Blood Ties.

Harry lingered outside of the doors into the Great Hall, feeling as if he were still caught in the tangle of Voldemort's sick embrace and this was a dream his fevered mind was showing him to combat madness. He reached up and touched the smooth wood, ancient and sturdy, imbued with the voices and touch of a million other Hogwarts students. He drew a deep breath and schooled his expression to one of bored indifference, determined to move on with his life. One night spent being fucked by the vile beast that had once been Tom Riddle was not going to define his future, and neither would the nights he would have to spend in that hell until he could finally destroy him. He would never give Voldemort that power over him.

He pushed open the doors and sauntered in, flicking his hand back through his hair as he made his way toward the head of pale blond hair at the center of the table. Draco had wanted him to stay in their room and rest, but Harry knew if he let himself retreat like that, he might never gather the courage to return. Draco had endured far worse and remained intact. He couldn't allow himself to do anything less.

"Good morning, Draco."

He purred against the back of one delicate white ear as he slid into the space that opened up on the blond's right, his arm sliding comfortably around the slender waist. He smiled at the shiver that he felt go through Draco, knowing the expression was likely smug enough to impress even the other Slytherins, and it wasn't even affected.

"I thought you'd stay in bed today, Harry. After all, you were very worn out."

Only he would have noticed the concern behind the suggestive tone to Draco's voice, and judging by the smirk on Blaise's lips and the blush in Zacharias' cheeks, they weren't paying attention to undertone.

"I was hungry. I expended quite a lot of energy, as I'm sure you recall."

Harry felt a flinch jerk through Draco, one which never reached the surface, and he spread his hand out over his back to stroke along his spine in a move he hoped looked merely possessive. He was relieved to feel some of the tension drain from the blond, and ate with his free hand.

"Yes, I do. It's just too bad we couldn't get pictures to immortalize your heroic efforts."

Harry almost choked and then forced himself to swallow before laughing, smirking. Really, how had he ever believed he might be able to out-wit Draco?

"Harry?"

That familiar, hesitant voice at his back rose a clanging in his mind and he made a sour expression cover his face, really not sure he could deal with this. Not this morning, at least.

"Ah, the Weasley bint. Come to try and unbend our dear Harry? Honestly, if you think you can manage it with that earnest expression, virginal blush and unsightly attire, you are deluding yourself."

Harry almost sighed with relief when he heard the practiced sneer rising from Draco's lips, ever so grateful to him for handling Ginny, though he felt supremely guilty for his skill. He tilted his head, refusing to even turn and look at Ginny, another thing for which his essential Gryffindor nature chided him.

"I wasn't speaking to you, Malfoy."

A grin tried to spark to life on his lips, and he killed it by shoving a sausage between them, amused by the fire he heard in Ginny's voice. Granted, she would be devastated when this was all over and he revealed that, while his pratness was a lie, his sexual orientation and attraction to Draco was not. Still, it was fun to listen to the two of them argue.

"Harry needs to focus on regaining his energy after a full day's...exercise. In the meantime, you can speak to me, or not at all."

Harry might have blushed at the heavy innuendo in that retort, except he was suddenly rather focused on the feel of a foot climbing his leg. The toes stroked his calf beneath his robe and slid higher slowly, quite making him forget about Draco and Ginny. Well, it couldn't be Draco's foot, even snakes weren't that flexible.

His eyes lifted from his food as he sipped his juice, and he met the blazing, black gaze of the chocolate-skinned wizard directly across from him. Blaise's lips were curled into a teasing, inviting smile as his foot slid along the inside of Harry's thigh, and made his heart stutter. His mind flared with indignation, but his stupid body was not aware of the commitment he held to Draco. Apparently, any foot would do.

"Draco, if you think for one minute everyone isn't fully aware that you've cast some sort of spell on Harry, you're even dumber than you look!"

Ginny's shrill voice somehow made it past the roar of blood in his ears and he winced. She really sounded far too much like her mum when she got that angry.

"Come, Weaslette. Even you can think of a better excuse than that tired, worn-out, old thing. Wait. No, I suppose the old and worn-out is the Weasley stock in trade, isn't it?"

Harry barely heard the cool reply from Draco, as he struggled to fight off the urge to yelp and leap back when Blaise's foot came to rest directly over his crotch. He was aware that he was staring at the other boy, rather intensely, if Zacharias' frightened glances between Blaise and Draco were any indication, but he couldn't stop. He was trying to will himself not to respond to the expert rub of Blaise's arch over his rapidly hardening cock. Unfortunately, his body simply did not know it wasn't supposed to be enjoying the delicious stroke and roll over his sensitive flesh. And the heat from Blaise's foot was seeping through his pants, which was not helping.

"Harry?"

Dimly he heard Draco, but most of his mind was being wiped out by the caress of toes along his erection, an anticipatory tingling having spread outward from that point of delicious heat to spread through his body. He knew he should, at least, reach down and shove Blaise's foot off his lap, but just at the moment his limbs felt very heavy and he wasn't sure why he was supposed to stop this. It was getting better, and he felt his climax rising on the slow, undulating movements in his lap, higher and higher it flowed up through him.

"Furnunculus!"

Blaise jerked back suddenly, his face breaking out in great, pulsing boils, his eyes going wide before he toppled back off his seat and to the floor. The removal of his foot did much to clear Harry's mind, but his body was still humming in that annoying, yet not unpleasant, manner.

"Blaise, I told you that Harry was mine and you were not to mess about with him. That included trying to rub him off under the table with your foot!"

Harry straightened and glanced over to Draco, quite sure he should feel embarrassed over the fact that the entire Slytherin table had heard that angry hiss. However, he was still feeling far too good to be embarrassed. Oh...Had Draco's arse always looked that tempting?

"You better be glad you got away with nothing but a few painful boils this time, Blaise. Because next time..."

Harry was sure there was more to what Draco was going to say, but the words were cut off when he was grabbed and hauled rather unceremoniously away from the table. His squawk of surprise was amusing, and Harry grinned as he tossed Draco over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, unaware of the startled stares they were attracting. His mind was still far too focused on that tingly feeling, and he had some idea that Draco knew how to make it go away, especially if it meant he had to cum first. He would worry about this undignified display after he had climaxed, thank you.

Draco really did have a nice arse, and it was right there were Harry could pat it as he carted him from the Great Hall and off toward their dorm room. He had some idea that Draco was protesting, but that was drowned out by his pulsing, fizzing, charged feeling, so it didn't matter just now. Later was the time for thinking, right now was the time for bed.