Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper (BP2)
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After the Show
Chapter Number/Total: 17/44
Chapter Title: After the Show
Words: 3083 Words
Draco smiled happily and closed his eyes, holding Harry tight. He took several deep breaths and Apparated them to their bed.
Harry was still breathing very heavily, his eyes closed and he clutched Draco tightly.
"Bloody Gryffindor," Draco smirked, watching his lover's face.
"Did I just fuck you in front of everyone?" Harry asked after his breathing had returned to semi-normal.
"Oh, yes," Draco hissed, flushing again at the memory.
"I am the dirtiest, most perverted person in the entire world. Holy fucking shit," Harry said weakly.
"That was ... the hottest, most amazing thing," Draco whispered. "And I love you."
Harry chuckled. "I love you, too," he said. "So much, that I'm willing to fuck you senseless in front of all my friends and probably scar them for life."
"And you are a crazed pervert." Draco smiled. "You were right though, they could have left the room."
Harry laughed now. "Did you see Seamus?!" he asked, laughing harder.
"Ginny was the one who seemed to be having the best time, though I would grant Neville and Luna were close behind, so to speak." Draco laughed too.
Harry laughed even harder. "Maybe all us Gryffindors are secretly perverts," he said. "Luna's just ... Luna."
Draco blushed again, closing his eyes. He lay there with Harry still on top of him and let the sensations and memories of what they had just done flood over him.
Harry sighed after he finished laughing. "I cannot believe I did that," he said, sounding sort of amazed.
Face still red, Draco whispered, "Neither can I.”
"But you did like it right? I mean, I didn't go too far, did I?" Harry asked, looking at Draco a bit seriously.
Draco felt his ears burn and his breathing was ragged again. "Did I like it?" he asked himself aloud. "Well, it certainly was hot and it still turns me on. But it also terrifies me."
Harry didn't really know what to make of that. "Understandable, I suppose," he said quietly. "Wow, I can't believe I did that," he said again, more to himself than to Draco. It was starting to really sink in what exactly he'd done. Scattered visions of his friend's faces shown in his mind's eye as the blurry memory of what had happened a few minutes ago began to come to him.
Draco shuddered. "Neither can I."
Harry winced as he ran through the last few moments of the sex and then took a sharp breath. "Oh, Merlin, please tell me I'm crazy and that I'm imagining that the blanket fell off of us."
"No, I don't think you imagined that." Draco sighed, his eyes still closed. "Or if you did, we both did."
"So my friends saw my - saw our - oh, Merlin, they really saw us fucking," Harry said, eyes wide.
"Yesss," Draco hissed, his body trembling.
Harry swallowed and his breath sped up as he looked at Draco. "I think someone else is a pervert, too," he whispered, rotating his hips a bit so that his, once again, hardening cock moved inside Draco.
"Fuck, yes," Draco whispered, gasping at the sensation and his own cock jumping in response.
"You want to fuck again, don't you?" Harry continued to whisper. "You want me to fucking fill you again, don't you?"
Draco groaned, shocked in spite of himself at how quickly he was getting hard again. He forced himself to open his eyes and look into those intense green ones.
"Always," he said, rapture clear on his face.
"Good, because I'm going to," Harry said, bringing his head down to lick at Draco's lips. Draco's legs were still around him because he hadn't released the command and Harry was able to begin quickly, working his now half-hard cock to fully hard.
Draco groaned, his legs trembling as they clenched around Harry. He was sore from the earlier fucking but somehow that made it more pleasurable. It reminded him with every thrust.
Harry had never felt so messy during sex. His shirt was clinging to him and he was still so sweaty; the fact that it was July and hot as hell wasn't helping things either. He could feel some of his own come from earlier spilling from Draco as he fucked him all over again and he moaned loudly into Draco's mouth, feeling lightheaded.
Draco's hand clawed at Harry's back while the construct hand gripped the mattress below them. He still felt helpless, vulnerable and completely exposed. He trembled and panted, knowing that he was completely Harry's.
Harry cried out and moaned and gasped Draco's name. He fucked him, there was nothing about this that was making love, he fucked Draco and he could hardly breathe.
"Yes, Harry," Draco gasped when he could. His mind spun out as he was again being filled by Harry -- physically, magically and emotionally.
Harry was able to thrust for much longer than he was usually able to, having already come twice in just a few hours, but time didn't register in his mind. He was gasping and panting and crying out and just fucking with all he had, fucking Draco and kissing him and sucking on his lips and tongue.
Draco lay under Harry, feeling completely lost in the sensations of being taken by him. No other words seemed to describe this possessive, prolonged experience. It was a state of bliss to lie there under Harry and submit to him.
"Draco I -" Harry gasped, still thrusting, "I - I think I'm going to come." And he was going to, because he could feel it building up.
"Yes," Draco smiled, "come." Draco was pretty sure he couldn’t come again yet, but he also knew it would still feel amazing when Harry did.
Harry gasped one last time and thrust hard and fast into Draco, squeezing his eyes shut and then clenching every muscle in his body. He came with a loud shout of Draco's name and then immediately collapsed, taking wild, quick breaths.
Waves of pleasure and power washed over him and, exhausted as he was, Draco could only lie there and float.
Harry lay gasping and twitching on top of Draco, feeling very worn out. He was surrounded by the person he loved most in the world and happy and loved and needed. He couldn't speak yet and so he just lay there, smiling gently.
After a while of floating, the pain in his legs started to draw Draco's attention. "Release me," he whispered.
"You can put your legs down," Harry whispered, weakly pulling out of Draco as he did.
Draco's legs slid down Harry's thighs, landing like dead weight on either side of him. Draco groaned as sore muscles twitched and Harry pulled out of him.
Harry sighed and dropped himself next to Draco, but still nearly on top of him. "Did I hurt you?" he asked quietly, reaching out with one hand to touch Draco's face.
Draco chuckled tiredly. "Yes and no." He felt thoroughly used, exhausted, sticky and sore. He could feel Harry's come leaking out of him, his own on his belly and their combined sweat on his body. And he felt good.
Harry let out an amused breath, it was all he could manage. "You're going to kill me," he said very quietly.
"Never," Draco said with a sigh, already feeling himself pulled into sleep.
Harry smiled and curled up even more closely to Draco before he drifted off himself.
***
Draco's first impulse was to go directly to the shower and challenge any redhead who got in his way as to who needed it more. But Harry's body was still pressed to him, the other boy clutching him possessively. Draco sighed, reaching his hand up to run through that tangled hair.
That made Harry wake up a bit. "Hmm?" he asked, even though he didn't know if Draco had asked anything or if it had simply been his imagination. He did dream of Draco often after all.
"I need a shower," Draco said quietly, "as do you."
Harry groaned. "Now?" he whined, even though he felt filthy, but it was in a good sort of way.
Draco snorted but continued to play with Harry's hair.
Harry groaned again. "How 'bout I just lick it all up?" he yawned jokingly.
Draco frowned. "While, normally an enticing idea, Potter, I think I will decline this morning," he said with his best Malfoy sneer.
Harry sighed and opened his eyes, but then shut them tightly against the glaring light in the room.
Draco sighed and pushed at Harry a bit. "Roll over. I need to feel what's left of that arm again."
Harry groaned and rolled off Draco. "Eugh, my shirt feels fucking disgusting," he said, eyes still closed.
"It is." Draco shook his head and then hissed as circulation returned to the upper arm and stump of his left arm.
Harry yawned and finally, slowly opened his eyes. He snorted. "Shit, you're a mess," he said to Draco, looking at the come on him and his very messy hair.
"Potter, are you always this rough with your toys?" Draco asked, struggling to sit up as the pins and needles effect was fading. He used his good arm to remove his shirt. He found his wand beside the bed where he had apparently dropped it after Apparating them. Then he used that to do a spell to remove the construct hand.
Harry laughed. "Sorry," he said sitting up and pulling off his shirt too before throwing it to the floor.
"They don't have house-elves here, Potter. If you throw your clothes on the floor, someone has to pick them up for you," Draco snapped.
Harry frowned. "Damn. You don't have to snap at me. I'll pick it up," he said, his voice only slightly angry.
"Sure you will," Draco said with another sneer. He winced as he climbed out of the bed and put the construct beside his trunk. He had hung his robe and towel up and was now struggling to put the robe on.
Harry narrowed his eyes slightly. "What the hell's your problem? You certainly were fine a bit ago," he said.
Draco got the robe on, but, with only one hand, he couldn't figure out how to tie it closed. He laid the towel over the stump arm, put his toiletries kit under the arm and held the robe closed with his hand. He left the room without answering Harry, heading up the stairs to see if the shower was free.
Harry glared at Draco's back before hopping out of bed and angrily pulling pyjama pants out of his trunk and hurriedly getting them on. He ran after Draco. "What, you're going to ignore me now?" he asked angrily. "I don't even know what the hell I did!"
Draco's face closed down, the cold mask dropping into place. Harry had caught up with him on the next landing. The bathroom door was open, and Draco fervently hoped that meant it was unoccupied. Without turning, he said, "That much is obvious." Then he walked into the bathroom.
Harry's eyes widened, but then narrowed again and he followed Draco into the bathroom. "Well, why don't you tell me then?" he said, glaring at the boy in front of him.
Draco cursed his missing hand again for preventing him from being able to close the door before setting things down. He dropped his toiletries beside the sink. "Get out, Potter," he said. "I need a shower."
"Oh, so now you can't take a shower with me in the room?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. "Surely you wouldn't have said that last night," he spat.
Draco's back was to Harry. At the other boy's words, his body went tense and he gritted his teeth. "No, I wouldn't have, would I?" he hissed.
Harry breathed heavily a few times and stared at Draco. "No, I'd say you would've begged me to shower with you."
Draco's hand was a fist and his body shuddered at the words, his face flushed. "Yes," he hissed, closing his eyes.
Harry glared at Draco. "Look at you," he said. "You want me right now."
The compulsion forced Draco to look at himself in the mirror, his eyes going wide and immediately filling with tears. "Don't," he begged.
Harry gasped and he stood and stared at Draco in silence for a few seconds before rushing over to him and pulling him in his arms. "I - oh, God - I - I didn't mean. I'm sorry," he said.
"Release it," Draco hissed, stiff in his arms.
"You don't have to look," Harry said, worried now because Draco was stiff. Harry was very confused about what he had done.
Draco crumpled, his body collapsing to the floor and curling in on himself, sobbing.
Harry's eyes widened and he was so shocked, he just stood there and stared at Draco for a moment before falling to his knees beside him. "Draco - what - I don't - what is it?" he asked, not knowing whether Draco wanted him to touch him or not.
Draco just lay there sobbing, unable to stop himself. The tile floor felt soothing to his flushed face and he was nearly hiccuping from the inability to breath, he cried so hard.
Harry stared at Draco and finally pulled him to himself, not caring if Draco wanted him to touch him or not. "I'm sorry," he said. It was the only thing he could think of to say, even though he still didn't know what he'd done, or what was wrong.
Draco resisted at first when Harry touched him. But it was a futile gesture. Soon he was curled around Harry, his face pressed to the other boy's stomach, his arms around his waist. The sobbing stopped, though he really was hiccuping now and the tears seem to keep trickling down his face and Harry's stomach.
"What is it?" Harry asked again, weakly, running his fingers through Draco's hair and trying to soothe him.
"I need you," Draco whispered, tears finally subsiding but still holding Harry.
Harry was confused by that. "Yes ... I know ..." he said quietly. Is that what was wrong with Draco? Harry's stomach dropped.
Draco tried to pull himself together. He took deep breaths, holding them in and then releasing them slowly. Finally, he forced himself to sit up again. He still couldn't look at Harry, and found himself looking at the tiled floor instead. "Can I take a shower now?" he asked quietly.
Harry felt his eyes burn. "Yeah," he said quietly, and then he got to his feet and left quickly to go back to their room.
Draco climbed to his feet, locked the door and took his shower. It felt amazing to be clean again and he felt like it restored a bit of his sense of self as well. He knew he would have to tell Harry something, but for the life of him, he didn't know what. Afterwards, he finished grooming and made his way back to the room, stopping to stare at the closed door for a minute. He took a deep breath then and went in.
Harry was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees and hands on the back of his neck. He was hunched over and staring at the floor. He didn't look up when the door opened.
Draco closed the door behind him and stood staring at Harry for a minute. He sighed and walked forward, dropping his things beside his trunk. He removed his robe so that he was completely naked. He then walked up in front of Harry and dropped to his knees at his feet, hand resting on his own thigh and head bowed.
Harry looked at Draco. "What are you doing?" he asked quietly.
"Doing what you told me to do, what I promised," Draco said quietly.
Harry was confused. "What?" he asked, brows pulled together.
"I promised not to run away, that I am yours," Draco said, lifting his face to look at Harry.
Harry met Draco's eyes and his filled with tears. "You don't want to be mine anymore?" he asked. He was so confused and his stomach hurt.
Draco had told himself he would not cry again today, but it didn't help. Harry's tears brought his own back, sliding down his face. Damn, but he could lose himself in those green depths. Sometimes that was what he thought he was doing, drowning in Harry. "Nothing is more important to me," Draco whispered, "than being yours."
Harry sobbed with relief and felt like he nearly fainted with it. "I thought - I thought you wanted to ...." He couldn't even say the words "leave me".
Draco reached his hand up to wipe tears from Harry's face, stroking his cheek with his fingers. "No, love," Draco said, "I have never wanted to leave you, even when I tried to."
Harry closed his eyes, his heart beating madly. His hands would have been shaking if they weren't still pressed firmly against his neck.
Draco leaned forward, placing small kisses on Harry's closed eyes, cupping his face with his hand. "I love you," he said, and then rested his forehead against Harry's.
Harry kept his eyes closed and continued taking deep breaths to calm himself. He still didn't know why Draco had acted the way he'd acted. "I didn't mean - I'm sorry I got mad at you," he said quietly.
Draco snorted. "I pushed you," he answered, leaning in to kiss Harry.
Harry kissed Draco for a few seconds, his hands finally coming around to grip Draco's hair, but he stopped. "Why?" he asked, still shaken.
Draco licked his lips, tasting the salt from Harry's and his own tears. "Why?"
"Why were you acting like that?" Harry asked, looking Draco in the eye.
Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He wrinkled his nose. "Um, maybe you could take a shower before we talk?" he asked.
Harry sighed and nodded. "Yeah, all right," he said quietly, kissing Draco one last time before getting to his feet. He moved slowly about the room, gathering his things for the shower. He couldn't help that he was filled with the irrational fear that when he got out of the shower, Draco wouldn't be there, even if he knew that Draco wouldn't leave. He couldn't remember if he had commanded him not to.
"Don't worry, Harry." Draco sighed. "I will be right here."
Chapter Title: After the Show
Words: 3083 Words
Draco smiled happily and closed his eyes, holding Harry tight. He took several deep breaths and Apparated them to their bed.
Harry was still breathing very heavily, his eyes closed and he clutched Draco tightly.
"Bloody Gryffindor," Draco smirked, watching his lover's face.
"Did I just fuck you in front of everyone?" Harry asked after his breathing had returned to semi-normal.
"Oh, yes," Draco hissed, flushing again at the memory.
"I am the dirtiest, most perverted person in the entire world. Holy fucking shit," Harry said weakly.
"That was ... the hottest, most amazing thing," Draco whispered. "And I love you."
Harry chuckled. "I love you, too," he said. "So much, that I'm willing to fuck you senseless in front of all my friends and probably scar them for life."
"And you are a crazed pervert." Draco smiled. "You were right though, they could have left the room."
Harry laughed now. "Did you see Seamus?!" he asked, laughing harder.
"Ginny was the one who seemed to be having the best time, though I would grant Neville and Luna were close behind, so to speak." Draco laughed too.
Harry laughed even harder. "Maybe all us Gryffindors are secretly perverts," he said. "Luna's just ... Luna."
Draco blushed again, closing his eyes. He lay there with Harry still on top of him and let the sensations and memories of what they had just done flood over him.
Harry sighed after he finished laughing. "I cannot believe I did that," he said, sounding sort of amazed.
Face still red, Draco whispered, "Neither can I.”
"But you did like it right? I mean, I didn't go too far, did I?" Harry asked, looking at Draco a bit seriously.
Draco felt his ears burn and his breathing was ragged again. "Did I like it?" he asked himself aloud. "Well, it certainly was hot and it still turns me on. But it also terrifies me."
Harry didn't really know what to make of that. "Understandable, I suppose," he said quietly. "Wow, I can't believe I did that," he said again, more to himself than to Draco. It was starting to really sink in what exactly he'd done. Scattered visions of his friend's faces shown in his mind's eye as the blurry memory of what had happened a few minutes ago began to come to him.
Draco shuddered. "Neither can I."
Harry winced as he ran through the last few moments of the sex and then took a sharp breath. "Oh, Merlin, please tell me I'm crazy and that I'm imagining that the blanket fell off of us."
"No, I don't think you imagined that." Draco sighed, his eyes still closed. "Or if you did, we both did."
"So my friends saw my - saw our - oh, Merlin, they really saw us fucking," Harry said, eyes wide.
"Yesss," Draco hissed, his body trembling.
Harry swallowed and his breath sped up as he looked at Draco. "I think someone else is a pervert, too," he whispered, rotating his hips a bit so that his, once again, hardening cock moved inside Draco.
"Fuck, yes," Draco whispered, gasping at the sensation and his own cock jumping in response.
"You want to fuck again, don't you?" Harry continued to whisper. "You want me to fucking fill you again, don't you?"
Draco groaned, shocked in spite of himself at how quickly he was getting hard again. He forced himself to open his eyes and look into those intense green ones.
"Always," he said, rapture clear on his face.
"Good, because I'm going to," Harry said, bringing his head down to lick at Draco's lips. Draco's legs were still around him because he hadn't released the command and Harry was able to begin quickly, working his now half-hard cock to fully hard.
Draco groaned, his legs trembling as they clenched around Harry. He was sore from the earlier fucking but somehow that made it more pleasurable. It reminded him with every thrust.
Harry had never felt so messy during sex. His shirt was clinging to him and he was still so sweaty; the fact that it was July and hot as hell wasn't helping things either. He could feel some of his own come from earlier spilling from Draco as he fucked him all over again and he moaned loudly into Draco's mouth, feeling lightheaded.
Draco's hand clawed at Harry's back while the construct hand gripped the mattress below them. He still felt helpless, vulnerable and completely exposed. He trembled and panted, knowing that he was completely Harry's.
Harry cried out and moaned and gasped Draco's name. He fucked him, there was nothing about this that was making love, he fucked Draco and he could hardly breathe.
"Yes, Harry," Draco gasped when he could. His mind spun out as he was again being filled by Harry -- physically, magically and emotionally.
Harry was able to thrust for much longer than he was usually able to, having already come twice in just a few hours, but time didn't register in his mind. He was gasping and panting and crying out and just fucking with all he had, fucking Draco and kissing him and sucking on his lips and tongue.
Draco lay under Harry, feeling completely lost in the sensations of being taken by him. No other words seemed to describe this possessive, prolonged experience. It was a state of bliss to lie there under Harry and submit to him.
"Draco I -" Harry gasped, still thrusting, "I - I think I'm going to come." And he was going to, because he could feel it building up.
"Yes," Draco smiled, "come." Draco was pretty sure he couldn’t come again yet, but he also knew it would still feel amazing when Harry did.
Harry gasped one last time and thrust hard and fast into Draco, squeezing his eyes shut and then clenching every muscle in his body. He came with a loud shout of Draco's name and then immediately collapsed, taking wild, quick breaths.
Waves of pleasure and power washed over him and, exhausted as he was, Draco could only lie there and float.
Harry lay gasping and twitching on top of Draco, feeling very worn out. He was surrounded by the person he loved most in the world and happy and loved and needed. He couldn't speak yet and so he just lay there, smiling gently.
After a while of floating, the pain in his legs started to draw Draco's attention. "Release me," he whispered.
"You can put your legs down," Harry whispered, weakly pulling out of Draco as he did.
Draco's legs slid down Harry's thighs, landing like dead weight on either side of him. Draco groaned as sore muscles twitched and Harry pulled out of him.
Harry sighed and dropped himself next to Draco, but still nearly on top of him. "Did I hurt you?" he asked quietly, reaching out with one hand to touch Draco's face.
Draco chuckled tiredly. "Yes and no." He felt thoroughly used, exhausted, sticky and sore. He could feel Harry's come leaking out of him, his own on his belly and their combined sweat on his body. And he felt good.
Harry let out an amused breath, it was all he could manage. "You're going to kill me," he said very quietly.
"Never," Draco said with a sigh, already feeling himself pulled into sleep.
Harry smiled and curled up even more closely to Draco before he drifted off himself.
***
Draco's first impulse was to go directly to the shower and challenge any redhead who got in his way as to who needed it more. But Harry's body was still pressed to him, the other boy clutching him possessively. Draco sighed, reaching his hand up to run through that tangled hair.
That made Harry wake up a bit. "Hmm?" he asked, even though he didn't know if Draco had asked anything or if it had simply been his imagination. He did dream of Draco often after all.
"I need a shower," Draco said quietly, "as do you."
Harry groaned. "Now?" he whined, even though he felt filthy, but it was in a good sort of way.
Draco snorted but continued to play with Harry's hair.
Harry groaned again. "How 'bout I just lick it all up?" he yawned jokingly.
Draco frowned. "While, normally an enticing idea, Potter, I think I will decline this morning," he said with his best Malfoy sneer.
Harry sighed and opened his eyes, but then shut them tightly against the glaring light in the room.
Draco sighed and pushed at Harry a bit. "Roll over. I need to feel what's left of that arm again."
Harry groaned and rolled off Draco. "Eugh, my shirt feels fucking disgusting," he said, eyes still closed.
"It is." Draco shook his head and then hissed as circulation returned to the upper arm and stump of his left arm.
Harry yawned and finally, slowly opened his eyes. He snorted. "Shit, you're a mess," he said to Draco, looking at the come on him and his very messy hair.
"Potter, are you always this rough with your toys?" Draco asked, struggling to sit up as the pins and needles effect was fading. He used his good arm to remove his shirt. He found his wand beside the bed where he had apparently dropped it after Apparating them. Then he used that to do a spell to remove the construct hand.
Harry laughed. "Sorry," he said sitting up and pulling off his shirt too before throwing it to the floor.
"They don't have house-elves here, Potter. If you throw your clothes on the floor, someone has to pick them up for you," Draco snapped.
Harry frowned. "Damn. You don't have to snap at me. I'll pick it up," he said, his voice only slightly angry.
"Sure you will," Draco said with another sneer. He winced as he climbed out of the bed and put the construct beside his trunk. He had hung his robe and towel up and was now struggling to put the robe on.
Harry narrowed his eyes slightly. "What the hell's your problem? You certainly were fine a bit ago," he said.
Draco got the robe on, but, with only one hand, he couldn't figure out how to tie it closed. He laid the towel over the stump arm, put his toiletries kit under the arm and held the robe closed with his hand. He left the room without answering Harry, heading up the stairs to see if the shower was free.
Harry glared at Draco's back before hopping out of bed and angrily pulling pyjama pants out of his trunk and hurriedly getting them on. He ran after Draco. "What, you're going to ignore me now?" he asked angrily. "I don't even know what the hell I did!"
Draco's face closed down, the cold mask dropping into place. Harry had caught up with him on the next landing. The bathroom door was open, and Draco fervently hoped that meant it was unoccupied. Without turning, he said, "That much is obvious." Then he walked into the bathroom.
Harry's eyes widened, but then narrowed again and he followed Draco into the bathroom. "Well, why don't you tell me then?" he said, glaring at the boy in front of him.
Draco cursed his missing hand again for preventing him from being able to close the door before setting things down. He dropped his toiletries beside the sink. "Get out, Potter," he said. "I need a shower."
"Oh, so now you can't take a shower with me in the room?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. "Surely you wouldn't have said that last night," he spat.
Draco's back was to Harry. At the other boy's words, his body went tense and he gritted his teeth. "No, I wouldn't have, would I?" he hissed.
Harry breathed heavily a few times and stared at Draco. "No, I'd say you would've begged me to shower with you."
Draco's hand was a fist and his body shuddered at the words, his face flushed. "Yes," he hissed, closing his eyes.
Harry glared at Draco. "Look at you," he said. "You want me right now."
The compulsion forced Draco to look at himself in the mirror, his eyes going wide and immediately filling with tears. "Don't," he begged.
Harry gasped and he stood and stared at Draco in silence for a few seconds before rushing over to him and pulling him in his arms. "I - oh, God - I - I didn't mean. I'm sorry," he said.
"Release it," Draco hissed, stiff in his arms.
"You don't have to look," Harry said, worried now because Draco was stiff. Harry was very confused about what he had done.
Draco crumpled, his body collapsing to the floor and curling in on himself, sobbing.
Harry's eyes widened and he was so shocked, he just stood there and stared at Draco for a moment before falling to his knees beside him. "Draco - what - I don't - what is it?" he asked, not knowing whether Draco wanted him to touch him or not.
Draco just lay there sobbing, unable to stop himself. The tile floor felt soothing to his flushed face and he was nearly hiccuping from the inability to breath, he cried so hard.
Harry stared at Draco and finally pulled him to himself, not caring if Draco wanted him to touch him or not. "I'm sorry," he said. It was the only thing he could think of to say, even though he still didn't know what he'd done, or what was wrong.
Draco resisted at first when Harry touched him. But it was a futile gesture. Soon he was curled around Harry, his face pressed to the other boy's stomach, his arms around his waist. The sobbing stopped, though he really was hiccuping now and the tears seem to keep trickling down his face and Harry's stomach.
"What is it?" Harry asked again, weakly, running his fingers through Draco's hair and trying to soothe him.
"I need you," Draco whispered, tears finally subsiding but still holding Harry.
Harry was confused by that. "Yes ... I know ..." he said quietly. Is that what was wrong with Draco? Harry's stomach dropped.
Draco tried to pull himself together. He took deep breaths, holding them in and then releasing them slowly. Finally, he forced himself to sit up again. He still couldn't look at Harry, and found himself looking at the tiled floor instead. "Can I take a shower now?" he asked quietly.
Harry felt his eyes burn. "Yeah," he said quietly, and then he got to his feet and left quickly to go back to their room.
Draco climbed to his feet, locked the door and took his shower. It felt amazing to be clean again and he felt like it restored a bit of his sense of self as well. He knew he would have to tell Harry something, but for the life of him, he didn't know what. Afterwards, he finished grooming and made his way back to the room, stopping to stare at the closed door for a minute. He took a deep breath then and went in.
Harry was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees and hands on the back of his neck. He was hunched over and staring at the floor. He didn't look up when the door opened.
Draco closed the door behind him and stood staring at Harry for a minute. He sighed and walked forward, dropping his things beside his trunk. He removed his robe so that he was completely naked. He then walked up in front of Harry and dropped to his knees at his feet, hand resting on his own thigh and head bowed.
Harry looked at Draco. "What are you doing?" he asked quietly.
"Doing what you told me to do, what I promised," Draco said quietly.
Harry was confused. "What?" he asked, brows pulled together.
"I promised not to run away, that I am yours," Draco said, lifting his face to look at Harry.
Harry met Draco's eyes and his filled with tears. "You don't want to be mine anymore?" he asked. He was so confused and his stomach hurt.
Draco had told himself he would not cry again today, but it didn't help. Harry's tears brought his own back, sliding down his face. Damn, but he could lose himself in those green depths. Sometimes that was what he thought he was doing, drowning in Harry. "Nothing is more important to me," Draco whispered, "than being yours."
Harry sobbed with relief and felt like he nearly fainted with it. "I thought - I thought you wanted to ...." He couldn't even say the words "leave me".
Draco reached his hand up to wipe tears from Harry's face, stroking his cheek with his fingers. "No, love," Draco said, "I have never wanted to leave you, even when I tried to."
Harry closed his eyes, his heart beating madly. His hands would have been shaking if they weren't still pressed firmly against his neck.
Draco leaned forward, placing small kisses on Harry's closed eyes, cupping his face with his hand. "I love you," he said, and then rested his forehead against Harry's.
Harry kept his eyes closed and continued taking deep breaths to calm himself. He still didn't know why Draco had acted the way he'd acted. "I didn't mean - I'm sorry I got mad at you," he said quietly.
Draco snorted. "I pushed you," he answered, leaning in to kiss Harry.
Harry kissed Draco for a few seconds, his hands finally coming around to grip Draco's hair, but he stopped. "Why?" he asked, still shaken.
Draco licked his lips, tasting the salt from Harry's and his own tears. "Why?"
"Why were you acting like that?" Harry asked, looking Draco in the eye.
Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He wrinkled his nose. "Um, maybe you could take a shower before we talk?" he asked.
Harry sighed and nodded. "Yeah, all right," he said quietly, kissing Draco one last time before getting to his feet. He moved slowly about the room, gathering his things for the shower. He couldn't help that he was filled with the irrational fear that when he got out of the shower, Draco wouldn't be there, even if he knew that Draco wouldn't leave. He couldn't remember if he had commanded him not to.
"Don't worry, Harry." Draco sighed. "I will be right here."