Tequila

Chapter 19

Draco moaned deep in his throat as a tongue lapped at his entrance. Arching his back, he opened his legs giving his partner easier access. Fisting his hands in the sheets, he thrust his bottom down, trying to force the tongue inside him.

“Please,” he murmured, “please…” he felt the tongue move away and groaned at the loss of the sensation before yelping as his aching cock was enveloped in a wet dark heat. He cold feel one hand at his testicles, cupping them and squeezing gently as another hand spread his cheeks and a finger work its way inside his already wet hole.

“Gods,” he grunted bearing down on the finger, unable to decide what felt better, getting sucked or getting fucked. He moaned again as a second, then a third finger worked in his hole, one bending slightly and hooking at his entrance before brushing his prostate inside him. Draco arched off the bed and thrust his cock into the warm mouth surrounding it. Suddenly there was nothing there, nothing inside him and nothing around his cock and Draco whimpered at the loss of the wonderful friction.

At once he felt the head of a blunt cock at his mouth and opened to suck it in.

“Get it wet,” his partner groaned. “Get it wet and I’ll put it in you.”

Draco carried out this request with enthusiasm, sucking and slurping and choking on the cock as a hand fisted in his hair. He reached between his own legs and started pumping his cock as his partner fucked his mouth. Suddenly, with a throaty groan, his partner pulled out from his mouth and climbed on the bed with him, rolling him onto his front and pulling up his hips. Draco moaned as he felt the cock at his entrance, and pushed back onto it, feeling it fill him deeply, fitting perfectly, and hitting his sweet spot without even trying. There were strong hands on his hips as he was steadied while being fucked. Draco was a quivering mass of energy, feeling his orgasm building inside him, marvelling at the pleasure he was giving the other man. The strokes became erratic as his partner built up his speed, pounding into him from behind, thrusting deep and groaning with pleasure.

“Yes,” he heard his partner moan and felt the hand as it reached around to grab his aching cock.

“Oh Gods,” Draco felt his partner spasm, as his hot seed filled his ass hole and Draco came with a scream, his orgasm ripped from him by the pounding cock and the frantic hand.

Collapsing onto the bed and feeling his partner lying on top of him, Draco continued to pant as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through him. He laughed as he was wrapped in long arms and shifted over to make room for his lover.

“Well, who knew you could do that.”

And with a chuckle, they both fell asleep.

Harry woke early the following morning, having missed all of his classes the day before. He looked around and saw the curtains drawn on the other beds in the room. He groaned and stretched and pulled himself up from his bed. It had been a long day yesterday. He’d sat in the headmaster’s office while explaining what had happened, and then slouched while McGonagall had raved about them taking matters into their own hands. Severus had been quiet throughout and had not looked at Harry once. He’d had to sit through the whole story again after Snape had fetched Neville from the infirmary and then again once they’d all traipsed down to the hospital wing to get Draco’s side. Thankfully they’d managed to come up with a workable excuse as to how they’d found out in the first place and by the time the story had been told and the 6 boys expelled, the days classes had been over. They had all gone to the great hall for dinner and sat through the stern lecture the headmaster had given about the nature of bullying, then listened as he’d explained that the 6 boys had been expelled. He didn’t say anything about the deatheater robes, wanting it to only be seen as bullying nothing else.

Harry had glanced across at the Slytherin table, trying to gauge their reaction and could see that none of them really cared; they hadn’t had much time for Draco since he had lost his money and his status. He looked at his friends who had also noticed what was going on and could see them make a decision to actively pursue friendship with Draco. The blonde might not like it, but he was going to be stuck with Gryffindors for the rest of the school year.

Standing in the shower now, Harry wondered how he was going to persuade the Slytherin that they really meant it.

Harry dressed quietly and made his way down to the great hall knowing it would be empty at this time of the morning. Everyone was still in bed. Well, everyone with any sense. Harry made his way into the hall and quite deliberately looked at Severus, who was sitting with Dumbledore. Feeling eyes on him, Severus turned and looked back. It seemed for a moment that the world stopped rotating on its axis. Harry’s breath hitched in his throat as the onyx eyes roamed every part of his body. Harry shivered as a sneer graced the face of the man he wanted, before he turned his back on Harry and ignored him completely. Harry sighed and walked past the empty house tables, directly to the head table to greet the teachers good morning.

“Harry, my boy, we were just talking about you.” Dumbledore stood to greet him.

// Me? What were they talking about? What was he saying? Does Dumbledore know??!! //

Harry smiled before standing directly in front of Severus.

“Good morning, Professor. I have come to enquire after Draco. Is he feeling any better this morning?”

Severus turned back to Harry, sneer still firmly fixed in place.

“And why do you care Mr Potter? Do you require a public thanks from Mr Malfoy himself?”

Harry felt his heart drop. Nothing had mentioned about the Gryffindor gang and how they had helped Draco.

// Why is he being a nasty bastard? //

Severus saw the pain in Harry’s eyes and immediately felt bad.

// Now that was uncalled for Severus. //

“Now, now Severus. There is no need to be like that.” Dumbledore smiled and turned to Harry. “Mr Malfoy will be just fine. In fact I believe that, although he has to breakfast in the infirmary, he is returning to classes this morning.”

Harry dragged his eyes from Severus’ face to look at the headmaster. “Thank you sir, I think I’ll go visit him and see if he needs any help.”

And with that, he turned and walked away, although he could feel the stare burning into his back for the entire length of the hall.

Dumbledore chucked, “Severus my boy, you really must not take out your bad temper on the students.”

Severus grunted, his eyes never leaving Harry’s back until the small man had left the hall entirely.

“We were just discussing how well you and Harry were getting along a few weeks ago and now you seem to be back to your antagonistic relationship of the past. As I was saying, it was so wonderful when you could actually stand the sight of each other.”

Severus rolled his eyes. “We could never stand the sight of each other Albus, we were just forced to be together through circumstances.”

“Well Severus, I hope you do not feel that you are being forced to be together now.”

Severus choked on his tea. The Headmaster patted him on the shoulder and left the hall.

Harry made his way down to the infirmary to see Draco. He was disheartened by the way his relationship with Severus was progressing, but felt, now that things were sorted with Draco, he might be able to get back to getting things fixed with Severus.

He walked into the infirmary and round the partition screen to find a shirtless Draco getting ready to leave. Though he whirled around moving his back to Draco, he couldn’t help but notice the dark bruises on the hips of that expanse of creamy pale flesh.

Draco pulled his shirt down over his lean body.

“Potter, don’t you knock?”

“Sorry Draco, I thought you’d still be in bed.” Harry turned back to the now fully clothed blonde. “I thought Madame Pomfrey healed all your bruises?”

Draco blushed. “Uhhhh, yeah she did, I got those ones later.” Draco ducked his head into a jumper while Harry smiled.

“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.”

Draco blushed again. “Well it’s kinda new. I’m not sure if it’s going anywhere.” Draco frowned and Harry laughed.

“How new? Was it just a one night stand? I won’t hold it against you Draco.”

Draco sneered a sneer worthy of Snape. “I hardly think you’re in a position to hold anything against me considering your current sex partner.

Harry frowned along with Draco. “Not exactly current.”

Draco turned back to Harry. “What do you mean not current? Did you two split up?”

Harry looked at Draco. “You sure you wanna hear about this?”

Draco smiled. “The more you tell me about your love life, the less I have to tell you about mine.”

Harry laughed. “I’m still gonna ask you about it later.” Harry sobered suddenly. “We had a fight, I haven’t spoken to him since. You must have noticed how he hasn’t been around lately. He’s been avoiding me.”

Draco nodded. “Yeah I have noticed, I never thought it was because of you. I don’t think I even wondered what it was about. I’ve been so wrapped up in my own world recently”

“That’s ok, you’ve had a lot going on.”

“So what did you argue about?”

“You actually.”

Draco blinked. “Me, what were you arguing about me for?”

Harry shook his head. “Nothing important. It was stupid and it wasn’t about you really. It was about Severus and I sorting out what we feel for each other. Apparently he needs time to figure out if he really is interested in me or not.” Harry gave a lopsided grin. “Kinda knocks your confidence when it’s put like that.” He turned away quickly so Draco couldn’t see the tears begin to well. Draco was uncharacteristically sympathetic, laying a hand on Harry’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it Potter, it’ll sort itself out. Just be patient.” Harry gave a shuddering sigh and turned back to the boy with clear eyes and a smile.

“I’ll be fine. Now that we have your little problem sorted, we can concentrate on my little problem.”

Draco laughed. “You want my help with that?”

Harry laughed with him. “Don’t get pissy Draco, you got laid last night, I didn’t.”

Harry laughed again as Draco blushed. “Come on, there’s no point having breakfast here, come eat with us in the hall.”

Draco looked shocked. “What sit at the Gryffindor table?”

Harry laughed. “Yeah, no one really cares any more since the war ended and perhaps if people realise that I don’t hate you, they’ll stop being assholes. You know how many people were quite happy for us to ostracize you? Yeah, a lot of people think you only swapped to our side cause we were winning, but I know different. And I’m sick of it all making a difference. So put on your robes and lets get some god damn breakfast.”

Draco laughed. As he was pulling the robes over his head, his shirt rode up giving Harry another glimpse of the bruises.

“So Draco, I take it you like it rough?”

Harry snickered as Draco spluttered.

“Please Potter, don’t mention this to anyone. I don’t know what it was. It was kinda unexpected.” Draco smiled ruefully. “It was very unexpected….” Draco sort of tapered off with a look of confusion on his face.

Harry gave a knowing smirk. “Are you gay?”

Draco sat back down on the bed. “Yeah, I guess I am. I mean I’ve slept with men and women but it’s never been like that.”

“Draco, who was it?”

Draco looked up at Harry and smiled. “I would tell you Harry but I don’t know how he would feel about it. I don’t know he feels about anything, including me, so I guess I should speak to him and figure out if it was a one night thing or if it’s going to go anything further.”

Harry grabbed Draco’s hand and pulled him up from the bed. “Come on then, let’s go get breakfast.”






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