A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Chapter 13: The Way You Do
Chapter Number/Total: 13/44
Chapter Title: The Way You Do
Words: 3913 Words
Harry unlocked and opened the door, stepped inside the house, and then closed it once Draco was in as well. He felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off him that he hadn't even realised was there. He'd known that he missed the Weasleys, but he hadn't known that he'd missed them so much. It had been like seeing his family again. He had expected things to be unbearably awkward, and they had been at first, because all of them were thinking of the one person that wasn't there, and exactly what Harry had done to that one person, and it was obvious that they didn't know if it was breaking loyalty to be friendly with Harry, but it seemed none of them could help it. Harry knew he didn't deserve it, but he was very, very glad.
Bill had been stern with him, but after a short while, returned to himself, while Fleur commented that Harry needed to learn to better comb his hair. Charlie didn't seem to mind him very much at all while Percy acted slightly annoyed with him; but then, Percy was always annoyed with something. George was a bit quiet, but Harry could feel the silent agreement between them, and Ron was as stiff around Draco as he always was. And Merlin, Harry hadn't known it would feel quite so good. He noticed that Draco hung back with his mother, and he thought that was probably better – for the time being, anyway. Mrs. Weasley made Harry promise to never be away from her that long again, and Mr. Weasley agreed with her with his fatherly smiles. It really did feel so very good. He was glad he had taken the trip to the gallery. Teddy had been able to see his parents, Narcissa and Andromeda had actually spoken, and overall, the good outweighed the bad very much.
He smiled as he hung his cloak up, and then reached a hand out of the closet for Draco's.
Draco had been standing just inside the door, practically unaware of anything around him. He startled when Harry reached a hand toward him, and it took him moment to hand over his cloak. He had a hard time getting it off, his hands were trembling so badly.
Harry was still smiling when he closed the closet door, but it dropped from his face the moment he looked at Draco. His eyebrows came together, and he took a step toward him.
Draco closed his eyes, unable to look into Harry's. His hands clenched beside him, pulling at the fabric of his clothes.
Harry's heart began to beat a little faster and he took another step forward. "Draco," he said, reaching for him.
Harry's visit with the Weasleys seemed to have put him in such a good mood that Draco hated to ruin it. He tried to breathe deeply and get control of himself. He opened his eyes but still didn't meet his lover's. "I just need to lie down," he whispered.
Harry continued to frown. "I'll come with you," he whispered back.
Draco shrugged and began to make his way up the stairs, having to use the banister to keep himself from stumbling.
Harry watched Draco. He hadn't even noticed anything was wrong, and he felt bad for feeling good. He walked close behind him on the steps, noticing how hard Draco gripped the rail.
It seemed to take forever before he reached their room. Draco sat heavily on the edge of the bed, reaching to take off his shoes.
Harry stood in the doorway, staring at Draco. He wanted to ask if Draco was okay, but it was obvious that he wasn't, so he didn't ask. He crossed the room and toed his shoes off, kicking them under the bed before he sat down on it.
Draco managed the shoes and socks without too much shaking and then reached for his tie, pulling it out of the collar slowly.
Harry watched the tie slide from Draco's shirt, and didn't reach to remove his own. He waited, either for Draco to begin trembling violently, or for him to lay down so that he could give him the comfort of holding him, because he knew that most of the time it worked better than words.
Draco did fine until he got to his shirt buttons. He couldn't seem to manage them. Suddenly, his fingers felt numb and he was shaking harder.
"Baby," Harry whispered, and then pulled Draco to him, against his chest, and wrapped his arms firmly around him.
Draco couldn't hold against that. He felt like he dissolved then, shuddering and clutching at Harry's clothing.
Harry held Draco tightly and let Draco clutch at him, making soothing noises as he moved Draco's hair away from his ear.
It felt like whatever held him in one piece was gone, and Draco found himself reduced to a shaking, quaking mess. He didn't know how long it lasted. He was only aware of Harry holding him through it.
Harry stroked soft blond hair, and stroked a long expanse of clothed back. He rocked with Draco in his arms, and all he could think of the entire time was the pain he felt at seeing him in pain.
Finally, the tremors subsided and Draco was reaching to wipe tears off his face – again. He felt utterly exhausted now.
Harry pressed his lips gently to Draco's forehead, and then against his lips for an even gentler kiss. "Bed?" he whispered.
The blond nodded, reaching again to try to unbutton his shirt.
Harry stopped him with his hands, taking Draco's to lower them to the bed, and unbuttoned his shirt for him.
Draco watched his lover's face as he was undressed. He didn't believe he deserved such kindness, but he welcomed it. Needed it.
Harry kissed Draco's shoulder as it was bared and then gently pushed him down on his back to remove his trousers and shorts. "Under the covers," he said, and reached to take off his own clothes.
Draco slid under the sheet and bedspread, sighing in relief as he did. He lay on his back, staring unseeing at the ceiling.
Harry undressed quickly, then climbed into bed with Draco and sidled up close to him. "I will always be here," he whispered against his ear with an arm over Draco's chest.
Draco smiled weakly. After a minute he whispered. "Did you know my Aunt Bella taught me fifth year?"
A crease appeared between Harry's eyebrows as he frowned a little. "Yes," he said. "You told me before." Of course, he'd known before that, as well.
"And Legilimency," Draco confirmed. "She also tried to teach me how to cast Unforgivables."
That wasn't exactly surprising to Harry.
"Did you know I only ever managed one?" Draco continued, still staring at the ceiling.
"No," Harry answered quietly, staring at Draco's face.
"She used to laugh at me because I couldn't cast the Cruciatus Curse or the Killing Curse," he went on in a whisper. "I just couldn't seem to hate enough to want to hurt someone like that, let alone kill them."
"Do you think it would have worked?" Harry whispered after that.
Draco's eyebrows pulled together and he frowned. "I think I have the technical parts down well enough," he said. "I just didn't want it the way she did. She seemed to enjoy it."
"She did," Harry said, and then stared up too. "In the toilets is what I meant," he continued once a few moments had passed. "Would it have worked that time in sixth year?"
"Against you?" Draco snorted at that. "Never."
Harry let out a breath through his nose. "I have managed the Cruciatus Curse before," he admitted.
Draco had gotten distracted from his original point now as he turned to look in surprise at Harry. "You did? On who?"
"On Bellatrix once actually," Harry answered. "I wasn't very good. She laughed and told me you had to mean it. And then, on ... Amycus Carrow."
Draco shivered at the mention of Amycus. "Good," he said after a hard swallow. "That kind of hate..." He trailed off.
Harry went back to watching him. "What?" he asked.
"It sometimes feels like a thing, something I can feel," he said. "From others, I mean."
Harry frowned in confusion. "What?" he repeated.
"Those people, some of them at least, there tonight," Draco said. "I have no doubt some of them felt that strongly about me. Would want to hurt me, or kill me."
Harry's face hardened. "I'd kill all of them before they got to you." He was nearly alarmed to find he really did mean it.
Draco looked at Harry, eyes wide. "I know you would," he said. "It just ... frightens me that people I don't even know hate me like that."
Harry let out the deep breath he'd taken in. "I think it would frighten anyone," he said.
"It doesn't seem to hurt you," Draco said. "All those people who attacked you or hunted you."
Harry thought about that. "I guess I'm used to it," he said. "I've been ... hunted ... since I was eleven. It was scary. I was scared, I still get scared, but ... I don't know. I guess I would've never got anywhere at all if I'd let it control me."
Draco winced. He knew Harry hadn't meant it as a criticism, but it still upset him.
Harry realised then what he had said, and what it must have sounded like. "But, Draco, I – Well, I mean – I don't want you to let – It's different with you ... What happened ..." He winced too.
Draco shivered, memories making it hard to remember the present. It wasn't just the past that bothered him. Would it ever be safe again for him to be out among other wizards and witches? There were threats in the hate mail he still received. How many of them might be willing to act on what they felt toward him? He closed his eyes again but nodded to let Harry know he heard him.
Harry sighed, the crease still between his eyebrows. He knew it wasn't ... adequate, but, "I love you," he whispered.
Draco turned toward Harry, pressing his face to his chest and inhaling his scent. It always seemed to help him feel better.
Harry looked down at Draco, stroking his hair and still feeling bad for what he had said.
The blond clung to Harry, shivering as he remembered the looks people gave him, other faces joining them – faces of his Aunt Bellatrix, the Carrows and the Lestrange brothers. He whimpered.
Harry started, holding Draco tighter and frowning. "I'm right here," he whispered. "No one but me."
Draco forced himself to open his eyes, tilting his head up and looking at Harry. Harry, who had saved him, repeatedly now. "Yes," he whispered fervently.
Harry wished he could take everything from Draco into himself. He would've done it in a second, and it killed him that he couldn't do bloody anything. He sighed again. "Yes," he agreed.
Draco held his focus on those green eyes. Harry looked so sad, but the love in them was crystal clear. "I love the way you look at me," the blond whispered.
Harry continued to look at him seriously, but then allowed a small smile to show through. He figured it still probably looked like a frown. "Tell me how I look at you, then," he whispered back. "Because I want to make sure I look at you that way all the time."
"Like I'm beautiful," Draco whispered. "It's everything I used to want. It's like you really, really see me."
Harry cupped Draco's face. "You are beautiful," he said. "Absolutely gorgeous. And I do see you. Every part of you."
Draco smiled then, feeling the warmth of Harry's love like sunlight on his face. "Such a miracle," he whispered. "You, more than anyone, know the worst of me, and yet you look at me like that."
"I'm in love with you," said Harry. "And ... I suppose I have seen the worst of you. But now," he shook his head, "I couldn't look at you any other way than this."
"I love you so much I would do anything for the way you look at me, the way you touch me," Draco answered. "Touch me now."
Harry slid his hand down Draco's back, moving it all the way down to his arse. "I love how you feel," he whispered. "Love how perfect we are together. I think we were perfect together even when we fought."
Draco smiled more at that. "My rival," he teased. "They kind of had that wrong though."
"Did they?" Harry arched an eyebrow, sliding his left hand down to join his right on Draco's absolutely perfect arse.
Draco gasped, loving the feel of Harry's hands cupping his arse. "Yes," he answered dreamily, and then tried focus enough to answer. "You weren't my rival. Everyone else was."
Harry released a quiet breath of a laugh. "How do you figure that?"
Draco leaned more into Harry, arching his arse into his hands. "The rest of them were my rivals for your attention," he whispered, as he licked along Harry's jaw.
Harry hummed softly. "I can think of several ways you could have gotten my attention," he said suggestively.
Draco half laughed, the sound coming out more as a huff, at the thought of trying to seduce Harry while they were both still at Hogwarts. "You would have hexed my bollocks off," he teased as he slid one leg forward between Harry's knees.
Harry gasped, both as a pretend reaction to Draco's words, and as a real reaction to Draco's movements. "I would never hex such lovely things," he said, waggling his eyebrows. "I would sneak down with my Cloak into the dungeons at night and lick them."
The image and sensations that Draco's mind supplied to that made him moan aloud. "Show me," he challenged.
Harry grinned and flipped them suddenly, waggling his eyebrows again as he smiled down at Draco. "You would be in your silk pyjamas," he said in as sexy a voice as he could manage. "And sleeping, not knowing I was there." He dragged his hands down Draco's torso. "And you would look so bloody hot."
Draco trembled, wishing he had the silk pyjamas on just so Harry could remove them. "Yes, sleeping innocently in my bed," he said with a smirk.
"Oh, so innocently," Harry said in a teasing tone. "And all the others would be sleeping too, right there while I crawled into your bed. I would move over you, like I am now. And, God, you would smell so good, just like you do now." He leaned down, taking a deep breath of his lover and placing a slow kiss on the skin right before his ear.
Draco shivered as Harry described the fantasy. "And then what?" he asked breathlessly.
Harry smiled. "And then I would kiss you, and your lips would be so soft." He kissed Draco then, feeling the very real softness of him. "You would probably think you were dreaming, but then I would kiss you some more, and I would have to taste your mouth, so I would." He licked gently at Draco's lips, sliding his tongue slowly across them.
Draco moaned, mouth opening to his lover's. He felt his own arousal brush against the man crouched over him. "Dreaming," he whispered.
Harry let out a moan himself. "And then I would slide my hands up under your shirt, feeling how warm you would be after being under the blankets. And you would be so warm compared to the cold air in the dungeons. I wouldn't be able to stand it and I would want to strip you and make you even warmer."
"Yes, touch me. You set me on fire," Draco answered, feeling the truth of that as his body flushed with so much heat.
Harry sat back, straddling Draco as his cock hardened, and looked amusedly down at him. "And then I would tug your shirt off, and you would wake up then. And just what would you do with Harry Potter in your lap?" He smirked.
Draco laughed, a short burst of sound as he imagined it. "I would probably think you were there to hurt me," he admitted, realising his younger self would probably have fought Harry.
"But then I would kiss you again," Harry said, leaning forward with a grin. "And slide my hands up your gorgeous chest and trace your lovely collarbone with my fingers." He demonstrated his words.
Draco gasped, shivering in delight. "And I would surrender to you?" he whispered into his lover's mouth.
"Well, wouldn't you?" Harry said in a deep voice, as if it were quite obvious. He grinned still, and sat back again. "Especially if I took off my shirt then, right?"
"I would have thought I was losing my mind," Draco said with a smirk, reaching his hands up to caress Harry’s chest. "But I could never have resisted you, even then."
Harry hummed again, smiling down at Draco. "Good," he said before leaning down yet again. "And then I would whisper, 'Malfoy, I want you. Right here in your bed.'"
"Take what you want then, Potter," Draco whispered back, looking up into Harry's eyes with such desire he felt he would melt with it.
Harry shivered and kissed Draco, rocking his hips as he sat atop him. "I want to fuck that pretty arse of yours, Malfoy," he said, demanding and asking in one.
Draco had definitely had fantasies like this while still at Hogwarts and he flushed to remember what he had wanted. "Yes, fuck me," he agreed, voice nearly a whisper as he was almost embarrassed to admit it.
Harry moaned. "But we have to be quiet," he whispered. "Because your mates are sleeping, and we can't have them finding us like this, can we?" He reached down between them, not yet grasping Draco's cock, but moving toward it.
"Yes," Draco agreed, hissing as he arched up against Harry's body and hand.
Harry did grasp Draco then, thrilled with how turned on his lover was. "Mmm, you have a nice cock. Thick, and pretty, and hard for me. Hard for Harry Potter."
"Yes, hard for you," Draco agreed, hands sliding up Harry's thighs. "Are you hard for me, Potter?"
Harry let out a low groan. "Hard and dripping for you, Malfoy," he said, his cock twitching. "Never been so hard before."
Draco slid his hands up Harry's back, holding tight before shifting quickly to roll the other man on to his back. He grinned down at him.
Harry gasped at the unexpected move, eyes widening before he smiled. "Got something in mind?" he asked.
"Oh, yesss," Draco hissed, leaning down to take one of the other man's nipples into his mouth and sucking hard.
Harry gasped again and moaned loudly, pretend dorm-mates momentarily forgotten. "Watched your mouth all day today," he whispered, inventing wildly.
Draco shivered at the words, working his tongue over the hardened nub in his mouth.
Harry's body twitched with the sensations. "Watched your lips, imagined what they would – fuck – feel like."
Draco chuckled as he released Harry's nipple and moved to give the other one the same treatment. "Doing this?" he asked before sucking again.
Harry blinked a few times before answering, plunged back into the present for a few moments. He would have been imagining those soft, pink lips stretched around his cock, but Draco still hadn't really managed to do that yet. "Yeah," he breathed, because it did actually feel very good.
Draco sucked hard and then released him again. "Oh, I doubt it would be just your chest you imagined me sucking," he whispered, pressing a knee between Harry's thighs to encourage him to spread them.
Harry's eyes widened again and he swallowed, letting his legs fall open as he watched Draco.
"I know what you want," Draco said, voice husky as he licked his lips, kneeling between his lover's thighs. "Say it."
Harry let out a shaky breath, taking a few moments. "Suck my cock, Malfoy," he finally uttered, flushing with pleasure and slight embarrassment at the thought of telling Draco to do that back in school.
"Suck your cock? Next you'll be expecting me to kiss your arse," Draco teased with a waggle of his eyebrows. Then, eyes never leaving Harry's, he slid his hands up the man's thighs to cup his balls and grasp his shaft.
"Doesn't sound ... bad ... to me," Harry panted, his cock twitching in Draco's hand as he curled his toes.
Draco smirked, remembering that was exactly what he had done their first time. He lowered his mouth, taking a deep breath and, without pausing to even lick first, slid his lips over the slick crown of Harry's cock.
Harry wrapped a leg down low around Draco's back, closing his eyes with the glorious sensation of Draco's mouth on him. "Oh, God, yes, Malfoy. Perfect fucking mouth!"
It was almost too close to what had been said ... then ... and Draco paused. He breathed through his nose for a minute, getting his control back before swirling his tongue around the ridge of his lover's cock.
"So good," Harry crooned and babbled. "Mmmm, Draco, so fucking good." He slipped fingers into Draco's hair, clutching and stroking.
Draco relaxed more, the feeling of Harry's caresses to his hair as soothing as they were erotic. He wasn't even aware how much more mouth slid down his lover's cock as he lost himself to the taste and feel of his lover.
Harry was gasping, having missed the full wet heat of Draco's mouth for what felt like years. "Yes, baby," he whimpered. "Yes, baby, Malfoy, fuck!" It felt so good he was combining the fantasy and the present now.
Draco delighted in his lover's near-incoherent ramblings. He began to bob his head, sucking and licking enthusiastically now. Gods, he loved pleasuring Harry.
Harry tightened his leg around Draco, arching his back. "Oh, fuck, gonna make me come!" he shouted. "Gonna come!"
Draco gently squeezed the base of his lover's cock as he took him deeper, humming around his flesh.
Harry arched further, throwing his arms out to grasp the blankets as he came fucking hard. He thrust his hips, heel pressing into Draco's back as he called out his name.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing was as amazing to Draco as Harry writhing under him. He swallowed, come leaking out the corners of his mouth as he continued to suck Harry through the orgasm.
After a few moments of his body going completely mad, Harry slumped onto the bed, panting and twitching. And fuck when he looked down at Draco. He wasn't sure anything could be hotter. "You look so good," he said, nearly slurring.
Draco gave his lover a last long lick and then lifted his head, licking his lips as well. "And then you would have been mine?" he asked.
Harry smiled. "For as long as you would have me."
Draco felt almost sad that the fantasy wasn't the way it had happened, but he smiled anyway, crawling up his lover's body and looking down into his eyes. "You make anything seem possible."
Harry chuckled. "If that's true," he said, "then it's only because you're with me."
Chapter Title: The Way You Do
Words: 3913 Words
Harry unlocked and opened the door, stepped inside the house, and then closed it once Draco was in as well. He felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off him that he hadn't even realised was there. He'd known that he missed the Weasleys, but he hadn't known that he'd missed them so much. It had been like seeing his family again. He had expected things to be unbearably awkward, and they had been at first, because all of them were thinking of the one person that wasn't there, and exactly what Harry had done to that one person, and it was obvious that they didn't know if it was breaking loyalty to be friendly with Harry, but it seemed none of them could help it. Harry knew he didn't deserve it, but he was very, very glad.
Bill had been stern with him, but after a short while, returned to himself, while Fleur commented that Harry needed to learn to better comb his hair. Charlie didn't seem to mind him very much at all while Percy acted slightly annoyed with him; but then, Percy was always annoyed with something. George was a bit quiet, but Harry could feel the silent agreement between them, and Ron was as stiff around Draco as he always was. And Merlin, Harry hadn't known it would feel quite so good. He noticed that Draco hung back with his mother, and he thought that was probably better – for the time being, anyway. Mrs. Weasley made Harry promise to never be away from her that long again, and Mr. Weasley agreed with her with his fatherly smiles. It really did feel so very good. He was glad he had taken the trip to the gallery. Teddy had been able to see his parents, Narcissa and Andromeda had actually spoken, and overall, the good outweighed the bad very much.
He smiled as he hung his cloak up, and then reached a hand out of the closet for Draco's.
Draco had been standing just inside the door, practically unaware of anything around him. He startled when Harry reached a hand toward him, and it took him moment to hand over his cloak. He had a hard time getting it off, his hands were trembling so badly.
Harry was still smiling when he closed the closet door, but it dropped from his face the moment he looked at Draco. His eyebrows came together, and he took a step toward him.
Draco closed his eyes, unable to look into Harry's. His hands clenched beside him, pulling at the fabric of his clothes.
Harry's heart began to beat a little faster and he took another step forward. "Draco," he said, reaching for him.
Harry's visit with the Weasleys seemed to have put him in such a good mood that Draco hated to ruin it. He tried to breathe deeply and get control of himself. He opened his eyes but still didn't meet his lover's. "I just need to lie down," he whispered.
Harry continued to frown. "I'll come with you," he whispered back.
Draco shrugged and began to make his way up the stairs, having to use the banister to keep himself from stumbling.
Harry watched Draco. He hadn't even noticed anything was wrong, and he felt bad for feeling good. He walked close behind him on the steps, noticing how hard Draco gripped the rail.
It seemed to take forever before he reached their room. Draco sat heavily on the edge of the bed, reaching to take off his shoes.
Harry stood in the doorway, staring at Draco. He wanted to ask if Draco was okay, but it was obvious that he wasn't, so he didn't ask. He crossed the room and toed his shoes off, kicking them under the bed before he sat down on it.
Draco managed the shoes and socks without too much shaking and then reached for his tie, pulling it out of the collar slowly.
Harry watched the tie slide from Draco's shirt, and didn't reach to remove his own. He waited, either for Draco to begin trembling violently, or for him to lay down so that he could give him the comfort of holding him, because he knew that most of the time it worked better than words.
Draco did fine until he got to his shirt buttons. He couldn't seem to manage them. Suddenly, his fingers felt numb and he was shaking harder.
"Baby," Harry whispered, and then pulled Draco to him, against his chest, and wrapped his arms firmly around him.
Draco couldn't hold against that. He felt like he dissolved then, shuddering and clutching at Harry's clothing.
Harry held Draco tightly and let Draco clutch at him, making soothing noises as he moved Draco's hair away from his ear.
It felt like whatever held him in one piece was gone, and Draco found himself reduced to a shaking, quaking mess. He didn't know how long it lasted. He was only aware of Harry holding him through it.
Harry stroked soft blond hair, and stroked a long expanse of clothed back. He rocked with Draco in his arms, and all he could think of the entire time was the pain he felt at seeing him in pain.
Finally, the tremors subsided and Draco was reaching to wipe tears off his face – again. He felt utterly exhausted now.
Harry pressed his lips gently to Draco's forehead, and then against his lips for an even gentler kiss. "Bed?" he whispered.
The blond nodded, reaching again to try to unbutton his shirt.
Harry stopped him with his hands, taking Draco's to lower them to the bed, and unbuttoned his shirt for him.
Draco watched his lover's face as he was undressed. He didn't believe he deserved such kindness, but he welcomed it. Needed it.
Harry kissed Draco's shoulder as it was bared and then gently pushed him down on his back to remove his trousers and shorts. "Under the covers," he said, and reached to take off his own clothes.
Draco slid under the sheet and bedspread, sighing in relief as he did. He lay on his back, staring unseeing at the ceiling.
Harry undressed quickly, then climbed into bed with Draco and sidled up close to him. "I will always be here," he whispered against his ear with an arm over Draco's chest.
Draco smiled weakly. After a minute he whispered. "Did you know my Aunt Bella taught me fifth year?"
A crease appeared between Harry's eyebrows as he frowned a little. "Yes," he said. "You told me before." Of course, he'd known before that, as well.
"And Legilimency," Draco confirmed. "She also tried to teach me how to cast Unforgivables."
That wasn't exactly surprising to Harry.
"Did you know I only ever managed one?" Draco continued, still staring at the ceiling.
"No," Harry answered quietly, staring at Draco's face.
"She used to laugh at me because I couldn't cast the Cruciatus Curse or the Killing Curse," he went on in a whisper. "I just couldn't seem to hate enough to want to hurt someone like that, let alone kill them."
"Do you think it would have worked?" Harry whispered after that.
Draco's eyebrows pulled together and he frowned. "I think I have the technical parts down well enough," he said. "I just didn't want it the way she did. She seemed to enjoy it."
"She did," Harry said, and then stared up too. "In the toilets is what I meant," he continued once a few moments had passed. "Would it have worked that time in sixth year?"
"Against you?" Draco snorted at that. "Never."
Harry let out a breath through his nose. "I have managed the Cruciatus Curse before," he admitted.
Draco had gotten distracted from his original point now as he turned to look in surprise at Harry. "You did? On who?"
"On Bellatrix once actually," Harry answered. "I wasn't very good. She laughed and told me you had to mean it. And then, on ... Amycus Carrow."
Draco shivered at the mention of Amycus. "Good," he said after a hard swallow. "That kind of hate..." He trailed off.
Harry went back to watching him. "What?" he asked.
"It sometimes feels like a thing, something I can feel," he said. "From others, I mean."
Harry frowned in confusion. "What?" he repeated.
"Those people, some of them at least, there tonight," Draco said. "I have no doubt some of them felt that strongly about me. Would want to hurt me, or kill me."
Harry's face hardened. "I'd kill all of them before they got to you." He was nearly alarmed to find he really did mean it.
Draco looked at Harry, eyes wide. "I know you would," he said. "It just ... frightens me that people I don't even know hate me like that."
Harry let out the deep breath he'd taken in. "I think it would frighten anyone," he said.
"It doesn't seem to hurt you," Draco said. "All those people who attacked you or hunted you."
Harry thought about that. "I guess I'm used to it," he said. "I've been ... hunted ... since I was eleven. It was scary. I was scared, I still get scared, but ... I don't know. I guess I would've never got anywhere at all if I'd let it control me."
Draco winced. He knew Harry hadn't meant it as a criticism, but it still upset him.
Harry realised then what he had said, and what it must have sounded like. "But, Draco, I – Well, I mean – I don't want you to let – It's different with you ... What happened ..." He winced too.
Draco shivered, memories making it hard to remember the present. It wasn't just the past that bothered him. Would it ever be safe again for him to be out among other wizards and witches? There were threats in the hate mail he still received. How many of them might be willing to act on what they felt toward him? He closed his eyes again but nodded to let Harry know he heard him.
Harry sighed, the crease still between his eyebrows. He knew it wasn't ... adequate, but, "I love you," he whispered.
Draco turned toward Harry, pressing his face to his chest and inhaling his scent. It always seemed to help him feel better.
Harry looked down at Draco, stroking his hair and still feeling bad for what he had said.
The blond clung to Harry, shivering as he remembered the looks people gave him, other faces joining them – faces of his Aunt Bellatrix, the Carrows and the Lestrange brothers. He whimpered.
Harry started, holding Draco tighter and frowning. "I'm right here," he whispered. "No one but me."
Draco forced himself to open his eyes, tilting his head up and looking at Harry. Harry, who had saved him, repeatedly now. "Yes," he whispered fervently.
Harry wished he could take everything from Draco into himself. He would've done it in a second, and it killed him that he couldn't do bloody anything. He sighed again. "Yes," he agreed.
Draco held his focus on those green eyes. Harry looked so sad, but the love in them was crystal clear. "I love the way you look at me," the blond whispered.
Harry continued to look at him seriously, but then allowed a small smile to show through. He figured it still probably looked like a frown. "Tell me how I look at you, then," he whispered back. "Because I want to make sure I look at you that way all the time."
"Like I'm beautiful," Draco whispered. "It's everything I used to want. It's like you really, really see me."
Harry cupped Draco's face. "You are beautiful," he said. "Absolutely gorgeous. And I do see you. Every part of you."
Draco smiled then, feeling the warmth of Harry's love like sunlight on his face. "Such a miracle," he whispered. "You, more than anyone, know the worst of me, and yet you look at me like that."
"I'm in love with you," said Harry. "And ... I suppose I have seen the worst of you. But now," he shook his head, "I couldn't look at you any other way than this."
"I love you so much I would do anything for the way you look at me, the way you touch me," Draco answered. "Touch me now."
Harry slid his hand down Draco's back, moving it all the way down to his arse. "I love how you feel," he whispered. "Love how perfect we are together. I think we were perfect together even when we fought."
Draco smiled more at that. "My rival," he teased. "They kind of had that wrong though."
"Did they?" Harry arched an eyebrow, sliding his left hand down to join his right on Draco's absolutely perfect arse.
Draco gasped, loving the feel of Harry's hands cupping his arse. "Yes," he answered dreamily, and then tried focus enough to answer. "You weren't my rival. Everyone else was."
Harry released a quiet breath of a laugh. "How do you figure that?"
Draco leaned more into Harry, arching his arse into his hands. "The rest of them were my rivals for your attention," he whispered, as he licked along Harry's jaw.
Harry hummed softly. "I can think of several ways you could have gotten my attention," he said suggestively.
Draco half laughed, the sound coming out more as a huff, at the thought of trying to seduce Harry while they were both still at Hogwarts. "You would have hexed my bollocks off," he teased as he slid one leg forward between Harry's knees.
Harry gasped, both as a pretend reaction to Draco's words, and as a real reaction to Draco's movements. "I would never hex such lovely things," he said, waggling his eyebrows. "I would sneak down with my Cloak into the dungeons at night and lick them."
The image and sensations that Draco's mind supplied to that made him moan aloud. "Show me," he challenged.
Harry grinned and flipped them suddenly, waggling his eyebrows again as he smiled down at Draco. "You would be in your silk pyjamas," he said in as sexy a voice as he could manage. "And sleeping, not knowing I was there." He dragged his hands down Draco's torso. "And you would look so bloody hot."
Draco trembled, wishing he had the silk pyjamas on just so Harry could remove them. "Yes, sleeping innocently in my bed," he said with a smirk.
"Oh, so innocently," Harry said in a teasing tone. "And all the others would be sleeping too, right there while I crawled into your bed. I would move over you, like I am now. And, God, you would smell so good, just like you do now." He leaned down, taking a deep breath of his lover and placing a slow kiss on the skin right before his ear.
Draco shivered as Harry described the fantasy. "And then what?" he asked breathlessly.
Harry smiled. "And then I would kiss you, and your lips would be so soft." He kissed Draco then, feeling the very real softness of him. "You would probably think you were dreaming, but then I would kiss you some more, and I would have to taste your mouth, so I would." He licked gently at Draco's lips, sliding his tongue slowly across them.
Draco moaned, mouth opening to his lover's. He felt his own arousal brush against the man crouched over him. "Dreaming," he whispered.
Harry let out a moan himself. "And then I would slide my hands up under your shirt, feeling how warm you would be after being under the blankets. And you would be so warm compared to the cold air in the dungeons. I wouldn't be able to stand it and I would want to strip you and make you even warmer."
"Yes, touch me. You set me on fire," Draco answered, feeling the truth of that as his body flushed with so much heat.
Harry sat back, straddling Draco as his cock hardened, and looked amusedly down at him. "And then I would tug your shirt off, and you would wake up then. And just what would you do with Harry Potter in your lap?" He smirked.
Draco laughed, a short burst of sound as he imagined it. "I would probably think you were there to hurt me," he admitted, realising his younger self would probably have fought Harry.
"But then I would kiss you again," Harry said, leaning forward with a grin. "And slide my hands up your gorgeous chest and trace your lovely collarbone with my fingers." He demonstrated his words.
Draco gasped, shivering in delight. "And I would surrender to you?" he whispered into his lover's mouth.
"Well, wouldn't you?" Harry said in a deep voice, as if it were quite obvious. He grinned still, and sat back again. "Especially if I took off my shirt then, right?"
"I would have thought I was losing my mind," Draco said with a smirk, reaching his hands up to caress Harry’s chest. "But I could never have resisted you, even then."
Harry hummed again, smiling down at Draco. "Good," he said before leaning down yet again. "And then I would whisper, 'Malfoy, I want you. Right here in your bed.'"
"Take what you want then, Potter," Draco whispered back, looking up into Harry's eyes with such desire he felt he would melt with it.
Harry shivered and kissed Draco, rocking his hips as he sat atop him. "I want to fuck that pretty arse of yours, Malfoy," he said, demanding and asking in one.
Draco had definitely had fantasies like this while still at Hogwarts and he flushed to remember what he had wanted. "Yes, fuck me," he agreed, voice nearly a whisper as he was almost embarrassed to admit it.
Harry moaned. "But we have to be quiet," he whispered. "Because your mates are sleeping, and we can't have them finding us like this, can we?" He reached down between them, not yet grasping Draco's cock, but moving toward it.
"Yes," Draco agreed, hissing as he arched up against Harry's body and hand.
Harry did grasp Draco then, thrilled with how turned on his lover was. "Mmm, you have a nice cock. Thick, and pretty, and hard for me. Hard for Harry Potter."
"Yes, hard for you," Draco agreed, hands sliding up Harry's thighs. "Are you hard for me, Potter?"
Harry let out a low groan. "Hard and dripping for you, Malfoy," he said, his cock twitching. "Never been so hard before."
Draco slid his hands up Harry's back, holding tight before shifting quickly to roll the other man on to his back. He grinned down at him.
Harry gasped at the unexpected move, eyes widening before he smiled. "Got something in mind?" he asked.
"Oh, yesss," Draco hissed, leaning down to take one of the other man's nipples into his mouth and sucking hard.
Harry gasped again and moaned loudly, pretend dorm-mates momentarily forgotten. "Watched your mouth all day today," he whispered, inventing wildly.
Draco shivered at the words, working his tongue over the hardened nub in his mouth.
Harry's body twitched with the sensations. "Watched your lips, imagined what they would – fuck – feel like."
Draco chuckled as he released Harry's nipple and moved to give the other one the same treatment. "Doing this?" he asked before sucking again.
Harry blinked a few times before answering, plunged back into the present for a few moments. He would have been imagining those soft, pink lips stretched around his cock, but Draco still hadn't really managed to do that yet. "Yeah," he breathed, because it did actually feel very good.
Draco sucked hard and then released him again. "Oh, I doubt it would be just your chest you imagined me sucking," he whispered, pressing a knee between Harry's thighs to encourage him to spread them.
Harry's eyes widened again and he swallowed, letting his legs fall open as he watched Draco.
"I know what you want," Draco said, voice husky as he licked his lips, kneeling between his lover's thighs. "Say it."
Harry let out a shaky breath, taking a few moments. "Suck my cock, Malfoy," he finally uttered, flushing with pleasure and slight embarrassment at the thought of telling Draco to do that back in school.
"Suck your cock? Next you'll be expecting me to kiss your arse," Draco teased with a waggle of his eyebrows. Then, eyes never leaving Harry's, he slid his hands up the man's thighs to cup his balls and grasp his shaft.
"Doesn't sound ... bad ... to me," Harry panted, his cock twitching in Draco's hand as he curled his toes.
Draco smirked, remembering that was exactly what he had done their first time. He lowered his mouth, taking a deep breath and, without pausing to even lick first, slid his lips over the slick crown of Harry's cock.
Harry wrapped a leg down low around Draco's back, closing his eyes with the glorious sensation of Draco's mouth on him. "Oh, God, yes, Malfoy. Perfect fucking mouth!"
It was almost too close to what had been said ... then ... and Draco paused. He breathed through his nose for a minute, getting his control back before swirling his tongue around the ridge of his lover's cock.
"So good," Harry crooned and babbled. "Mmmm, Draco, so fucking good." He slipped fingers into Draco's hair, clutching and stroking.
Draco relaxed more, the feeling of Harry's caresses to his hair as soothing as they were erotic. He wasn't even aware how much more mouth slid down his lover's cock as he lost himself to the taste and feel of his lover.
Harry was gasping, having missed the full wet heat of Draco's mouth for what felt like years. "Yes, baby," he whimpered. "Yes, baby, Malfoy, fuck!" It felt so good he was combining the fantasy and the present now.
Draco delighted in his lover's near-incoherent ramblings. He began to bob his head, sucking and licking enthusiastically now. Gods, he loved pleasuring Harry.
Harry tightened his leg around Draco, arching his back. "Oh, fuck, gonna make me come!" he shouted. "Gonna come!"
Draco gently squeezed the base of his lover's cock as he took him deeper, humming around his flesh.
Harry arched further, throwing his arms out to grasp the blankets as he came fucking hard. He thrust his hips, heel pressing into Draco's back as he called out his name.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing was as amazing to Draco as Harry writhing under him. He swallowed, come leaking out the corners of his mouth as he continued to suck Harry through the orgasm.
After a few moments of his body going completely mad, Harry slumped onto the bed, panting and twitching. And fuck when he looked down at Draco. He wasn't sure anything could be hotter. "You look so good," he said, nearly slurring.
Draco gave his lover a last long lick and then lifted his head, licking his lips as well. "And then you would have been mine?" he asked.
Harry smiled. "For as long as you would have me."
Draco felt almost sad that the fantasy wasn't the way it had happened, but he smiled anyway, crawling up his lover's body and looking down into his eyes. "You make anything seem possible."
Harry chuckled. "If that's true," he said, "then it's only because you're with me."