A Good Boy

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Chapter Thirteen – The Night

That Saturday, Harry spent all day preparing. He went to Hogsmeade and bought flowers, chocolate, and champagne (which was surprisingly hard to get a hold of, he had to use all his charm and a great deal of his fortune to get a bottle from Madame Rosemerta). He searched the entire village trying to find condoms until one of the shop clerks took mercy on him and told him wizards did not use condoms. There were much easier spells to protect from pregnancy, and diseases hardly existed. He was so kind as to tell him which book to read, too. Harry thanked him and promised he would check it out, even though he had no such plans. If he did not have to worry for diseases, or pregnancy seeing as they were both male, it would do with a simple cleaning spell on himself.

So Harry returned to the castle, a little annoyed that no one had managed to spill this out before. He could have saved a lot of time and effort. But he did not think of it much longer, instead focusing on making himself ready. He shaved and pondered over if he should shave his balls too, but decided against it. Perhaps it would scare Draco off. He dressed in his best-looking clothes (a pair of rather tight jeans and a black shirt) and put on cologne. He tried to tame his hair to no use, and so decided to leave it the way it was. He was glad Ron and Hermione were on a romantic dinner, or he would have had some explaining to do. A quarter past five, he went to the room of requirement, stepping into a rather beautiful bedroom. It had a huge bed, covered with pillows in green and silver. The entire room was decorated in wood, black, and silver, with green curtains and a green plush carpet. Apparently, he wanted Draco to feel at home. In the centre of the room was a round table decorated with a black tablecloth, a pair of silver candles, and a crystal vase.

“Mr. Harry Potter, sir!” Harry jumped several feet in the air, not expecting to see Dobby there. “I’m sorry sir. I didn’t mean to frighten you, Mr. Harry Potter, sir.”

“No, that’s alright. I wasn’t expecting you, that’s all.”

Dobby seemed thrilled Harry was not angry. It still astounded Harry how he could still be so worried all the time. “Please tell Dobby what he can be getting you, sir?”

“Actually, It would be great If you could get me a romantic dinner. For two?”

“Of course, Mr. Harry Potter, sir. One dinner coming up for you and Mr. Malfoy.” And he left with a ‘pop’, leaving Harry a little embarrassed. He should have known Dobby would know about it. Harry decided he did not care if Dobby knew what they were planning, and instead began preparing for Draco. He put the champagne bottle in a convenient bucket of ice, lit the candles, put the flowers in the vase, and the chocolate on the bed.

He looked at his watch. A quarter to six. He had told Draco to meet him there at six o’clock. He began wandering around nervously, willing the time to go faster. The room of requirement could not help him with that, though, and it crept on steadily. At precisely six o’clock, he heard a knock on the door. He took a shaky breath and opened it. Draco was beautiful. He wore a pair of simple black jeans and a grey sweater, perfectly complimenting his eyes. He did not look at all as nervous as Harry did; unknown to Harry, that was due only to his great acting skills. Without saying anything, Draco dragged Harry to him, kissing him deeply. Harry relaxed in his arms, melting from the intense kiss.

“Hello, Harry.” Draco murmured to Harry in a very sexy manner.

“Uhm, hi. Uhm. Oh yeah, come on in. I don’t know what you’ll think. I tried my best, but I don’t know if it’s too much or if you won’t like it or if I should have–”

“Harry, shut up.” Draco scanned the room with obvious satisfaction. “It’s great.”

“Oh, well. Great! Sit down, please.”

Harry fidgeted around, correcting the flowers, moving a candle a fragment of an inch to the left, and smoothing down invisible creases on the tablecloth.

“Harry, stop being so nervous.”

And Harry listened to him, calming down immensely. He took a deep breath. “I want to make it special.”

“Being with you is special, Harry.”

Harry felt his insides warm up, and the butterflies fly around pleasantly. That was the nicest thing anyone had ever told him. Many had said he was special, but no one had said it was special to be with him. They smiled at each other, lost in the other’s eyes for a moment. The conjuring of food interrupted them. All of a sudden, there were two plates with a great looking piece of toast, topped with what looked like salmon, caviar, onion, and a tiny little egg. Harry poured some champagne. Draco took a sip, and gasped.

“What is this, Harry? It tastes amazing!”

Harry chuckled. “I knew you’d like it, you little snob. It’s champagne.”

“Champagne. Is it a muggle invention?”

“Yes.”

Draco seemed to be thinking, tasting a little more. “Well, it’s still great.”

Harry smiled at him again. It was hard not to, he looked so bloody gorgeous. They ate in silence, both too busy eyeing the other to talk. When they were done, the main course appeared, bringing with it the most delicious smell. Despite Harry’s nervousness, he felt hungry, but still waited for Draco to dig in first. It was some sort of meat, perfectly grilled, roasted vegetables, and potatoes in some kind of sauce. Draco did not hurry to dig in though.

“I can’t believe you’ve done this. For me.”

“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a very long time, Draco. Actually, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“I… I…” Draco was obviously hesitating. For what, Harry could only imagine.

“You what, Draco?” Harry felt the butterflies in his stomach go crazy.

”I… I love…” Harry swallowed, and so did Draco. “I love this food. It’s great!” Draco took a big mouthful, giving him an excuse not to say anything more for a while.

Harry felt his butterflies calm down a little. He could not help feeling a tad disappointed. But he knew they had to take it easy. He could probably never understand how hard this must be for him. He smiled at Draco, laughing a little at how cute he looked with his mouth full of food.

“Oh, shut up.” Draco glared at him in a mock angry way, causing Harry to laugh even more. The tension that had risen a few minutes before quickly died down, and they spent the rest of the meal discussing many things, from Quidditch to school and back to Quidditch again. Harry almost forgot to be nervous.

After the main course came the desert: chocolate fondue with a big assortment of fruits, some of them Harry had never even seen before. The conversation died down as they fed each other. Harry needed all his concentration not to jump Draco. He looked so hot, enjoying each bite almost too visibly, licking chocolate from his lips and closing his eyes, noticeably savouring the taste. Harry’s breath quickened, and his eyes were visibly clouded up with desire.

When they were done, he led Draco to the bed. None of them cared about the chocolate lying there. Instead, they jumped each other, covering each other with kisses and touching wherever they could reach, removing each other’s clothes until they had nothing but their underwear on. After a while, Harry laid Draco down, continuing his kissing and touching. But something had changed. Draco was not kissing back. He was, in fact, lying stiff as a board.

“What’s the matter? Have I done something wrong?”

“No. I’m sorry, Harry, I really am. It’s not you.”

“Than what is it?” Harry was desperate for an answer. He wanted this to work so badly. “Please, talk to me.”

“It’s just… I’m not ready.” Draco turned away from Harry, lying on his side. Harry slumped down next to him. “I’m really sorry.”

“I know. It’s alright, Draco.”

“You’re not mad, are you?”

Harry did not know whether to cry or laugh. “Of course, I’m not mad at you. We’ll do this your own pace. When you’re ready. In the meantime, may I hold you?”

“Of course, silly. Why wouldn’t you?”

Harry lifted the duvet on top of them and scooted closer, putting his arm around Draco. “I’ve dreamed of this. Falling asleep with you in my arms.”

“Mhmm. Me too.” Draco sounded sleepy already.

Harry looked at the clock on the wall. It was already 11.25pm. No wonder he was tired. “Good night Draco.” But he did not receive an answer. Draco was already sleeping, breathing calmly and holding Harry’s arm. Harry fell asleep with a soft smile on his lips, happy he could finally fall asleep knowing Draco was safe.


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Draco woke up in the middle of the night. He was used to that. But this time, he did not scream. It was not a nightmare that had awoken him. It was his huge, throbbing hard-on. But he could only focus on that for a second before a sharp pain in his stomach demanded his attention. He had to run to make it to the toilet in time. Chocolate, fruits, vegetables, and meat filled the toilet bowl. Draco did not even have to push his fingers down his throat. His stomach was not used to such quantities of food. After he got back to bed, he felt a lot better. That was when he remembered his dream. He had dreamt of Harry. It had been a very, very naughty dream, and Draco felt his cock twitch just thinking about it. In an instant, he made up his mind. He wanted Harry. It was as simple as that. If any complications appeared, they would just have to deal with them.

He turned to Harry, who lay on his back snoring a little. He was so beautiful. Draco planted a soft kiss on those pink, adoring lips. He continued to his cheek, ear, neck, and throat, making sure to be gentle enough not to wake Harry. Even though he had made up his mind, it felt nice to have an option. If he felt he could not do it, Harry would not be disappointed if he was asleep.

Draco continued his trail of kisses, paying close attention to Harry’s nipples before going down even further. Harry’s body was reacting very strongly to his attention. It did not take long before his erection matched Draco’s. Draco’s dick was eager to be released from its underwear prison, and after just a little hesitation, Draco complied. He removed Harry’s boxers too, impatient to finally see Harry’s cock. He had not known he even wanted to see it, but now it was on the top of his to-do list. And it was beautiful. Not that different from Snape’s, but to Draco, it was as if they could not even be compared. He took a few seconds admiring it, feeling a little scared but mostly just aroused.

He felt a desperate desire to touch his own member. He did not understand it. Sure, Snape had made him touch himself a few times, but this was different. He wanted to touch it, and even more, he wanted Harry to touch it. Slowly, he reached down, happily discovering that it did not feel unpleasant at all. Not at all as it was with Snape. But then he saw a flash of other people, and he remembered. But he quickly focused on Harry, and only Harry.

Soon enough, his erection had returned to almost the same size it had been before. He stroked himself a few times before returning his attention to Harry’s cock. He had done this so many times, and still he felt like a virgin. Tentatively, he touched it, stroked. it and then licked the head a little. Harry stirred. Draco did not hesitate. He did not want to stop. No matter what he had been through, this was not even remotely the same. This was Harry, whom he loved. Yes, he knew that now. He loved Harry.

Slowly, he licked from the base to the tip, and then took the head in his mouth. Even though it felt like the first time, it certainly was not. And Draco’s training was definitely working on Harry, who began trembling. A few seconds later, Harry awoke from Draco deep-throating him. Draco looked up at him, and when Harry looked down into his eyes, he came immediately, shaking from the force of the orgasm.

“Of, my god, Draco. That was amazing.” Harry’s eyes were shining when he later looked back into Draco’s eyes, who was now lying next to him. “But it was not how I wanted it to be. I wanted to make it special for you.”

“I know Harry. But it was special, and it felt great. Seeing you like that… I didn’t think I was ready, Harry, but I am. I want you.” Harry’s pupils were visually dilated. Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry, gently at first but then he took control, exploring Harry’s mouth. A few seconds later, he felt Harry’s hands in his face, in his hair, on his back, and on his ass, caressing every part of him they could reach. And it was nothing like Snape’s hands, or any of the others’ hands either. It felt good. It did not take long at all before Harry’s dick was beginning to swell again. Draco started making his way down again, following the former trail of kisses. But Harry stopped him, much to Draco’s disappointment.

“Are you sure about this, Draco?”

“As sure as I’ll ever be. I want you.”

Harry smiled a huge smile, looking like he had just won the lottery. “I love you, Draco.”

Draco felt like his heart was a balloon, swelling more and more, threatening to break out of his chest. He had never felt so happy. “I love you too.” He continued his path down to Harry’s member, which was now fully erect. After a while of licking and sucking, he felt as if his own cock would explode if it did not get any attention. He looked up to see Harry offering him a tube of lubricant, which had conveniently appeared on the bedside.

“Harry, are you sure?” Draco felt surprisingly thrilled over the idea, but he was not sure he wanted to do this to Harry. He knew how it felt.

“I’m sure, Draco. I want you..”

“But… It hurts.”

“I know you’ll be gentle.” Harry smiled down at him, a reassuring smile that made Draco more confident. He would be gentle. Luckily, he had a lot of experience, and now he could use it for something good. He put some lubricant in his hand, massaging Harry’s anus with it. He used his other hand to stroke Harry’s dick, and then put his lips around it as he carefully pushed a finger past Harry’s ring of muscle. Harry moaned, pushing down against Draco’s finger. This encouraged Draco – knowing Harry liked it made it much easier for him. And so he inserted another finger, scissoring them to spread Harry as much as possible. He added a third finger and then a forth, pumping in and out and sucking Harry’s dick at the same pace.

“Please, please… I’m ready! Please take me!” Harry was thrashing about on the bed, looking desperate. Draco did not hesitate long before he complied, covering his dick with lubricant and slowly pushing his head to the loosened ring of muscles. It was still tight though.

“Please, Draco.” Harry looked up at him from where he laid on the bed, legs spread wide open in eager anticipation. “Take me.”

And Draco did, pushing in as gently as he could. But it was hard to stay in control. He had never tried to imagine what this would be like. But if he had, he would not even have gotten close. It felt so incredibly amazing, he could not even begin to describe it. When half of his dick was inside, he drew back slowly, and then pushed in again even slower, going a little deeper. When he was buried to the hilt, he stopped, gasping as he relished in how amazing it felt to be inside of Harry, feeling his walls surrounding him. But Harry seemed only annoyed by his caution.

“Just do it already! Fuck me, Draco!”

And so Draco began thrusting, still at a painfully slow pace. He did not want to hurt Harry, he knew too well how this could feel if done in the wrong way. He tried to angle his thrusts so he would hit that spot inside Harry that did not feel pleasant at all when Snape hit it, but he knew enough to understand it would not be the same for Harry. And true enough, Harry drew in a breath, his eyes widening, when Draco found it. He quickened the pace after a while, loosing himself in how great it felt. He did not have to worry about Harry, who was now gasping each time Draco pushed in.

Draco noticed the signs of Harry getting closer to climax, so he quickened the pace and in the meantime started stroking Harry’s erection. His motions made Harry shiver, and it did not take long until Harry came, spurting out his semen over his stomach and Draco’s hand. It was the most beautiful sight Draco had ever seen. It did not take long for him to come, the clenching of Harry’s walls around him helping him along. A few thrusts and then he buried himself as deeply as he could, filling Harry with his come.

When he was finished he laid down beside Harry, who was still panting.

“That was amazing, Harry.” And it had been. Draco never thought he could enjoy sex. But apparently he could. With Harry he could.

“I know.” Then Harry smiled at him, making Draco’s insides melt.


A/U:

elphaba: Thank you! :D And it is unavoidable with Harry there! ^^

mrequecky: Aaw, I'm glad! :D

Queen of the Darkness: Aaw, thank you! :D I'm glad you though so too. It's kind of scary imagining how you would feel, and what you would do, if you went through all that. Having someone there for you would be very helping, I'm sure.

thrnbrooke: Hope you liked it! And sure someone could do something, if someone who can do anything would know about it.