Gilded Soul

Chapter 15 Silk and Secrets

When Harry woke up later that morning, his dorm room was empty. All the boys from his year had plans for the Holiday’s. Looking around, he realized he had slept much later then usual, because the trunks were also gone, so the train must have already been loaded.

A knock on the door startled his and he quickly padded over to open in, smiling down at Hermione’s worry stricken face greeting him on the other side. She threw her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. “The train is already here and waiting. Most everyone else has loaded up, but I couldn’t leave without saying good bye!” She blubbered through her tears.

He patted her warmly on the back and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be fine, Mione. Dumbledore will be here, and I’ll be extra careful.” She looked skeptical and he crossed his heart. “I promise.” He added.

“Right then. Okay.” She took a deep breath and turned toward the landing. “I’ll miss you, Harry.”

He smiled back at her. “I’ll miss you too, Mione.”

He watched her walk down the stairs and right before she exited out the portrait hole she turned one last time, “I love you, Harry.” Then she disappeared without another word.

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Harry made his way to the Great Hall to find it empty. There was only one table now in the middle of the hall, close to where the staff sat. Everything was so vacant here over the holidays, and Harry found it both nice, to practically have the castle to himself, and lonely all at the same time.

Harry felt a pang of loss at the realization that Draco would be gone for the next couple weeks. He hoped he had healed enough before leaving. Then he thought worriedly about the fact that Voldemort had apparently set up camp in his home, and his heart filled with dread.

There would obviously be no food to be had in the Great Hall until lunch, so Harry made his way down to the kitchens to see what he could drum up.

Halfway into making a sandwich for himself, he heard a noise and looked up to see the gray eyes of Draco watching him closely. Harry dropped the knife he had been using and smiled broadly. “Why aren’t you on the train?”

Draco leaned against the wall, still slightly weak looking. “Didn’t I tell you? My mother gave me permission to stay here for the holidays.”

Harry slowly closed the gap between then and reached for Draco’s hand. “How are you feeling?”

Draco shook his head. “Not my best, but I’ll live I suppose.”

“I was worried. Then I thought about you having to go stay in that house with Voldemort and I was extra worried.”

Draco shuddered at the name but only nodded. “I saw you head down here from the end of the corridor. I got up to see some of the Slytherin’s off so it wouldn’t be too suspicious and I wanted to see you before I went back to my dorm to sleep.”

Harry rubbed slow circles on the back of Draco’s hand. “I have a better idea.” He said as he tugged him back up the stairs and down through the fruit painting.

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After a few minutes Draco could tell where Harry was leading him. They paused outside the Room of Requirement and he leaned against the railing while Harry paced three times in front of the large expanse of wall. He had never remembered feeling so ill before in his life. Still drained and hurting from the poison, all Draco wanted to do was to crawl in a nice comfy bed and sleep.

The door blossomed in the previously blank wall, and Harry took his hand again and led him inside. The room was not as he expected. Draco had only seen it as the large space filled with shelves and stuffed with miscellaneous magical objects. This room was elegant looking and Draco was thrilled to see the large four-poster bed in the center of it.

Draco looked around and saw all the details Harry had put into the room. The ceiling was draped in hanging cream fabric with pale glittering golden lights hanging in between. The walls were a rich black and white marble and the floor was a black stone with gold and white inlays. On the left side of the room was a door, which led to a large bathroom and to the right of the room was a dressing screen, with two sets of clothes, one in burgundy and one in green.

Draco walked up to the bed, which was covered in creamy silk sheets and large over stuffed pillows, but Harry caught his hand lightly. “You should change first.” A light sparkle in his emerald eyes made him look edible.

Draco smiled and kissed Harry lightly on the forehead and walked over to the screen. The clothes draped over the side consisted of a pair of silk pajama bottoms and a long silk robe. He removed his uniform and draped it over the top of the screen and slipped into the trousers. They fit him nicely, and he decided to skip the robe, so he placed it back over the screen.

When he reemerged Harry’s eyes were upon him and full of heat, watching him as he made his way over to the bed. Harry got up and took his place behind the screen to change. Draco saw immediately why he had looked the way he had when Draco came back out from behind the screen. The soft light from the ceiling cast perfect-silhouetted shadows of Harry undressing. Draco’s cock twitched as he watched Harry change behind the screen, and when he reemerged, dressed only in burgundy silk bottoms, Draco knew he would have the same hungry look in his eyes that Harry had possessed.

Suddenly sleep was the last thing he wanted to do in this bed.

As Harry approached the bed, the lights dimmed slightly to only a distant golden twinkle overhead. Draco shuddered at the look of lust in Harry’s bright green eyes, but the boy just crawled into bed beside him. “I hope it won’t bother you if I sleep here too.”

Draco shook his head, at a loss for words. He wanted Harry so badly, but the thoughts in his head were conflicting. He felt weak and slightly dizzy, but he wasn’t sure anymore if that was from him recovering, or because Harry’s stomach was flat and lusciously exposed above the creamy silk sheets. He felt his heat beat faster, and he didn’t know if it was from the poison, only hours before removed from his system, or because he could see thin black hair trailing from Harry’s belly button down to his nether regions that were only hidden by thin burgundy silk.

When his eyes met Harry’s once again, there was mirth. It was obvious Harry enjoyed the way Draco looked at him, soaking up every last detail. Before he could stop himself, Draco was trailing soft fingers over a small triangular scar on the Gryffindor’s arm. “That’s where the Basilisk fang pierced me in second year.” Harry said lowly.

“So it’s true then? The rumors that you fought the creature in the Chamber of Secrets?” Draco asked, genuinely interested. He had always assumed that any of the outlandish stories told about Harry were mostly rumor, and for the most part false.

Harry nodded and moved Draco’s hand over a small burn mark on his side. “This is where I was hit by a Death Eater’s curse in the Ministry last year.” Draco tried to pull his hand away, but Harry held it firmly. “I don’t blame you for the actions of your father, Draco.” Harry said simply, with no emotion.

“But, I do.” Draco replied. He didn’t know if he should say any more, but Harry was sharing things with him, that he was sure no one outside of Ron and Hermione knew about. Hermione told me about your godfather.” There he said it.

Harry’s eyes clamped shut and his breathing slowed. Draco began running his fingertips over Harry’s smooth bare flesh and he eventually calmed. “Did she tell you how he died?”

Draco nodded, still working goose bumps into the other boys flesh with his movements.

“I don’t blame you for that either.”

Draco nodded. “Still, it must be difficult for you to trust me after everything my family has done to you.”

Harry smirked, and it struck Draco as a very Malfoy smirk. He wondered for a brief second if he was a bad influence on the boy, but the smirk quickly turned to one of Harry’s trademark grins and Draco relaxed. “I thought it would be more difficult.”

Draco smirked then, still trailing fingers over his skin, until Harry pulled him into a crushing kiss. Draco pressed himself into every inch of bare skin he could, and Harry seemed to be doing the same. He felt on fire as he laid beside Harry, flesh to flesh, lips to lips, hands groping in each other’s hair.

Draco’s hands drifted south until they cupped Harry’s smooth arse, covered only in thin silk. Harry moaned into his mouth and thrust his erection against Draco’s own silk-coated leg. The sound filled him with elation and made his heart beat harder and faster. He kneaded the flesh of Harry’s back and felt the other boy’s hands dip lower until they cupped his buttocks, pulling the cheeks apart lightly and digging his nails into the barely covered flesh.

He began to squirm under Harry’s touch, and quickly abandoned all sense of decorum as he writhed and roughly pulled Harry on top of him. “I thought you were tired.” Harry said with a low velvet laugh.

“Changed my mind.” Draco panted, not able to catch his breath from the fiery sensations coursing through his body.

Harry’s only reply was a deep, “mmm” as he straddled the blonde and lowered his mouth to Draco’s earlobe. His tongue worked expertly around Draco’s ear and neck, teasing him with feather light touches. As Harry pulled back to look into his eyes, Draco whimpered his protest, earning a sly smile from the Gryffindor above him.

Harry leaned back down, but this time slid a hot path from Draco’s collarbone down to his nipples, where he licked and sucked and bit lightly into his tender flesh. Draco cried out in ecstasy and thrust upward, grinding his hips and groin against Harry’s. He had never felt so light headed, and overwhelmed with pleasure.

Draco watched Harry’s dark messy hair as he edged further down his body, Harry’s fringe tickling lightly against his chest. He watched with bated breath as Harry got closer and closer to the soft hem of his trousers, and sucked in a sharp breath as his tongue flicked against the pale blonde patch of hair leading to things lying hidden and rigid beneath the silk under Harry’s chin.

Harry chose that moment to look up and meet Draco’s eyes. What once was a bright emerald green had gone almost black with lust, and the look Harry held within them made Draco shudder with anticipation.

With deft fingers Harry pulled at the hem of Draco’s trousers and slowly slid them down his milky legs, savoring every inch of newly exposed flesh. Draco inhaled and blushed pink as his cock was released from his pants and slapped sharply against his stomach. Harry was grinning like the Cheshire cat at the sight before him. He slowly lowered his face to the crease where Draco’s abdomen met his thighs and flicked his tongue quickly over the area, chuckling lowly as Draco squirmed and bucked beneath him.

Draco closed his eyes and didn’t open them again until he felt hot breath run the length of his cock. Looking down he swallowed hard at the sight of Harry running the flat part of his tongue from balls to tip, moaning against Draco’s engorged flesh.

Draco had never been so hard in his life. He could feel the throbbing heat that concentrated itself in that hard bit of flesh more acutely then he could feel his own heartbeat. He screamed out for Harry when his mouth enclosed over his hot sticky head, and moaned for him when his tongue slid further down his shaft, lapping and twisting and taking in the whole length of him.

He couldn’t control the shifting and bucking of his hips as he fucked Harry’s mouth. He tried not to be so rough, but his cock was suddenly in charge of any movements he made. He did however have the sense of mind to notice that Harry seemed to be enjoying it in spite of the roughness.

Harry moaned around his shaft, taking it deeper and hard with each thrust. His hands wandered around Draco’s sensitive flesh, cupping his hard shrunken balls and kneading his soft plump arse. Draco was close to orgasm and his body went rigid as the feeling built up in the pit of his stomach.

It only took one movement from Harry, one thin digit inserted into his puckered hole, before he was screaming Harry’s name and exploding his orgasm down his throat, his body jerking with the effects. He barely registered the feeling of Harry’s throat swallowing him down and slowly moving his mouth away. He was in a state of euphoria and knew that if he had a mirror, it would reflect a very stupid grin planted firmly on his usually composed face.

It wasn’t until he felt the bed shift that he looked up to find Harry’s eyes looming above him, peering at him through heavy lidded eyelashes. Draco felt his face flush as the thought of what they just did hit his conscious mind like a train. He immediately pulled Harry down to press him into a heated kiss. He could taste himself on Harry’s tongue, and it made him moan against his lips.

Harry lifted away, smirking slightly and tugged at his own trousers until they were resting in a small pile with Draco’s. The Slytherin couldn’t take his eyes off of the smooth expanse of purple skin bobbing in between them, and he pumped his hips upward when he felt Harry’s cock graze against his own.

He watched with growing arousal as Harry lifted his fingers to him mouth and sucked on them, making them wet and slippery. Draco’s mouth made a soft “O” as Harry slowly slipped one finger into his quivering opening. Harry’s other hand gripped Draco’s hip, keeping him firmly pinned to the bed, and making sure he couldn’t control the depth of his fingers inside him. Draco wanted so badly to ram himself onto Harry’s fingers, and made unintelligible whimpering noises when Harry denied him.

“Oh yes!” He moaned, as Harry joined a second finger to the slow movement inside his orifice, but Harry was in control, and soon removed both fingers, causing Draco to pout and whine.

Harry chuckled deep and velvety, “You’re cute when you pout.”

Draco didn’t have time to respond with a witty retort because Harry chose that moment to rub the head of his own cock against Draco’s opening, making him scream out and try again to thrust himself down onto this new intrusion. “Tell me if I hurt you.” Harry said in a breathy voice, to which Draco merely nodded.

Harry held Draco’s hips firmly as he worked himself slowly into Draco’s channel. The blonde writhed and moaned at the feeling of Harry’s rock hard cock buried deep within him. Harry’s motions got faster and rougher as he could fit his entire length into Draco comfortably, and after several thrusts, he let go of Draco’s hips and let him buck against his own controlled movements.

Both boys we’re slick with sweat and panting heavily. The sound of Harry’s balls slapping against his ass almost sent Draco over the edge, but he clawed at the silken sheets in order to release the pressure in another manner. Draco didn’t know how long they stayed that way, joined together in sweaty bliss.

Draco constricted the muscles in his anus tightly around Harry’s thick cock and that seemed to push the Gryffindor over the edge, because after two hard thrusts, Harry’s head fell back as his orgasm racked his body. The feel of Harry’s seed being buried deep inside him made Draco come again, both boys now shuddering and screaming each others name, before collapsing in a heap on the bed.

“That was brilliant.” Draco mumbled, when he could finally speak again.

Harry nodded and smiled, pulling the Slytherin into him and nuzzling his neck. They curled around each other, seeming to fit like a puzzle, and both drifted into an uninterrupted blissful sleep.

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