One's True Nature

15

Harry was lost in the heat of the moment as Draco continued to whisper his surname. He marveled at how careful Draco's fingers moved over him. They were both naked, both pleading with the other body, but Draco made clear that he was leading this affair. Harry's eye's fluttered closed as Draco kissed his ear, careful to grab Harry's stiffness in his hand and manipulate it only with the words he spoke.

"You want me, you want this don't you?" Draco grinned in satisfaction.

Harry was trying not to orgasm as the thin fingers slowly increased their pace on his dick. Harry moaned a response.

"God-wan-you oh shit. Love this, don't stop." And Draco's satisfied smile turned to something more deep and caring. Not that Harry could notice right this moment. He had never really yeilded control to someone like this before. It felt nice. He had lived most of his life in relative understanding that he must never yeild control of himself to anyone, especially those that could hurt him later. Harry knew this was different than all those other times he had had sex, or things in the related department of serious emotion. He was an open book, Draco treat him as he may. It was the first time he felt like not holding himself back. All things considered, he was frightened and determined.

Draco was a curious boy again. He loved watching Harry's reaction to each knew touch and kiss. He wanted to know everything, every spot. Anything that would make Harry want him more. He felt an odd sense of power over this man, a power that he would never use to hurt him, but to please him. He wanted to please Harry, he wanted to know that he had been the only one to please him in such manners. He was focused as he took Harry's cock into his mouth. The stiffled cry that Harry gave in response made him even more eager. He sucked gently and held Harry's hips hard to the bed to prevent him from moving against his own careful caressing strokes.

Soon Harry was signaling that he was close, very close by the thrashing. Draco stopped what he was doing. He smirked when Harry looked down at him, deep disappointment in his beautiful green eyes. Draco crawled back up to Harry's head and kissed him deepily.

"Your turn Harry." Draco said pleasently.

"Oh- I- I've never done." And Harry was blushing. "I mean-" Draco put a finger to his lips.

"This is your first time with a man?" Draco asked, smiling at the thought more than Harry. He loved how disgustingly innocent Harry could be, but this was just like heaven.

"Yeah." Harry confessed gently. He let his eyes drop from the blonde's gaze as if they were eleven again. Draco leaned in and kissed him slowly.

"Just go for it Potter." Draco's smirk was one of his classics, but Harry knew he didn't mean it in a bad way. "If I don't like something, I'll let you know." He laid back as Harry looked down at his throbbing erection, unsure of how to proceed, so he decided to copy Draco's movements the best he could.

Draco was too distracted by the fact that this was Harry Potter sucking him to tell if it was bad or not. If only Pansy were here. She had wanted to conquer Harry their fourth year, but she never could get him alone. Draco would be the only slytherin who had touched this griffyndor. He shuddered as Harry's tounge glossed over the head of his cock. He shuddered when the man did it again.

"Are you sure this is-" He moaned. "Your first time?" Draco was smiling as he arched his back. Harry was determined and a quick study. Draco could only moan his responses as Harry continued to lick and suck his flesh with desire to see the man melt. He couldn't stop himself from being rock hard at his own handy work. Harry wanted Draco so bad, he burned for it, needed it, felt he would die without it. He wondered how he could have lived without doing this all these years.

Draco was so close when he warned Harry that he had to almost slap the back of the man's head in warning. He watched amazed for the first time with just how muscular Harry looked as he crawled back up to him. He caught his breath, which was more labored than he had realized and Harry laid beside him. He was clearly eager for what might be next. He looked rather boyish despite his powerful jaw and semi-scruff beard. Draco had to kiss him to keep from oogling over his cuteness.

"What now?" Harry asked breathless when they pulled from the kiss.

"You are going to fuck me Harry." Draco said simply, cupping the man's cheek. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are when you blush?" Draco asked him, his grin warm and inviting. Harry shook his head in embaressment. "Well, you are. You are so beautiful Harry." Draco breathed and then kissed him again. Draco was amazed at just how soft Harry's lips were and how desperate his kisses back seemed. As if, Draco thought, he'd never really been kissed before.

"What do we-" Harry started. Only to have Draco silence him with a soft kiss.

"Lay on your back, I will take care of this part." Draco said gently.

Draco was caught by how Michaelangelo like Harry's body looked. He had only seen a few pieces of the man's art, but he figured this must have been his inspiration. Draco felt himself almost drool. He shook off his stupid thoughts and found his wand in his crumpled robes, it was funny, but he had dreamed of his robes being crumpled up in such a manner at Harry's bedside at hogwarts so many times, he had to remind himself this was real. He cast a lubrication spell on Harry's throbbing cock and then cast it again on his own enterance.

"Just relax." He said aloud, but it was more to remind himself than to tell Harry.

Harry could only nod, he was lost in the thin form above him. He was convinced Draco was some kind of an angel. He watched parts of the pale flesh that absorbed the gentle light from the evening fire that burned to keep the room warm. It was dark but for the fire and the reflections cast by Draco's soft and beautiful flesh. He nearly had a heart attack when Draco began to ease down onto his cock, which seemed close to exploding.

"OH MERLIN!" Harry moaned forcifuly. He felt Draco's butt rest against his thighs. Draco's breath was caught as he felt his insides condition themselves to Harry's member, which seemed harder than Draco remembered from earlier. Harry was breathless. He was in absolute indescribeable bliss as Draco started to move in slow movements, up and down, up and down. Harry could only breathe enough to stay alive.

"Does it feel good Potter?" Draco asked softly. Harry only nodded, his eyes were closed and Draco was more than a little upset that he wasn't being admired. "Open your eyes potter. Look at me when you're inside me." Draco said in a agonized breath. Harry opened his eyes. He was amazed at how much the sight seemed captivating. He'd never felt this way with Ginny. He'd never felt a connection like this for anyone. It was so terrifying and he wanted more.

"It feels so good, so good Draco. I'm so close." Harry managed to say finally. Draco's pelvic movements had become such that the smack on Harry's thights was loud and echoed throughout the room. Draco bent himself down and stopped an inch from Harry's face.

"You're close, yeah?" Draco grinned, nipping Harry's lips. "Come for me Harry, don't hold back. Give it all to me, I want it." He increased his rhythm and he was greeted with Harry's violent back arching and poweful moan. He felt Harry's hardness inside him spasm and warm fluid coated his insides. "That's it, did that feel good Harry?" Draco asked, still bent down at his face. Harry could only nod, breathless, spent. In ecstasy.

Draco and Harry laid spent on the bed, covered in sweat and absolutely happy. They had both wanted this, for years, perhaps even before they knew eachother their bodies had prepared them just for this time. Draco was laying and breathing hard and though he hadn't come, he didn't need to right now. He wanted and he had had Harry, in all the ways he'd imagined. He was smiling as his chest heaved. He tried not to laugh, concerned that he might hurt Harry's feelings. All things considered, Harry had been a great partner. He'd never tell Harry that he'd been the first to be inside his body. He turned to his side to face Harry, but found Harry was sitting on the side of the bed.

"Harry?" Draco whispered softly, crawling up to join Harry. He hugged the man from behind. He noticed Harry was crying. "Harry, What's wrong?" Draco was desperately hoping it wasn't second thoughts, he couldn't deal with rejection now, the feelings they just shared were too raw.

"I'm sorry Draco, I know I shouldn't be crying I-" Harry sniffled and Draco could tell this was particularly hard for Harry, because he was using all of his body to try and stop the tears from coming.

"Tell me Harry." Draco whispered in the man's ear, rubbing his shoulders in a relaxing way.

"I'm just scared, I'm sorry." Harry said, purely hating how broken he felt.

"Scared of what?" Draco asked quietly. He didn't understand what could make a man so strong become so weak in a matter of mere moments.

"You." Said Harry shaking his head. "Not you exactly, but what you mean to me." Harry let out a sob that seemed to rip out of his chest. "When I was a little boy, no one loved me, no one. The Dursleys, they hated me, for the first ten years of my life, I learned to survive without love or affection of any kind. I even learned to function without the simplest of acknowledgement that I deserved to be alive."

Draco was shocked that Harry was talking about this, he didn't understand, but he figured he might get some insight later and be able to better handle Harry's mood swings about their feelings for eachother. He listened hard and concentrated to make sure he got everything.

"I learned to live without any love. Then Hagrid came and brought me to this world. He was the first person who ever hugged me. A real hug, it was like- oh you wouldn't understand." Harry sobbed.

Draco decided to let the comment go. 'A real hug' that was intresting.

"This world, it loves me to the extreme. The muggles hated me to the extreme. I don't love either of them at all. I don't even know how to love the right way." Harry wiped his eyes in inner disgust with himself, but he kept talking, he didn't want to stop. "My friends, they don't understand even though they try to." Harry said in anguish. "I've never let anyone in before, not anyone. Except you, somehow you found a place in my cold dead heart." Draco stopped hugging Harry from behind and sat beside him. "You could hurt me so bad Draco, I never thought I could feel the way I feel about you."

"Harry." And Draco realized at some point that he too must have started crying. "I won't hurt you, I promise. I promised to protect you didn't I?" Draco tried to meet Harry's gaze.

"I'm just scared." Harry smiled in frustration.

"Harry, I love you." Draco said. "Come here." his voice was warm and inviting. Harry leaned into him and Draco eventually laid them both down on the bed. Harry laying on his right shoulder and chest, gently sniffling as Draco stroked his messy hair. He whispered softly in the man's ear. He did promise to protect Harry and he would keep that promise. Harry had just said that Draco made him vunerable in ways he never thought he could be. Draco smiled sadly as he remebered all the awful things he'd done to Harry, some in hate yes, but most because he hurt over his unsatisfied attraction to his enemy. He had a lot to make up for.

Draco hadn't realized when Harry had drifted off until soft tired snores escaped him. Draco laid awaked most of the night, holding Harry. He was afraid this was a dream and he might wake up any moment. He wanted to remember this dream more than anything in the world. He felt Harry move against him. He was a slytherin, but Harry made him feel as if he could be a Griffyndor, if only for a moment, he could be brave, perhaps even, a hero.

As it reached midnight, Draco kissed Harry's temple and resigned himself to sleep. Christmas was tomorrow and Draco couldn't think of a better Christmas than this. He kissed Harry again and smiled as the man's face furrowed in sudden thought of some kind.

"Merry Christmas Harry." Draco whispered softly, closing his eyes.

End Chapter 15
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A/N: So here we are at the mid point of the story. Harry discovers who his enemy is and it's an old friend from school. Ginny dates Seamus and Scorpious has it out on a massive scale with James. "A past that haunts" Is next. Please review.