The Secret of the Malfoy Name

Chapter XX: Daily Eternity

09/24/1996
‘We definitely have a new winner…’, Harry said more to himself than to Draco. He raised a lazy questioning eyebrow at his statement and Harry sighed. ‘Today has been, by far, the longest bloody day of my fucking life. Until now, the day of the third task had been at the top of the list, but guess what. It has just lost the throne.’

‘Fascinating…’, Draco said spitefully.

Harry had helped him sit against the wall after Hera and Voldemort had left, and since then, they had been awkwardly quiet, each of them immersed in their own train of thought. Draco had been playing with his ring, more out of habit than any other motive; he had taken it off, put it on again, swirled it in his finger… a ring that used to give him a fuzzy feeling, now made his stomach contract out of betrayal, kicking himself for not noticing that if she had had good intentions, she would have warned them where they would end up spending the day. She had known all along, and had driven them right into the bear trap.

What had he done to deserve this punishment? All he had ever done was look out for her, be with her when she had absolutely no one to count on. He had saved her bloody life, for Merlin’s sake! And what did he get in return? A lovely vacation at the Dark Lord’s dungeon. The perfect place to brew a new gay relationship with Harry Sodding Potter, ex-nemesis with a death sentence on his forehead. And if that wasn’t enough, for being a loving older brother, you get a broken leg and a trashed, stepped on and shitted on heart completely for free! Aren’t siblings just grand?!

‘Draco…’

‘WHAT?’, he snapped at the brunette.

‘I was going to ask you if you wanted to eat something, because you didn’t even seem to notice the Death Eater bringing us food, just now. But if you’re going to give me that attitude, I’ll just let it be eaten by bugs or something’, Harry replied hotly.

Draco closed his eyes and tilted his head back, resting it on the cold stone wall.

‘Sorry, Harry… I’m just… I’m not angry at you or anything… I just still can’t believe we’re stuck in here. I can’t believe you’re stuck in here! Gods, Harry! How can you stay so fucking calm! You’re trapped at the Dark Lord’s bloody dungeon! No one knows we’re here, no one can come and save us! And the worst thing is that, if anything happens to you, it’ll be my fault! And I don’t think I can live with that kind of burden!’

‘Don’t worry, if anything happens to me, I doubt you’ll be okayish enough to care.’

‘Is that a joke? ‘cause I don’t think it’s funny.’

‘Are you going to eat or not?’, he asked cuttingly.

‘Sure… what’s the point in starving ourselves when we can get killed much more quickly.’

Harry walked over to him and handed the blonde a plate of rice and a spoon, who looked at it with disgust and with a tired sigh begun eating.

‘Are you just going to stand there and watch me eat or will you place your cute little butt on the floor and join me?’, Draco asked acidly.

‘I’m not hungry.’

Draco stopped chewing and looked up in disbelief.

‘Oh, no. No, no, no… If I’m eating this crap, so will you. Grab a spoon, Potter.’

‘I’m not calm, you know? Just because I don’t let my anger fall on every word I say, it doesn’t mean I’m not worried. I’m not daft, I know we’re in grave danger. It’s not like we’re in vacation or anything…’

‘That’s not what they sold me’, Draco snorted and almost choked with the rice.

‘Imaginary friends already? Draco, you won’t last a day!’, he laughed.

‘Sod off’, the blonde suppressed a smile. ‘And you better start eating’, he added giving him a harsh look and pointing him with his spoon.

Harry slumped next to him and grabbed the other plate and spoon, shaking his head out of resignation.

‘Why do you think he hasn’t just curse us to death already?’, he asked, not touching his food in the least.

‘Maybe he has other plans. Perhaps he needs you for something before killing you off.’

‘Great… I thought people had gotten tired of using me. I sort of missed the attention…’ He put a large amount of rice in his mouth and his expression suddenly changed to pure disgust. ‘Bloody hell! This really is crap! Did they cook this at all?’

‘Keep eating… if you’re lucky enough it’ll pierce your stomach before he tries to take advantage of your oh-so-marvellous powers, which, by the way, I still haven’t had the pleasure to see. Believe me, I thought I’d see twenty million demonstrations of those before seeing you cry, but what do I know…’

‘Pff! Can you believe that was this morning?!’

‘It was a long day! I got it the first time you said it, Potter!’, Draco barked and spitted a grain of rice on Harry’s cheek.

‘Thank you, Malfoy. I always welcome people to spit food all over me’, he said disgustedly.

Draco leaned on him and licked it off slowly, laughing on his inside at Harry’s shocked look.

‘Mmh, salty’, the blonde said, and they both laughed and sighed.

‘So, how’s your leg? Does it hurt too bad?’, Harry asked concernedly.

‘Not really… now that I think about it, I don’t think it’s broken. But don’t expect me to go off running any time soon.’

‘Well, at least it’s something. Maybe you just twisted it, somehow. Where is it that it hurts?’, the Gryffindor asked as he put down his plate and kneeled beside him.

‘Right… here’, Draco said, taking his right hand and placing it on the knee. Harry begun massaging the area and he winced. ‘Easy, there…’

‘It’s terribly swollen, but it’s not broken. Or at least I think not… I wish Hermione were here…’

‘I don’t’, the Slytherin snorted. ‘That little friend of yours is utterly annoying. Besides, what would you do if she were here and I did this?’, he said as he pulled him in for a kiss.

‘I certainly wouldn’t do this…’, he said kissing him back and nipping his full bottom lip.

Draco slipped his tongue into Harry’s mouth, exploring it carefully. A strong hand gripped his flaxen hair, pulling him closer and pressing the other one to the wall behind him. One of Draco’s hands roamed up his spine, digging his nails in the tanned skin taking a hiss from him. Harry’s lips left his and attacked his pale neck passionately, nipping and sucking at the sensitive spot.

Draco felt himself getting aroused and gasped. His breathing was erratic and he could hear his own heart over the wonderful sounds Harry was making. Draco’s other hand landed on his arse, grabbing desperately and attempting to make him sit on his lap, suddenly forgetting all about his damaged leg.

‘You’re gonna make me fall, you idiot…’, Harry laughed between licks, his face buried on his neck.

‘I will if you keep teasing me like that…’

The hand on Draco’s head went down to his chest and then to his back, caressing him all over, sending him shivers down his spine. His lips were caught again, tongues fighting for control. Draco rubbed his legs together, trying to get some friction to his crotch. He gasped and arched his back, begging for some real attention to the friend in his pants. He looked down and noticed Harry was in a very similar situation, so he decided to do something about it. He begun stroking his thigh, slowly going up and down.

‘Damn you, Draco’, Harry panted.

‘Ask for it’, the blonde said piercing into the Gryffindor’s emerald green eyes. ‘Ask for it and I’ll do it.’

‘Just… do whatever you want’, Harry said, hypnotized by those stunning silvery eyes.

‘Ask for it. Guide me’, Draco smirked maliciously.

‘Have I told you how much I hate you, lately?’, he said planting a kiss on his lips.

‘I’m waiting…’

‘OK, alright…’, Harry groaned. ‘Keep going up.’

‘Like this?’, Draco whispered moving his hand slowly up his thigh until he reached the joint of his pants, and Harry just nodded closing his eyes.

‘Now… unzip them’, the brunette said licking his lips and looking down at the pale hand pulling down the zipper so slowly that the only sound almost drove him insane. Draco stopped and looked at him impatiently. ‘Take it out.’

‘Take what out?’, Draco bit his bottom lip amused by Harry’s discomfort.

‘It!’

‘Prude…’, Draco shook his head with disapproval and slid a hand under his boxers taking out his erection. Harry moaned both to the touch and to the sight. ‘Now, what?’

‘Start stroking and… ohh, fuck…’, Harry cursed as the blonde’s hand started moving up and down his shaft, teasing the slit every time. ‘Faster… go faster…’

Draco couldn’t take it any longer. Between the faces and sounds Harry was making and how good it felt to have him in his hand, the pressure in his pants was becoming intolerable. He took the hand Harry had on his back and guided it to his own cock. The Gryffindor opened his eyes suddenly, and begun massaging his member, making the Slytherin moan and curse. Only seconds later, they were stroking one another desperately, never getting enough of the wonderful feeling of ecstasy they were giving each other. Harry was talking incoherently, Draco was moaning and tilting his head backwards, trying to get the cold of the wall to sooth him down.

Harry reached his climax first, screaming Draco’s name between a large number of highly original curses he had never spoken before. As he got closer to his release, he stroked him even faster and harder, leaving the blonde breathless. Harry spread his seed all over Draco’s hand and seconds later, he came as well.

Harry slumped down to the floor and didn’t move until his breath had returned to normal. Draco only sat there, staring at his ex-nemesis fondly. He was damn tired and his leg still hurt, but at least he wasn’t thinking about their terrible situation, about his sister and most certainly not about his Father’s recent death. This was not about what would happen, it was about the two of them right there.

‘Draco’, Harry whispered as though raising his voice would break the enchantment, and the blonde just hummed as a response. ‘Why now?’

‘What?’

‘This morning it seemed like you didn’t want to be with me. What made you change your mind?’

‘I don’t know… being here. This morning I was thinking too much about what could happen. Right now, we better seize the moment we have since we don’t know how long we’ll last anyhow.’

‘Don’t say that. We are going to get out of here. With or without Hera, we’ll making through alive. Understood?’

‘I wish I could believe you. I really do.’