Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper (BP2)
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Follow My Lead
Chapter Number/Total: 15/44
Chapter Title: Follow My Lead
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Draco sat in the middle of chaos, oblivious to the people who came and went in the house. He was getting used to it. He leaned back in the chair, one leg crossed with his ankle resting on his knee and the book across his lap. He had a parchment and quill at his side and stopped to make notes every now and then.
Hermione's wild hair was pulled back to keep it out of her face as she looked through books as well, jotting things down like Draco. Harry and Ron had left early that morning like they had been doing almost every day that past week. "Did you already look though this one?" Hermione asked Draco, holding up a book with a black cover and no title.
Draco glanced up, the end of the quill resting on his lips. "Oh, yes, that one." He sighed. "Waste of time."
Hermione huffed, dropping the book to the floor, but she didn't give up or whine. She simply picked another one and opened it up, her eyes scanning quickly.
"I have been considering something," Draco said quietly.
Hermione looked up. "Oh?" she said. "What is it?"
"Blood magic," Draco said. "So much about the wizarding world is about blood. About the inherent properties of blood and magic."
Hermione nodded. "What are you considering about the Fidelius Charm that has to do with blood magic?" she asked.
"That might be the weakness," Draco said. "When Sirius changed the inheritance away from a Black, he shifted the power structure from its usual base. Our magic is strongest when it follows blood lines."
Hermione thought for a moment. "So you're saying that since Harry's the owner, and not a Black, he might be able to break the charm?"
"Maybe, but no," Draco said. "I am saying that a combination of the owner and the bloodline of the Blacks, might be able to do so."
Hermione's face showed immediate comprehension. "You," she said, looking at Draco. "But, how would you do it?"
"Yes, I am a Black by blood, and I am bound to Harry, the owner, by a different kind of blood magic," Draco said.
Hermione nodded. "Yes, but how would that change the Charm?" she asked.
"By the path of least resistance." He smiled, remembering Kreacher. "The house already wants to answer to me. Kreacher showed us that. It would respond to me in much the same way the blood bound elf did."
"So you're saying all you have to do is go there?" Hermione asked, looking a bit sceptical.
"No," he pursed his lips for a minute. "I think it will take something a little more ... severe, to break the charm."
Hermione waited. "Well, do you have any ideas yet?" she said, sounding impatient and a bit annoyed that Draco seemed to know something she didn't.
"This is where your kind always misunderstands magic," Draco said, no heat in his voice. "Blood matters. It isn't just prejudice. Magic usually follows the path of the blood. By changing the ownership of the house, Black weakened the protections."
Hermione was staring at Draco sceptically again. "I still don't understand how that would help to break a Charm that Dumbledore put on the house," she said. "Nor do I understand how exactly you'd go about doing that if you could, blood or no blood."
"Did you know an infant can be brought into a house with a Fidelius Charm on it?" Draco asked.
Hermione raised an eyebrow, looking interested. "No, I didn't," she said. "Why would that matter?"
"A child couldn't be told the Charm in the same way an adult could, so how does he get brought in?" Draco continued, sounding a little too much like a professor leading a student to the conclusion.
Hermione looked at Draco much the way she looked at Ron when he was doing something annoying. "I suppose he would just simply be brought in," she said. "They wouldn't be able to hold the knowledge, or tell anyone about it."
Draco pulled a book from the pile and opened it to a place he had marked, and read the passage. "Unconscious and in the arms of his blood kin."
"Are you saying that Harry would have to carry you in unconscious? With your binding promise and all?" Hermione sounded confused and was frustrated by it.
"It might work," he said. "For getting me in, at least."
Hermione nodded, clearly pleased that she had said the right thing. "Well, you're the most important to get in. No one new has joined up anyway."
"But we need new people too," Draco said, not realizing he had said "we." He cocked his head. "Once in, it would be a matter of finding a way to get the house to accept a new secret keeper."
"True," said Hermione, "but you are most important. No one else knows," she said pointedly.
He looked at her for a minute, considering his next words. "I have a favour to ask."
"Sure," she said. "What is it?"
"If, before this is all over, something should happen to me," he said, pausing, "remind him that he promised me to kill the bastard. That it is more important than what happens to me."
Hermione looked at Draco seriously. "All right," she said quietly.
"Thanks," he said and then smiled. "So, Weasley seems much more relaxed these days."
Hermione's eyes snapped back down to the book she was still holding. "Does he?" she asked casually.
Draco chuckled. "Yes, he does." Draco said. "Granger, it's okay to be happy sometimes, you know."
Hermione looked at Draco. "I'm happy all the time," she said with a wry grin.
"Good," he said and opened another book.
***
Harry was sitting with Draco at one of the many round tables that had been set up out in the Weasley's large back yard for Bill and Fleur's wedding reception. It really had been a beautiful ceremony. Fleur had gone all out and Harry knew how hard she had planned, he'd heard about everything to do with the wedding non-stop for the past week. Harry had never seen two people so happy as Bill and Fleur were. It made him smile.
He watched happily as Ron danced with Hermione, both of them looking quite oblivious to everyone around them and not even aware that they looked that way, and he had to smile hugely as Mr Weasley, slightly tipsy, swung Mrs Weasley around, laughing like mad and singing along with the song.
Draco had, in spite of himself and the crowd of people, enjoyed himself. The wedding was sappy and romantic. The food was simple, but good and plentiful. But the best part, to him, at least, was Harry – Harry smiling and looking absolutely stunning in his fine new dress robes. Draco couldn't take his eyes off him, and his hands, even the non-existent one, itched to rip Harry's robes off.
Finally, after a couple of dances, Draco could stand it no longer. Ron and Hermione were dancing, so why not them? He stood and stepped in front of his partner, bowing and holding out his hand. "Dance with me?"
Harry looked up at Draco and smiled before taking his hand. "I'm not very good," he said. "Remember the Yule Ball? Haven't improved since then." Despite what he said, Harry's stomach seemed to flood with warmth when Draco asked him to dance.
Draco smiled wickedly, raising an eyebrow. "Don't worry, I am good at this and I'll lead." He drew his partner up and laid his hand on his waist, escorting him to the dancing area.
Harry could feel eyes watching him, but he paid them no attention. He was still smiling as Draco led him. "What now?" he asked, unsure of what to do since Draco was taller than him and not a girl.
"You place one hand on my shoulder and the other in my hand," Draco said quietly, smiling down at him. He had his construct hand on Harry's waist and held out his right hand for Harry to place his own in. "Then you just feel my body, move to the music, and follow me."
Harry, still smiling, nodded, and did as Draco asked.
Draco kept his eyes on Harry's and began to move slowly to the music. He used his body and his hands to direct Harry's movements. "See?" Draco smiled. "Doesn't that feel good? We always move well together."
Harry had to laugh gently at the innuendo. "Indeed we do," he said, finding it so much easier and more enjoyable to dance with Draco then it had been to dance with Parvati. "I guess I'm not too bad," he said.
Draco bent his arm, pulling Harry in a bit closer so that his right leg slid between the other boy's as they danced. He grinned into those surprised green eyes. "Oh, no, you are very, very good, Potter."
Harry gasped slightly and smirked. "Do not make me hard out on this dance floor, please," he said, adding the please on purpose.
Draco leaned in so that his face was only inches from Harry's. Continuing to sway their bodies to the music, he put a bit more hip into it so that their bodies brushed against each other as they moved. "Dancing is like riding a broom, Potter," he whispered. "You move and you let your body lead the way."
Harry let his eyes fall closed and danced with Draco that way, letting his body move with Draco's the way it felt like it should and he found that Draco was right. It was like riding a broomstick almost. He badly wanted to simply drop the formal position and wrap his arms around Draco's neck to bring them that much closer.
Draco swayed to the music, letting himself relax into the feel of Harry in his arms. It felt truly amazing to be doing this, dancing with Harry in front of everyone there. He glanced up occasionally, seeing the stares of others. To his surprise, most people seemed to find it at least amusing and some were clearly pleased by them.
"Do we have to dance like this?" Harry asked, finally opening his eyes and looking around at everyone. His eyes landed on Ron and Hermione who had dropped the formal position themselves and were now pressed closely together.
Draco smiled, looking down into Harry's eyes. He took Harry's hand and placed it on his other shoulder and then slid his own hand down the arm until he reached Harry's body. Hands now resting on Harry's hips, he pulled him closer, sliding his thigh between Harry's legs. "You want this?" he asked.
Harry sucked in a breath. “Yeah," he whispered, bringing his arms up to rest one around Draco's neck and using his other to tangle his hand into the hair at Draco's neck and the back of his head.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Careful Potter," he teased. "You might just make this ... hard." He emphasised the word by allowing his own erection to press against Harry's thigh.
Harry let out the quietest moan. "I think I already have," he whispered, wanting so badly to kiss Draco.
Draco chuckled and leaned in, barely brushing his lips across Harry's.
Harry breathed heavily against Draco's mouth and he mimicked him, brushing his lips against Draco's very softly. His hands tightened in Draco's hair as their bodies moved.
Draco forgot to even pay attention to the other people after a while, his eyes only for Harry. He breathed in Harry's breath on his face and his scent, feeling intoxicated by his lover.
Harry couldn't stand it any longer. "I think we need to go somewhere," he said, discreetly pressing his own erection against Draco. "And I also think we need to stay pressed together or everyone at this thing is going to get an eyeful." His heart was pounding and he was flushed and his breath was quick and hot mingling with Draco's.
Draco smirked, leaning closer so that his mouth was beside Harry's ear. "I wish I could fuck you right here in front of everyone, Harry," Draco whispered.
Harry moaned again. "Oh, hell," he whispered, his hand gripping the material of Draco's robes. They were probably so obvious, but then again, a lot of people were getting sort of drunk.
"You are so fucking hot," Draco continued to whisper. "You love this. You love that you and I are hot and full right here in front of everyone." His hands at Harry's waist pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together from chest to crotch.
Harry let out a shaky breath. "Fuck," he whispered. "Fuck, oh, fuck yes."
Face pressed against the side of Harry's, his breath still whispering in his ear, Draco continued. "I bet you could come right here just from dancing with me," he said. "I know I could."
Harry was panting and he swallowed heavily. "Make me, please," he said, pulling his face back to look in Draco's eyes.
Draco smiled, his hands sliding down to Harry's arse as he slid his face back and pressed his lips to Harry's, his tongue licking at his.
Harry licked at Draco's lips too, their tongues sliding together on the outside of their mouths. They probably looked obscene, but who the fuck cared? "You know what I want?" Harry whispered before licking at Draco's tongue again.
Draco groaned, his hips grinding against Harry's and his fingers clenching his arse. "Tell me," he panted.
"As soon as we're alone, I want you to fuck me so hard I cry. I want your cock in me so far I want to taste it when you come," Harry continued to whisper. "I want you to fuck me like you own me."
Draco shuddered. "Oh, fuck, yes." He closed his eyes and concentrated. He Apparated them to "their" room.
Harry was shocked when Draco did what he did, but he couldn't be happier when he realised it. The way he gazed at Draco was almost animalistic.
Draco pushed Harry back onto the bed, landing on top of him, kissing him deeply even as he continued to grind his body against Harry's.
Harry cried out loudly, giving as much as he got, thrusting up into Draco like a madman. "Oh, fuck I want you so bad!" he growled. He licked frantically at Draco's mouth.
Draco growled. The dress clothes looked fantastic but they were bloody difficult to get out of quickly. He pulled back and began to try to unfasten Harry's trousers, ignoring the shirt at this point.
Harry tried to help, wriggling and squirming and trying to kick out of his shoes. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he cried, his face and chest and entire body feeling so hot.
Draco practically ripped Harry's trousers open and yanked them and his shorts down. Then he repeated the process with his own, actually tearing them to get them off quickly.
Harry hissed, pulling his own hair and then ripping off his glasses and throwing them across the room. "Oh fuuuuuuck," he moaned, intense tingles already shooting through his body, and Draco wasn't even touching him yet.
Draco grabbed Harry's hips and pulled him to the edge before he flipped him over face down. Holding his hand out, he Summoned the lube and quickly slicked his fingers and then his cock. "I am going to fuck you, Harry. Fuck you deep and hard until you scream so loud everyone out there hears that you are mine."
"Do it, pleeeease," Harry moaned, his arse clenching in anticipation already.
Draco was sliding inside of him before the word please was finished. He held Harry's hips and pushed all the way forward, pressing him into the bed and as deep as he could reach. "Spread your legs more, Harry," he gasped. "I want to go deep inside of you."
Harry grabbed the covers so tightly, his fingers hurt. He spread his legs as far as he could, crying out so loudly the people outside probably could hear him.
"Fuck, yes," Draco gasped, pulling back and slamming forward again. He took Harry at his word and began to pound into him, harder and deeper than he thought possible. He was soaked in sweat, his upper body still in the formal clothes as was Harry's. He loved the look of Harry's shirttails just above where his cock was sliding in and out of his arse.
Harry was crying out with every thrust. "Yes!" he screamed. "Oh, fuck, yes! Pound into me, please!" Harry was surprised he could even remember to say the word please. He was gone and his throat hurt already. He thrust back against Draco as best he could, but Draco was fucking him so hard, he couldn't really do it, but, oh holy fuck, it didn't matter.
Sweat was dripping from his face as Draco pumped himself furiously in and out of his lover." Mine, say you're mine," he gasped.
“Fuck, I'm fucking yours!" Harry screamed, "Yours!" He felt tears in his eyes now and another powerful wave of pleasure shot through him.
Harry's magic flared like a wave of heat, searing him. Draco screamed incoherently, thrusting erratically now as he came.
"Oh, yes, fucking fill me!" Harry screamed, his own words and the combination of the mental image of Draco coming sending him into his own orgasm seconds after the boy seated in him. He tore the thin top layer of the blanket as he came.
Time seemed suspended as Draco buried himself inside of Harry. He felt the waves of pleasure and power holding him there, his back arched and his head thrown back. He shuddered and wept and nearly blacked out. Finally, the power ebbed and he slowly collapsed on top of Harry's back, still deep inside of him.
Harry stared blankly ahead at nothing, his mouth open and his breathing out of control. He could not believe sex that good even existed.
Draco's breathing was ragged and he lay in a state of bliss. After a bit, he started to chuckle, holding on to Harry so that he did not fall off him.
Harry smiled stupidly, but didn't have the energy to laugh. "Fuck," he said, or tried to say; it sounding more like "Fugggh."
"Exactly," Draco gasped, still laughing a bit. "I can see the ... headlines now." He gasped again. "The Boy Who Lived to Have the Dirtiest, Loudest Mouth Ever."
Harry was still smiling and his smile merely grew at Draco's words. "I don't think I can move," he rasped.
"Good," Draco said, not wanting to move either. He laid his head on Harry's back, resting.
Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on trying to remember what his name was. It was a few minutes before he spoke again. "I love your cock," he said happily. "It's absolutely wonderful." It was as if he were talking about cake or something.
Draco chuckled again. "It loves you too."
Harry laughed and then sighed. "We cannot do anything without fucking. I told you," he said.
"Well, dancing is definitely on the must fuck you now list." Draco smiled weakly. "Maybe I should be glad you didn't like dancing with anyone else."
Harry laughed again. "I think only you have that affect on me anyway. I literally can't help myself sometimes!"
"Good," Draco said quietly, “because, I don't want you to ever stop."
"Oh, believe me, I don't think I could if I wanted to," Harry said with another laugh.
Draco closed his eyes and carefully pulled out of Harry, gasping at the loss as he did. Then he half slid, half fell to the side of the other boy.
"Whew," Harry said, not moving at all, but turning his head to look at Draco. "We just had a fantastic fuck and the night's still young!" He grinned.
"I don't feel so young right now." Draco smirked. "And you realize, don't you, that every person out there heard us?"
Harry made a face, but sort of half-shrugged too. "I think a lot of people out there are probably getting drunk and knew what we were doing anyway," he said and then sighed. "We've probably scared half the children though."
Draco looked at Harry with wonder in his eyes. "You really aren't embarrassed to be with me, are you?"
Harry laughed at something so absurd. "Why on earth would I be that way?" he said, scooting a bit to press their noses together. "Reckless Gryffindor, remember?"
"Yeah." Draco smiled, his grey eyes soft with happiness.
Chapter Title: Follow My Lead
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Draco sat in the middle of chaos, oblivious to the people who came and went in the house. He was getting used to it. He leaned back in the chair, one leg crossed with his ankle resting on his knee and the book across his lap. He had a parchment and quill at his side and stopped to make notes every now and then.
Hermione's wild hair was pulled back to keep it out of her face as she looked through books as well, jotting things down like Draco. Harry and Ron had left early that morning like they had been doing almost every day that past week. "Did you already look though this one?" Hermione asked Draco, holding up a book with a black cover and no title.
Draco glanced up, the end of the quill resting on his lips. "Oh, yes, that one." He sighed. "Waste of time."
Hermione huffed, dropping the book to the floor, but she didn't give up or whine. She simply picked another one and opened it up, her eyes scanning quickly.
"I have been considering something," Draco said quietly.
Hermione looked up. "Oh?" she said. "What is it?"
"Blood magic," Draco said. "So much about the wizarding world is about blood. About the inherent properties of blood and magic."
Hermione nodded. "What are you considering about the Fidelius Charm that has to do with blood magic?" she asked.
"That might be the weakness," Draco said. "When Sirius changed the inheritance away from a Black, he shifted the power structure from its usual base. Our magic is strongest when it follows blood lines."
Hermione thought for a moment. "So you're saying that since Harry's the owner, and not a Black, he might be able to break the charm?"
"Maybe, but no," Draco said. "I am saying that a combination of the owner and the bloodline of the Blacks, might be able to do so."
Hermione's face showed immediate comprehension. "You," she said, looking at Draco. "But, how would you do it?"
"Yes, I am a Black by blood, and I am bound to Harry, the owner, by a different kind of blood magic," Draco said.
Hermione nodded. "Yes, but how would that change the Charm?" she asked.
"By the path of least resistance." He smiled, remembering Kreacher. "The house already wants to answer to me. Kreacher showed us that. It would respond to me in much the same way the blood bound elf did."
"So you're saying all you have to do is go there?" Hermione asked, looking a bit sceptical.
"No," he pursed his lips for a minute. "I think it will take something a little more ... severe, to break the charm."
Hermione waited. "Well, do you have any ideas yet?" she said, sounding impatient and a bit annoyed that Draco seemed to know something she didn't.
"This is where your kind always misunderstands magic," Draco said, no heat in his voice. "Blood matters. It isn't just prejudice. Magic usually follows the path of the blood. By changing the ownership of the house, Black weakened the protections."
Hermione was staring at Draco sceptically again. "I still don't understand how that would help to break a Charm that Dumbledore put on the house," she said. "Nor do I understand how exactly you'd go about doing that if you could, blood or no blood."
"Did you know an infant can be brought into a house with a Fidelius Charm on it?" Draco asked.
Hermione raised an eyebrow, looking interested. "No, I didn't," she said. "Why would that matter?"
"A child couldn't be told the Charm in the same way an adult could, so how does he get brought in?" Draco continued, sounding a little too much like a professor leading a student to the conclusion.
Hermione looked at Draco much the way she looked at Ron when he was doing something annoying. "I suppose he would just simply be brought in," she said. "They wouldn't be able to hold the knowledge, or tell anyone about it."
Draco pulled a book from the pile and opened it to a place he had marked, and read the passage. "Unconscious and in the arms of his blood kin."
"Are you saying that Harry would have to carry you in unconscious? With your binding promise and all?" Hermione sounded confused and was frustrated by it.
"It might work," he said. "For getting me in, at least."
Hermione nodded, clearly pleased that she had said the right thing. "Well, you're the most important to get in. No one new has joined up anyway."
"But we need new people too," Draco said, not realizing he had said "we." He cocked his head. "Once in, it would be a matter of finding a way to get the house to accept a new secret keeper."
"True," said Hermione, "but you are most important. No one else knows," she said pointedly.
He looked at her for a minute, considering his next words. "I have a favour to ask."
"Sure," she said. "What is it?"
"If, before this is all over, something should happen to me," he said, pausing, "remind him that he promised me to kill the bastard. That it is more important than what happens to me."
Hermione looked at Draco seriously. "All right," she said quietly.
"Thanks," he said and then smiled. "So, Weasley seems much more relaxed these days."
Hermione's eyes snapped back down to the book she was still holding. "Does he?" she asked casually.
Draco chuckled. "Yes, he does." Draco said. "Granger, it's okay to be happy sometimes, you know."
Hermione looked at Draco. "I'm happy all the time," she said with a wry grin.
"Good," he said and opened another book.
***
Harry was sitting with Draco at one of the many round tables that had been set up out in the Weasley's large back yard for Bill and Fleur's wedding reception. It really had been a beautiful ceremony. Fleur had gone all out and Harry knew how hard she had planned, he'd heard about everything to do with the wedding non-stop for the past week. Harry had never seen two people so happy as Bill and Fleur were. It made him smile.
He watched happily as Ron danced with Hermione, both of them looking quite oblivious to everyone around them and not even aware that they looked that way, and he had to smile hugely as Mr Weasley, slightly tipsy, swung Mrs Weasley around, laughing like mad and singing along with the song.
Draco had, in spite of himself and the crowd of people, enjoyed himself. The wedding was sappy and romantic. The food was simple, but good and plentiful. But the best part, to him, at least, was Harry – Harry smiling and looking absolutely stunning in his fine new dress robes. Draco couldn't take his eyes off him, and his hands, even the non-existent one, itched to rip Harry's robes off.
Finally, after a couple of dances, Draco could stand it no longer. Ron and Hermione were dancing, so why not them? He stood and stepped in front of his partner, bowing and holding out his hand. "Dance with me?"
Harry looked up at Draco and smiled before taking his hand. "I'm not very good," he said. "Remember the Yule Ball? Haven't improved since then." Despite what he said, Harry's stomach seemed to flood with warmth when Draco asked him to dance.
Draco smiled wickedly, raising an eyebrow. "Don't worry, I am good at this and I'll lead." He drew his partner up and laid his hand on his waist, escorting him to the dancing area.
Harry could feel eyes watching him, but he paid them no attention. He was still smiling as Draco led him. "What now?" he asked, unsure of what to do since Draco was taller than him and not a girl.
"You place one hand on my shoulder and the other in my hand," Draco said quietly, smiling down at him. He had his construct hand on Harry's waist and held out his right hand for Harry to place his own in. "Then you just feel my body, move to the music, and follow me."
Harry, still smiling, nodded, and did as Draco asked.
Draco kept his eyes on Harry's and began to move slowly to the music. He used his body and his hands to direct Harry's movements. "See?" Draco smiled. "Doesn't that feel good? We always move well together."
Harry had to laugh gently at the innuendo. "Indeed we do," he said, finding it so much easier and more enjoyable to dance with Draco then it had been to dance with Parvati. "I guess I'm not too bad," he said.
Draco bent his arm, pulling Harry in a bit closer so that his right leg slid between the other boy's as they danced. He grinned into those surprised green eyes. "Oh, no, you are very, very good, Potter."
Harry gasped slightly and smirked. "Do not make me hard out on this dance floor, please," he said, adding the please on purpose.
Draco leaned in so that his face was only inches from Harry's. Continuing to sway their bodies to the music, he put a bit more hip into it so that their bodies brushed against each other as they moved. "Dancing is like riding a broom, Potter," he whispered. "You move and you let your body lead the way."
Harry let his eyes fall closed and danced with Draco that way, letting his body move with Draco's the way it felt like it should and he found that Draco was right. It was like riding a broomstick almost. He badly wanted to simply drop the formal position and wrap his arms around Draco's neck to bring them that much closer.
Draco swayed to the music, letting himself relax into the feel of Harry in his arms. It felt truly amazing to be doing this, dancing with Harry in front of everyone there. He glanced up occasionally, seeing the stares of others. To his surprise, most people seemed to find it at least amusing and some were clearly pleased by them.
"Do we have to dance like this?" Harry asked, finally opening his eyes and looking around at everyone. His eyes landed on Ron and Hermione who had dropped the formal position themselves and were now pressed closely together.
Draco smiled, looking down into Harry's eyes. He took Harry's hand and placed it on his other shoulder and then slid his own hand down the arm until he reached Harry's body. Hands now resting on Harry's hips, he pulled him closer, sliding his thigh between Harry's legs. "You want this?" he asked.
Harry sucked in a breath. “Yeah," he whispered, bringing his arms up to rest one around Draco's neck and using his other to tangle his hand into the hair at Draco's neck and the back of his head.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Careful Potter," he teased. "You might just make this ... hard." He emphasised the word by allowing his own erection to press against Harry's thigh.
Harry let out the quietest moan. "I think I already have," he whispered, wanting so badly to kiss Draco.
Draco chuckled and leaned in, barely brushing his lips across Harry's.
Harry breathed heavily against Draco's mouth and he mimicked him, brushing his lips against Draco's very softly. His hands tightened in Draco's hair as their bodies moved.
Draco forgot to even pay attention to the other people after a while, his eyes only for Harry. He breathed in Harry's breath on his face and his scent, feeling intoxicated by his lover.
Harry couldn't stand it any longer. "I think we need to go somewhere," he said, discreetly pressing his own erection against Draco. "And I also think we need to stay pressed together or everyone at this thing is going to get an eyeful." His heart was pounding and he was flushed and his breath was quick and hot mingling with Draco's.
Draco smirked, leaning closer so that his mouth was beside Harry's ear. "I wish I could fuck you right here in front of everyone, Harry," Draco whispered.
Harry moaned again. "Oh, hell," he whispered, his hand gripping the material of Draco's robes. They were probably so obvious, but then again, a lot of people were getting sort of drunk.
"You are so fucking hot," Draco continued to whisper. "You love this. You love that you and I are hot and full right here in front of everyone." His hands at Harry's waist pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together from chest to crotch.
Harry let out a shaky breath. "Fuck," he whispered. "Fuck, oh, fuck yes."
Face pressed against the side of Harry's, his breath still whispering in his ear, Draco continued. "I bet you could come right here just from dancing with me," he said. "I know I could."
Harry was panting and he swallowed heavily. "Make me, please," he said, pulling his face back to look in Draco's eyes.
Draco smiled, his hands sliding down to Harry's arse as he slid his face back and pressed his lips to Harry's, his tongue licking at his.
Harry licked at Draco's lips too, their tongues sliding together on the outside of their mouths. They probably looked obscene, but who the fuck cared? "You know what I want?" Harry whispered before licking at Draco's tongue again.
Draco groaned, his hips grinding against Harry's and his fingers clenching his arse. "Tell me," he panted.
"As soon as we're alone, I want you to fuck me so hard I cry. I want your cock in me so far I want to taste it when you come," Harry continued to whisper. "I want you to fuck me like you own me."
Draco shuddered. "Oh, fuck, yes." He closed his eyes and concentrated. He Apparated them to "their" room.
Harry was shocked when Draco did what he did, but he couldn't be happier when he realised it. The way he gazed at Draco was almost animalistic.
Draco pushed Harry back onto the bed, landing on top of him, kissing him deeply even as he continued to grind his body against Harry's.
Harry cried out loudly, giving as much as he got, thrusting up into Draco like a madman. "Oh, fuck I want you so bad!" he growled. He licked frantically at Draco's mouth.
Draco growled. The dress clothes looked fantastic but they were bloody difficult to get out of quickly. He pulled back and began to try to unfasten Harry's trousers, ignoring the shirt at this point.
Harry tried to help, wriggling and squirming and trying to kick out of his shoes. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he cried, his face and chest and entire body feeling so hot.
Draco practically ripped Harry's trousers open and yanked them and his shorts down. Then he repeated the process with his own, actually tearing them to get them off quickly.
Harry hissed, pulling his own hair and then ripping off his glasses and throwing them across the room. "Oh fuuuuuuck," he moaned, intense tingles already shooting through his body, and Draco wasn't even touching him yet.
Draco grabbed Harry's hips and pulled him to the edge before he flipped him over face down. Holding his hand out, he Summoned the lube and quickly slicked his fingers and then his cock. "I am going to fuck you, Harry. Fuck you deep and hard until you scream so loud everyone out there hears that you are mine."
"Do it, pleeeease," Harry moaned, his arse clenching in anticipation already.
Draco was sliding inside of him before the word please was finished. He held Harry's hips and pushed all the way forward, pressing him into the bed and as deep as he could reach. "Spread your legs more, Harry," he gasped. "I want to go deep inside of you."
Harry grabbed the covers so tightly, his fingers hurt. He spread his legs as far as he could, crying out so loudly the people outside probably could hear him.
"Fuck, yes," Draco gasped, pulling back and slamming forward again. He took Harry at his word and began to pound into him, harder and deeper than he thought possible. He was soaked in sweat, his upper body still in the formal clothes as was Harry's. He loved the look of Harry's shirttails just above where his cock was sliding in and out of his arse.
Harry was crying out with every thrust. "Yes!" he screamed. "Oh, fuck, yes! Pound into me, please!" Harry was surprised he could even remember to say the word please. He was gone and his throat hurt already. He thrust back against Draco as best he could, but Draco was fucking him so hard, he couldn't really do it, but, oh holy fuck, it didn't matter.
Sweat was dripping from his face as Draco pumped himself furiously in and out of his lover." Mine, say you're mine," he gasped.
“Fuck, I'm fucking yours!" Harry screamed, "Yours!" He felt tears in his eyes now and another powerful wave of pleasure shot through him.
Harry's magic flared like a wave of heat, searing him. Draco screamed incoherently, thrusting erratically now as he came.
"Oh, yes, fucking fill me!" Harry screamed, his own words and the combination of the mental image of Draco coming sending him into his own orgasm seconds after the boy seated in him. He tore the thin top layer of the blanket as he came.
Time seemed suspended as Draco buried himself inside of Harry. He felt the waves of pleasure and power holding him there, his back arched and his head thrown back. He shuddered and wept and nearly blacked out. Finally, the power ebbed and he slowly collapsed on top of Harry's back, still deep inside of him.
Harry stared blankly ahead at nothing, his mouth open and his breathing out of control. He could not believe sex that good even existed.
Draco's breathing was ragged and he lay in a state of bliss. After a bit, he started to chuckle, holding on to Harry so that he did not fall off him.
Harry smiled stupidly, but didn't have the energy to laugh. "Fuck," he said, or tried to say; it sounding more like "Fugggh."
"Exactly," Draco gasped, still laughing a bit. "I can see the ... headlines now." He gasped again. "The Boy Who Lived to Have the Dirtiest, Loudest Mouth Ever."
Harry was still smiling and his smile merely grew at Draco's words. "I don't think I can move," he rasped.
"Good," Draco said, not wanting to move either. He laid his head on Harry's back, resting.
Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on trying to remember what his name was. It was a few minutes before he spoke again. "I love your cock," he said happily. "It's absolutely wonderful." It was as if he were talking about cake or something.
Draco chuckled again. "It loves you too."
Harry laughed and then sighed. "We cannot do anything without fucking. I told you," he said.
"Well, dancing is definitely on the must fuck you now list." Draco smiled weakly. "Maybe I should be glad you didn't like dancing with anyone else."
Harry laughed again. "I think only you have that affect on me anyway. I literally can't help myself sometimes!"
"Good," Draco said quietly, “because, I don't want you to ever stop."
"Oh, believe me, I don't think I could if I wanted to," Harry said with another laugh.
Draco closed his eyes and carefully pulled out of Harry, gasping at the loss as he did. Then he half slid, half fell to the side of the other boy.
"Whew," Harry said, not moving at all, but turning his head to look at Draco. "We just had a fantastic fuck and the night's still young!" He grinned.
"I don't feel so young right now." Draco smirked. "And you realize, don't you, that every person out there heard us?"
Harry made a face, but sort of half-shrugged too. "I think a lot of people out there are probably getting drunk and knew what we were doing anyway," he said and then sighed. "We've probably scared half the children though."
Draco looked at Harry with wonder in his eyes. "You really aren't embarrassed to be with me, are you?"
Harry laughed at something so absurd. "Why on earth would I be that way?" he said, scooting a bit to press their noses together. "Reckless Gryffindor, remember?"
"Yeah." Draco smiled, his grey eyes soft with happiness.