Hard Time

Chapter Nineteen: A New Day


Harry woke when the first beams of sunlight hit his face through a small slit in the curtains. He felt warm, rested, and naked. Naked, and not alone, with the body pressed up against him, or the arm flung across his chest. Draco. Again.

What does it mean? Harry asked himself, looking down at the blurry image of Draco's face, pointed features muted into soft fuzzy shapes. Why had Draco insisted on the sex, as well as the sleeping arrangements, when the first day he'd seemed so skittish? He could feel the rise and fall of Draco's ribcage against his side, breathing slow and deep. It took extreme agility to reach with Harry's free hand towards the night stand for his glasses. Yes, Draco had a good point. If they were going to wake up every morning like this, getting his eyes fixed might be a good thing. He wanted to be able to see more than a blurry haze.

Not surprisingly, the movement caused Draco to stir a little, arm moving down Harry's stomach to his hips, fingers brushing over Harry's cock. Harry bit his lip, trying to keep silent; he was already half hard with a morning woody, and the unintentional touches were only strengthening that erection. Memories of last night flooded his mind and he squirmed a little, heat rushing through him. His arse was still a little sore. It was a feeling that was surprisingly enjoyable.

Draco moved again, fingers clenching, arm tightening around Harry, and this time Harry couldn't quite hold back the soft moan. He really was trying to be good, but the more time they spent together, the more difficult it became. Despite last night's sex, he wanted Draco, with a ferocity that was almost frightening. He'd never felt this way, this instant sexual need, with anyone before. It wasn't just a few butterflies in his stomach like it had been looking at Cedric. It was a full swarm.

When next Harry looked at Draco's face, he found that Draco was awake, blinking sleepily, and the movement of his hand was no longer erratic, rubbing at the skin just to the side of Harry's groin. There was a small, thoughtful smile on Draco's face. He looked peaceful, possibly for the first time ever that Harry had seen. "Morning," Harry said softly, afraid to break the moment of quiet between them. He hoped Draco wouldn't try to steal his wand again. Or run away.

Thankfully, Draco didn't seem inclined to do either at the moment. He just looked at Harry, letting his gaze wander over Harry's body, only half covered by the blankets. "Morning," Draco said in a low tone that set Harry's veins thrumming. Draco moved his hand, and very deliberately brushed his fingers over Harry's erection. Harry let out his breath in a whoosh of air. He couldn't possibly want--again?

Harry tried to move, for what reason he wasn't really certain--only that the more Draco did to him, the stronger the feelings of connection between them tugged at his heart. He wasn't sure he was ready for things to get this intense. But as he tried shifting away, Draco's hand closed fast around the shaft, and Harry stilled. Couldn't exactly escape while Draco had his bits in hand. In a shaking voice, Harry asked, "Why are you touching me?"

Draco snorted in amusement. "Because it feels good. It's not like I have any pressing tasks today. What, do you have to run off for more errands?" He squeezed Harry's balls. Another surge of hot need flowed through him.

Harry had to admit Draco had a point. His only requirement today was getting Draco to talk. The more comfortable he could make Draco, the better. And bloody hell, but he wanted to do more. He just wasn't sure how much Draco would let him do. "I want . . ." Harry swallowed hard, cheeks burning. If he didn't admit it now, he might not admit it ever. "I want to suck you off."

The colour of Draco's eyes darkened dramatically, and he stared at Harry with increased interest. "Really," he drawled, beginning to stroke Harry slowly, sliding up closer alongside him. "I think that could be arranged." Then he was on top of Harry, hand trapped between them, and kissing Harry's mouth, coaxing Harry's mouth open, teeth grazing Harry's bottom lip. Harry groaned shamelessly.

Draco broke off the kiss, staring at Harry with a heat that seemed to make his eyes glow. "I have an idea. Stay put--I'll turn around." He pulled the blankets down to Harry's feet, and stretched out beside Harry with his legs on the pillow and his head down by Harry's stomach. Harry quickly realised his intention.

"Is that going to be all right? You said last night you couldn't--" Harry had gathered that someone at Azkaban, Pucey perhaps, had forced Draco to do oral. He'd thought this was one thing he could do to Draco that Draco could enjoy and not have to fight evil flashbacks. But apparently Draco had other ideas.

"I know," Draco said impatiently, reaching out to fondle Harry again, holding his cock near the base as he brought his head closer. "But this might work--you can distract me." He gave Harry a searing look. "Right?"

Even Harry couldn't miss a hint like that. "Right," he said, mouth going dry as he watched Draco's pink tongue lap a circle around the head of his cock. Was it possible to faint from rush of blood to one part of the body? It was very possible he was about to find out.

Harry turned his head, scooting down just a little so that he was in position to inspect Draco closer. He'd never looked at someone, not close up like this before. White blond curls, matching the hair on Draco's head, long slender cock--he reached over and pushed back the foreskin, revealing the head. Draco wasn't fully hard yet, but that was swiftly changing. Fascinated, Harry stroked, watching the head disappear into the hood over and over. How odd was it that he thought this part as gorgeous as the rest of Draco?

He finally brought his head closer, deciding to lick first at the shaft, a little nervous about what it would taste like--but it tasted really about the same as any other part of Draco. Like sucking on his finger, Harry decided, and began licking higher, towards the head. Okay, maybe not exactly, not when Draco began leaking precome. But he actually found the taste rather good. Slowly, he began working the entire head into his mouth, sucking gently. A groan from the other end let him know Draco was enjoying his explorations.

While Harry had tentatively started working Draco, Draco had been slowly stroking Harry's cock in turn, no mouth, but then that didn't surprise Harry. He'd already accepted that on his end it would probably be more of a hand job. So it surprised him when suddenly Draco swallowed him deep, hot tongue massaging the underside, throat muscles closing tight around him. Harry stiffened all over and let out a rasping hiss. "God . . . trying to kill me?"

Draco came off him with a pop. "I'm trying to bloody demonstrate a few things for you, Soft Lips. So shut up and learn." There was a note of humour in Draco's voice, and a tenderness to the way he wrapped his lips around Harrys' cock that softened the sting of the words. Well all right, Harry thought. That made sense, since he certainly didn't know what he was doing.

He tried to get more of Draco's member into his mouth and down his throat, but he couldn't seem to nearly get the depth that Draco was--and that was still a huge distraction, he had to say. It all felt so good he was tempted to just stop and bask in it . . . but he wanted to please Draco in return. No real reason why, except it was starting to bug him to just lie there and experience whatever pleasure Draco cooked up, without the chance to touch him in return. Well now he was being allowed. He didn't want to blow it.

It became almost a competition between them, Draco demonstrating some new trick that sent sharp pleasure that was almost pain through Harry and then Harry trying to imitate things, making Draco pull off for a second, groaning. For Harry's part he was almost constantly moaning around the thick length in his mouth, trying to hold his hips still. He couldn't help his hands, however, especially when Draco just lightly grazed him with his teeth. Harry scratched a line down Draco's back. Draco's hips bucked, and Harry almost choked. Well that was one way to take it deeper, he conceded.

Draco began setting up a rhythm, head bobbing on Harry's cock, taking him into his mouth over and over while working the base with his hand, and Harry knew he was getting perilously close. "Wait--not going to last--" he warned Draco, and was relieved when Draco stopped, though by Draco's breathing, he wasn't that terribly far off himself.

Harry began sucking in earnest, wanting to feel Draco come undone for him, wanting to be the cause of it. He still didn't quite understand why the sudden urgency for Draco to get past all his experiences this fast, but he couldn't deny that he was more than a willing partner for it. He used his hand to help things along as Draco had been doing with him, feeling the shudders go through Draco's body, not stopping even when his tongue began to get sore. It was only a few moments before he was rewarded by spurts of come hitting the back of his throat, which he swallowed almost without thinking. I can't believe I'm actually doing this, he thought belatedly, holding Draco in his mouth while the last shudders passed, and only then releasing him, licking his lips. Salty. And sweet at the same time. Nowhere near as bad as he'd feared.

Draco let out a long sigh, relaxing against Harry, and his hand started working Harry's length again. Without the distraction of Harry's mouth on him, Harry reckoned it would be hands only from here on, but Draco surprised him in the next moment, mouth closing fast around his prick, sweet suction and heat and something else that almost instantly had his toes curling and pleasure racing through him. He sucked hard and fast, pumping his fist up and down the length, and like a pouncing beast Harry's orgasm was upon him, tearing a cry from his lips, making him jerk as he spilled down Draco's throat. His vision whitened out for a moment as he lay gasping. "Sweet Merlin," Harry said feebly. Draco had a lot of talent at that.

There was a chuckle from Draco, and then he crawled back over to Harry's other side, sliding up against him with an arm casually around Harry's waist. Before Harry could even get a proper look at him, Draco was kissing him, hot and heavy, tongue thrusting in and mimicking what they'd done last night. Harry groaned. He could so easily get used to this.

Finally, Draco broke off the kiss, just looking at Harry. Harry stared back at Draco, and almost forgot to breathe. The sunlight was hitting the back of Draco's head, creating a glow around him. He looked . . . beautiful. There was simply no other word for it. And Harry wondered how deeply he would pay for letting things go this far this fast. To Draco, he was probably just a convenient piece of arse, a means to an end. Nothing more. He swallowed, refusing to feel the hurt, though it burned in his throat, in his chest. Stupid to want something as impossible as this anyway.

"What?" Draco asked irritably, and the look that had been on his face, that beautiful open vulnerability, closed shut again and became the customary scowl. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing," Harry immediately said, blushing, wondering what kind of look must have been on his face. Adoration, perhaps. Whatever it was, it had obviously sparked Draco's suspicious nature. He dragged a hand through his hair; he must look a fright right now. "I guess we should think about getting up at some point here." What he really wanted to say was 'do you have any feelings for me?' Of course he wasn't about to take that risk. Things were fragile enough between them.

"What are we doing today?" Draco stretched languidly, looking around the room. "I'm thirsty. Call Kreacher."

While they were both naked in bed? But Harry reckoned house elves saw everything. He pulled the sheet to at least half cover himself, ignoring Draco's rolled eyes, and called for Kreacher, asking for water. Kreacher nodded, barely glancing at the two of them, and vanished with a pop. Harry sat up, reaching for a nightshirt. "Today my only goal is for us to talk."

He wasn't surprised when Draco sat up as well, looking away. "What do we need to talk about?"

One question could be why sex was so much easier than talking. Harry fiddled with the sheets. "Well, uh, for one, I'm curious why you were upset yesterday--I mean I understand you were upset because I was gone, but . . ." He couldn't quite say it. Was it because Draco had missed him? Or had he simply been bored and resentful that no one was there to attend to his needs? "And I was curious about, you know, sleeping arrangements. If this is going to become, like, regular." He spread his hands to indicate the two of them in the bed. The sleeping together. The sex.

Draco turned back, anger darkening his face. "What, you don't want me here in your bed?"

There was that sense again, that what Harry was saying was hurting Draco in some way. Harry hurried to try and dispel that. "No--I don't mean that! I want it. I enjoyed it--I mean I slept really well. Did you?" He'd liked it almost too much.

Mollified, Draco looked down at the bed, considering Harry's question. He seemed to be debating with himself how to answer and Harry held his breath. The truth, Draco. Just give me the truth. "I slept very well." He didn't elaborate, but he didn't need to; that look of vulnerability was back.

Harry nodded. He reminded himself to just take things slowly, very slowly and gently. "Would you like to sleep here instead of your room?"

Draco looked at him with suspicion again, and Harry actually could almost tell what he was thinking. He was wondering if there was some kind of trap to Harry's words, some kind of dangerous meaning. "I don't know. Maybe. I'm not sure. Why do you ask?"

Harry shrugged. "I just like knowing what to expect, that's all. You don't have to. But you're welcome to again if you want." There; he'd left it open, left it up to Draco. That was something Draco probably didn't get in prison. He couldn't do anything more.

Slowly, Draco began to relax again. "All right. I'll consider it." He stared at Harry with a gaze that was calculating, making Harry want to squirm under the scrutiny of it. Thankfully, Kreacher returned with a pitcher of cool water and two glasses. Harry reached for one and Draco reached for the other. Their wrists brushed each other, with an odd flowing of warmth. Harry gulped his down so that Draco wouldn't see the blush.

Once Kreacher had left again, Harry tried to retrace his train of thought. What else were they supposed to talk about again? Oh right. Hermione's suggestions. "And I know it's difficult, and I know you probably still don't fully trust me. But if it helps to, you know, talk about stuff that happened . . . it wouldn't go further than me, I swear. I'm willing to listen. You probably received a glimpse from my head yesterday that my life hasn't been all sunshine and roses."

Draco didn't say anything, not that Harry had really expected him to. At least he'd said it, and put it out there. Harry felt compelled to add one more thing, however. "I saw at least one thing you went through, when Voldemort was keeping your family close to him. I saw him kill Burbage the night that Snape told him about my plans to leave home before my seventeenth birthday. I saw the fear in your eyes. I saw her body almost land on you. What I'm saying, Draco, is there's not a lot you can tell me that will shock me. I've seen Voldemort do terrible things."

A look of shock passed over Draco's face, followed by several emotions which Harry couldn't quite identify. He hoped that relief flashed briefly among them; his aim was to show Draco that he wasn't alone. "I didn't know that," Draco said quietly. Perhaps it would take him time to digest that. Draco gave Harry a thoughtful look. "I'll think about it. The talking--and the sleeping arrangements."

Draco stood up and reached over to the floor for his own pyjamas. "So who has the shower first? I think I should." There was a little smile on his face, which let Harry know that whatever their troubles, at least he hadn't mucked things up entirely yet.

"We could share," Harry said coyly. He couldn't believe he'd actually said that, but when he saw the look of warmth on Draco's face, he was suddenly glad he had.

"Yes, we could." Draco didn't bother to put on any clothes, but sauntered towards the door, throwing a sultry look over his shoulder for Harry to come follow. Harry's mouth went dry.

They might never get to any actual talk today, Harry decided as he scrambled to catch up. But it felt like something was happening, just the same.

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TBC

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