Born in Frustration

~Chapter Nineteen: Things That Go Hump in the Night~

Harry was happily shocked by Draco’s declaration. Before he could respond, Binty popped in, announcing dinner. As they returned to the kitchen, Harry’s stomach gave a loud rumble, which amused Draco. They ate quietly, neither boy willing to broach the subject of evening plans, as it was already after nine. By the time they had finished a delicious meal of roasted chicken, both were yawning from the day’s events and they sluggishly traipsed upstairs. At the top they stopped, each pondering the same thing…

“Draco, um… I don’t think the Dursleys would notice if you slept in the guest room,” Harry announced shyly, pointing to the room directly across from his own.

“Right,” Draco said nervously, heading for the appointed door.

“I’ll wash up first, so you have a chance to settle,” Harry said, turning toward the washroom. “Let me know if you need anything.” With that Harry disappeared behind the door.

Draco opened the guest room door, pulling a face at the frilly décor. He quickly reached into the overnight bag Binty had left for him, gathering his toiletries. Then he sat on the bed listening for when Harry left the bath.

Draco ran over the day in his mind. He was still furious with the Dursleys and planned to seek revenge when Harry was safely out of their grasp. He also wanted to talk to Snape about the treatment Harry received here; if it was absolutely necessary for Harry to return here each year, then, Draco felt, Dumbledore should make sure that Harry was not abused. His anger over finding Harry alone and bruised when he returned bubbled up to the surface again. The fat-man would be punished. Draco would make sure of it.

Knowing he needed to stop thinking about the Dursleys before he accidentally blew something up, he forced his mind to the discovery of his Patronus. He was thrilled that he had finally been successful and thought that the form his Patronus had taken was amazing. Of course, thoughts of his Patronus led him to thoughts of Harry and remembering the other boy’s thoughtful words and insights and the patience he had shown, even while Draco was frustrated, convinced Draco that Harry really should consider teaching as a career.

Draco’s mental wanderings were interrupted as he heard Harry leave the washroom and he gathered his necessities and went to take a shower before retiring.

As Draco washed himself, his mind kept going back to Harry’s words, particularly his comments about possibly not surviving the fight with Voldemort. Draco was upset by the other boy’s pessimism because he knew that Harry would survive. He couldn’t reason why, he just knew deep down in his soul that Harry Potter would defeat the Dark Lord.

‘Harry has to survive,’ Draco thought to himself. ‘He just has to, I need him.’

Draco sighed as he finished pulling on his sleep pants and wandered out of the bathroom. Noticing Harry’s light was still on and the door opened slightly, Draco poked his head in. He smiled to himself as he looked over at the bed. Harry was asleep, a book in his lap and his glasses slightly askew. Quietly, Draco approached the sleeping boy, he gently pulled off his glasses and placed them on the desk. He lifted up Harry’s arm as carefully as he could and pulled the book out from underneath, placing it beside the glasses. Before turning to leave, Draco looked over the dingy room and ratty bed. It really didn’t look very comfortable, despite the nice sheets Draco had bought that first night. Smirking, Draco ran back to his room to retrieve his wand.

Standing in Harry’s door he waved the wand. The bed Harry was sleeping in transformed to a much larger, far nicer bed, with soft sheets and blankets and fluffy down pillows. Harry didn’t wake, but his entire body seemed to sigh as the boy snuggled into his new surroundings. Draco smiled softly, satisfied with his handiwork. Taking one last look around the room to make sure nothing was out of place, he moved back to Harry’s side to turn off the reading lamp. He paused as he looked down at Harry’s sleeping form. Harry’s face was the picture of contentment, a small smile gracing his rosy lips. Draco couldn’t help himself; he bent down and placed a whispered kiss on that lovely mouth.

“Goodnight, Harry,” he murmured as he left the room.

Draco Malfoy was dreaming a very pleasant dream. This dream involved a certain green-eyed, messy-haired Gryffindor, a locker-room shower, and a certain amount of soap. Not just any soap, but that expensive kind his mother imported from France. The dream was going along quite nicely until an annoying noise began penetrating his subconscious. Dream Draco was beginning to get distracted from his very important task of ravishing a certain Gryffindor and dream Draco didn’t like it. The infernal noise was getting louder and louder. The louder the noise got, the dimmer and fuzzier Draco’s dream became until a loud ‘thump’ and a shout completely shattered the pleasurable images and drew Draco completely out of his dream and back to reality.

Draco sat bolt upright in bed, listening carefully. The house was silent for a moment, eerily so. Draco grabbed his wand and shifted his feet over the edge of the bed in preparation of searching out whatever had woken him up when he heard what he thought was a gasp. Then he clearly heard Harry’s voice softly moaning as if in pain.

Draco jumped up and ran to Harry’s room.

Harry was lying on the floor, having obviously fallen out of bed. His legs were tangled in the blankets and sheets as he struggled with whatever was tormenting him in his sleep. Soft moans of ‘no, ‘don’t,’ and ‘please’ were coming from his mouth as he twisted in the bedclothes. Draco watched for a moment unsure of what to do, until sleeping Harry sobbed…

“Please, Uncle Vernon, please no more. I’ll be good, I swear, please…”

Draco knew immediately that Harry was having a nightmare and rushed over to wake the trembling boy.

Draco dropped to his knees, reaching out and pulling the still struggling Harry into his arms. Harry fought, pleading for his uncle not to hurt him and Draco’s anger returned tenfold. He pulled Harry closer and began to murmur reassurances, waking the frightened boy as gently as possible.

“Harry,” he crooned, running his hand soothingly through Harry’s hair, “shush, it’s all right. You’re safe, love. It’s me Draco.”

Harry moaned pitifully as his eyes fluttered opened. He quickly realised the dream had changed and he was being held, comfortingly. Harry gasped again and sat up, trying to pull away from Draco.

“Shush,” Draco whispered again, holding Harry firmly against him. “It's okay, Harry, it’s me. Your uncle’s not here. It’s just me.”

“D–D–Draco?” Harry moaned.

“No, Snape,” Draco chided. “Yes, Draco. Who else?”

Harry focused on the two silver eyes looking at him intently and the soothing hands running through his hair and down his back. Slowly his dream faded and his heart rate slowed and he was suddenly aware of the tears that were winding their way down his cheeks as the memory of a horrible beating faded away.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Shut it, Potter,” Draco said, though his smile belied the tone of his voice. “You interrupted a brilliant dream, you know.”

Harry felt his face redden, ashamed that Draco had once again come to his rescue. But, his fear was still prevalent and he found he could not help but nuzzle deeper into the comforting embrace Draco offered. He nestled his head in the crook of Draco’s shoulder, still trembling. Draco seemed unconcerned about their position and continued rubbing his back and hair soothingly, waiting for Harry to calm.

They stayed that way for long minutes before either boy spoke again.

“Come on,” Draco said finally, “let’s get you back to bed, yeah?” Tightening his embrace one more time, he began to help Harry up off the floor and back onto the bed.

Harry gave Draco a shocked look as he climbed into the bed. “Draco, what happened to my bed?” he asked.

“I didn’t like it,” Draco stated simply. “It wasn’t fit for a troll, Harry.”

“Yes, but…”

“You can Transfigure it back when the Muggles return,” Draco cut Harry off as he pushed Harry down into the pillows. “Now shift over,” Draco demanded.

“Shift…”

“Yes, shift over, make room for me.”

“What?” Harry squeaked.

“Are you aware of your tendency to squeak when nervous, Potter?” Draco said teasingly. “If I don’t sleep in here, I’ll be tearing across the hall every time I hear you snore. Now, move over.”

Reluctantly, Harry moved to the opposite side of the bed; suddenly glad that Draco had Transfigured a larger one, as Harry had never, ever slept with another person in the same bed before. He was sure his face was redder then it had ever been, but if Draco noticed his nervousness, he didn’t comment, he simply climbed into the bed beside Harry and pulled the covers over the two of them.

Harry lay completely still, as far to the opposite side of the bed as he could get. He was sure he was holding his breath and was terrified to move, fearing his wayward limbs might brush up against the other boy. Draco, however, had other plans and he lazily rolled over onto his side facing Harry until the boy could feel Draco’s eyes watching him and the blonde’s breath against the side of his face.

“Harry,” Draco said suddenly, “look at me.”

Harry’s breath, which he was indeed holding, hitched painfully as he turned his head to look at the blonde.

Draco studied Harry for a few moments before asking, “Do I make you nervous?”

Harry felt his eyes widen as he nodded his head in the affirmative.

Draco reached his hand up and gently stroked Harry’s cheek. “I would never harm you intentionally, Harry,” he said soothingly. He opened his arms and motioned for Harry to move toward him. “Come here…”

Harry, though he was sure he did not will it, found himself rolling over toward Draco. He felt those strong arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him tightly against a very bare, smooth chest. To his utter shock and amazement, he felt his body move in and snuggle against the warm, strong chest as his breath finally escaped his lips in a longing sigh.

Draco held still for a moment before his hands began to wander, running along Harry’s spine then trailing back up his flanks, he nestled his face into the unruly, black locks and breathed Harry’s scent deeply. Boldly, Harry’s arms snaked their way around Draco’s waist, though Harry had no clue what to do next. Slowly, Draco began to kiss Harry, first his forehead, then his eyelids, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, and finally his lips. Harry melted into the kiss, his body fitting perfectly into the crook of Draco’s embrace.

Quiet sounds of lips and moans could be heard from both boys. Neither rushing, each waiting…

Draco licked along the crease of Harry’s mouth, teasing it to open for him. Harry had never kissed anyone like this before, lying in a bed of tangled limbs, and he gasped in surprise. Draco seized his chance and plunged his tongue into the soft velvet of Harry’s open mouth. It was as heavenly as their first kiss. Everything Draco had ever dreamed a kiss could be. The body against his was warm, inviting, filled with love. Yes, love. Draco could feel the love that Harry contained inside of him, rolling off like waves of warm breezes. It was as if Harry had a light inside that never shut off, always burning, and offering comfort to those who could find it.

The kiss began to deepen and their hands sought out more to touch. Harry finding his courage, began seeking out and feeling the other boy’s body beside him. Mimicking the motions of Draco’s hands, they caressed each other’s chest and back and stomachs. Heat and blood pooling in their groins, Draco shifted his hands to Harry’s firm arse and pulling their hips together, undulating his hard, silk covered cock against the other boy.

Harry had never felt such a thing in his life. Sparks chased their way across his eyes and he broke the kiss, throwing his head back and moaning loudly. Draco saw the exposed neck and captured it, sucking his way down along the pulse point, pausing and nipping at the tender flesh to mark the other boy as his own.

Harry became caught up in the sensations being wrought by Draco. He enthusiastically rubbed his erection against the other boy. A wonderful dance began between the two, a dance of lips and hands and hips. Each erotic movement copied by the other, overflowing one on top of the next. Lips seeking erect nipples and new places to taste and suck, hands grasping, pulling and rubbing. Faster and faster their hips moved against each other, the cloth between them becoming more and more damp. Groaning and sucking and creaking bed springs were becoming louder and quicker. Harry thought he would faint from the feeling pooling in his nether regions. Wanking had never felt so delicious.

Draco’s hands finally stilled on Harry's bottom, gripping him tightly as their pace became even more frantic, they were so close it seemed as if any second now they would fall over the edge. Hotter, harder, wetter, on and on it went. Sweat soaked skin slid against sweat soaked skin. Groaning, moaning, gasping, reaching, harder and harder, closer, so closer until…

Two pleasured shouts…

“HARRY!”

“DRACO!”