How to Save a Life

Harry knelt at the water’s edge, looking out over the vast dark lake. Overcome by thirst, he dipped his hands in and scooped up the cool liquid, lapping at it desperately. Before the ripples had time to melt away, the glass like surface of the water was no more, replaced by a churning swell that caused an ice chill to take hold of Harry’s heart.

He knew what was coming next, but that knowledge did nothing to lessen his terror. Slimy white hands emerged from the depths, followed by emaciated bodies. Harry didn’t need to look in their faces, to see their sunken eyes, to know that these weren’t just faceless dead bodies. Hands reached out grasping at his wrists and ankles, otherworldly voices called his name, beckoning him to join them in their watery grave.

Harry scrabbled desperately to get away from them, kicking and punching, all the while begging and pleading with them to let him go. But there was no escape; he felt his strength wane and he began to succumb to the grim embrace of the deathly arms that encircled him. As they dragged him under the surface he opened his eyes and saw the faces of those he had lost reflected in the empty, sunken gaze of the Inferi. He opened his mouth to scream his horror, but before the sound could escape his mouth was filled with water and his world went black.

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Draco woke with a start. He lay there for a moment, trying to figure out exactly what had woken him, and then he heard it. A whimpering noise coming from the bed where he knew Harry Potter was sleeping off the effects of too much alcohol. He plumped his pillow and turned over, huffing in disgust that his beauty sleep had been disturbed.

He closed his eyes for a few moments, but something in the noises coming from the other boy was tugging at his heart. Sighing, he slipped out from under the covers and softly padded across the room. As he pulled the hangings apart and peered down at the source of the interruption, his heart caught in his throat. Harry began to thrash about, pleading with some unseen force and choking back sobs.

Draco couldn’t hold back any longer. He sat down on the edge of the bed and drew the hangings closed. Casting a silencing charm so that Blaise wouldn’t be disturbed also, he then turned his attention back to the disturbed boy.

He reached out a hand to shake him awake but Harry flinched from his touch, scrambling away from him. Unsure what to do, Draco lay down on the bed at the side of the smaller boy and wrapped his arms tightly round him, murmuring soothing words. Harry fought against his arms for a moment before relaxing into the embrace.

Just as Draco thought that the nightmare was over, Harry opened his mouth and let out a blood curdling scream that chilled Draco’s bones.

Harry woke with a gasp and tried to sit upright but Draco merely tightened his grip on him. Green eyes stared blearily into grey ones for a moment and Draco saw that they were full of unshed tears. Then shaking hands snaked around the blonde boy’s waist, gripping hard. Draco felt tightness in his chest as the dark haired boy burrowed against him; his head nestled in the crook of Draco’s neck

He felt the tremors that ran through Harry’s body and Draco rubbed soothing circles on his back. Suddenly a storm of tears burst from deep inside Harry, his body wracked with sobs. Draco felt the tears hot against his neck and held the shaking boy closer to him, dropping small kisses on the messy head of hair.

Gradually the sobs lessened and eventually Draco realised that Harry had cried himself to sleep. He lay there undecided about what he should do next. For as scared as he was of Harry’s reaction when he woke up in the Slytherin boy’s arms, Draco was even more scared of losing the feeling of complete calm and pure happiness that has swept through him the moment he had felt Harry’s body relax in his embrace.

However, the decision was taken out of his hands as tiredness swept through him and his eyelids slowly drooped closed.

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Harry woke confused the next morning. From the dim light coming through the bed hangings, he knew that he wasn’t in his own room, and from the warm body pressed up against him, he knew he wasn’t alone.

Fearfully opening his eyes, he pulled his head back slightly to look at the face of his bedfellow. As he looked at the sleeping face of Draco Malfoy, he felt none of the horror that he knew he should be feeling. Draco’s blonde hair was mussed over his face and there was a faint flush on his pale cheeks. His lips, full and rosy, pouted slightly and Harry marvelled at how angelic the boy looked.

Harry was overcome by an urge to touch the other boy, to brush the blonde hair off his face .Not wanting to disturb the Slytherin boy; Harry suppressed the urge and lay his head back down on Draco’s shoulder, letting the memories of the previous night wash over him.

He remembered being at the party, how he and Neville had come out to each other. He knew there had been alcohol; the faint throbbing in his head confirmed this. Then he remembered lying in Malfoy’s lap, the other boys fingers running through his hair, and, hang on, Malfoy had told him he was beautiful!

Harry had no recollection of going to bed, or indeed why he wasn’t in his own bed. Nor did he have any idea of whose pyjamas he was wearing or who had undressed him. He gulped at this thought, not so much that anyone had seen him in his underwear, but that they would have seen the wounds on his arm.

Harry knew he should move, get up before the other boy woke, but there was something so soothing about the rise and fall of Draco’s chest underneath him and the slight tickle on the back of his neck every time the blonde boy exhaled.

As he lay there, Harry became aware that he had woken with his usual morning arousal and the feel of Draco’s bare chest pressed so tight against him really wasn’t helping matters. He squirmed slightly, trying to twist his hips away from the other boy. In doing so, he became acutely aware that he was not the only one in this predicament.

The feel of Draco’s erection against his thigh sent a tiny shiver of excitement through Harry’s body. And he was surprised to feel a burst of hope that this arousal was due to him, that having Harry pressed up against him like this was turning Draco on.

Spurred on by this thought, Harry couldn’t help but give an experimental wiggle, and bit his lip to suppress as gasp as his pyjama clad erection brushed slightly against Draco’s.

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Draco had, in fact, been awake for quite some time and had Harry only but known it; Draco’s erection had everything to do with the warm body pressed up against him.

When he felt Harry’s wriggle and the touch of their erections, it was all Draco could do not to ravish the boy there and then. Calling on every reserve of Malfoy cool, Draco pulled away from the other boy.

“Harry,” he murmured, “Are you awake?”

Draco was disappointed when he received no reply other than a faint snore. He had been hoping against hope that Harry was awake, and that he had been rubbing up against him deliberately. Rebuking himself for being so stupid as to hope, Draco eased himself out of the other boys embrace and headed off in the direction of the bathroom.

Draco hurried into the bathroom and as soon as he had shut the door, he leaned against it, quickly tugging his pyjama pants down over his hips. His hand grasped his aching cock firmly and he stroked as fast as he could, his pre cum lubricating his shaft. He bit down hard on his bottom lip to keep from crying out the name of the boy on the other side of the door as he fisted his cock faster.

Draco felt his knees weaken so he slid down the door until he was sitting on the cool tile of the bathroom floor. He slid his free hand over his chest, gently tugging on his nipples, before twisting harder. He allowed his hand to travel down his body until it slid between his legs, the tip of one finger teasing his tight puckered opening. This sensation, along with the delicious friction his hand was creating on his cock, was enough to set Draco to groaning loudly as his cum spurted all over his naked torso.

He sat there for a moment to catch his breath, a little stunned by the ferocity of his orgasm. He had worried for a moment that Harry had heard him cum, but then remembered the silencing charm he had placed on the bed and felt distinctly relieved. He lazily massaged his seed into his chest, before peeling himself off the floor and stepping into the shower to wash himself clean.

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Draco had indeed placed a silencing charm on Harry’s bed, but unfortunately for him, Harry had got out of the bed as soon as Draco had disappeared into the bathroom.

Harry had been sitting on the side of the bed tugging on his boots as the first sounds of the blondes orgasm echoed through the room. The groans went straight to Harry’s groin and he couldn’t think of nothing else but getting back to Gryffindor tower so that he too, could relieve himself in the privacy of his bathroom.

He had just made it to the door when he heard the sound of Draco exiting the bathroom behind him. Turning reluctantly to face the other boy, he found it hard to keep himself from cumming in his pants right then. Draco was standing there in nothing more than a towel that was slung dangerously low on his hips. Harry could see droplets of water running down his broad chest and he wanted nothing more than to flick out his tongue and lick them off.

“Sneaking out, Potter?” Draco drawled, noticing the flustered look on Harry’s face with satisfaction.

“Um, No...I just thought...I have some things I need to take care of this morning.” Harry cursed himself for stumbling over his words.

Draco arched an eyebrow at the other boy,

“So I see, Potter!”

It didn’t escape Harry’s notice that Draco was looking directly his swollen groin as he said this. Flushing brighter than ever, he mumbled.

“Thanks for last night, Malfoy, but I really have to go.”

With that, he hurried out of the dorm and through the common room, ignoring Pansy’s greeting in his embarrassment.

He was practically breathless by the time he reached Gryffindor Tower. He just prayed that there was no one in the common room; he had no desire to be interrogated about his whereabouts the previous night. Not when he had more pressing matters to attend to.

Keeping his head down, he entered the common room and headed straight for the stairs to the boys dormitory, ignoring the knowing looks that he just knew were being sent his way. It wasn’t often that someone was found doing the walk of shame at Hogwarts, and the fact that it was Harry Potter doing it made it even more news worthy. Not, Harry told himself sternly, that he had done anything wrong.

Harry was relieved to find the dormitory was empty when he entered, he just didn’t have time for questions right now. He hurried to the bathroom and was peeling his clothes off as soon as the door shut. Like Draco before him, he slipped down against the door and took hold of his weeping cock in a firm grasp.

For the first time since his experience with George, Harry allowed himself to fantasise about someone he knew. As the lips in his fantasy wrapped themselves around Harry’s hard cock, he saw grey eyes looking up at him seductively. He imagined how it would feel to wrap his hands in Malfoy’s silky blonde hair as he guided his prick in between those pouting lips.

He thrust slightly into his hand with every stroke, imagining as he did so, that it was Draco’s tight arse that he was driving into. Hearing those guttural groans from the blonde boy as Harry’s cock filled him completely.

Harry shouted his release, gasping Draco’s name as his seed spurted all over his hand and across his belly. He lay there waiting for the feeling of disgust that normally swept over him at these moments, but none came. Only a sense of deep satisfaction swept over him and a small smile played around his lips as he thought of seeing the blonde boy again.

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