So Wrong, Yet So Right

Draco softly growled, hurriedly pushing Harry down on his bed and straddling his thighs, staring down at him with desire. He wanted him so much, thinking breakfast would never end. He leaned down and captured his mouth, moaning at the hint of syrup still lingering on his lips.

“Fuck Harry, I want you so bad,” he whispered, slipping his hands underneath his shirt and roaming his naked chest.

“Mm,” Harry moaned, wrapping his arms around the blond’s neck and pulling him harder against his lips. “Want you too.”

Draco pinched one of his nipples as he attacked his neck, sucking eagerly. His cock was already hard in need and he thrust his hips against him, earning another moan from Harry.

“S-spell,” Harry gasped, arching his back in response.

Draco fumbled around his side table, searching for his wand, as he continued kissing the boy’s neck. He just couldn’t seem to detach himself from him. He smiled against his neck when he found his wand and quickly cast the silencing spell. “Need you,” he then murmured, placing his wand back on the table.

“Yes,” Harry hissed, moving his hands along the blond’s back.

Draco quickly lifted Harry’s shirt over his head, attacking his neck once more. “Take me Harry,” he then whispered, moving his kisses down his naked chest. “Take me.”

Harry hurriedly rolled the blond over, lowering his hands to his pants and unbuttoning them. He licked his lips as he stared into his eyes, his cock throbbing in anticipation. “God you’re beautiful,” he suddenly breathed out, leaning down and kissing him firmly on the mouth.

Draco moaned against his lips, arching his back. Harry soon lifted Draco’s shirt over his head, pressing their naked chests together, feeling their warmth spread all over. “Draco,” he murmured, moving his mouth toward his ear and nibbling on it.

“Harry,” Draco moaned again, thrusting his hips up, feeling his stiff cock against his.

Harry lowered his hands once more to Draco’s pants, quickly sliding them down. He gripped the boy’s erection firmly in his grasp, hearing him gasp in pleasure. He then began sliding his hand up and down the stiff length, gliding his thumb along the tip every few strokes.

Draco closed his eyes and arched his back, feeling his orgasm rushing forward. “H-Harry,” he warned, gripping the sheets tighter. “Oh god, already c-can’t hold on.”

Harry smiled and lowered his mouth to the aching member, hovering just above. He then stopped stroking him and looked up, licking his lips.

Draco slowly opened his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows, confused why the boy stopped. He looked down and let out a whimper when he saw the boy’s mouth so close to his cock. “Please Harry,” he begged, biting his bottom lip.

Harry smirked up at him before slowly swiping his tongue along the tip of his hardness. Draco closed his eyes and loudly groaned, feeling Harry’s tongue begin to swirl around the head and down the side, lapping at his pre-come.

“Yes,” he urged, placing his hands in the brunet’s hair. “Harry, oh god, don’t stop.”

Harry suddenly took his whole cock inside his mouth, sucking hard. Draco screamed in pleasure, opening his eyes wide and staring up at the ceiling, trying hard not to push him down on his cock or thrust into his mouth.

Harry continued to suck him, fast and hard, hearing his unsteady breathing above, aware that he was on the verge of coming. He moved his mouth up to the crown and grabbed the lower half with his hand, stroking him firmly, feeling him begin to writhe uncontrollably.

“Harry,” Draco gasped, no longer able to hold his release and exploding into his mouth with one last suck from Harry.

Harry moaned, hungrily swallowing his release, enjoying the taste. After extracting the last of his orgasm out, Harry released his cock and licked his lips, quickly moving up and kissing Draco firmly on the lips.

Draco moaned against his mouth, tasting himself on his lips. “So good,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around his neck and holding him still, not wanting him to move away yet.

“Draco, I can’t wait,” Harry suddenly warned as he rubbed against him, feeling so hard that even if he tried to fuck him, he’d explode the second his cock brushed up against his entrance.

Draco lowered his hands down Harry’s naked back, gripping his arse and pressing him harder into him, hearing him gasp from the action. “Then don’t,” he smirked, soon moving his hands to the front of his pants and unbuttoning them. It wasn’t long before he slipped a hand inside, squeezing his arousal.

“Fuck,” Harry screamed, not lying about waiting, having come just then.

He collapsed on top of Draco, his mind dazed with what just happened. He tried to hold out, he really did, but the boy was just too much for him. “Sorry,” he murmured against his chest, mortified by his lack of restraint.

Draco lightly chuckled, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close. “It’s okay,” he whispered, kissing the top of his head.

Harry was about to speak once more when he suddenly heard voices entering the room. Though they were hidden behind Draco’s curtain and the silencing spell, he remained very still so as not to bring any attention to them.

“I still can’t believe Draco and Potter are…” Crabbe paused, shaking his head when he couldn’t get the rest out.

“I know. I don’t think anybody would’ve seen that one coming,” Nott replied.

Draco smiled at Harry, giving him a small kiss on the lips. If only they knew the whole truth about their relationship.

“Well, they are gay. Don’t they, I don’t know, flock together or something? It sort of would make sense that they’d end up together, right?” Crabbe questioned.

Blaise rolled his eyes, moving toward his bed next to Draco’s to grab his schoolbooks. “Just because they’re both gay doesn’t mean they’re automatically attracted to each other. Are you attracted to every girl in school?” he challenged.

Crabbe scrunched his face in disgust as he thought about some of the girls in school, sadly most of them Slytherin. “Gods no,” he replied.

“So then that wouldn’t be a fair assumption, would it?”

“But they are attracted to each other,” Nott pointed out.

“Yes, but not because of the simple fact that they’re gay. They’re attracted to each other because they’re attracted to each other,” Blaise stressed.

“Though us being gay helps with that,” Draco winked at Harry, causing the brunet to blush.

“Well if you ask me, I think the whole thing is sick,” Goyle gruffly said.

Draco narrowed his eyes at Goyle’s comment, knowing the boy never truly accepted his ways. Then again, most of the students didn’t. It was mainly his father’s threats that caused everyone to leave him alone, which honestly, he didn’t care. He’d take them being afraid of his father over being attacked any day.

“I mean if you want to be gay, then do it where nobody can see. It’s not right flaunting it around like that,” Goyle continued, gathering up his books to start on his homework.

Harry sighed, nuzzling closer to Draco, the boy’s words stinging a bit. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, knowing he shouldn’t have held Draco’s hand when they walked into the Great Hall together.

Draco shook his head, caressing Harry’s cheek. “I’m not,” he softly expressed.

“Would you listen to yourself,” Blaise suddenly growled. “You talk as if this is some sort of choice. Draco didn’t choose to be gay, Goyle. Just like you didn’t choose to be straight.”

Draco gave a small smile when he heard Blaise defend him, glad he still had at least one friend he could count on. And that was truly rare, especially when Slytherins usually only looked out for themselves.

Goyle huffed in response. “Whatever. They still shouldn’t flaunt it.”

“Then you shouldn’t flaunt your relationship with Maribel.”

“That’s completely different.”

“Why? Because she’s a girl?”

“Yes,” Goyle grunted. “What I have is normal.”

“Normal? Have you seen Maribel?” Blaise smirked, quickly ducking his head when Goyle threw one of his books at him.

“What’s with you Zabini? Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”

Blaise took a deep breath, gazing sadly at Goyle. “Because I’m Draco’s friend. And so were you once. Just because he came out does not change who he is, or who he was.”

“You’re wrong, Zabini,” he frowned, moving toward the doorway. “The Draco I knew would never have betrayed the Dark Lord.”

Blaise chewed on his bottom lip as he watched Goyle leave, Crabbe and Nott following closely behind him. The boy was right. Draco was seriously playing with fire if he was going to keep seeing Potter. The Dark Lord was coming for him in a month. What was he thinking?

“Damn it Draco, you better know what the hell you’re doing,” he whispered to the empty room, before leaving.

Draco closed his eyes when he heard their bedroom door close, feeling a bit lightheaded. Of course he hadn’t forgotten about the Dark Lord. Who could? But Severus promised he would protect him, so he hadn’t thought more on it. Why he thought living in that delusion would help, he had no idea. Of course Severus couldn’t help him; no one could.

“He’s gonna kill me,” he suddenly whispered.

Harry quickly leaned down, kissing him on the lips. “No,” he said with determination. “He will never lay a finger on you. I’ll kill him before that ever happens.”

Draco opened his eyes, staring sadly up at him. “I know he’s coming for me in a month.”

“How do you know that?” Harry shakily asked.

“I overheard Severus telling you,” he quietly answered, glancing down at the sheets, his hand fiddling with them. “There’s no way to stop him, Harry,” he paused, taking a deep breath. “And I know that now.”

“Draco…”

Draco slowly looked up at him, his eyes starting to water. “I’m gonna die, Harry. And… I’m okay with it.”

Harry clenched his teeth and shook his head, his eyes beginning to tear as well. “Well I’m not. You are not going to die Draco. Severus and I will not let that happen.”

Draco lifted his hand to Harry’s cheek and smiled as he gently caressed it. “You know what’s funny? Before we got together, I was ready to make that horrible choice and become a Death Eater, knowing there was no other way out. But now,” he nervously swallowed, “I’d rather choose death than ever have to fight against you.”

Harry pressed his lips to his once more, hugging him close. “We still have a month,” he whispered against his lips. “I can kill him in a month.”

Draco wrapped his arms around him and nodded, letting him believe what he needed to believe. Perhaps Harry really could defeat the Dark Lord before he met his demise, but he knew that was just wishful thinking on his part, a simple fantasy that would never come true. But at least they still had a month. Fuck, they only had a month. He really needed Severus; he needed both his lovers.

“I know you do,” Harry suddenly murmured against his chest, wanting to reassure him. “We all need each other. He’ll be back soon. I’m sure of it.”

Draco furrowed his eyebrows at Harry’s comment, baffled that the brunet knew he was thinking about Severus, knowing he hadn’t said anything. “Harry?” he then suddenly growled, feeling a bit violated when he realized he must have gone inside his mind.

“Yeah?”

“Did you just use Legilimency on me?” he angrily asked.

Harry quickly backed away from Draco’s chest, upset that he would even think such a thing. “Of course not. I don’t even know how to,” he defended.

“Then how did you know I was thinking about Severus just then?”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Because you said so.”

“I did not,” Draco snapped.

Harry gritted his teeth, angry at his accusation. “You did too. You were talking about how you only had a month left and that you needed him. That you needed us both.”

Draco opened his mouth to retort before quickly snapping it shut and looking away. Something wasn’t right. Even if Harry did know Legilimency, there was no way he could have done it nonverbally and without looking in his eyes.

“I didn’t go inside your mind, Draco,” Harry tried once more. “I heard you. You said it.”

Draco fearfully chewed on his bottom lip, not sure what was going on, but scared all the same. “No Harry,” he soon whispered, nervously looking back over at him, his face much paler than before. “I didn’t.”

“But,” Harry hesitated, wondering if he truly was going crazy. “But I’m telling you, I heard you say it.”

“And I’m telling you…I didn’t.”