Shooting Star

Chapter Number/Total: 13/20

Chapter Title: Restored

Words: 2964 Words

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Harry didn't know where he was. It was dark again, but something told Harry to keep walking, no matter how tired he was. He could hear the sounds of chains in the distance and he began to move forward, looking for the source. Suddenly there was light everywhere, too much light, and all Harry could see was Fred's dead body, barely recognizable through all the blood and other liquids. Harry screamed for him, but then they were dragging Harry away, chaining him to a bench. Then he was being beaten, the pain making him scream and cry out for them to stop. But they didn't listen, they never did.



Draco was awakened by a sharp blow to his chest. Startled, he almost Summoned his wand before he realised the strike was the man in his arms flailing about. "Harry," he said urgently, "wake up, you're dreaming." He tried to grab hold of the man's arms, pulling him tight so he couldn't hurt himself or Draco.



Harry's cries tapered down, but he was still trying to pull his arms away. "Stop," he whimpered.



"Potter ... Harry, wake up. You are having another nightmare," Draco repeated, still holding him.



Harry went still before he slowly opened his eyes, looking up at Draco cautiously.



Draco loosened his hold on the man and brought a hand up to smooth the hair back from Harry's face, looking at him. "With me now?" he asked softly.



Harry nodded sheepishly, feeling bad every time he woke Draco up with his dreams. "I'm sorry..."



Draco smiled a bit. "Not a problem," he said. He ran his fingers back through Harry’s thick hair and sighed. "You feeling any better now?" he asked.



"Yes..." Aside from the dreams, Harry was feeling much better than he had before.



"I used some pretty powerful potions on you last night," Draco said. "They will have side effects."



"What side effects?" Harry asked.



Draco reached for his wand and cast a spell to light a nearby candle. He wanted to really look at the other man's face. "Well, you have essentially regenerated any damaged tissue and blood in your body. You are probably hungry and...feeling a bit...um, energetic," he finished.



"Oh..." Harry shifted on the bed, already feeling strange. "I am awake now. And...there's something..."



"Yes?" Draco asked, sitting up a bit, still leaning against the pillows. "Shall I have them bring food?"



Harry nodded, looking down at himself. He flushed when he saw his very hard erection.



Draco arched an eyebrow. "Side effect of the Blood-Replenishing Potion," he explained when he noticed Harry had seen the "problem."



"That wasn't one of the things you listed," Harry murmured, face really red.



Draco smirked. "I said energetic," he drawled.



"Oh..." Harry shifted again. "...It's kind of uncomfortable..."



Draco was still smiling, lifting the covers to get a better look. His own body was responding to the sight.



Harry glanced at Draco then down at himself. "I'll still be able to come, right?" he asked.



"Probably," Draco said, still smirking and drawing the covers down so Harry could see he was aroused too.



Harry looked, biting his lip gently as he felt his cock twitch. "A little help then?"



"You can't wank yourself?" Draco teased, enjoying himself.



Harry scowled, reaching to wrap a hand around himself with a small moan. "Yes, just thought it would be nice to ask you first."



"Lie back," Draco told him, watching as Harry stroked himself.



Harry did, his eyes closing as his hand moved.



"Yes," Draco encouraged, running his hands over Harry's chest and belly, caressing him.



Harry groaned louder, his hand moving fast as he quickly approached his orgasm. "Close..."



Draco smiled, pinching the man's nipples and watching his face. “Come,” he whispered.



Harry came moments later, his back arching slightly as he shuddered. He lay back on the bed and let go of himself, sighing softly.



"Feel better now?" Draco asked, smirking.



"Yeah." Harry gasped softly, looking and noticing that his cock wasn't softening.



Draco lay on his side, facing Harry. He casually reached down and began stroking his own cock while watching the other man realise it wasn't going to be that simple.



"I'm still hard," Harry said quietly, looking down at himself.



"Yes," Draco said, smiling mischievously.



"Side effect?" Harry asked, looking up at Draco's face.



Draco's breathing had sped up as his hand squeezed and twisted his own flesh. He nodded.



"Oh... Oh well." Harry watched Draco quietly before he leant up and kissed him, wondering if he would be able to come again.



"Mmm," Draco hummed against the other man's mouth and then lay back, reaching his free hand to pull the other man down on top of himself.



Harry hissed when his sensitive cock brushed against Draco's skin. He wondered how long this would last.



Draco released himself long enough to press his cock against Harry's and then wrap long fingers around them both. "Yes," he whispered, "rock into me."



Harry moaned, beginning to slowly rock into Draco's hand. It felt strange being so hard after just coming, but Harry couldn't complain yet. It still felt just as good.



Draco licked and sucked at the man's jaw and chin, one arm around Harry's waist and the other squeezing their cocks together.



Harry closed his eyes and rocked harder, kissing Draco whenever he felt his lips against his. It felt so good to be held like this and Harry was so hard that he felt like he would burst.



Draco took his time, stroking and squeezing as the thrust into his hand and Harry's cock. "Yes," he whispered against the other man's lips.



"Faster," Harry whispered, panting as he felt that familiar heat in the pit of his stomach.



Draco smirked, realising he didn't mind the other man telling him what to do in this context. He obligingly stroked faster, trying to hold back and come when Harry did.



"God," Harry moaned, feeling himself get closer with every stroke. "Gonna come..."



"Yes, come," Draco said, feeling his own cock begin to spasm as well.



Harry jerked and came with a cry, this orgasm so much stronger than the last.



Warm liquid pulsed from the other man's cock, covering Draco's cock and hand, bringing him over that edge too.



Harry had no idea how he came twice in the past fifteen minutes, but he blamed it all on the side effects of the potion.



Draco was panting and holding Harry against his own body. The man's cock was, not surprisingly, still hard in his hand even if his own had half-softened now.



It took Harry a moment to notice, but when he did he gasped, slightly uncomfortable in Draco's grasp. "I'm still hard..."



Draco gently released them then, looking into the other man's face. "Probably going to be that way all day," he said.



"All day? How?" Harry slipped off of Draco and lay down next to him.



Draco picked up his wand again and cast Cleaning Charms. "Anything I would do to stop that effect would endanger your health," he explained.



"But won't it hurt after a while?" Harry asked quietly, looking at him.



"I suppose it would," he said contemplatively. "But doesn't it feel a bit better after you come?'



Harry nodded a bit. "Feels weird now though," he commented.



"It's only for a day," Draco said and then snapped his fingers for a house-elf, ordering breakfast. "You will need to eat more too."



"Long day," Harry whispered, looking up at the mention of food. "I am hungry."



A couple minutes later, the house-elf set a tray with two plates on the bed. Draco gestured for Harry to eat. "I have decided we will not be working today," he announced as he sipped his tea.



Harry looked up at him as he pulled a plate over. "Can you stay on schedule?" Harry asked, beginning to eat.



"We will have to work a little later on another day," he said. "They don't know you are helping me there, so I do not have to worry about it as much."



"Oh, okay... What will we do today then?" Harry asked curiously.



"Given your condition, I think you need plenty of...bed rest," Draco said, not able to keep the smirk off his face. "Other than that, what do you want to do?"



"I don't remember the last time I was really outside," Harry said honestly, biting his lip.



"Not safe," Draco said with a sigh. "At least, not today."



"It's okay," Harry said with a nod. "I dunno what else there is to do..."



Draco sat back against the pillows, nibbling his scone and sipping his tea. And watching Harry. The blond's eyes kept straying to the erection in the other man's lap and realised, as his own cock twitched again, that he may have to take a potion to keep up with Harry.



Harry ate the rest of his breakfast slowly, trying to ignore the erection that just wouldn't go down. He could tell Draco liked looking at him like this though. He looked over at the other man through his hair.



Draco licked his lips unconsciously, his own erection filling as he watched Harry.



"At this rate I'll never get any rest in bed," Harry murmured, picking up his cup of juice to drink.



"Well, I could read if you prefer," Draco drawled.



"But then I'd get bored," Harry said, looking at him from over the rim of his cup.



"Then you tell me what you would prefer to do," Draco said, setting his empty cup down.



"Just being with you is fine," Harry whispered, blushing slightly.



"You finished eating?" Draco asked. "Or do you want more?"



"I'm finished," Harry replied, pushing the plate away. "And full."



Draco picked up a dish of whipped cream off the tray and set it aside, then waved his wand, sending the rest of the tray back to the kitchen.



"Ohh..." Harry reached out to dip his finger in the cream.



"Do you want that?" Draco asked, his voice almost a purr.



"Can I taste it?" Harry asked, smiling at him.



"Yes," Draco said, smirking.



Harry dipped his finger in it and then licked it off. "Mmm," he hummed.



Draco arched an eyebrow and put his hands behind his head, effectively displaying himself for the other man.



"Don't you want any?" Harry asked, picking up the bowl and moving up to straddle Draco's hips. He dipped his finger in the bowl again before smearing it over Draco's lips.



Draco gasped, both at being straddled by Harry and then at the feeling of the cool cream on his lips. He sucked at Harry's finger.



Harry bit his lip and leaned down, pulling his finger out as he licked away the rest of the cream around Draco's mouth.



Draco trembled as the other man licked at his lips. He brought his own hands down, gripping the bedding.



"Doesn't it taste good?" Harry asked, smiling down at him. "Do we have any strawberries?"



"I could probably get some," Draco whispered.



"Can you? Please?" Harry asked softly, licking at a bit of cream he left.



"Now?" Draco asked, not wanting to stop being licked at the moment.



"I want strawberries, Draco," Harry murmured, loving how he could probably make Draco do anything like this. He dipped his finger in the cream again, licking it off himself and making sure Draco saw.



Harry's arse was pressed to Draco's hard cock and he was panting now. "After," he said.



Harry pouted, slipping off of him and settling down next to Draco. "After?"



Draco rolled over atop the other man, pressing his body against Harry's and bringing his mouth back down on the man's lips.



Harry kissed him back, slipping his tongue inside Draco’s mouth with a moan. He knew the teasing wouldn't last very long.



Draco sucked on Harry's tongue, cupping the back of his neck with one hand. Then he pulled back to whisper against his lips. "I want to fuck you," he said.



"Be careful," Harry murmured softly, looking up at him.



Draco frowned. "I don't know if it is safe yet," he admitted, pulling back enough to look at the other man's face.



"How would you know?" Harry asked nervously.



Draco considered the question for a minute and then climbed off the other man. "Get on your hands and knees," he said.



Harry swallowed, slowly moving and getting onto his hands and knees for Draco.



"Now on your elbows so that your hips are high and your legs spread," Draco said.



Harry spread his legs wider and got onto his elbows instead of his hands. He glanced back at Draco.



Draco knelt between Harry's legs and Summoned his wand, setting it close at hand. The view was amazing. Harry's arse, legs spread and his hard cock hanging between his legs. Draco reached both hands out and caressed the other man's thighs and arse.



Harry sighed softly, resting his forehead on the bed. He pushed back a bit, the caress soothing him.



Draco stroked and squeezed the cheeks of the other man's buttocks. Then he ran his nails gently over them and down his thighs.



Harry had no idea what the other man was doing, but it felt like Draco was trying to relax him. It was working, and Harry sighed again.



Draco watched Harry's skin shiver at the caress and drew his nails up again. Then he smoothed over the rounded flesh until he could gently spread the cheeks.



Harry tensed for a moment before he remembered that it wouldn't be like before, that Draco would take his time and make sure not to hurt him. The thought relaxed him again.



Draco looked at the flesh there. No swelling or tears. In fact, it was pink and soft. He gently traced the sensitive ring with the tip of his finger.



Harry bit his lip gently, the touch making him tremble a bit. It was so much different than the other times.



"You seem healed on the outside," Draco said, cock leaking at the view in front of him. He picked up his wand and cast a Lube Spell on his own fingers. Then he brought a slick digit back to that hole, gently working in a circle.



"But on the inside?" Harry asked quietly, whimpering softly.



"It doesn't hurt now, does it?" Draco asked, the muscle under his finger seeming to respond, opening to him.



"No, feels good," Harry whispered.



Draco smiled, slowly working the tip of his finger inside. Harry was tight. "You tell me if it hurts," he said.



Harry nodded, his body rocking back a bit. "Still feels good," he mumbled.



Draco pressed the finger in further, while he reached between Harry's legs to that lovely hard flesh and wrapped his fingers around it.



Harry moaned loudly, his hips rocking to press back onto the finger, and thrust into Draco's hand.



"Yes, that's it," Draco encouraged, working his finger in deeper and then rotating it, deliberately sliding against the walls of Harry's passage. He didn't feel anything wrong and the other man seemed to be reacting with pleasure. So he pressed against Harry's prostrate, massaging it.



Harry jerked when he felt Draco's finger against that spot. It always surprised him, no matter how many times Draco did it. He was glad he had the other man to remind him that this could feel good, rather than just all pain and blood.



Draco continued to gently fondle Harry's cock as he stroked his passage. "More?" he asked.



"More," Harry groaned, biting his lip. "Please..."



Draco smiled at that and drew his finger back, pressing forward with two now, gently stretching that new tight opening.



It burned slightly, but the more Draco moved his fingers, the less it hurt. "Draco..." he whispered, licking his lips.



"Yes, Harry," the blond whispered. "You are healed, like new. I want you to imagine this is your first time. The rest never happened."



Harry tried to think that it was his first time, but then he kept thinking of how they even got to this point, and that reminded him of the ceremony. But he tried. "My first time..."



"Yes, your first time. Your body feels new inside and I want you to feel that, to feel untouched before," he whispered.



"It's...it's hard to forget," Harry murmured, biting his lip again.



"Just feel it now," Draco said. "Does this feel good?"



"Yes," Harry answered quietly, pushing back a bit on the fingers.



Draco continued his gentle stretching of Harry's entrance, his other hand stroking his cock. "I want to fuck you, Harry," he said. "But more than that, I want you to want me."



"I want you," Harry said honestly, thrusting into his hand with another moan. "I want you, Draco."



That had to be the sexiest thing Draco had ever heard. Harry Potter was calling him by his given name and asking for him. "Good," he said. He worked a third finger in now, being cautious, watching and listening for the other man's reaction.



Harry hissed softly, but didn't tell Draco to stop. If he really focused on it, he could pretend that this really was his first time. That Draco had never done this before, and that he wanted it to be perfect for Harry.



"Relax," Draco said. "I am only going to do what you want me to do. I'll stop if you want." Draco gently rotated his fingers, making sure to press that sensitive nerve bundle again.



"I want you to fuck me...make me forget," Harry said, clenching around his fingers slightly.



"Think only of me, of how I need you and you need me," Draco said, working his fingers in and out.



"I need you...I need you, Draco," Harry moaned.