Cracking the Gold

Author\'s Note: Thanks for all the reviews!! ^_^ I appologize for the gap in posts, working like crazy on the wedding and school stuff. I got an interview with the College I applied for!! ^_^ *bounces* All I have to do is pass that and I\'m in! YAY!

Disclaimer: See Introduction.

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Harry was oddly not suprised by this, it was almost like he\'d been waiting. His green eyes stayed on Draco the whole time as he knelt up and leaned over Draco\'s glistening erection. Without hesitation----much---he replaced his fingers with his mouth tightly.


Draco swallowed reflexively, eyes fluttering once more as his fingers curled through Harry\'s hair again, kneading against the nape of his neck then, voice still little more than a growl, \"Good boy.\"


Harry hesitantly lowered his head down onto the other, mostly at the pressure from his grip. He tried to not gag, but was finding it hard. He still wanted to torture Draco for having Harry in such a state for so long. He may not be using his hands anymore, but that didn\'t mean he\'d work any quicker with his mouth---aside from not wanting to do this.


Draco\'s growl rose again slightly, a warning, he would take over himself if he had to, he had no qualms about that. He tugged at the other\'s hair sharply, fingers still tangled in it, \"More.\"


Harry still figured he was in some position of power, in fact, he took it to the extent of wrapping his fingers tightly around the other\'s base in attempts to create his own \'ring\' to fend the other off for a while. As he did so, he ran his tongue firmly along the bottom, sucking sharply a few times--like a \'sicle--in order to distract Draco from what his hand was doing.


That mollified him, at least for the moment. He still growled faintly at the pace, still too slow for his liking. His hips rolled up just slightly, fingers kneading against the nape of Harry\'s neck again, urging him on.


Harry\'s cheeks caved at the attention he was giving a few times before he slowly pulled to only the tip, then out to regain his gaging mouth reflexes. It only took him a moment, surprisingly and he curled his lips around the head again when Draco\'s fingers tightened within his hair again.


He very nearly mewled at that, but caught himself, transmuting the sound into another groan, hips rolling up just slightly. He was content for the time to let Harry tease, but his patience would only last so long.


Harry hoped he could torture him after his patience had worn. He suckled softly, curling his fingers tighter as he worked harder. His mind kept screaming at him to bite, puke, anything but that, but he couldn\'t. Not only would he be risking his life, but the fingers tangled in his hair weren\'t helping much either. Or they were helping, depending on how one looked at it.


Draco growled once more, hips arching up slightly, attempting to prove his point, to get it across what he wanted.


Like Harry didn\'t know what Draco wanted. He\'ll have to wait. He slowly pulled his face down, engulfing the prince\'s heat before slowly raising his head up to the tip with a strong suckle, fingers still tight around the base. Besides, he hoped it would help from tasting that nasty climax again. He had no intentions of swallowing anything this time. He wished there wasn\'t a this time--or a next or last time.

Draco\'s growl had become an almost snarl, finally batting Harry\'s hands away and giving his hair a tug, lifting his head up and away, shifting positions, kneeling on the seat of the couch before forcing Harry\'s head down again, breathing shallow.


Harry coughed roughly, his hands pushing at Draco\'s thighs. No, he\'d been in control...what had happened? A tear sprung into his eyes as he tried shoving Malfoy away, only suceeding in pushing him back against the couch, into a steadier position. Between coughs, his inhales still managed to make lovely little sucking noises as his nails tried to dig into flesh to push away.


More than likely the nails against his thighs only spurred him on, growling again as his hips bucked forward once more, fingers digging against the back of Harry\'s neck to keep him in place, fairly well doing as he wished at that point, already teetering on the brink.


This only caused Harry to clutch Malfoy\'s thighs harder, dig his nails deeper in desperation to get away. He didn\'t want this again, he needed to get out of Malfoy\'s grasp. One hand moved from the blonde\'s thigh to the grip on the back on his neck, trying weakly to pry it away as he felt as if he was suffocating around him.


It was only a few moments longer, another two, three thrusts and he was coming, breath catching as his fingers curled against the back of Harry\'s neck once more, panting and shaking with his release


Harry\'s grip on Malfoy\'s hand in his hair tightened as he tried to pull away before he tasted the foulness of it all. His nails, he was sure, were leaving marks--and it never occured to him that this would set Draco into a blunder when he was done. The brunette coughed violently, trying to rid himself of the foul substances.


Draco\'s fingers curled against Harry\'s jaw, keeping his mouth pressed closed, brow arched. His breathing was still shallow, voice little more than a growl, \"Swallow it pet.\"


Harry\'s lungs ached for air, yet he was determined to get away. He mustered some strength he didn\'t know he had and shoved, but not hard enough. Draco had too firm of a grip on him. He gagged as he felt the thick fluids crawling down his throat anyway. His eyes opened for the first time since this had all started and he unknowingly gave a weak, pathetic look at Draco as his eyes rolled back and he reluctantly swallowed in the need for air.


Draco smiled, patting Harry\'s jaw lightly as he let go, \"Good boy.\" He sighed then, petting his fingers through the other\'s hair surprisingly gently, \"If you didn\'t put up such a fuss I wouldn\'t have to be so harsh with you.\"


Harry coughed and fell onto his \"fours\" when he was released. His eyes fell closed and he shivered in disgust that he\'d done that again. He felt ill. Yet somehow he still managed to subconsciously enjoy the feeling of the prince\'s fingers in his hair.


Draco sighed, shaking his head as he continued petting, \"Honestly pet, you don\'t have to be so recalcatrant about everything.\"


Harry growled his own tune and became flustered when he realized he himself was still exposed from the confinements of his pants. His face flushed and he quickly tucked himself away, doing the zipper and buttons back up, back facing the blonde.


Draco half smiled at that, wondering how long it would be, how many times it would take for Harry to realize that the pants were the problem more than anything.


Harry sat against the chair, his head low in embarassment and humiliation as he stared at the ground. Who was he? What had be done? Why had he eyed Draco up when he knew the other wasn\'t looking??


Draco continued petting the other man\'s hair gently, fingers trailling down the back of his neck and between his shoulders before returning.


Harry shivered, his head falling forward slightly at the touches. He forced his head back up, slightly annoyed at himself for allowing himself to be seduced in such a way. Seduced? Had he just thought that? Oh Merlin...


And Draco was still petting away, having tucked himself back into his pants with one hand, smirking the entire time.


Harry gave in with a sigh. He relaxed against the couch, head falling foward in attempts to urge the petting on , mostly along his neck though.


Which was fine with Draco, and it worked quite nicely, humming softly as he stroked the nape of Harry\'s neck, massaging away the spots of tension he\'d left.


Harry relaxed fully at this, overwhelmed with thoughts and battles in his head. He wasn\'t gay...was he? No. Right...? He closed his eyes, letting his mind battle in a relaxed body and environment.

Draco just continued petting the other\'s hair, fingers trailing through almost silky strands, kneading gently against the nape of Harry\'s neck.


Harry was adoring this, his head tilted forward gently even more. Without really realizing it, words escaped his mouth from what he\'d been thinking. \"What have you done...?\" His voice was quiet and his thoughts had been starting to focus on the trousers. Yes, mostly on how tight they were--but there was something about them that was just giving off a darker feeling. Hermoine would have thought he was bonkers to think that a pair of trousers were enchanted, but he was almost hoping they were. He didn\'t want to think that everything he was feeling was----real.


Draco made a faintly questioning sound in the back of his throat as he continued petting the other man\'s hair, head tilted just slightly, brow arching, \"What\'ve I done about what pet?\"


Harry swallowed nervously, almost in a daze. \"...What have you done to me.....\" His voice was quiet. His eyes were closed but they were flicking beneath the lids as his brain searched eveywhere for a reason why, no---how he was possibly----even remotely--enjoying this.


Draco shook his head, voice dipping just slightly, \"I\'ve no idea what you\'re talking about pet. None at all.\" He was such a liar.


Liar. He had to be. Harry tensed slightly at the blonde\'s words even still. He had to be lying...right? Of course. There was no way that any of this was real. Dra---Malfoy had put some sort of hex on him....Imperius maybe? No, he knew what that felt like...but something.


Draco smirked faintly, petting still, fingers sliding down Harry\'s spine, not far, just between his shoulder blades, \"Why do you ask pet? What\'s troubling you?\"


The brunette forced himself to keep breathing at the light touches. \"Nothing.\" Harry prayed to Merlin that the other was simply a very good liar. Prayed. He was a spoiled prat after all--wasn\'t he? He always had been able to draw attention to himself at any point. The incident with Buckbeak flashed into his mind. He shook it free.


Draco smiled slightly, petting still, \"Something must have or you wouldn\'t have asked now would you?\" He tilted his head once more, \"Hm?\"


\"The mind is a complex thing...\" He\'d meant it as if to say he\'d no idea why he\'d said it, it had just slipped out. Breathe...in...out...repeat. He swallowed again, trying to clear his head of these crazy thoughts. For Merlin\'s sakes Harry! Don\'t think about that. Think about girls. That\'s it. Think about them instead--think about Cho. Ohh..no. Bad idea. Don\'t think about her... He mentally hexed himself for that thought. A shiver traveled up his spine. How had he liked her again? He had no idea...


He arched a brow slightly at the shudder, but let it slide, fingers trailing from the nape of Harry\'s neck down to the waist of the pants and back up, fingertips cool against the other man\'s skin.


Another shiver seemed to follow just behind Draco\'s touch. He caught his lips parting slightly and blinked his greens open. He sat up more and moved away from the touch, gaining composure again. Clearing his throat quietly he spoke up, \"I thought you said you had a schedule to follow.\" Ahh, the wonderous attempts to avoid---to avoid what?


He nodded, smirking faintly, \"Yes, and we\'ve already completed everything on it. Except one or two small things, but those can wait for the time being, not so urgent.\"


Harry almost glared at Draco, though he wasn\'t sure why. It wasn\'t like he wanted that to last any longer. Besides the fact that now his excuse--or whatever it would be called--was gone. He sat away from the other, twisting his hands together slightly, trying to forget about the damn trousers he was wearing.

Draco smirked, leaning back in his seat, utterly relaxed, like some jungle cat after gorging itself on a kill. He was even purring faintly.


Harry kept his eyes focused on the flickering fire. He moved closer for warmth as he tried not to move much. There was something with these pants! Harry didn\'t dare ask to go to the loo--he\'d figured out that it was pointless by now. But even that made his mind think---was it simply a hex Malfoy had conjured...or...did it actually have something to do with the words he\'d--regretfully--said? And if so, he hadn\'t meant them, so why would they do anything to him? Harry put his head down in his hands slowly, closing his eyes.


Draco smiled slightly at that. Harry had meant them, which was why they were binding even now. Even if he\'d only meant them in the heat of the moment, they\'d still been meant. And that was all that mattered.

He tilted his head, just watching the play of expressions across the other man\'s face.


Harry crossed his arms across his bent legs, resting his head further into his arms. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his thoughts. Sleep. Try to sleep.


Draco smirked once more, settling back and ruffling his hands through his own hair, glancing at the clock over the hearth. Curious really just how long Harry could hold out against the pants.


Harry was doing his best to not move from--oh--the neck down. He bit his lip when his face was hidden from view, focusing on...nothing. It wasn\'t helping. No--wait. Focusing on not focusing on Draco....bloody hell...Malfoy.


Draco inspected his nails, if he listened close he could hear the change in Harry\'s breathing, hear the faint whisper-ticking of the clock flicking away the seconds, waiting and watching.


Harry glanced at the blonde for a moment, unaware of the building desperation swirling within the green of his eyes. He quickly looked away, shifting in his spot again as he tried to focus on the fire now. Flickering flames. He wondered if it was a floo networked to all the other suede in Hogwarts.

Harry sat up a little bit more. Did he just turn something like flames into a----thought? He tightened his jaw a bit more, trying to forget he\'d just thought that. It was becoming increasingly harder. The trousers were hexed. There was no other possible way in any world he was enjoying anything here.


Draco\'s smile was slow and easy, inspecting the nails of his other hand a moment before asking, \"Something wrong Harry? You seem... tense.\"


He managed to choke out a \'no\' without sounding too utterly in pain and need. How in Merlin\'s name is this happening?? The brunette let out a low, shallow ragged breath in attempts to--yet again--forget. He resisted the urge to drag himself closer to the other with misted eyes, wondering what was going on with him.

But that resistance was slowly failing.


Draco smiled slowly, shifting over to the other side of the couch so he could trail his fingers lightly through the brunette\'s hair once more, \"I think you need to relax Harry.\" His voice was little more than a murmur, almost hypnotic really, soothing


\"I...\" He tried to protest, really; but when those words it him, it was like a spell, ironically. He heard the soothe-ness in his voice, and he didn\'t really want to move. He did, but his body was definately telling him otherwise. His head dipped forward, but he held it straight again, hoping it had only looked like he had started to fall asleep.


Draco smiled slightly again, still petting, fingers trailing down Harry\'s spine once more, soothing with touch as well, \"Just like that. You just have to relax. That\'s all.\"


\"...can\'t...\" Ahh. There was the rest of that started phrase. He let a slow breath of air escape him after that word, shifting in his spot stiffly again. Damnit Potter....control yourself! He tried to sit up straighter, to maintain a more professional look about him. Who he was trying to be professional to? No one. Which is why it seemed to be a mind distraction.


Draco chuckled at that, shaking his head as he continued caressing Harry\'s spine, \"Who are you trying to impress pet?\"


Harry sunk back against the couch. \"No one.\" His eyes fixed out the window at the leaves flickering and fluttering by. \"No one...\" Harry wished he\'d stop being called pet. It felt degrading--it was degrading. Made him feel nothing more than an object. He was more than an object--wasn\'t he? Of course. He\'d had to have been more than an object to fight Vold...

Harry sunk his head into his hands when he realized that argument meant nothing. He was losing the debate--which is hard to do when you\'re both sides of it.


Draco smiled at that, petting still. \"Then why can\'t you relax? No one\'s going to be impressed by your show of rugged stamina and stoicalness.\"


Shut up. You didn\'t say that. He was covering himself somehow. Protecting his mind from itself. Again somehow. He slumped in defeat against the couch again, an unexpected noise escaping him as he shifted again. Damnit. He\'d take the trousers off right there if he had boxers on. And if they wouldn\'t tent....


Draco smiled, fingers trailing down Harry\'s side, petting lightly, fingers trailing along the edge of the waistband of the pants once more, smiling slowly, even purring softly as he hooked his chin over the other man\'s shoulder.


His skin trembled at the touches involuntarily, and his eyes opened when they reached the edge of the suede. His throat choked down a swallow before he almost froze at a head suddenly right beside him. His eyes closed again. If he didn\'t see it, it wasn\'t there---and there were no thoughts about it being there. Or about why it was there. Or if it was there what he could do to.... Harry blinked the thoughts away beneath his lids.


Draco chuckled once more, turning his head to suck at Harry\'s earlobe gently, fingers stroking against the planes of his stomach, teasing gently even still.


The muscles of Harry\'s stomach tremmored at the soft touches as his head subconsciously fell to the side with a soft noise from his throat. He balled his hands on his lap as he mentally cursed the other for doing this to him, but more to himself for allowing this to be done, and allowing his body to take an effect like it was.


Draco grinned then, nibbling still as those nimble fingers flicked open the button of the pants, then inched the zipper down before returning to Harry\'s stomach, humming faintly against his ear, wondering how long he could draw things out this time.


A soft whimper betrayed his battling mind as Harry sqiurmed slightly at the release of the pants. I can\'t do this...I can\'t ....it\'s...it\'s Malfoy for Merlin\'s sakes!

Harry\'s jaw tightened lightly, but released and he felt as if he was melting as the blonde hummed. Maybe....maybe this once. Blimey, I can\'t seem to do anything on my own anyway, but no more. Nothing after this. Ever. He felt his head tip back against Draco as it rolled further to the side, his lips parting with a shallow breath.


Draco purred at that, nibbling along the arch of Harry\'s throat before lifting his head to nibble at the other man\'s lower lip, taking full advantage of that slackened jaw, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers stilled against Harry\'s stomach, palm warm against his skin. At the moment that was enough, wanting to be able to claim him as much as he owned him.


Harry\'s breath halted when he felt teeth against his lips which trembled nervously. He could feel Draco\'s warm hand against the chilled skin of his toned stomach. Another quiet noise creeped past the brunette\'s lips as he shifted his hips\' weight.


Draco smiled once more at that, tongue flicking out to taste Harry\'s lips, purring faintly even still, sliding off the side of the couch to bring himself to the other\'s level, both hands resting against the warmth of his stomach, fingers petting just slightly, almost pulsing really.


His lips parted slightly more at the lick, as if he almost wanted to invite more. His head rotated with slight hesitance as he felt Draco slip off the couch. Harry\'s arms were at his sides, \'propping\' him up as his hands balled at the ground, fighting deeper urges to raise them around the other. He felt as if his mind was in a fog, and he subconsciously tensed him stomach to accentuate his muscles. He was self conscious, yes, despite knowing he had a perfect six-pack from Quidditch.


He purred at that, fingertips tracing the defined lines of muscle, purring against Harry\'s lips as he caught the lower one gently between his teeth, sucking and nibbling, just the edges of sharp little incisors.


Harry was positive his heart had almost stopped and he forced a deep exhale and then inhale to prove he was still alive. His nails almost clawed at the floor as he found himself battling again. This wasn\'t how it was supposed to be...Malfoy was just supposed to--assist and Harry could forget everything. Not---this.


Draco purred faintly, nibbling still before delving into a proper kiss, eyes fluttering closed completely as one hand slipped lower down Harry\'s stomach, fingertips brushing lightly against that nest of crisp dark curls before petting at the other man\'s arousal.


Harry fell completely against the back of the couch at this, eyes widening in surprise, then falling shut at the combination of sensations. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. All he could do for a moment was sit there, lips still parted as they were in shock at the--the kiss.


Draco grinned outright at that, deepening the kiss hungrily, tongue like a living thing against Harry\'s, sucking hard at his lower lip a moment before releasing it again to taste the roof of his mouth.


Harry\'s jaw quivvered at all this, his mind feeling completely shut down for once in the past few hours. His right hand lifted from the floor and hovered just above it for a while, debating where it was going to as Harry found himself drinking in the scent of the other.


Draco was purring once more, fingers still stroking Harry\'s blatant arousal with just the pads, the gentlest of touches, feeling the heat radiating off the other man\'s skin, finally letting up on the kiss so that he could breathe.


Harry laid there, flopping his head against the couch and resting it there. He felt disoriented and confused. His body was spinning when it was sitting still. His hand finally flopped back down to the ground as the brunette tried to regain the breath that Draco has stolen and sucked from him--his heart was pounding.


Draco smiled once more, nibbling down Harry\'s throat and the line of his collarbone, fingers finally pressing more firmly, stroking in earnest


A soft, strangled groan escaped Harry\'s throat as his back arced against the couch only barely. His hands curled into fists on the floor as he tried to moisten his lips and mouth, his head rolling to the side gently.


Draco smiled at the reaction, head dipping further before latching onto one of Harry\'s already taught nipples, sucking hard as his fingers redoubled their efforts.


A dis-gruntled groan fell from his throat as he jumped in surprise, but melted again instantly at the others\' fingers. He bit his lip and leaned his head further back, feeling for the tension in his neck as if it would do something. All he felt was the collar he\'d forgotten about tight against the skin and the little tag dancing upon his skin.


Which was after a fashion, why Draco had had it designed that way, so that Harry wouldn\'t forget who he belonged with and belonged to. He purred, lapping his way over to the other nipple, tonguing and nibbling it as well, fingers still working.


Harry clenched his teeth together trying to block noises from emitting from him as his nails clawed at the floor. He pushed his hips back firmly aganst the floor as he felt himself beginning to push up to Draco\'s touches. He tried to fight it all despite the need. His mind was a blurr.

When did his hand get tangled into Draco\'s hair?


Draco chuckled softly, surprisingly not minding the hand fisted in his hair, nibbling at the nipple still between his teeth, tongue curling back and forth across it hotly.


A groan finally forced itself from Harry\'s closed throat. He kept fighting his hips from pushing towards Draco\'s hand. Instead, his legs stretched and bent, his calves tightening as the feelings built.


Draco smiled at that, finally releasing the man\'s nipple to nuzzle back up his throat and jaw, fingers caressing more firmly, stroking more intently, through teasing for the time being.


Harry\'s head turned to rest against Draco\'s as his lips parted and his fingers tightened in the blonde strands. He inhaled sharply and finally allowed his hips to push forwards.


Draco smiled at that, voice warm against Harry\'s throat, \"Just like that Harry. Just relax. Just let yourself go.\"


Harry. He\'d said Harry. Why? His body tensed as his back followed his hips, head pressing against Draco\'s as he let out various stronger noises with a second hand raising to Draco\'s neck.


He was purring then, fingers still caressing, kneading against heated skin, trying to wring Harry\'s orgasm from him, knowing that it must be close.


A long shuddering gasp escaped his lips as his second hand flattened against the blonde\'s neck. His head tilted forward as his hips thrust into the touch as his eyes clenched tighter, stomach muscles tightening. A wrangled urge muffled its way from his throat and clenched teeth into Draco\'s temple.


Draco chuckled softly, nibbling Harry\'s lower lip again, smiling just faintly as he spoke again, voice still a low purr, \"Relax Harry. Just let yourself enjoy it.\"


His lips seemed to be unsure whether they wanted to be closed or parted for this as another soft moan tumbled from his lips. A numbing feeling shot to his head as he tensed suddenly and trembled shortly after, shoving is hips into the others\' hand.


Draco grinned, stroking more firmly, nibbling Harry\'s lower lip again, coaxing him into further movement, wanting to feel him when he went over the edge, wanting to taste that exact moment.


His fingers curled even more tightly in Draco\'s short blonde strands as his hips bucked sharply with release. Harry cried out weakly, his body feeling as if it was being drained, everything pounding with his pulse and heated skin.


Draco purred against his throat, eyes fluttering closed, smiling as he continued stroking, milking the brunette for all he was worth.


Harry\'s voice was weak and whispy as he made tiny noises as his hips trembled at the combination of falling over---no--diving over the edge and Draco\'s continuing administrations.


Draco continued purring, finally -reluctantly- releasing the other man, sitting back slightly, just studying Harry\'s face.


Harry\'s head was tilted back against the couch, lips parted as he panted for air, his hands falling back to the floor. His chest rose and fell heavily as he tried to regain thought, but soon after decided he didn\'t want to.


Draco smiled at that, caressing Harry\'s skin gently, more intent on soothing than arousing at that point.


Harry\'s breath eventually slowed down and he licked his lips and swallowed, trying to moisten his desert dry mouth. His lashes hesitantly parted and his green eyes looked at Draco through them for a moment, before they opened completely.

He didn\'t know what to do. So many emotions were mixed within him, so many thoughts. He looked at the other for a moment, trying to figure out what he thought, and what he himself was thinking.


Draco was leaning sideways against the couch, head propped up on his hand. He smiled slightly as Harry\'s eyes flickered open, fingers still petting his bicep gently, \"Feeling better?\"


The brunette nodded without a word, eyes flicking back and forth between both of the silver eyes before him. Who was this? This wasn\'t the Draco Malfoy he knew. Sure, he was still associated with Voldemort...but...he was different. Harry frinally pried his gaze away with a tinge of red hilighting his ears as he stared at the ground, un-needingly embarassed that he was still exposed, but he had come to understand that either the trousers were hexed or -- or he liked tight pants.


Draco smiled, murmuring a countercharm as he tucked Harry back into the pants, having decided that the other man had had enough excitement for one day

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Responses to reviews on this chapter

thrnbrooke
Draco did the counter charm? After torturing him all day. Poor Harry! Can\'t wait for chapter 20!

*giggles* ^_^ Torture? Really? *ponders* *smirks*


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LPhoenix
amazing chapter... update again soon!!!!! truely amazing!!

*grins* Thanks!! ^_^ And I\'m doing so....now... ^_^

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