Spell on himself, Harry, and the orange spotted bed. "So, is there anyone who doesn't know we're fucking?" He smirked.
Harry shook his head at Draco. "I doubt it," he said, leaning back on his arms. "Hermione took it far better than I expected, Ron was spot on though," he added bitterly.
Draco shook his head. "Can't believe I am saying this, but maybe praising my cock was a bit much for him?"
Harry began laughing. "He deserved it," he said. "He was being a prat."
"And that was new how?" Draco arched an eyebrow.
"Oh, c'mon," Harry said, pushing Draco playfully. "He's not always a prat."
Draco shoved him back. "I haven't seen different."
Harry leapt forward like a giant cat, sending the tray flying. He pinned Draco beneath him and grinned ear to ear. "That's because you were too busy being a prat to him," he said.
Draco struggled against Harry, groaning at how fucking good it felt to be held down by him. "Was not," he argued, grinning.
"Well, I think maybe you must've gotten knocked hard on the head or something, because I seem to recall you being quite the prat." Harry secretly moved one hand so that it was poised for tickling if Draco tried to argue with him again.
"The Weasel asked for it," Draco drawled in a familiar tone, only the sparkle in his eyes giving him away.
"Oh, really?" Harry asked, moving his hand closer. "Is simply walking down the corridor screaming to be called a, what was it? Oh, yes, an over-grown piece of shit that smells of poor?" Harry asked, remembering one of Draco's cruder insults.
Draco's face went serious at that, the humour leaving him in a rush. "No, it isn't," he said quietly.
Harry frowned a bit, he hadn't really meant to say that, but he hadn't been able to help it. "Well," he said, "it doesn't matter." He laid his head on Draco's shoulder, plucking at his shirt with his fingers now.
Draco was quiet, thinking over the past and his interactions with the ... Ron Weasley and, for that matter, Hermione Granger. There was so much anger there. He wanted to deny it, or apologise for it, or explain it, but found he didn't have the words. Instead, he brought his arm around Harry and held him, resting his hand on the back of his head.
Harry sighed, sort of sad that the playful mood had been shot, but it was his own fault. "There's a lot of stuff that's happened in the past," he said slowly. "It's probably best left untouched. I've said things to you, you've said things to me – hell, you even broke – no, stomped – my nose this year," he said, flicking Draco's.
Draco sighed. "That's when I figured it out, you know," he said, looking down at Harry's face.
Harry sighed too. "Figured out what?" he asked, relaxing further into Draco's body.
"The train, when I ... did that," Draco said quietly, petting Harry's hair. "You were lying there, immobile. And I wanted, desperately wanted, to kiss you. It made me angry. So I hurt you."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Draco!" he said, almost wanting to laugh at that bit of logic.
"It's not that you are a bloke," Draco said quietly. "It was who you are and that you had already refused me."
Harry shrugged. "I don't fancy you because you're a bloke ..." he said slowly. He sighed again. "Sorry about the whole refusing you thing. You insulted Ron, and he was the first person who was ever truly nice to me in my life."
"You met me before you met him," Draco said quietly. "In Diagon Alley."
Harry frowned. "Yeah, but you were stuck up. Sorry," he added in an undertone. "And you reminded me of my cousin."
Draco's face coloured, familiar feelings of anger and hurt overwhelming him for a moment. "I was ... trying to impress you."
Harry winced, hearing the hurt in Draco's voice. "You didn't even know who I was," he said softly, kissing the side of Draco's neck.
"No, it wasn't the 'Boy Who Lived' I was attracted to, it was you." He closed his eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I was pretty upset when I found out who you were actually."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Why?" he asked, grabbing Draco's right hand to play with it in the air.
"You know who my father is and you have to ask that?" Draco grimaced.
"Oh, that," Harry said grimacing as well. "You knew all this at eleven?" He continued to play with Draco's hand, entwining their fingers.
"Which part? That the famous half-blood child had killed my father's master? Or that I was attracted to you?" Draco said, squeezing Harry's hand in his.
"Well, I'm not surprised that you knew about the mess with Voldemort," Harry said, "but I wasn't attracted to anyone really until at least third year .... Maybe I'm a bit strange."
"I guess I was just precocious." Draco grinned. "I lost my virginity in fourth year."
Harry's eyebrows rose even higher. "To who, if you don't mind me asking?"
"To whom?" Draco laughed. "My date for the Yule Ball. Can you even remember who that was?"
"Pansy?" Harry asked, his nose scrunched up with distaste.
Draco laughed, shaking his head at Harry's reaction. "See, you would have had more fun if I had been your date," he teased.
Harry laughed a bit. "Yes, very true," he said. He thought for a minute. "I wonder what would’ve happened if I'd gone with Ginny Weasley ...."
"What is it with you and the Weasley family anyway?" Draco frowned.
Harry sighed. "I don't know," he said. "They're the best people I've ever met. They treat me like a part of them. I've never had a family before. I guess I just like it."
Draco unlaced his fingers from Harry's and then turned the other boy's hand, bringing it to his lips. He placed a kiss in the centre of Harry's palm. Then he smirked and kissed it again, allowing his tongue to slide out.
Harry smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Do you think of nothing else?" he asked slyly, biting Draco's earlobe.