Hidden desires

Still no smut, but I\'m gettting there


They stopped in front of a wall on the fifth floor and Draco’s eyebrow rose questioningly. Harry stood there grinning and thinking hard for a moment, then he said “Behind this wall is the room of requirement, whatever you wish for will appear in it.” With that a door suddenly came into sight and the newly dark wizard opened it and motioned for his old nemesis to walk ahead. Draco entered, took a few steps inside and stopped in shock.

There was a huge Jacuzzi in the middle of the room, it’s steaming water creating a dreamy atmosphere all around. The mist that rose from the foamy water smelled of vanilla and almond blossoms, just like Draco’s uniquely for him mixed shower gel. The Slytherin stared at the many candles around the room, then silvery eyes fell on the biggest bed he’d ever seen, and for a Malfoy that meant something. A four posted, dark mahogany bed with dark green silk linen. Draco swallowed, suddenly the situation fully penetrated his mind.

Harry noticed the tenseness that befell his soon to be lover’s body and he stepped up to him. Gently he said “Come on, let’s take a soak. I don’t know about you, but I feel like I have to wash away seven year old dirt.”
And with that he turned around and began to pull his clothes off. He felt somehow divided concerning the blonde. The dark wizard in Harry demanded to take what he’d wanted for so long, and while he had no problems with doing exactly that with others, there was something else inside of him that lived only for Draco. It was this part, that ordered him to give the young man space, not to just rape him like an animal. Unnecessary cruelness was not the dark-haired man’s nature, if necessary he was able to torture and even kill but it wasn’t needed here. The former golden boy wasn’t sure he could ever hurt the Slytherin prince. Again he frowned, such a weakness should be eliminated and not cosseted. But he shook his head in denial. Never. Not Draco.

Harry was soon done and walked directly into the Jacuzzi, closing his eyes in bliss and sighing. Only when he heard a slight splashing sound that indicated that somebody else had sat down did he open his green orbs. To find that he couldn’t see a thing. Confused he frowned as suddenly a cute giggling sounded from a few feet before him. He smiled automatically at the sound and then Draco spoke “Pull your glasses off, they’re totally misted up.” Harry laughed slightly embarrassed, “Right” He pulled them off and his hand went to his wand which he’d laid on the side of the Jacuzzi. Pointing it at his face he said “Occus reparo” With the flick of his wrist his short sightedness vanished.

And Harry opened his green eyes to a most amazing sight: A naked Draco Malfoy sat across from him. The heat having a flushing effect on his pale skin. Sweaty strands clinging to his rosy face, gleaming eyes mustering him in amusement. The emerald colour of the famous Potter eyes darkened into a passion filled deep green as they lazily glide over the perfect features in front of him. Draco had a dancer statue, slim, but muscled, there was an androgyny in his finely cut face structure that was belied by his strong biceps and trim waist Harry felt as if he’d captured a fallen angel,… a bloodied fallen angel, he added as he took in the way Draco’s skin shimmered unevenly in the candles’ light.

There were scars. Scars, all over Malfoy’s arms, right down to his wrist. And more on his chest, but while the one’s on his arms were fine, white rivers that seemed to flow downwards, strangely beautiful in their morbidity; the scars on his chest were irregular, coming from the top, from the right or the left side. Criss crossing over the lean but wide form of the Slytherin.
Their width and tearing traces spoke of only one possible origin: a whip, and a vicious one at that.
Fury, pain and sadness flooded Harry’s mind as he thought of his Dragon being abused in this way, being hurt. Harry had his suspicions about who did this. He’d had them since he saw the way Lucius Malfoy treated his son for the first time in Diagon Alley’s book shop. And he’d thought he had it bad with the Dursley’s, they at least didn’t have whips and probably curses too, to torture him, they only used their hands now and then. But this…

“You know, you should always inspect the goods before you buy them. They could be spoiled.” The blonde’s cold voice jerked the former Golden boy out of his thoughts of illogical guilt and pain. His head whipped up while Draco crossed his arms defensively in front of him. Blank grey eyes watched him dispassionately, the fire he so admired was nowhere to be seen. It took a while for the words to register after which he gasped. These two sentences revealed where exactly the scars on the boy’s arms came from. The self hatred was obvious, despite the unemotional tone.
But Draco only took his unresponsiveness as a confirmation of whatever went through his mind. He’d unconsciously moved to the corner of the Jacuzzi, pressing his back into the wall he let his tongue do what he did best, or at least tried to, but he’d never felt as miserable as in this moment.

Here he was naked in front of his worst enemy, the most desirable man he’d ever met, who’d wanted him, really seemed to want him, but now, that he saw how he really was behind all his armour of viciousness and luxury, he was of course repelled. Never had Draco wanted to see that expression of disgust on a person’s face when looking at his body. That was the foremost reason for him to never let anybody close enough to do so. He swallowed and his voice finally came back, even though he couldn’t suppress a slight shaking in it.
“Well, now that you see how damaged I am, you surely have no further use for me.” He tried hard to keep his mask in check, but where it had been possible to do so in front of his father and his punishments it now seemed harder than ever before.
Concentrating on his words and looking into a far off corner of the room he didn’t hear the dark haired boy calling his name, so he went on “I’ll just leave and join the others in the hall..”

Finally his rambling was cut off as Harry’s hand touched his cheek and he jerked in mechanical fear of pain. The Gryffindor’s eyes shone even more brightly and a single tear fell down his cheek, freezing the blonde into shock. Which was relieving for the new Lord of the wizarding world. The self degrading words that spilled out of his beloved hurt him deeply. And opened his eyes fully to what he’d ever only seen glimpses of. This was the true Draco Malfoy. Sure he was a vicious little demon, intelligent, powerful and beautiful; but there was more to him. There was a capacity to feel that went beyond what he projected in public. And there was pain. A life span full of pain. He was bleeding internally. But maybe, just maybe Harry was able to stop this bleeding. For once, only this one time in his life able to save what he loved.

“Hush” he whispered and tilted the other boy’s head so that he had to look into Harry’s eyes. Then the dark haired young man slowly closed the distance between them. Pressing his lips onto his partner’s. This kiss was very different from the last ones. This was reassurance, a transmission of caring and an encouragement to trust.
A sweet first kind of kiss that only people with a deep feeling of love could give their chosen ones. After what seemed to be an eternity but was only a minute in reality, Harry pulled back reluctantly but let his hand on Draco’s cheek who opened dreamy grey eyes uncertainly.

“Draco, you are not spoiled, nor are you damaged.” Life came back to the blonde and his eyes began to glow as he pulled away. “Fuck off Potter! I don’t need your pity.” He turned and climbed with an impossibly fluid movement out of the Jacuzzi. Revealing his delectable backside to a nearly drooling Harry. Only the even worse state of Draco’s back brought him out of his arousal enhanced stupor. Quickly he cleared his lust addled brain and climbed after his former nemesis. He realized that this was a crucial moment. If the young Malfoy left now his choice was made and Harry had to keep his promise. He needed to show Draco that he did indeed want him.

Inelegantly but as fast as he could he moved out of the Jacuzzi and grabbed the blonde’s arm before he could reach for his clothes. Turning the boy around forcefully he pulled him into his arms. Both gasped at the feeling of heated flesh sliding together in slippery wetness. For a moment they both stood frozen then Harry remembered what he wanted to say.
Earnestly he looked into the Slytherin’s eyes and said “I do not pity you Draco. I have not much use for an emotion like that and I would never insult you with such a thing.” The slightly smaller boy looked suspiciously up into the emerald eyes of the Gryffindor. He didn’t really know if he should believe him. The dark haired wizard went on “I feel with you, feel sorry for the pain you have had to live through; and I’m furious. If I meet the one who did this to you…” The green eyes flashed brightly in anger and Draco jerked slightly at the unseeing gaze which brought the other out of whatever dark thoughts he contemplated and he continued with a soft smile “I understand, believe me I do, at least a bit of what you went through. But I promise if you chose to stay with me, nobody will ever hurt you again. Least of all me.”

Draco could only stare. There was a slightly dark glimmer in Harry’s eyes which indeed spoke of understanding. The Slytherin was confused by the anger he found in himself at that. Who had hurt the other boy? Shoving these things back into the recesses of his mind he focused on what the young man tried to tell him. It seemed he still wanted Draco. Even though he was tarnished. And it wasn’t out of pity that much was sure, the Gryffindor truthfully didn’t seem to be the kind to pity someone, not after tonight’s display in the Great Hall. But what would he want from him then? Why should he keep him?
And would he really keep his promise? Draco thought back over what had happened until now. Harry told him, that he regretted giving him a choice, but even now, when everything indicated how the Slytherin chose it still seemed as if he was willing to let him go if he so desired. But was that what he wanted?

He felt warm, every inch of skin at which they touched seemed to be burning, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The protective (?) gleam in his school enemies eyes was real, Draco knew how to read people. Living around his father had taught him to be aware of every warning sign that one could get for aggression, otherwise he would have been hurt more badly or worse, not even be alive anymore. His experience told him to be wary but his sixth sense, or was it his foolish heart?, told him, that he was indeed safe with the other man. He was so confused.

Harry saw the frown that indicated the blonde’s uncertainty deepen and decided to act. Leaning down to him he kissed the forehead smooth again and smiled reassuringly at the wide surprised eyes. “Come, let me show you.” He whispered leading his beloved towards the bed gently. “Let me prove to you that I mean you no harm.” The grey eyed boy let himself be manoeuvred towards the huge four posted furniture and sat down on it slightly shivering as the water on his skin cooled. Potter looked around and said “Accio towel” A huge dark green towel flew into his hand and he started to dry his soon to be lover carefully, beginning at his feet.

Draco was slowly coming out of his stupor and stared at the new wizarding lord kneeling before him. “I don’t get you Potter. Every time I expect you to do one thing you turn around and do the exact opposite.” Harry grinned up at him and the pale boy realized that he had spoken aloud and blushed slightly “That’s good, this way you won’t get bored with me. And please call me Harry,..” He seemed to consider for a moment and added smirking in a quite Slytherian way “or my Lord if you like that better.” The young Malfoy snorted and countered “You wish. Your ego needs some deflating.” At this Harry laughed easily, his Draco was back, snarky as ever. Looking up in inquiry he continued to softly rub the boys arm dry after finishing with his legs, carefully avoiding the more intimate areas. “Oh and you think that you can do that, Draco?” He added the name in a challenging tone. The blonde was quite content to let himself be tended to by his former nemesis and responded in obvious enjoyment of their verbal sparring, sighing dramatically “I am the only one who can, you said so yourself, Harry!” emphasizing the name in answer to the silent challenge.

The evil grin that Harry gave him made him swallow nervously and again he cursed his big mouth as the other boy brought the towel to his chest grazing his nipples in a very deliberate way, making him gasp softly “That I said my dear, that I said. Would you like to see what I can do to you?” Not waiting for and answer he pushed the smaller figure back onto the wide bed following immediately and laying down beside him, throwing the towel away and resting the now free hand on the pale chest while the other held himself up on his elbow leaning over the blonde’s body. He noticed the nervous swallowing the boy did and the way he hold onto his former nemesis gaze. Quietly Harry inquired “Draco, have you ever slept with anybody?” The fire was back immediately and the boy hissed “That is none of your concern Potter. If you want to rape me go on, I have no choice in that matter as you so nicely told me, but that does not mean I have to spill my secrets to you.”

Harry sighed, he knew that this was going to be difficult but he hadn’t known just how much. Gently he took the boy’s right hand and opened the tightly clenched fist. Bringing it up to his lips he then planted a soft kiss in the soft palm. Leaning back to look into his partner’s eyes he stroked the soft skin hypnotically with his thumb. The motion made Draco feel strange, never had he known such a careful and surprisingly caring touch. “Please Draco, don’t make this harder than it has to be. I already told you I don’t want to hurt you.” The serious tone was laced with a plea for faith “Yes, I do want you, very much so. And the fact that I fear that this will be the only time I have you, makes me all the more desperate. But I do not want to just rape you. I want you to feel pleasure too. I know I can give you so much at least, if you only let me.” He pulled the still captured left hand to his face, laying it onto his cheek. He sighed at the beautiful feeling this evoked in him and leaned into it, closing his eyes for a moment.

Draco could only lay there and watch this for him strange show of affection. Letting the words of the new Lord wash through him, a part of him was still rebelling, telling him that things would get painful very soon, but this part was getting more and more quiet with every sincere word of the Gryffindor. Emerald eyes opened and looked at him intensely “You don’t need to tell me your secrets I just want to now if you had any experience, so that I don’t hurt you accidentally. If you haven’t done this before you will need more preparation. I don’t want to cause you pain. Please, please Draco..” He trailed of softly.
This wasn’t how a Dark Lord behaved, but Harry didn’t care. He could do whatever the hell he wanted now that he was free of all the people who had controlled his life for so long. And what he wanted was to love Draco.

Silence reined over them, minutes in which quicksilver searched emerald green for answers. For any hint of untruth or danger. None was found and so he answered with a clear “No.” At first Harry was confused, was that a refusal? But then the blonde elaborated blushing softly “No, I haven’t …you know.” He pulled his hand away and turned his head slightly so that he didn’t need to see the other’s reaction to this. After all Draco was 19, and Potter had obviously a lot more experience in that matter. But then his head was gently turned back and the Slytherin was met by the most handsome smile he had ever seen and it was obviously directed at him “Thank you Draco, thank you so much.” The dark haired boy leaned down and kissed him gently but with a hint of passion. When he pulled back the young Malfoy was astonished to find that he had taken quite a strong hold of the other’s arms and blushed some more “You can’t know how much it means to me that I can be your first. That nobody else ever touched you. That I can give you pleasure of a kind you never felt before.”

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