Beyond Beauty.

It had been almost a week since the wonderful occurrence in the Astronomy tower, and Harry found himself thinking about it so much that he began to slip in his schoolwork. He spent half his time looking for any sign of Draco, and the other half staring at him as if he were more essential than air. He hated that they hadn't had a chance to spend any time alone together, and was beginning to wonder if perhaps Draco regretted what had happened. His worries had made him even more unlikely to pay attention in class, and as a result he'd been given detention by Snape.


After two hours of sorting out potions ingredients, he trudged through the silent school toward the Gryffindor common room, mind once more occupied with thoughts of a certain blond with piercing silver eyes. When a hand suddenly shot out and dragged him into an empty classroom, he was caught completely off-guard, and thus his wand was snatched from within his robes before he had a chance to react. "Fancy that, Goyle. The hero of the wizarding world snatched and disarmed without so much as a fight." Harry stared at the hulking dimwits, Crabbe and Goyle, not liking the cant of the vicious grins on their lips. "What the hell do you two gits want?"


Crabbe laughed deeply and shoved Harry, and he winced when he felt his back connect sharply with the wall, heart beat picking up speed as Crabbe pressed himself up against him. "I think a smart bloke like you can figure it out." The scent of Crabbe's breath made Harry's stomach lurch and he shoved against him, locking his throat against the desire to scream or whimper in fear. Goyle pointed his wand at him, nestling the tip against Harry's temple and smiling darkly. "This will only hurt worse if you fight us, Potter. But, blokes like Crabbe and me like a little fire in our fucks, so feel free to struggle all you want."


Harry squeezed his eyes shut tightly, silently crying out for Draco to come and rescue him as he felt a tongue lick over the side of his face. He jerked his head away with a grunt of disgust and then went still when a meaty hand slid up between his legs and gripped him intimately. "Who knows, Potter, you might like it." Crabbe's laugher grated against his raw nerves and he thrashed, finally finding his voice, but all that came out was a fearful sob. "Brave Gryffindor my arse." Goyle sneered and bit his neck, chewing at his skin, the pain wrenching another sob from his throat.


"STUPEFY!" Fury turned Draco's cool voice into something with teeth and Harry pressed harder back into the wall, panting harshly as he heard the crash of a pair of heavy bodies falling to the floor. He was still too frightened to open his eyes and slid down the wall, pressing his shaking hands to his face and gasping quietly. "Harry?" He heard the voice drawing near, but was terrified that it was just a dream, his mind playing tricks on him while Crabbe and Goyle continued to abuse his body. "Harry....It's alright. I'm here."


He finally forced his eyes open when he felt gentle fingers caressing his hair, turning his head up to look at the beloved face of his rescuer. "Dr-Draco?" His voice trembled as he spoke, and then he leapt up to wrap his arms around the slender boy, hugging him tightly and sobbing in relief. "They were...were gonna..." Draco began guiding him from the room, caressing his hair and murmuring softly. "I know, love. We have to tell Dumbledore." Harry shuddered in shame, then nodded slightly, knowing he'd never be safe if they didn't. "O-Okay...As long as you stay with me."


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Harry leaned heavily against Draco as they left Dumbledore's office two hours later, the emotional exhaustion of having to recount the mortifying story several times was weighing on him finally. Both boys had been collected, still knocked out in the empty classroom, and they had been expelled from school with the possibility of charges of attempted rape being brought by the Ministry. Harry didn't relish the thought of having to testify before the Wizengamot, but knew that it may indeed be necessary. Draco's presence had been like salve on his raw nerves and he leaned into the tender touch that now caressed the back of his neck. "Let's get you to bed."


"Can I stay with you tonight, Draco?" He felt weak for asking, but the idea of returning to his dorm and trying to sleep after what had happened was daunting. "Of course, Harry." Draco's whispered words brought a faint smile to his lips and he felt a slight lightening of his spirit as they descended to the Slytherin rooms. He cast a glance around as Draco guided him to his dorm and then turned his face into his neck when they reached the dorm, swallowing hard. "It helps to be from a rich, influential family, you know. One thing, you get your own room." Harry blinked and lifted his head, looking about Draco's room in wonder.


The furnishing were lush, though not extravagant, as timeless and classic as the boy who owned them, the colors in dark greens and silvers, which he might have expected. "You can take the bed, Harry. I can sleep on the couch." Draco slipped away from him and doffed his robes, hanging them from a hook near the door. "I...Draco, can...can we sleep together?" He bit his lower lip and ducked his head, trembling with the fear of annoying the blond. "Are you sure, Harry? I...am not sure I can behave myself if we are in the same bed together." This sent a delicious heat flooding through Harry's skin, and he smiled at the knowledge that Draco found him so irresistible.


"What if I don't want you to behave yourself?" Harry's head rose and he slid out of his own robes, brushing against the slender boy as he moved to hang them on the wall. Draco sucked in sharply and Harry heard him growl, the sound seeming to shoot right through him and into his groin. "Fuck, Harry...You've been through so much tonight, I don't want you to feel pressured..." Harry turned and molded his body against Draco, wrapping his arms around the boy's neck and feathering kisses against his lips to still his words. "I'm the one pressuring here, Draco. I want you. I want you naked and quivering and twitching for me. Are you refusing?"


Draco's eyes widened and then fluttered closed with a low groan, his arms wrapping to hold Harry tightly as he deepened the kiss before whispering. "Tell me what to do, Harry." Harry smiled and arched his hips to grind his erection against that of his lover, then murmured. "Strip and lay on the bed on your back, Draco." He suckled momentarily at Draco's pouting lower lip, then stepped back from him, hands working to remove his own clothes as he watched the pale blond hurriedly peel away his. Every inch of Draco was as flawless as his face, the lean musculature covered by pale, silken skin, nipples the beautiful rose of his lips and the platinum curls trimmed neatly between his thighs.


"Oh...Draco..." Harry sighed as he devoured the perfection of his lover, then groaned at the sight of his pert, rounded ass as he strolled over to the bed. "God, I wanna bite that ass." Draco twitched visibly and made a show of crawling up on the forest green blanket, thrusting his ass up and wriggling it before flopping onto his back with a wicked grin. Silver eyes trailed over Harry's body, memorizing the olive skin and sleek silhouette, eyes widening at the lack of hair between his thighs. Harry grinned and reached down to trail his fingers over the smooth skin covering his groin, moving toward the bed with slow, sensual steps. "Do you like it? I started shaving after the Astronomy tower."


Draco swallowed thickly and nodded, unable to tear his gaze from the sight of Harry's hand around the base of his cock, finding the lack of hair strangely erotic in a way he couldn't describe. "It looks so sexy, Harry." Harry smiled, lowering his hand when he reached the end of the bed and began climbing up into it, head dipping to kiss his way along one slender, elegant leg. Draco shivered and propped himself up on his elbows, watching Harry with bated breath, whimpering in the back of his throat. "I've missed you, Draco."


Harry paused between his legs to nuzzle at his inner thigh, suckling the velvety skin there and looking up past Draco's throbbing cock to his face. "I missed you, too, Harry. I...guess I was just afraid you...were sorry it happened." He flushed at his own words, and trembled from the feel of Harry's hair lightly tickling against his skin. "I thought the same about you. Guess we were both being silly." Harry whispered softly as he trailed his lips over to kiss the base of Draco's cock, tongue flicking to lick the hot, soft skin slowly. "Ah! Harry..." Draco threw his head back, hips jerking at the feel of that beloved mouth moving over his aching length.


Harry shifted an arm to lay over Draco's hips, holding them firmly down as he lapped his way up to the glistening crown, curling his tongue to draw back the foreskin with the tip, shuddering at the first taste of his lover's precum. Draco's breath came in ragged gasps and he whined quietly, hands fisting in the blanket beneath him. Harry watched Draco's face, drinking in the parted lips, half-closed eyes, the expression one of pure lust and pleasure. Another shot of electricity jolted through him and he wrapped his lips around Draco's crown, swirling his tongue over the slick skin as he sucked lightly. "Yes, Harry! Oh, God!"


Draco fell back, crying out at the feel of that warm, wet mouth covering his sensitive flesh, shudders chasing themselves up his spine and his hands jerking in the covers. Harry moaned at the cries and lowered his mouth slowly, increasing the power of his sucking and turning his head to let the head of Draco's cock rub against the silken inside of his cheek. Slowly he devoured inch by inch, tongue ceaselessly flicking and laving over the hot shaft, until his face was nestled against Draco's crotch. He could feel his lover's crown nudging against the back of his throat and drew back, listening to and savoring the sound of Draco's heated cries.


"Harry! Please..." Draco thrashed and sobbed out his ecstasy as Harry's mouth moved over him, feeling himself drawing ever nearer to the strongest orgasm of his young life. His body no longer seemed his own, twitching and trembling, utterly out of control with pleasure. Harry reluctantly lifted his head, flicking the tip of his tongue against Draco's slit before whispering. "Roll over, love." Draco almost swooned at what was coming and rolled over, automatically lifting his ass into the air. "Mmm...I do love this pretty ass." Harry purred as he leaned forward and kissed one pale cheek, then bit gently, delighting in the shiver his action sent through Draco's body.


He stroked a hand over Draco's lower back and murmured a cleansing spell, then his hands cupped firm cheeks and drew them apart. His tongue traveled from the small of Draco's back down along the cleft to his tight pink pucker, swirling against it gently. "Oh, God...Yes, Harry! Tongue me!" Draco pressed back wantonly, feeling as if each fresh sensation would drive him mad, but wanting them all. Harry smiled and poked his tongue slowly into that tight ring, groaning at the feel of it closing around his slick muscle, wriggling and lapping hungrily at Draco's ass. He thrust his tongue as deep as possible, moaning at the sweet musky flavor filling his mouth, pressing his face deeper against Draco's soft skin.


"Harry! more...God, please...Fuck me!" Draco's arms jerked up and he pressed a fist against his lips to keep from screaming, feeling his whole body alight with the need to feel Harry's cock buried in him...the incredible hunger to have him cumming deep inside. "Lube..." Harry grunted this word as he drew his head back reluctantly, savoring the sight of Draco's winking, wet pucker stretched by his tongue. "Bed...side table." Draco panted rapidly and then shuddered as he felt Harry's finger tracing around his entrance teasingly.


"Accio lube." Harry held out a hand toward the table and exhaled when a bottle of baby oil flew into his hand, though he chose not to think with whom this might have previously been used. He lifted the cap and let a few drops dribble along the crevasse between Draco's cheeks, rubbing it over the tight pucker and slowly sliding his finger in. The way Draco pressed back and groaned forced him to swallow, trying to keep from pouncing the beautiful boy and pounding into him. He added a few more drops and then a second finger, pumping them languidly and twisting his hand, lips spreading soft kisses over the taut, quivering cheeks.


"Mmm...You're so tight and hot, Draco. It's going to feel so good to fuck this pretty ass." Draco shuddered with a whimper at Harry's words and the tendrils of pleasure his fingers were weaving around him. Harry spread his fingers slowly, scissoring them as he pumped, watching Draco open for his touch like a flower. "Ready, love?" He murmured, breathless and aching to feel that slick heat wrapping around his throbbing cock. "Yes! God, Harry...Fuck me!" He slid his fingers free and leaned back, pouring more of the oil into his palm, letting it warm before rubbing it over his cock, growling as it twitched in his hand.


He leaned over Draco, kissing up along the ladder of his spine, nipping lightly when he reached the nape of his neck and felt the head of his cock press to the slippery ring between his cheeks. Draco moaned softly and pushed back, prompting Harry's hips to ease forward and all thought was wiped from his mind as he felt himself slowly sliding into the gripping warmth of his lover's body. He breathed deeply, panting next to Draco's ear as he guided himself deeper gradually, until he was buried inside. His hands pressed to the bed at either side of Draco's head and he whispered mindlessly. "Oh...God, you feel so good, baby. I love you."


"Love...you. Fuck me..." Draco's voice sounded almost lost in a low whimper, and Harry nipped at his ear as he began to rock, thrusting himself gently against the pale form beneath him, balancing himself on one arm as his other curled around Draco's waist. He held him tightly and grunted as he lost himself in the feel of Draco under, around and against him, hips bucking faster, pounding harder at the soft cries rising from his trembling lover. "Gonna cum in you, love." He rasped out into Draco's neck and heard the responding moan, shuddering as Draco bucked back against him harder, and then tightened even more.


His head flew up and he shouted as his cock twitched and his hips slammed one last time into Draco's heat, brilliant flashes of light exploding within his mind as he spilled himself inside of that tight ass. Draco felt those twitches and then erupted himself as heat poured into him from Harry's cum, pressing his face into the bed as his own seed pumped out across the blanket. They remained locked like that for what felt like hours, then Harry pulled out and fell to the side, mumbling breathlessly and cleaning them both, as well as the bed. Draco wriggled over to drape a leg across Harry's, tilting his head up to kiss the other boy softly and whisper. "I love you." Harry stroked trembling fingers through platinum locks and returned the kiss before murmuring. "You're a dream come true, Draco."