With A Dragon's Heart

CHAPTER NINETEEN: The Confession


“I’ll help you, Harry. Just please try. It’s all right.”

The Gryffindor searched Draco\'s eyes for any kind of resistance, but there was none. The blond sensed his hesitation and guided Harry’s hand to his cheek. Draco leaned into the embrace and softly kissed his palm.

“Please, Harry,” he begged.

Harry lowered his head and feathered his lips against the velvety smooth one. He barely nodded and captured Draco in a deep kiss. Harry pulled back and spoke with a low voice.

“All right, Draco. I-I’ll try.”

Draco gave Harry a small, warm smile and pulled him for another passionate kiss. The Gryffindor released the kiss and Draco looked up in confusion and in remorse. Harry’s eyes darted to the gray-eyed boy below him, this time, he was obviously deep in thought.

“What’s wrong?” asked Draco.

Harry briefly closed his eyes, then looked longingly at the blond. “Why now?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I mean why after my dream? Why are you doing this at this particular time?” the raven-haired boy questioned.

Draco paused and turned his face away with a slight flush to his cheek.

“You’re doing this out of pity, aren’t you? ‘Poor Potter with his bad dreams. I’ll just shag him and maybe that will cure him’.”

“What?” Draco spouted. “How dare you second guess my intentions!” Draco pushed Harry off, rolling him to the side.

He stood up quickly to his feet and began pacing.

Harry watched the Slytherin, then whispered, “I’m right, aren’t I?.”

Draco whipped around to face the boy sitting up on the bed. His eyes widened.

“I don’t you pity you Potter! Nothing of the sort!”

Harry pursed his lips into a thin line. “Then tell me why! Why now?”

Draco clenched his fists together. “Haven\'t you figured it out by now, Potter?”

Harry cocked an eyebrow defensively.

“Gods you’re so thick!” the blond snapped. “It’s because I care about you! I want you to stop hurting!”

“So shagging me is your way of helping me?”

“No you stupid git! It’s because I love you!”

Harry’s eyed shot open and his jaw dropped. By seeing Potter’s expression, Draco realized what he had confessed. Draco gave him the exact look back and fled the room, leaving Harry, still frozen in shock.


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Draco bolted into Snape’s room.

“I need your help, Severus,” Draco said, out of breath.

Snape groaned. “Not now. I’m trying to get a good night peace.”

“It’s about Potter, sir.”

“Potter? Get out of my room, Potter!”

“NO! Its *about*,” Potter!”

Snape turned over and squinted in the darkness. He had after all just woke up. He grabbed his wand, and the candle flickered on.

“Draco?”

“Yes Severus, it’s me.”

The Potion professor blinked, adjusting to the light. “Can’t this wait till tomorrow?” he moaned.

“No it can’t,” Draco replied in annoyance.

Clearly not the correct thing to say, as evident of the glare Snape gave him.

Ignoring Snape’s change of emotion, Draco blurted out, “I told him! I TOLD him!”

Snape rose to one elbow. “And? What was his response?”

“Um. I don’t know. I said it in anger and then left,” Draco answered, lowering his head.

“Draco Malfoy! Get out of here at once and talk to that boy!”

“But what do I say?” the blond whispered.

“The truth you idiot!” he yelled, frustrated that the boy would be that thick. “You have 30 seconds to remove yourself from my room.”

“But what would I…”

“20 seconds.”

“What?” he said surprisingly.

“15.”

And with that, Snape heard the scrambling of bare feet scurrying out the room. Snape sneered contentedly.

“This definitely needs celebrating,” Snape thought out loud. “But not now. I’ll do it tomorrow when I can fully enjoy it.” Snape rolled over. “About bloody time,” he said as an after thought.


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Draco stood silently at the open doorway. He peered at the empty bed then over to the chair facing the fireplace. Harry was sitting there, watching the flames dance. He padded over to him, standing behind the chair.

Harry looked down and whispered, “Why?”

Draco trembled and closed his eyes. The time was at hand. He walked to the front of the chair and kneeled at Harry’s feet. He slowly took the Gryffindor’s hands in one of his and the other lifted Harry’s chin so they could meet face to face.

“Does it matter?” he said quietly. “I just do.”

Draco leaned over and lightly grazed the boy’s lips. He pulled back slightly and saw the bewildered green eyes. Draco smiled at him and started kissing the boy’s cheek, then continued to his neck. He gently nipped ay Harry’s ears while he caressed Harry’s chest.

“Malfoy?” Harry asked quietly. “What if… I mean, I don’t know if I…”

Draco silenced him with a kiss. “It’s all right, Harry. I didn’t expect you to feel the same.” The blond paused for a minute. He lowered his head almost in shame and sat back on his heels. “Maybe I shouldn’t have told you,” he whispered.

He began to get up but Harry stopped him, his hand clutching Draco’s arm.

Draco turned his face away. “Don’t… It’s all right. I understand.” His voice cracked slightly.

The Gryffindor pulled him back down and raised the boy’s chin, but Draco kept his eyes lowered.

“Look at me Draco.”

Draco shook his head. With a soft sigh, Harry leaned down and lightly kissed Draco\'s lips. It was wet and salty. Harry pulled back and watched another tear fall.

“Draco?” he asked quietly.

Draco shook his head again and reached up to remove Harry’s hand from his jaw. “Don’t,” he choked.

Harry raised his other hand and cupped Draco\'s face firmly. He pulled the Slytherin in and said in a warm voice, “Draco. *Look* at me.”

The boy fluttered his blurry eyes trying to focus on the emerald ones.

“I’m not sure if I…” Harry started. Draco lowered his eyes again nodding. “Draco. Look at me and let me finish.”

The boy on his knees slowly peered up at Harry again.

“I’m not sure if I know *how* to love someone. But,” he paused, searching for the right words. He took a deep breath and continued. “I cannot deny that I feel something for you. And… and whatever it is, it’s strong,” Harry confessed.

Draco\'s eyes widened and smiled at the blushing boy. “Doesn\'t mean I want to marry you or anything,” Harry mumbled.

Draco laughed out loud. A smile crept on Harry’s face and his face turned redder. The blond’s laughter died down to a chuckle and stroked the palm of his hand up Harry’s cheek. Harry interlaced his fingers with Draco\'s and moved it down so he could kiss him. His mouth was so warm and soft to the touch. He parted his lips and nipped at Draco\'s bottom lip.

“Kiss me, Draco. Kiss me the way you want to.”

With that, Draco pushed Harry into the back of the chair, placing his entire weight upon Harry. His mouth sealed itself over the other boy’s and plunged his tongue deep within the tender mouth. The kiss was strong and Harry pressed into it as if *he* was demanding more contact. Their faces moved together in a fierce dance, devouring each other. Hands were fumbling about, bumping into one another as they caressed each other’s hot skin. But soon Draco broke free and fell backwards to the floor.

Breathing heavily, he rasped, “I’ve wanted to do that for such a long time.”

Harry bent over resting his elbows on his knees, breathing equally hard. “Then why did you stop?” he managed to say.

Draco looked up at the boy and smiled. “I couldn’t breath.”

Both laughed and shook their heads. Draco gave a friendly smirk and raised his eyebrow.

“What?” Harry said, still chortling.

“Your lips.”

Harry ran his fingertips across them, feeling how swollen they were. He nodded understanding.

Draco\'s smile widened. “No, not that.”

Harry’s brow furrowed.

“They’re missing something.”

Before Harry could ask what, Draco was attacking them once again. Harry gasped into Draco\'s mouth and then ran his fingers through the pale boy’s hair. The simple touch sent shivers through Draco. He pulled away and gasped himself then moved his mouth down to Harry’s nipples, ghosting the skin below. He paused at the erect nipple and circled it with his tongue. The raven-haired boy let out another small gasp and not realizing, he tugged gently on the blond hair. Draco glanced up at Harry to see if he had done something wrong, but the boy had his eyes pierced shut and his mouth parted. Draco couldn’t resist and rushed up to capture those lips again.

This kiss lasted longer and Draco\'s fingers feathered down Harry’s side to his waistband. One hand grazed over the thin material to gently stroke the rising erection. Harry arched his hips and moaned into Draco\'s mouth. The blond pressed in further, deepening the burning kiss. Harry grabbed Draco\'s arm and squeezed them slightly. Draco jerked away only to ravage Harry’s throat. The Gryffindor let out a loud moan and entwined his fingers into Draco\'s hair. Draco put a little more pressure on Harry’s groin and he bucked up to meet it. Draco released his lock on Harry’s neck and descended down the hot body, kissing it every now and then.

He stopped at Harry’s stomach and used the tip of his tongue to penetrate the boy’s navel. Still clutching Draco\'s hair, Harry held his breath as he felt a warm sensation moving throughout his veins. Never before had Harry had his body worshiped like this before. Draco curled his fingers underneath the entrance of Harry’s pajamas and peeled them away from the moist flesh. He carefully slid them down, revealing the Gryffindor’s glorious hard-on. Draco\'s face engulfed into the dark hair and breathed in the manly scent.

The curls tickled the Slytherin’s nose, but he only passed them and latched onto the skin underneath. Harry shot up and sucked in a sharp breath. Draco licked the hair and flesh until he moved down to the drawn-up sac. He sucked one ball into his mouth and lightly caressed it with his tongue. Harry tried to speak but it only came out incoherent. Draco opened his mouth and let the ball fall back into place. He nudged at the top of the pajamas, urging Harry to lift up to remove them. Grabbing the armrests, Harry rose, allowing the material to slide down his legs to his feet. Draco sat up on his knees, rubbed the other boy’s thighs with his fingertips, and then rested them on Harry’s hips. He bent down and sealed his mouth against the base of Harry’s shaft.

“D-Draco…” was all that Harry could manage to say.

Draco hummed into the sensitive engorgement and then proceeded to lick along the protruding vein. He slowly licked the head of Harry’s cock, cherishing the sounds he heard from the Gryffindor. He circled the tip, lapping up the small excretions. Harry clutched the armrests until his knuckles turned white. Draco pursed his lips tightly over the glans and slowly sucked it into his mouth. Harry cried out as he threw his head back, sinking it deep into the chair. He didn\'t know how much more teasing he could take. Draco cupped Harry’s balls with one hand and the other wrapped around the base of Harry’s erection. Moving ever so slowly, Draco glided his wet mouth up and down, bringing Harry’s foreskin with him.

“Draco,” Harry rasped. “I-I won’t last… I won’t be able..oh gods…”


Draco stopped in mid-motion and ran the flat of his tongue up the pulsating flesh until he pulled free. Harry’s muscles collapsed, sending him crashing down into the cushion. Draco gave Harry a warm smile but Harry had his eyes tightly shut. The blond rose up and straddled the Gryffindor who in return, snapped his eyes open and gasped.

“W-wha..?”

“Shh,” Draco whispered as he stroked the side of Harry’s face. “I can’t wait any longer. I need you.”

Harry opened his mouth to protest, but Draco silenced him again with a soft kiss.


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