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Compulsion
Chapter Number/Total: 15/37
Chapter Title: Compulsion
Beta(s): Nefernat, Godmoma, Nomeci, TheBostonDyke
Words: 3423 Words
Harry sat up with great effort. "I don't know," he said, crawling over the bed. He discovered a few sandwiches that had survived the shagging. "Here's some," he said.
Draco pulled himself up on his elbows and looked at Harry with a grimace. "Off the floor?"
Harry laughed. "No," he said. "There's only a few, but they managed not to land with the rest of them."
"What were they on when they landed?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"The tray," Harry said, reaching down and grabbing it.
"Good," Draco said. "Is there any pumpkin juice left?"
"Juice is on the table," Harry said, pointing. He put the tray with the three sandwiches on the bed.
Draco propped himself up on one side and reached for a sandwich.
Harry smiled and watched him, a warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach. He felt like jumping up and dancing for the second time that week.
Draco swallowed and frowned up at Harry. "The juice?"
Harry shook his head at Draco and got up. "Yes, your Majesty," he said sarcastically, walking over to get him some juice. He brought it over to him, flopping back down on the bed.
"Thanks," Draco said, rolling his eyes at Harry and gulping down the juice. He kept his eyes on Harry, marvelling at the sight of the naked boy in front of him.
Harry lay down on his stomach, facing Draco, and propped his head up on his hands. "I'm glad you're eating," he said, watching Draco take another bite.
Draco shrugged and finished off the sandwich, following it with the rest of his glass of pumpkin juice. Then he rolled onto his back and yawned.
Harry crawled over to Draco and looked down at him. "Tired?" he asked, smiling.
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed, his eyes closing.
Harry's smile grew as the feeling of unmistakable love overtook him. He kissed the end of Draco's nose. "Why don't you lay where you're supposed to so we can go to sleep?"
Draco didn't answer. He rolled onto his side, fast asleep.
Harry laughed. He pulled Draco up a bit and moved him so that his head was at the top of the bed. He covered him up, climbed in next to him, and simply watched Draco sleep. Finally he fell asleep too, with a big smile on his face.
***
May 6
Draco breathed deep and became aware of Harry's body wrapped around his. It felt so good. He wanted to always wake up this way. Pain stabbed his heart when he remembered that always was less than a month for him. Harry had an arm wrapped around his waist, clutching him tight. He laid his hand atop Harry's and pressed it against him.
Harry was having a wonderful dream about Draco when he felt some sort of pressure. His eyelids fluttered open and he was greeted with the most wonderful sight: the real Draco lying next to him. He snuggled up closer and yawned, smiling. He couldn't seem to stop smiling.
Draco loved the moment when Harry awoke and he was able to look into those emerald eyes. His heart felt like it stopped for a minute and he had a flash of memory. A boy in a cloak shop with emerald eyes. That had been what had done it. Not the bloody scar. He had looked into those eyes and had been lost. And the sight of them had never ceased to affect him.
"Morning," Harry said, taking in a deep breath. He leaned in a bit more and kissed Draco before burying his face in the space between Draco's neck and the pillow.
Draco swallowed the lump in his throat and managed to croak out, "Morning." His whole body was suddenly very awake at the feel of Harry's breath on his neck. He brought his fingers up and began to card back Harry's messy hair.
Harry sighed at the feeling of Draco's fingers in his hair. "I don't want to get up," he moaned, voice muffled.
Draco smirked, and, drawing Harry's hair away from his ear, whispered against it, "I think I already am."
Harry smirked too. "Mmm, really?" he asked. He made his hand crawl along Draco's stomach to rest just above his groin.
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed, and thrust a bit forward to meet Harry's hand, his own hand reflexively tightening in the other boy's dark hair.
Harry chuckled. "What are you feeling up to?" he asked, letting his hand slide a little lower.
"Touch me," Draco whined. "No teasing this morning." He pulled Harry's head back with his hair and looked into his eyes letting, him see how needy he felt in that moment.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "You got it," he said quickly, closing his hand around Draco's cock.
"Yes," Draco hissed, his eyes closing and his hand tightening again.
Harry pulled at Draco and scooted forward to kiss him deeply. "I love your cock, you know," he whispered, knowing how much it would get Draco off.
Draco groaned, the words making said appendage harder and his body shudder. "Good," he said. "Should I fuck you with it?"
Harry pulled a few more times and shuddered at Draco's words. "I think maybe you should," he said huskily, kissing Draco again.
"Turn around, on your other side," Draco said, giving Harry's hair another tug and then untangling his fingers. "And what did you use for lube yesterday?"
Harry nodded and turned over. He lay there for a second and then realised that Draco had asked a question. "Oh, erm, lotion," he said. "I don't know where it is though, but hurry up and fuck me!"
"Oh, Gods," Draco moaned as Harry’s arse brushed against his cock. "Harry, you just ordered me..." And he was rubbing his cock against the crevasse of Harry's arse.
Harry knew that he didn't want to fuck without lube. "No!" he said quickly. "No, stop! I meant hurry and find the lube." He perked his head up a bit and looked behind himself at Draco.
Draco sighed in relief and then rolled to the floor, looking for the lotion. He found it under the bed. The sight of Harry waiting for him made him grin and reach for that beautiful arse. He rubbed his hand lovingly over the cheeks of Harry's rear and pushed him gently over until he was face down.
Harry's eyes closed at Draco's touch. It felt nice to not have to do anything. He sighed, waiting eagerly for Draco to get started.
"Lift your hips and spread your legs," Draco said, reaching for a pillow. When Harry'd lifted up, Draco slid it under him and knelt between his legs.
Harry licked his lips and looked behind him once more before lying back down, eyes closed again. "Mmm, Draco," he sighed. "Hurry up, please."
Smiling, Draco squeezed lotion into his hand and set the bottle aside, slicking his fingers. He slid his fingers into the crevasse in front of him, seeking Harry's entrance. He found it and pressed in gently but firmly.
"Mmmm," Harry let out, relaxing further. "You're amazing," he said, even though Draco hardly had a finger in yet.
"I am going to fuck you hard, Harry," Draco said, his voice low and serious. "I am going to shove my cock so far inside you." He pulled back, working a second finger in.
Harry perked up quite a bit at that. "Please do," he whined, pushing his arse up against Draco's fingers.
Draco slicked his cock with his other hand, pushed forward and removed his fingers. He could feel the head of his cock against Harry's opening and gasped at the sensation. "Want this?" he asked.
"Yesss," Harry hissed, pushing up more. "Please, yes!" If there was one thing that Harry loved about Draco, it was that voice he used during sex. He didn't want him to stop talking, ever.
Draco grabbed both Harry's hips in his hands and pushed. "Fuck, yes!" he growled, and kept pushing as far as he could, gasping when he was fully in.
Harry grasped the bedding and clutched at it hard. Pain shot up his spine, but oh fucking hell, there was pleasure too. Just the thought of Draco doing what he was doing made Harry want to come. "Ah! Draco!"
Draco held still, trembling at the feeling of tight heat and the sound of Harry calling his name. His voice was hoarse and deep when he growled, "Gods, you feel so fucking good, Harry!"
Harry's back arched at that. "Errgggh! Fuck me!" he yelled impatiently, frustrated.
Draco would have done it anyway, but the command set his hips in motion before he even realised why. He pulled back and began thrusting. "Yes, oh, yes," he moaned, and it felt so impossibly good he thought he might cry.
Harry bit his lip so hard he actually broke skin. God, it hurt, but fucking Merlin in a dress, it felt bloody fantastic! "Harder!" he demanded, trying to thrust his hips to get friction from the bed.
"Fuck, Harry, you..." Draco couldn't finish the sentence, his hips thrusting as fast and as hard as he could make them go. It almost hurt to be pounding against Harry like this but he couldn't think, let alone stop it.
Harry was screaming now, but he didn't want Draco to stop. He couldn't say anything anymore other than the word "yes" over and over and over again. "Yesyesyesyesyes!" He was sure his brain had exploded.
Sweat dripped from his brow and Draco could barely take a breath. His long fingers gripped Harry's hips so tight he knew he was bruising him but he couldn't let go. He pulled against Harry's hips, spreading his arse cheeks wider, and deepened his angle so that he was thrusting so far he could feel it to the root of his cock.
Harry didn't think it could get any better than it already was, but then Draco went deeper. Fucking hell! He brushed Harry's prostate and Harry was openly sobbing. He felt so full. So full of Draco he thought he was going to die.
Draco's body was drenched in sweat now and his muscles were shuddering with the effort to keep up the pace.
Harry was very, very close. He had no idea that anything was wrong. Just a little more, a little more, more, more, his brain was telling him. He whimpered, feeling the pressure building that told him he was going to come.
Draco was gasping and he was getting dizzy again. "C-come," he managed to gasp, not knowing whether or not Harry could hear him.
Harry didn't need to hear him. He came next moment so hard, his entire body felt numb for a second. There were black dots dancing in front of his eyes, and the expression on his face might've been comical had anyone been able to see it.
Harry's orgasm clenched around Draco's cock and he was coming too. Then he blacked out, collapsing forward onto Harry.
Harry was still for a moment, not having realised what had happened. He frowned and squirmed a bit under Draco. His frown deepened when Draco did absolutely nothing. Harry pushed himself up with an enormous effort, wincing at the pain in his backside. Draco rolled off him like a rag doll, completely limp. "Draco?" Harry asked frantically, smacking him lightly on the cheek a few times.
Draco lay there, still and breathing shallowly.
Harry gulped, heavy guilt flooding him. "Draco, wake up!" he said, looking at Draco. He was startled by a knock at the door.
He looked up from Draco's face at the sound of the knock. He was filled with utter dread when his command didn't work. He dove off the bed and grabbed his discarded robe, wrapping it around his hips hurriedly. He picked up his own shirt lying nearby and flung it over Draco's lower half. "Come in, hurry!" he yelled at the door.
Madam Pomfrey opened the door, and came in, followed by a floating tray with breakfast and potions on it. "G'morning, dears," she started. "Time to get up..." She stopped suddenly at the look on Harry's face and her attention turned quickly to the boy collapsed on the bed. "What happened?" she said, rushing to him.
"He passed out again. I told him to wake up, but it didn't work," Harry told her with wide eyes, shaking slightly. He very much didn't want to say, 'He passed out because I made him fuck me too hard.'
She pulled her wand and pointed it at Draco. "Ennervate!"
Draco moaned, opening his eyes a bit.
"Pass me that green vial, Harry," Pomfrey directed.
Harry rushed over and did as he was told, watching Draco intently.
Madam Pomfrey rolled Draco over, paying no attention to his state of undress. "Hold his head up, Harry," she said.
Harry got back on the bed and pulled Draco's head into his lap so he could hold him up better.
Draco moaned and tried to focus his eyes; the world was spinning again and he closed them quickly.
Madam Pomfrey held the vial to his lips and poured it in. Draco gagged but still managed to swallow most of it, some trickling down his chin. He grimaced and shuddered at the awful taste.
Harry winced at Draco's reaction, wiping the potion up with his bare hand. "Draco?" he asked, still scared.
"Harry," Draco croaked, his voice not really working well. At least the dizziness seemed to have stopped. He opened his eyes and looked up into Harry's green, smiling weakly when he saw them.
Madam Pomfrey shook her head, taking in the state of both boys and tsking. Draco was soaking wet and had started to shiver. She cast a quick Cleaning Charm on him and the soaked bed sheets, before pulling the covers up over him. "He is a sick boy," she said to Harry. "He needs to eat more before... exerting himself unnecessarily." She flicked her wand and the breakfast tray settled on the bedside table.
Harry flushed crimson and nodded. He couldn't ever remember being embarrassed so much in so little time.
Draco had the sense to look a bit cowed as well, and sighed, leaning back against Harry. "I'm okay," he said, but it came out has a feeble whisper.
Madam Pomfrey shook her head. "Behave, or we will have to send your friend back to the dorms," she warned them. She looked at Harry. "The headmaster will be coming to visit you this morning," she explained, "so you aren't to go to classes yet."
Harry nodded again, stroking Draco's hair now.
Madam Pomfrey nodded and left the room, opening the door and leaving it that way on her way out.
"I'm sorry, Draco," Harry said quietly. "I didn't know that - that that would happen, that that was happening."
Draco started to laugh but it came out as a bit of a cough. He smiled at Harry, and then whispered, "Kiss me."
Harry sighed and shook his head. He bent and kissed Draco upside down.
"Mmm," Draco hummed against his lips, one hand coming up to tangle in Harry's hair.
Harry started to kiss back eagerly, but then pulled away in shame. "No," he said. "No more. Eat, please."
Draco smiled and dropped his hand and head back. "Is there any tea?" he whispered.
Harry looked over to the side at the tray Pomfrey had brought in. There was indeed tea. He nodded. "Want me to make you some?" he asked.
Draco nodded. "With milk and sugar."
"Okay," Harry said, sliding himself gently from underneath Draco's head. He made Draco, and himself, some tea and brought both cups over.
"Need to sit up," Draco said, rolling to his side and struggling to push himself up again.
Harry frowned and set the cups back down before helping Draco sit up and propping him with pillows. He retrieved the tea again and handed Draco's to him. "I'm really, really sorry," he said, brows coming together.
Draco shook his head, taking the tea from Harry. "Can't think of a better way to go." He smiled, sipping the tea.
Harry just stared at his cup for a moment. "I'd never forgive myself," he said quietly. He felt like he had failed Draco in some small way.
Draco huffed and then reached his hand out for Harry's. "Please, don't be like that," he said. Then he smirked. "But if it matters, it might help to always say please."
Harry took Draco's hand and bit his lip, wincing at the slight pain there. "Yeah, okay," he said, finally bringing his tea up to sip it. He sighed. "Guess I'm gonna have to go to classes after Dumbledore talks to us," he said sadly.
Draco looked down at his tea and sighed as well, still holding Harry's hand.
"Up to eating?" Harry asked in a bit of a higher voice, trying to lighten the mood.
Draco shrugged and sipped his tea. "We should get dressed," he said. "I don't fancy a visit from Dumbledore like this."
"Eugh, me either," Harry agreed, gulping the rest of his tea down. "I need to take a shower. Magical cleaning just isn't the same."
Draco smirked. "Think we are safe to shower together?"
Harry gave a small smile. "Yeah, because I don't think I can take anymore for at least a few hours, and you might keel over if you get another hard-on. Think Pomfrey'll let us if I say you need help washing?"
Draco nodded, smiling and looking more cheerful. "I hope so, because I think I do. Is there porridge?"
Harry laughed. "Yeah," he said, getting to his feet again. The robe fell off his hips and he rushed over and shut the door. "Bloody woman's probably trying to get a peek," he said indignantly before coming back over to the bed bearing the whole tray.
Draco added a lot of milk and sugar to his cereal, so that it was the consistency of soup. He sat sipping it and his tea, feeling better already.
Harry picked up a muffin. "What d'you think Dumbledore'll want to tell us?" he asked, taking a bite.
Draco frowned, setting down his porridge and looking at his arm. He only just realised that he had been naked in front of Pomfrey. He hoped she hadn't noticed his "arm band." He looked over the side of the bed and retrieved his nightshirt, slipping it back over his head. "Probably coming to check on his favourite student," he said quietly.
Harry scowled. "I resent that," he said. "Why don't you want him to see your arm?"
Draco huffed and folded his hands in his lap. "You’re suggesting you are not his favourite?"
"I don't think of it that way," Harry said, taking another bite of muffin. "Dumbledore doesn't play favourites, we're just... there's just stuff between us, I guess."
"He lets you break every rule in this place." Draco sneered. "Even now, you being here with me. Do you think anyone else could get away with that?"
"Hey," Harry started angrily. "He let me stay here because you needed me, you prat. And he doesn't let me break rules. I just don't get caught."
Draco leaned back against the pillows, crossing his arms behind his head and watching Harry fume. If he'd had any energy left, the sight would've probably turned him on. He schooled his face carefully neutral.
Harry narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Draco for a moment. He sighed when Draco didn't say anything more. "I'll go ask Pomfrey about showering. Finish eating, or whatever." He got off the bed and stalked out of the room.
Draco shook his head and got out of bed, searching for the bottoms of the nightclothes. He found them and slipped them on. He smirked when he realised that Harry had gotten so angry he had marched out of the room naked. Draco picked up Harry's trousers and held them, waiting. He knew Harry would be back for them pretty quick.
Harry took about ten steps outside the room before he realised he wasn't wearing anything. He spun around quicker than lightning and ran back inside. His eyes landed on Draco holding his trousers up and he marched over and snatched them, slightly pink. He pulled them on and left again, thankful that only Draco had witnessed it.
Draco fell back on the bed, snickering. Flushed, angry and naked Harry was a delicious sight.
Chapter Title: Compulsion
Beta(s): Nefernat, Godmoma, Nomeci, TheBostonDyke
Words: 3423 Words
Harry sat up with great effort. "I don't know," he said, crawling over the bed. He discovered a few sandwiches that had survived the shagging. "Here's some," he said.
Draco pulled himself up on his elbows and looked at Harry with a grimace. "Off the floor?"
Harry laughed. "No," he said. "There's only a few, but they managed not to land with the rest of them."
"What were they on when they landed?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"The tray," Harry said, reaching down and grabbing it.
"Good," Draco said. "Is there any pumpkin juice left?"
"Juice is on the table," Harry said, pointing. He put the tray with the three sandwiches on the bed.
Draco propped himself up on one side and reached for a sandwich.
Harry smiled and watched him, a warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach. He felt like jumping up and dancing for the second time that week.
Draco swallowed and frowned up at Harry. "The juice?"
Harry shook his head at Draco and got up. "Yes, your Majesty," he said sarcastically, walking over to get him some juice. He brought it over to him, flopping back down on the bed.
"Thanks," Draco said, rolling his eyes at Harry and gulping down the juice. He kept his eyes on Harry, marvelling at the sight of the naked boy in front of him.
Harry lay down on his stomach, facing Draco, and propped his head up on his hands. "I'm glad you're eating," he said, watching Draco take another bite.
Draco shrugged and finished off the sandwich, following it with the rest of his glass of pumpkin juice. Then he rolled onto his back and yawned.
Harry crawled over to Draco and looked down at him. "Tired?" he asked, smiling.
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed, his eyes closing.
Harry's smile grew as the feeling of unmistakable love overtook him. He kissed the end of Draco's nose. "Why don't you lay where you're supposed to so we can go to sleep?"
Draco didn't answer. He rolled onto his side, fast asleep.
Harry laughed. He pulled Draco up a bit and moved him so that his head was at the top of the bed. He covered him up, climbed in next to him, and simply watched Draco sleep. Finally he fell asleep too, with a big smile on his face.
***
May 6
Draco breathed deep and became aware of Harry's body wrapped around his. It felt so good. He wanted to always wake up this way. Pain stabbed his heart when he remembered that always was less than a month for him. Harry had an arm wrapped around his waist, clutching him tight. He laid his hand atop Harry's and pressed it against him.
Harry was having a wonderful dream about Draco when he felt some sort of pressure. His eyelids fluttered open and he was greeted with the most wonderful sight: the real Draco lying next to him. He snuggled up closer and yawned, smiling. He couldn't seem to stop smiling.
Draco loved the moment when Harry awoke and he was able to look into those emerald eyes. His heart felt like it stopped for a minute and he had a flash of memory. A boy in a cloak shop with emerald eyes. That had been what had done it. Not the bloody scar. He had looked into those eyes and had been lost. And the sight of them had never ceased to affect him.
"Morning," Harry said, taking in a deep breath. He leaned in a bit more and kissed Draco before burying his face in the space between Draco's neck and the pillow.
Draco swallowed the lump in his throat and managed to croak out, "Morning." His whole body was suddenly very awake at the feel of Harry's breath on his neck. He brought his fingers up and began to card back Harry's messy hair.
Harry sighed at the feeling of Draco's fingers in his hair. "I don't want to get up," he moaned, voice muffled.
Draco smirked, and, drawing Harry's hair away from his ear, whispered against it, "I think I already am."
Harry smirked too. "Mmm, really?" he asked. He made his hand crawl along Draco's stomach to rest just above his groin.
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed, and thrust a bit forward to meet Harry's hand, his own hand reflexively tightening in the other boy's dark hair.
Harry chuckled. "What are you feeling up to?" he asked, letting his hand slide a little lower.
"Touch me," Draco whined. "No teasing this morning." He pulled Harry's head back with his hair and looked into his eyes letting, him see how needy he felt in that moment.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "You got it," he said quickly, closing his hand around Draco's cock.
"Yes," Draco hissed, his eyes closing and his hand tightening again.
Harry pulled at Draco and scooted forward to kiss him deeply. "I love your cock, you know," he whispered, knowing how much it would get Draco off.
Draco groaned, the words making said appendage harder and his body shudder. "Good," he said. "Should I fuck you with it?"
Harry pulled a few more times and shuddered at Draco's words. "I think maybe you should," he said huskily, kissing Draco again.
"Turn around, on your other side," Draco said, giving Harry's hair another tug and then untangling his fingers. "And what did you use for lube yesterday?"
Harry nodded and turned over. He lay there for a second and then realised that Draco had asked a question. "Oh, erm, lotion," he said. "I don't know where it is though, but hurry up and fuck me!"
"Oh, Gods," Draco moaned as Harry’s arse brushed against his cock. "Harry, you just ordered me..." And he was rubbing his cock against the crevasse of Harry's arse.
Harry knew that he didn't want to fuck without lube. "No!" he said quickly. "No, stop! I meant hurry and find the lube." He perked his head up a bit and looked behind himself at Draco.
Draco sighed in relief and then rolled to the floor, looking for the lotion. He found it under the bed. The sight of Harry waiting for him made him grin and reach for that beautiful arse. He rubbed his hand lovingly over the cheeks of Harry's rear and pushed him gently over until he was face down.
Harry's eyes closed at Draco's touch. It felt nice to not have to do anything. He sighed, waiting eagerly for Draco to get started.
"Lift your hips and spread your legs," Draco said, reaching for a pillow. When Harry'd lifted up, Draco slid it under him and knelt between his legs.
Harry licked his lips and looked behind him once more before lying back down, eyes closed again. "Mmm, Draco," he sighed. "Hurry up, please."
Smiling, Draco squeezed lotion into his hand and set the bottle aside, slicking his fingers. He slid his fingers into the crevasse in front of him, seeking Harry's entrance. He found it and pressed in gently but firmly.
"Mmmm," Harry let out, relaxing further. "You're amazing," he said, even though Draco hardly had a finger in yet.
"I am going to fuck you hard, Harry," Draco said, his voice low and serious. "I am going to shove my cock so far inside you." He pulled back, working a second finger in.
Harry perked up quite a bit at that. "Please do," he whined, pushing his arse up against Draco's fingers.
Draco slicked his cock with his other hand, pushed forward and removed his fingers. He could feel the head of his cock against Harry's opening and gasped at the sensation. "Want this?" he asked.
"Yesss," Harry hissed, pushing up more. "Please, yes!" If there was one thing that Harry loved about Draco, it was that voice he used during sex. He didn't want him to stop talking, ever.
Draco grabbed both Harry's hips in his hands and pushed. "Fuck, yes!" he growled, and kept pushing as far as he could, gasping when he was fully in.
Harry grasped the bedding and clutched at it hard. Pain shot up his spine, but oh fucking hell, there was pleasure too. Just the thought of Draco doing what he was doing made Harry want to come. "Ah! Draco!"
Draco held still, trembling at the feeling of tight heat and the sound of Harry calling his name. His voice was hoarse and deep when he growled, "Gods, you feel so fucking good, Harry!"
Harry's back arched at that. "Errgggh! Fuck me!" he yelled impatiently, frustrated.
Draco would have done it anyway, but the command set his hips in motion before he even realised why. He pulled back and began thrusting. "Yes, oh, yes," he moaned, and it felt so impossibly good he thought he might cry.
Harry bit his lip so hard he actually broke skin. God, it hurt, but fucking Merlin in a dress, it felt bloody fantastic! "Harder!" he demanded, trying to thrust his hips to get friction from the bed.
"Fuck, Harry, you..." Draco couldn't finish the sentence, his hips thrusting as fast and as hard as he could make them go. It almost hurt to be pounding against Harry like this but he couldn't think, let alone stop it.
Harry was screaming now, but he didn't want Draco to stop. He couldn't say anything anymore other than the word "yes" over and over and over again. "Yesyesyesyesyes!" He was sure his brain had exploded.
Sweat dripped from his brow and Draco could barely take a breath. His long fingers gripped Harry's hips so tight he knew he was bruising him but he couldn't let go. He pulled against Harry's hips, spreading his arse cheeks wider, and deepened his angle so that he was thrusting so far he could feel it to the root of his cock.
Harry didn't think it could get any better than it already was, but then Draco went deeper. Fucking hell! He brushed Harry's prostate and Harry was openly sobbing. He felt so full. So full of Draco he thought he was going to die.
Draco's body was drenched in sweat now and his muscles were shuddering with the effort to keep up the pace.
Harry was very, very close. He had no idea that anything was wrong. Just a little more, a little more, more, more, his brain was telling him. He whimpered, feeling the pressure building that told him he was going to come.
Draco was gasping and he was getting dizzy again. "C-come," he managed to gasp, not knowing whether or not Harry could hear him.
Harry didn't need to hear him. He came next moment so hard, his entire body felt numb for a second. There were black dots dancing in front of his eyes, and the expression on his face might've been comical had anyone been able to see it.
Harry's orgasm clenched around Draco's cock and he was coming too. Then he blacked out, collapsing forward onto Harry.
Harry was still for a moment, not having realised what had happened. He frowned and squirmed a bit under Draco. His frown deepened when Draco did absolutely nothing. Harry pushed himself up with an enormous effort, wincing at the pain in his backside. Draco rolled off him like a rag doll, completely limp. "Draco?" Harry asked frantically, smacking him lightly on the cheek a few times.
Draco lay there, still and breathing shallowly.
Harry gulped, heavy guilt flooding him. "Draco, wake up!" he said, looking at Draco. He was startled by a knock at the door.
He looked up from Draco's face at the sound of the knock. He was filled with utter dread when his command didn't work. He dove off the bed and grabbed his discarded robe, wrapping it around his hips hurriedly. He picked up his own shirt lying nearby and flung it over Draco's lower half. "Come in, hurry!" he yelled at the door.
Madam Pomfrey opened the door, and came in, followed by a floating tray with breakfast and potions on it. "G'morning, dears," she started. "Time to get up..." She stopped suddenly at the look on Harry's face and her attention turned quickly to the boy collapsed on the bed. "What happened?" she said, rushing to him.
"He passed out again. I told him to wake up, but it didn't work," Harry told her with wide eyes, shaking slightly. He very much didn't want to say, 'He passed out because I made him fuck me too hard.'
She pulled her wand and pointed it at Draco. "Ennervate!"
Draco moaned, opening his eyes a bit.
"Pass me that green vial, Harry," Pomfrey directed.
Harry rushed over and did as he was told, watching Draco intently.
Madam Pomfrey rolled Draco over, paying no attention to his state of undress. "Hold his head up, Harry," she said.
Harry got back on the bed and pulled Draco's head into his lap so he could hold him up better.
Draco moaned and tried to focus his eyes; the world was spinning again and he closed them quickly.
Madam Pomfrey held the vial to his lips and poured it in. Draco gagged but still managed to swallow most of it, some trickling down his chin. He grimaced and shuddered at the awful taste.
Harry winced at Draco's reaction, wiping the potion up with his bare hand. "Draco?" he asked, still scared.
"Harry," Draco croaked, his voice not really working well. At least the dizziness seemed to have stopped. He opened his eyes and looked up into Harry's green, smiling weakly when he saw them.
Madam Pomfrey shook her head, taking in the state of both boys and tsking. Draco was soaking wet and had started to shiver. She cast a quick Cleaning Charm on him and the soaked bed sheets, before pulling the covers up over him. "He is a sick boy," she said to Harry. "He needs to eat more before... exerting himself unnecessarily." She flicked her wand and the breakfast tray settled on the bedside table.
Harry flushed crimson and nodded. He couldn't ever remember being embarrassed so much in so little time.
Draco had the sense to look a bit cowed as well, and sighed, leaning back against Harry. "I'm okay," he said, but it came out has a feeble whisper.
Madam Pomfrey shook her head. "Behave, or we will have to send your friend back to the dorms," she warned them. She looked at Harry. "The headmaster will be coming to visit you this morning," she explained, "so you aren't to go to classes yet."
Harry nodded again, stroking Draco's hair now.
Madam Pomfrey nodded and left the room, opening the door and leaving it that way on her way out.
"I'm sorry, Draco," Harry said quietly. "I didn't know that - that that would happen, that that was happening."
Draco started to laugh but it came out as a bit of a cough. He smiled at Harry, and then whispered, "Kiss me."
Harry sighed and shook his head. He bent and kissed Draco upside down.
"Mmm," Draco hummed against his lips, one hand coming up to tangle in Harry's hair.
Harry started to kiss back eagerly, but then pulled away in shame. "No," he said. "No more. Eat, please."
Draco smiled and dropped his hand and head back. "Is there any tea?" he whispered.
Harry looked over to the side at the tray Pomfrey had brought in. There was indeed tea. He nodded. "Want me to make you some?" he asked.
Draco nodded. "With milk and sugar."
"Okay," Harry said, sliding himself gently from underneath Draco's head. He made Draco, and himself, some tea and brought both cups over.
"Need to sit up," Draco said, rolling to his side and struggling to push himself up again.
Harry frowned and set the cups back down before helping Draco sit up and propping him with pillows. He retrieved the tea again and handed Draco's to him. "I'm really, really sorry," he said, brows coming together.
Draco shook his head, taking the tea from Harry. "Can't think of a better way to go." He smiled, sipping the tea.
Harry just stared at his cup for a moment. "I'd never forgive myself," he said quietly. He felt like he had failed Draco in some small way.
Draco huffed and then reached his hand out for Harry's. "Please, don't be like that," he said. Then he smirked. "But if it matters, it might help to always say please."
Harry took Draco's hand and bit his lip, wincing at the slight pain there. "Yeah, okay," he said, finally bringing his tea up to sip it. He sighed. "Guess I'm gonna have to go to classes after Dumbledore talks to us," he said sadly.
Draco looked down at his tea and sighed as well, still holding Harry's hand.
"Up to eating?" Harry asked in a bit of a higher voice, trying to lighten the mood.
Draco shrugged and sipped his tea. "We should get dressed," he said. "I don't fancy a visit from Dumbledore like this."
"Eugh, me either," Harry agreed, gulping the rest of his tea down. "I need to take a shower. Magical cleaning just isn't the same."
Draco smirked. "Think we are safe to shower together?"
Harry gave a small smile. "Yeah, because I don't think I can take anymore for at least a few hours, and you might keel over if you get another hard-on. Think Pomfrey'll let us if I say you need help washing?"
Draco nodded, smiling and looking more cheerful. "I hope so, because I think I do. Is there porridge?"
Harry laughed. "Yeah," he said, getting to his feet again. The robe fell off his hips and he rushed over and shut the door. "Bloody woman's probably trying to get a peek," he said indignantly before coming back over to the bed bearing the whole tray.
Draco added a lot of milk and sugar to his cereal, so that it was the consistency of soup. He sat sipping it and his tea, feeling better already.
Harry picked up a muffin. "What d'you think Dumbledore'll want to tell us?" he asked, taking a bite.
Draco frowned, setting down his porridge and looking at his arm. He only just realised that he had been naked in front of Pomfrey. He hoped she hadn't noticed his "arm band." He looked over the side of the bed and retrieved his nightshirt, slipping it back over his head. "Probably coming to check on his favourite student," he said quietly.
Harry scowled. "I resent that," he said. "Why don't you want him to see your arm?"
Draco huffed and folded his hands in his lap. "You’re suggesting you are not his favourite?"
"I don't think of it that way," Harry said, taking another bite of muffin. "Dumbledore doesn't play favourites, we're just... there's just stuff between us, I guess."
"He lets you break every rule in this place." Draco sneered. "Even now, you being here with me. Do you think anyone else could get away with that?"
"Hey," Harry started angrily. "He let me stay here because you needed me, you prat. And he doesn't let me break rules. I just don't get caught."
Draco leaned back against the pillows, crossing his arms behind his head and watching Harry fume. If he'd had any energy left, the sight would've probably turned him on. He schooled his face carefully neutral.
Harry narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Draco for a moment. He sighed when Draco didn't say anything more. "I'll go ask Pomfrey about showering. Finish eating, or whatever." He got off the bed and stalked out of the room.
Draco shook his head and got out of bed, searching for the bottoms of the nightclothes. He found them and slipped them on. He smirked when he realised that Harry had gotten so angry he had marched out of the room naked. Draco picked up Harry's trousers and held them, waiting. He knew Harry would be back for them pretty quick.
Harry took about ten steps outside the room before he realised he wasn't wearing anything. He spun around quicker than lightning and ran back inside. His eyes landed on Draco holding his trousers up and he marched over and snatched them, slightly pink. He pulled them on and left again, thankful that only Draco had witnessed it.
Draco fell back on the bed, snickering. Flushed, angry and naked Harry was a delicious sight.