Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper (BP2)
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In His Arms
Chapter Number/Total: 20/44
Chapter Title: In His Arms
Words: 4000 Words
Harry was rather nervous about this whole thing now. Draco kept telling him that he was confident it would work, but just the slight chance of something going wrong made Harry uncomfortable.
When it was finally time to go, Harry was very nervous, but he let Hermione and Mr Weasley Apparate him and Draco to Grimmauld Place and there they stood in front of it, or in Draco's case, in front of nothing.
"I'll just dash off and get Ron. Back in a flash," said Hermione and she was gone again.
Draco reached out and took Harry's hand, smiling at him. He could feel the nervous energy in Harry's magic.
"Are you sure you're going to be okay, Draco?" Harry asked, looking at the house in front of him and then turning to face the blond.
Draco rolled his eyes, glancing in the direction Harry was looking, then back to him. "For the hundredth time, yes." He sighed.
Just then, Hermione and Ron both appeared.
"Are we ready to go then?" asked Ron, staring up at the house.
Harry swallowed and looked at Draco again.
Draco stepped in close, laying a kiss on Harry's lips before whispering in his ear, "Just hold me in your arms, and think of what you will do to me in a bed in there. That should work well."
Harry smiled gently. "How do you know me so well?" he whispered before leaning back and looking Draco in the eye.
Draco grinned and nodded. Then he turned to the others. "If anything is going to go wrong, it would do so inside or on the threshold of the wards." He looked sceptically at the dirty ground, huffing before laying down on the pavement.
"You know the Sleeping Spell, Hermione," he said before looking at Harry and smirking. "Ready for you."
Harry smiled again, looking down at Draco. Hermione took her wand and then cast the Sleeping Charm and a Lightening Spell. Harry bent and picked a much lighter Draco up and swung him gently over his shoulder.
"All right, Harry," said Mr Weasley seriously. "In you go."
Harry took another big breath and shut his eyes before walking forward, hoping and praying with all his might that Draco wouldn't be thrown backwards or worse, but nothing of the sort happened and Harry walked right into the house and through the wards, feeling them as he passed. He opened his eyes again and smiled hugely. He didn't dare whoop or anything in the foyer of Grimmauld Place, but he beamed as Hermione, Ron and Mr Weasley rushed into the house after him.
Harry took Draco down into the kitchen quietly and sat in a chair, holding him there with his arms. Hermione cast Finite Incantatem on Draco to rid him of her earlier spells.
Draco opened his eyes, looking at Harry and smiling before glancing around the room. "The kitchen wasn't exactly what I had in mind." He smirked.
Everyone grinned and Harry hugged Draco. "It worked," he said happily. "I'll never doubt you again, not that I doubted you this time, just, you know." His smile grew.
"So, you going to put me down and show me around or ..." he waggled his eyebrows.
Harry couldn't seem to stop smiling. "I'll show you around," Harry said. "This," he waggled his own eyebrows. "can wait for later."
Hermione shook her head as Mr Weasley and Ron ignored their rather blatant public display.
Draco got up and dusted himself off, looking around the room. He nodded to the others. "Well, lead the way," he said gesturing.
Harry took Draco's hand and led them to the very top of the small staircase that led down into the kitchen. "Be really quiet before we go in there. Sirius's mum will wake up and it's a bloody pain to try and get her to shut up again."
"Sirius's mum?" Draco asked, looking confused. "My aunt?"
"It's just a portrait," Harry said. "She put a bloody Sticking Charm on it and no one can get it off the wall." He pulled Draco into the room and tiptoed down the hall to show him around the various rooms. They ran into Lupin in the study.
Draco smirked, wanting to do something to set off the portrait just to see what would happen. But that could wait. Especially since Harry had worded it as a command, he didn't have a choice anyway.
Lupin looked up when they came in. Then his eyes widened. "Hullo boys. Harry, how did Draco get in here?"
"Hello," said Harry, and Mr Weasley shook Lupin's hand. "It's a bit complicated," said Harry. "Draco knows more about it than I do, but basically it deals with some sort of blood magic and something to do with how infants can enter a Fidelius protected place."
Remus looked at Draco. "Very clever, Draco. Using the bond like that."
Draco flushed a bit under the praise. "Uh, thanks." He then started to look around the room, his attention captured by the walls of books.
Harry saw where Draco was looking. "Yep," he said quietly. "Those are it." He couldn't say more as Lupin and Mr Weasley were both in the room.
Draco released Harry's hand and, tilting his head, began to walk around the room scanning titles. "Not a bad library," he said quietly.
"Depends on what one considers bad or good," Remus said with a sigh.
Harry nodded. "Know what you mean," he said, eyes still on Draco.
"Useful library, then, if you prefer," Draco said a bit on the sharp side, but didn't take his eyes off the books, reaching his hand out to touch a spine here and there.
"Yes, useful," Hermione agreed. "But there's no use looking through it now," she said, the point in her voice barely detectable.
Lupin was watching Draco curiously. "I am certain the one your father has is more extensive," he said quietly.
"Yes," Draco said distractedly, "though there are some interesting volumes here I haven't seen before." He drew one off the shelf and turned it over in his hands but didn't open it. "This one was referenced in another book I read recently," he said, "but I didn't know where to find a copy of it."
"They are Harry's books now," Lupin said, his eyebrows furrowed. "So if you want to borrow it, you will need to check with him."
Harry let out a quiet snort. "Everything I have is his as well," he said simply. "He can look through this entire house for all I care."
Lupin's head snapped toward Harry at that, frowning. "Yes, I suppose he can ...." He glanced over at Draco and then back to Harry. "Maybe you should show Draco the room you two will be sharing."
Harry raised a questioning eyebrow, but didn't ask anything. "Yeah, I guess," he said.
Draco held the book and looked between Lupin and Harry. He sighed and walked to stand with Harry.
"Harry," Lupin added in a casual tone, "I would like to talk to you when you get a chance."
Harry frowned the smallest bit and nodded. "Er, yeah, sure," he said and then he took Draco's hand again and led him back out of the room and up to the top floor.
He grinned as he opened up one of the doors. "I picked this room out earlier, hoping that we would be able to get you in. I've been working on it, with Hermione's help, of course."
The room was fairly large and the huge bed took up most of it. The bed was covered in green, what Harry knew to be Draco's favourite colour. The floor was newly carpeted and there was, clearly, the best furniture in the house. It had a nice fireplace and a big, empty bookcase so Draco could place the books he wanted to look at there for easy access.
Draco laughed. "After the rest of the house, I didn’t expect much," he said. "And green, my favourite colour. Like your eyes." He pulled Harry into the room and closed the door. "So how well do Silencing Charms work here?"
Harry chuckled, clearly happy that Draco was pleased with his efforts. "I expect they work quite a bit better here than at the Weasleys."
"Good." Draco grinned. "Because we need to test them out, along with that bed." He drew his wand and cast Silencing and Locking Charms on the door.
Harry smirked. "Right now?" he asked. "We just got here, you horny bugger." He smiled because he knew he was being a hypocrite.
Draco walked over to the bed, leaned against it, and began to take off his robe.
Harry smiled at him. He reached up and began undoing the clasps of his own robe, his eyes sparkling.
"If you aren't in the mood ..." Draco smirked, kicking off his shoes.
Harry bit his lip, still smiling. "What would you do to get me in the mood, love?" Harry asked, his hands stilling and dropping to his sides.
"Like it takes more than a look to get you in the mood." Draco sneered, but then stood there considering for a minute. "Oh, just stand there for a while and I am sure I will come up with something," he said, rubbing his own crotch.
Harry's breath hitched. "You're an arse," he said before leaping at Draco and practically devouring his mouth.
Draco would have laughed, but his mouth was occupied. The two boys fell back onto the bed. Draco lay happily allowing himself to be kissed fiercely by Harry.
Harry licked and kissed along Draco's mouth, but then pulled back for a short moment. "I know I do this a lot," he said breathlessly, "and I don't want you to think that I don't like bottoming or whatever, because I do. I mean, I like it a lot, you know? I guess I just always leap at you and then I end up topping, but all you have to do is say you want to top and I'll gladly spread my legs."
Draco was panting. He had been expecting just what Harry was saying, that Harry was going to fuck him, but then Harry said that he would spread his legs and it was so hot that Draco wanted him right then. "Oh, yes," he said, "spread yourself for me."
Harry grinned. "That's the ticket," he said and then he rolled them over so that Draco was on top. "Go at it then," he said, smirking.
Draco stood back up and stripped himself as quickly as possible, his cock hard and twitching already. He leaned his arms up on the canopy, looking down at Harry. "Strip for me," he said.
Harry looked up at Draco and sat up slowly. He pulled off his robe and then slowly unbuttoned his shirt, getting up on his knees to playfully and jokingly wrap it around Draco's neck. He chuckled and fell back to the bed and wriggled out of his trousers and underwear so that they were bunched about his ankles around his shoes. "Help me out?" he asked wriggling his feet and giving his cock a few slow strokes.
"Fuck," Draco said softly, and then pulled Harry's shoes, socks and trousers off quickly, throwing the shirt to the floor with them. He picked up Harry's trousers and pulled out the vial of lube he knew that the other boy always carried now.
Harry grasped his own thighs and pulled them and his legs up as far as he could manage, looking down at Draco hungrily.
Draco licked his lip at the amazing sight before him. "You look good on green." He smirked, climbing back on the bed and kneeling between Harry's spread legs.
Harry smirked too. "Good," he said pulling his legs up just a bit more. "I thought you might say that."
Draco poured some of the oil into his hand, coating his fingers and palm. He stayed up on his knees where Harry could see him and slicked his cock, moaning at the sensation and the view.
Harry groaned. "Fuck, Draco, you look so fucking good. One of these days I just want to watch you wank, but right now I want you to fucking fuck me."
Draco smirked and gave himself a few more strokes, enjoying the look on Harry's face. He steadied himself by holding on to the bed with his construct hand and then reached for Harry's arse with his fingers, teasing his entrance.
Harry gritted his teeth and breathed through his nose for a moment. "Can you please just put them in?" he whined.
"Such a pushy bottom," Draco smirked. He slid a long thin finger in and out a couple times, then added another.
"Like you're any different," Harry gasped, rocking against Draco's hand and hissing with pleasure. "More, please."
Draco shook his head and pulled his fingers out, moving forward and pressing the slick head of his cock to Harry's entrance. Then he held there, rubbing it in circles and smiling at the other boy.
Harry growled with frustration. "I'm an arsehole, aren't I?" Harry panted, thinking back to how many times he'd done this to Draco.
"Well, at least the part I am teasing is," Draco said smugly.
"Dracccooo, pleeeease," Harry begged. He thought furiously of something that would make Draco fuck him. "Pleeease, I want your long, thick cock in me as far as you can give it to me," he gasped. "I want you to stretch me wide open."
Draco shook his head, but shuddered anyway at his lover's language. He flexed his hips, sliding forward into him with a quick thrust and not stopping until he was balls deep.
"Fuck yes," Harry hissed, throwing his head back. "Fucking hell, yes." He clenched his arse around Draco tightly and on purpose.
"You want me to last?" Draco gasped, not moving, grabbing Harry's hip with his hand.
Harry smirked, happy that he had that affect on Draco. "I want you to come when you come," he said, letting up on Draco's cock a bit.
"Then let me top, you git," Draco smirked, sliding himself back and thrusting forward again.
"Mmmmm," Harry moaned, moving with Draco. He sighed happily. "Merlin, I love this," he whispered, his eyes closed and a gentle smile on his face. His body was beginning to shine with sweat.
"Yes, fantastic," Draco whispered, finding a rhythm with his hips that kept up a smooth, deep pace. He reached his construct hand to grip the bed beside Harry, while he held Harry's hip with his right hand.
"Please, just thrust a bit - more - to your right - I mean my right," Harry panted, trying to thrust up into Draco.
Draco stopped and held still, shaking his head. "Now you are doing that on purpose," he said, sighing.
Harry groaned. "Doing what?" he asked, frustrated that Draco had stopped.
Draco Summoned his wand and pointed it at Harry, smiling. "I have just the solution for this."
Harry quirked an eyebrow. "What?"
Draco whispered an incantation and a gag slid around Harry's mouth. Draco laughed at the shocked look on the other boy's face.
Harry narrowed his eyes, but they brightened considerably and his cock showed some interest. "Prat," he tried to say, but it only came out as, "Raa."
Draco chuckled and then closed his eyes and began sliding his cock out and back in long slow strokes.
"Racoo, fuu yesh," Harry moaned, unable to keep his mouth shut even with a gag. He thrust up into Draco again.
Draco rocked his hips, amused at Harry but doing his best to ignore what he was saying. He was going to take his time and enjoy this. He fucked his lover deep and slow, not allowing Harry's movements to speed him up.
Draco was torturing Harry! It felt good but he wanted to come. After what felt like the longest time, Harry actually tried to order Draco to speed up, but he couldn't with the gag in. He groaned and moaned and thrust and still Draco kept that pace.
Draco was really enjoying this long, slow fucking. Yet, he could feel not only Harry's thrusts, but his magic was starting to buzz in a way that was distracting. He chuckled and picked up his pace, sliding harder and faster.
Harry groaned loudly and let his eyes fall closed again. "Hell," he said, sounding muffled, but it was one word that he could actually say.
Draco had worked up a sweat now and he was pistoning his hips fast and hard, pushing Harry's legs up so that he was bent almost double.
Harry was crying out with every thrust now. Draco was so... so... so Draco and perfect and good at everything to do with fucking Harry Potter to within an inch of his life.
"Fist yourself," Draco gasped, pounding as hard and as fast as he could now.
Harry moaned and reached a hand up to wrap around his cock and pump messily with Draco's movements. He felt the pleasure building up almost as soon as he touched himself, and he was screaming in ecstasy now.
"Yes, yes!" Draco screamed as he felt his own body tensing and Harry's magic crackling around them both.
All Harry had to hear was Draco's voice and he was coming powerfully all over his own chest and neck, Draco had him bent up so far. His body tensed up with the intense waves of pleasure and then he nearly went boneless.
Draco's scream was wordless as his lover's arse tensed around his cock and Harry's magic spilled over him. He shuddered, holding his weight up with his arms, his head thrown back.
Harry thrust up into Draco weakly as Draco came, wanting every bit of him. "Hell," he said again, more quietly this time.
Draco's arms shook and he was dripping sweat onto his lover. He dropped his head to his chest and looked down at Harry. "I fucking love you," he whispered.
Harry smiled, but could only answer with, "I lo' you fuuin me."
Draco laughed and then pushed himself back, pulling out of Harry and resting back on his heels. "Maybe we should leave that on." He smirked.
Harry huffed and rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. "You kno you lo' iy voie," he said.
Draco shook his head, laughing, and picked up his wand. Harry still laid spread before him, covered in sweat and come. It was a beautiful sight. "Finite," he said, flicking the wand.
"Ahhh," Harry sighed, opening and closing his mouth a few times and moving his jaw back and forth. He made no move to get up.
Draco crawled up beside Harry and lay face down on the bed, his head turned toward him. "You are the mouthiest fuck in the world." He laughed.
"I can't help it!" Harry replied. "At least we're not Muggles. We have Silencing Charms."
Draco smiled. "When your wild magic doesn't fry them."
"Well, I can't help that either," Harry said simply with a small shrug. He propped himself up on his elbow, facing Draco. "What do you think Lupin wants?" he asked.
Draco huffed, closing his eyes. "Can't we enjoy the post-orgasm bliss for a few minutes?"
Harry shrugged with one shoulder. "Yeah, I guess," he said, falling back onto his back.
A few seconds passed and there came a knock on the door.
Draco turned his head, face into the bedspread.
Harry sighed. "And we're not even at the Weasleys' anymore," he muttered before calling, "Yeah?"
"Um, well, nearly everyone has just shown up and I thought you both might want to know." It was Hermione.
The Silencing Charm had broken then.
"Yeah, all right," called Harry, sighing again.
Draco was shaking. He was laughing but the bedspread muffled the sound.
Harry pinched him.
"Ow," he yelped. "Why did you that?" Draco rolled away from him.
"You're laughing at me because I broke the charm," Harry said, rolling after him.
"Me, would I do that?" Draco asked in mock innocence.
"Yes, I think you would." Harry straddled Draco's waist.
"I think your public is calling for you now," Draco said, laughing.
"I haven't got a public." Harry smiled with his eyes narrowed.
"Well, they’ve all heard you by now," Draco retorted.
Harry's smiled grew tighter and his eyes brightened as he slowly brought his hand up, looking like he was going to itch his face or something and then he suddenly scooped up the come from his neck and a good bit from his chest and rubbed it in Draco's face, laughing loudly.
"Eww!" Draco yelled, startled, making a face.
Harry laughed a bit longer. "Oh, please, you lick it up all the time," he said happily.
Draco wiped his face, still grimacing, "Yeah, when it's warm."
Harry snorted. "It would taste the same," he said shrugging, "but I know what you mean."
Draco shook his head, fumbling for his wand. He found it and did Cleaning Charms on them both. "Never used that charm so much in my life before this year," he muttered. "And please tell me there is more than one bathroom in this house?"
Harry laughed again. "You are in the home of a moderately wealthy, pure-blooded family that you are very closely related to. Of course there is more than one bathroom."
"Very good," Draco said, still pinned under him. "Now are we going down to see what they want from you now or do you have other plans?"
"I wish I could have peace with you for ten seconds, but I suppose I should go down." Harry sighed.
"I think you just had a bit more than ten seconds, thanks to the fact that I was setting the pace," Draco smirked.
Harry's mouth fell open. "Are you implying something, Mr Malfoy?" he asked.
"Well, Mr Potter," Draco smirked, "I think you should get dressed before they come looking for you again.”
"You are an utter toe rag," Harry said, rolling off of Draco and then jumping up from the bed. "And now I think I have something to prove later on."
"I am a what?" Draco huffed, shaking his head while turning on his side to watch Harry get dressed.
"A toe rag," Harry said simply. "And a git, and a prat, and the finest piece of arse in the world." He pulled his boxers back on and then his trousers before sitting back on the bed to put on his socks and shoes.
Draco huffed again and laid his head on his arm, watching his lover.
"Coming with or are you staying up here?" Harry asked, pulling his shirt back on.
"Is this an Order meeting? And am I welcome?" Draco asked, frowning.
"Well you are joining, aren't you?" Harry asked.
Draco sat up looking at him seriously for a minute. "I would like to, but it sounded the other day like I was going to stay in the library or something."
"Well, you don't have to and I wasn't saying that you had to. I just thought that maybe, I don't know, like you'd be really good with the Horcrux stuff that everyone else can't know about. Hermione was going to help you and she's an Order member. I do want you to join, though. I think that's the only way everyone will truly trust you."
"Will they trust me though?" Draco asked, but climbed out of the bed and began putting his clothes on.
"It's not like they'll have a choice. I trust you and I know the Weasleys trust you, so everyone else should eventually follow," Harry said coming up to Draco and kissing him lightly.
Draco nodded, more to acknowledge Harry than in agreement, but finished getting dressed quickly.
"You are coming then?" he asked Draco.
"By your side, Harry." He tilted his head and smiled.
Harry smiled too. "Good," he said.
Chapter Title: In His Arms
Words: 4000 Words
Harry was rather nervous about this whole thing now. Draco kept telling him that he was confident it would work, but just the slight chance of something going wrong made Harry uncomfortable.
When it was finally time to go, Harry was very nervous, but he let Hermione and Mr Weasley Apparate him and Draco to Grimmauld Place and there they stood in front of it, or in Draco's case, in front of nothing.
"I'll just dash off and get Ron. Back in a flash," said Hermione and she was gone again.
Draco reached out and took Harry's hand, smiling at him. He could feel the nervous energy in Harry's magic.
"Are you sure you're going to be okay, Draco?" Harry asked, looking at the house in front of him and then turning to face the blond.
Draco rolled his eyes, glancing in the direction Harry was looking, then back to him. "For the hundredth time, yes." He sighed.
Just then, Hermione and Ron both appeared.
"Are we ready to go then?" asked Ron, staring up at the house.
Harry swallowed and looked at Draco again.
Draco stepped in close, laying a kiss on Harry's lips before whispering in his ear, "Just hold me in your arms, and think of what you will do to me in a bed in there. That should work well."
Harry smiled gently. "How do you know me so well?" he whispered before leaning back and looking Draco in the eye.
Draco grinned and nodded. Then he turned to the others. "If anything is going to go wrong, it would do so inside or on the threshold of the wards." He looked sceptically at the dirty ground, huffing before laying down on the pavement.
"You know the Sleeping Spell, Hermione," he said before looking at Harry and smirking. "Ready for you."
Harry smiled again, looking down at Draco. Hermione took her wand and then cast the Sleeping Charm and a Lightening Spell. Harry bent and picked a much lighter Draco up and swung him gently over his shoulder.
"All right, Harry," said Mr Weasley seriously. "In you go."
Harry took another big breath and shut his eyes before walking forward, hoping and praying with all his might that Draco wouldn't be thrown backwards or worse, but nothing of the sort happened and Harry walked right into the house and through the wards, feeling them as he passed. He opened his eyes again and smiled hugely. He didn't dare whoop or anything in the foyer of Grimmauld Place, but he beamed as Hermione, Ron and Mr Weasley rushed into the house after him.
Harry took Draco down into the kitchen quietly and sat in a chair, holding him there with his arms. Hermione cast Finite Incantatem on Draco to rid him of her earlier spells.
Draco opened his eyes, looking at Harry and smiling before glancing around the room. "The kitchen wasn't exactly what I had in mind." He smirked.
Everyone grinned and Harry hugged Draco. "It worked," he said happily. "I'll never doubt you again, not that I doubted you this time, just, you know." His smile grew.
"So, you going to put me down and show me around or ..." he waggled his eyebrows.
Harry couldn't seem to stop smiling. "I'll show you around," Harry said. "This," he waggled his own eyebrows. "can wait for later."
Hermione shook her head as Mr Weasley and Ron ignored their rather blatant public display.
Draco got up and dusted himself off, looking around the room. He nodded to the others. "Well, lead the way," he said gesturing.
Harry took Draco's hand and led them to the very top of the small staircase that led down into the kitchen. "Be really quiet before we go in there. Sirius's mum will wake up and it's a bloody pain to try and get her to shut up again."
"Sirius's mum?" Draco asked, looking confused. "My aunt?"
"It's just a portrait," Harry said. "She put a bloody Sticking Charm on it and no one can get it off the wall." He pulled Draco into the room and tiptoed down the hall to show him around the various rooms. They ran into Lupin in the study.
Draco smirked, wanting to do something to set off the portrait just to see what would happen. But that could wait. Especially since Harry had worded it as a command, he didn't have a choice anyway.
Lupin looked up when they came in. Then his eyes widened. "Hullo boys. Harry, how did Draco get in here?"
"Hello," said Harry, and Mr Weasley shook Lupin's hand. "It's a bit complicated," said Harry. "Draco knows more about it than I do, but basically it deals with some sort of blood magic and something to do with how infants can enter a Fidelius protected place."
Remus looked at Draco. "Very clever, Draco. Using the bond like that."
Draco flushed a bit under the praise. "Uh, thanks." He then started to look around the room, his attention captured by the walls of books.
Harry saw where Draco was looking. "Yep," he said quietly. "Those are it." He couldn't say more as Lupin and Mr Weasley were both in the room.
Draco released Harry's hand and, tilting his head, began to walk around the room scanning titles. "Not a bad library," he said quietly.
"Depends on what one considers bad or good," Remus said with a sigh.
Harry nodded. "Know what you mean," he said, eyes still on Draco.
"Useful library, then, if you prefer," Draco said a bit on the sharp side, but didn't take his eyes off the books, reaching his hand out to touch a spine here and there.
"Yes, useful," Hermione agreed. "But there's no use looking through it now," she said, the point in her voice barely detectable.
Lupin was watching Draco curiously. "I am certain the one your father has is more extensive," he said quietly.
"Yes," Draco said distractedly, "though there are some interesting volumes here I haven't seen before." He drew one off the shelf and turned it over in his hands but didn't open it. "This one was referenced in another book I read recently," he said, "but I didn't know where to find a copy of it."
"They are Harry's books now," Lupin said, his eyebrows furrowed. "So if you want to borrow it, you will need to check with him."
Harry let out a quiet snort. "Everything I have is his as well," he said simply. "He can look through this entire house for all I care."
Lupin's head snapped toward Harry at that, frowning. "Yes, I suppose he can ...." He glanced over at Draco and then back to Harry. "Maybe you should show Draco the room you two will be sharing."
Harry raised a questioning eyebrow, but didn't ask anything. "Yeah, I guess," he said.
Draco held the book and looked between Lupin and Harry. He sighed and walked to stand with Harry.
"Harry," Lupin added in a casual tone, "I would like to talk to you when you get a chance."
Harry frowned the smallest bit and nodded. "Er, yeah, sure," he said and then he took Draco's hand again and led him back out of the room and up to the top floor.
He grinned as he opened up one of the doors. "I picked this room out earlier, hoping that we would be able to get you in. I've been working on it, with Hermione's help, of course."
The room was fairly large and the huge bed took up most of it. The bed was covered in green, what Harry knew to be Draco's favourite colour. The floor was newly carpeted and there was, clearly, the best furniture in the house. It had a nice fireplace and a big, empty bookcase so Draco could place the books he wanted to look at there for easy access.
Draco laughed. "After the rest of the house, I didn’t expect much," he said. "And green, my favourite colour. Like your eyes." He pulled Harry into the room and closed the door. "So how well do Silencing Charms work here?"
Harry chuckled, clearly happy that Draco was pleased with his efforts. "I expect they work quite a bit better here than at the Weasleys."
"Good." Draco grinned. "Because we need to test them out, along with that bed." He drew his wand and cast Silencing and Locking Charms on the door.
Harry smirked. "Right now?" he asked. "We just got here, you horny bugger." He smiled because he knew he was being a hypocrite.
Draco walked over to the bed, leaned against it, and began to take off his robe.
Harry smiled at him. He reached up and began undoing the clasps of his own robe, his eyes sparkling.
"If you aren't in the mood ..." Draco smirked, kicking off his shoes.
Harry bit his lip, still smiling. "What would you do to get me in the mood, love?" Harry asked, his hands stilling and dropping to his sides.
"Like it takes more than a look to get you in the mood." Draco sneered, but then stood there considering for a minute. "Oh, just stand there for a while and I am sure I will come up with something," he said, rubbing his own crotch.
Harry's breath hitched. "You're an arse," he said before leaping at Draco and practically devouring his mouth.
Draco would have laughed, but his mouth was occupied. The two boys fell back onto the bed. Draco lay happily allowing himself to be kissed fiercely by Harry.
Harry licked and kissed along Draco's mouth, but then pulled back for a short moment. "I know I do this a lot," he said breathlessly, "and I don't want you to think that I don't like bottoming or whatever, because I do. I mean, I like it a lot, you know? I guess I just always leap at you and then I end up topping, but all you have to do is say you want to top and I'll gladly spread my legs."
Draco was panting. He had been expecting just what Harry was saying, that Harry was going to fuck him, but then Harry said that he would spread his legs and it was so hot that Draco wanted him right then. "Oh, yes," he said, "spread yourself for me."
Harry grinned. "That's the ticket," he said and then he rolled them over so that Draco was on top. "Go at it then," he said, smirking.
Draco stood back up and stripped himself as quickly as possible, his cock hard and twitching already. He leaned his arms up on the canopy, looking down at Harry. "Strip for me," he said.
Harry looked up at Draco and sat up slowly. He pulled off his robe and then slowly unbuttoned his shirt, getting up on his knees to playfully and jokingly wrap it around Draco's neck. He chuckled and fell back to the bed and wriggled out of his trousers and underwear so that they were bunched about his ankles around his shoes. "Help me out?" he asked wriggling his feet and giving his cock a few slow strokes.
"Fuck," Draco said softly, and then pulled Harry's shoes, socks and trousers off quickly, throwing the shirt to the floor with them. He picked up Harry's trousers and pulled out the vial of lube he knew that the other boy always carried now.
Harry grasped his own thighs and pulled them and his legs up as far as he could manage, looking down at Draco hungrily.
Draco licked his lip at the amazing sight before him. "You look good on green." He smirked, climbing back on the bed and kneeling between Harry's spread legs.
Harry smirked too. "Good," he said pulling his legs up just a bit more. "I thought you might say that."
Draco poured some of the oil into his hand, coating his fingers and palm. He stayed up on his knees where Harry could see him and slicked his cock, moaning at the sensation and the view.
Harry groaned. "Fuck, Draco, you look so fucking good. One of these days I just want to watch you wank, but right now I want you to fucking fuck me."
Draco smirked and gave himself a few more strokes, enjoying the look on Harry's face. He steadied himself by holding on to the bed with his construct hand and then reached for Harry's arse with his fingers, teasing his entrance.
Harry gritted his teeth and breathed through his nose for a moment. "Can you please just put them in?" he whined.
"Such a pushy bottom," Draco smirked. He slid a long thin finger in and out a couple times, then added another.
"Like you're any different," Harry gasped, rocking against Draco's hand and hissing with pleasure. "More, please."
Draco shook his head and pulled his fingers out, moving forward and pressing the slick head of his cock to Harry's entrance. Then he held there, rubbing it in circles and smiling at the other boy.
Harry growled with frustration. "I'm an arsehole, aren't I?" Harry panted, thinking back to how many times he'd done this to Draco.
"Well, at least the part I am teasing is," Draco said smugly.
"Dracccooo, pleeeease," Harry begged. He thought furiously of something that would make Draco fuck him. "Pleeease, I want your long, thick cock in me as far as you can give it to me," he gasped. "I want you to stretch me wide open."
Draco shook his head, but shuddered anyway at his lover's language. He flexed his hips, sliding forward into him with a quick thrust and not stopping until he was balls deep.
"Fuck yes," Harry hissed, throwing his head back. "Fucking hell, yes." He clenched his arse around Draco tightly and on purpose.
"You want me to last?" Draco gasped, not moving, grabbing Harry's hip with his hand.
Harry smirked, happy that he had that affect on Draco. "I want you to come when you come," he said, letting up on Draco's cock a bit.
"Then let me top, you git," Draco smirked, sliding himself back and thrusting forward again.
"Mmmmm," Harry moaned, moving with Draco. He sighed happily. "Merlin, I love this," he whispered, his eyes closed and a gentle smile on his face. His body was beginning to shine with sweat.
"Yes, fantastic," Draco whispered, finding a rhythm with his hips that kept up a smooth, deep pace. He reached his construct hand to grip the bed beside Harry, while he held Harry's hip with his right hand.
"Please, just thrust a bit - more - to your right - I mean my right," Harry panted, trying to thrust up into Draco.
Draco stopped and held still, shaking his head. "Now you are doing that on purpose," he said, sighing.
Harry groaned. "Doing what?" he asked, frustrated that Draco had stopped.
Draco Summoned his wand and pointed it at Harry, smiling. "I have just the solution for this."
Harry quirked an eyebrow. "What?"
Draco whispered an incantation and a gag slid around Harry's mouth. Draco laughed at the shocked look on the other boy's face.
Harry narrowed his eyes, but they brightened considerably and his cock showed some interest. "Prat," he tried to say, but it only came out as, "Raa."
Draco chuckled and then closed his eyes and began sliding his cock out and back in long slow strokes.
"Racoo, fuu yesh," Harry moaned, unable to keep his mouth shut even with a gag. He thrust up into Draco again.
Draco rocked his hips, amused at Harry but doing his best to ignore what he was saying. He was going to take his time and enjoy this. He fucked his lover deep and slow, not allowing Harry's movements to speed him up.
Draco was torturing Harry! It felt good but he wanted to come. After what felt like the longest time, Harry actually tried to order Draco to speed up, but he couldn't with the gag in. He groaned and moaned and thrust and still Draco kept that pace.
Draco was really enjoying this long, slow fucking. Yet, he could feel not only Harry's thrusts, but his magic was starting to buzz in a way that was distracting. He chuckled and picked up his pace, sliding harder and faster.
Harry groaned loudly and let his eyes fall closed again. "Hell," he said, sounding muffled, but it was one word that he could actually say.
Draco had worked up a sweat now and he was pistoning his hips fast and hard, pushing Harry's legs up so that he was bent almost double.
Harry was crying out with every thrust now. Draco was so... so... so Draco and perfect and good at everything to do with fucking Harry Potter to within an inch of his life.
"Fist yourself," Draco gasped, pounding as hard and as fast as he could now.
Harry moaned and reached a hand up to wrap around his cock and pump messily with Draco's movements. He felt the pleasure building up almost as soon as he touched himself, and he was screaming in ecstasy now.
"Yes, yes!" Draco screamed as he felt his own body tensing and Harry's magic crackling around them both.
All Harry had to hear was Draco's voice and he was coming powerfully all over his own chest and neck, Draco had him bent up so far. His body tensed up with the intense waves of pleasure and then he nearly went boneless.
Draco's scream was wordless as his lover's arse tensed around his cock and Harry's magic spilled over him. He shuddered, holding his weight up with his arms, his head thrown back.
Harry thrust up into Draco weakly as Draco came, wanting every bit of him. "Hell," he said again, more quietly this time.
Draco's arms shook and he was dripping sweat onto his lover. He dropped his head to his chest and looked down at Harry. "I fucking love you," he whispered.
Harry smiled, but could only answer with, "I lo' you fuuin me."
Draco laughed and then pushed himself back, pulling out of Harry and resting back on his heels. "Maybe we should leave that on." He smirked.
Harry huffed and rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. "You kno you lo' iy voie," he said.
Draco shook his head, laughing, and picked up his wand. Harry still laid spread before him, covered in sweat and come. It was a beautiful sight. "Finite," he said, flicking the wand.
"Ahhh," Harry sighed, opening and closing his mouth a few times and moving his jaw back and forth. He made no move to get up.
Draco crawled up beside Harry and lay face down on the bed, his head turned toward him. "You are the mouthiest fuck in the world." He laughed.
"I can't help it!" Harry replied. "At least we're not Muggles. We have Silencing Charms."
Draco smiled. "When your wild magic doesn't fry them."
"Well, I can't help that either," Harry said simply with a small shrug. He propped himself up on his elbow, facing Draco. "What do you think Lupin wants?" he asked.
Draco huffed, closing his eyes. "Can't we enjoy the post-orgasm bliss for a few minutes?"
Harry shrugged with one shoulder. "Yeah, I guess," he said, falling back onto his back.
A few seconds passed and there came a knock on the door.
Draco turned his head, face into the bedspread.
Harry sighed. "And we're not even at the Weasleys' anymore," he muttered before calling, "Yeah?"
"Um, well, nearly everyone has just shown up and I thought you both might want to know." It was Hermione.
The Silencing Charm had broken then.
"Yeah, all right," called Harry, sighing again.
Draco was shaking. He was laughing but the bedspread muffled the sound.
Harry pinched him.
"Ow," he yelped. "Why did you that?" Draco rolled away from him.
"You're laughing at me because I broke the charm," Harry said, rolling after him.
"Me, would I do that?" Draco asked in mock innocence.
"Yes, I think you would." Harry straddled Draco's waist.
"I think your public is calling for you now," Draco said, laughing.
"I haven't got a public." Harry smiled with his eyes narrowed.
"Well, they’ve all heard you by now," Draco retorted.
Harry's smiled grew tighter and his eyes brightened as he slowly brought his hand up, looking like he was going to itch his face or something and then he suddenly scooped up the come from his neck and a good bit from his chest and rubbed it in Draco's face, laughing loudly.
"Eww!" Draco yelled, startled, making a face.
Harry laughed a bit longer. "Oh, please, you lick it up all the time," he said happily.
Draco wiped his face, still grimacing, "Yeah, when it's warm."
Harry snorted. "It would taste the same," he said shrugging, "but I know what you mean."
Draco shook his head, fumbling for his wand. He found it and did Cleaning Charms on them both. "Never used that charm so much in my life before this year," he muttered. "And please tell me there is more than one bathroom in this house?"
Harry laughed again. "You are in the home of a moderately wealthy, pure-blooded family that you are very closely related to. Of course there is more than one bathroom."
"Very good," Draco said, still pinned under him. "Now are we going down to see what they want from you now or do you have other plans?"
"I wish I could have peace with you for ten seconds, but I suppose I should go down." Harry sighed.
"I think you just had a bit more than ten seconds, thanks to the fact that I was setting the pace," Draco smirked.
Harry's mouth fell open. "Are you implying something, Mr Malfoy?" he asked.
"Well, Mr Potter," Draco smirked, "I think you should get dressed before they come looking for you again.”
"You are an utter toe rag," Harry said, rolling off of Draco and then jumping up from the bed. "And now I think I have something to prove later on."
"I am a what?" Draco huffed, shaking his head while turning on his side to watch Harry get dressed.
"A toe rag," Harry said simply. "And a git, and a prat, and the finest piece of arse in the world." He pulled his boxers back on and then his trousers before sitting back on the bed to put on his socks and shoes.
Draco huffed again and laid his head on his arm, watching his lover.
"Coming with or are you staying up here?" Harry asked, pulling his shirt back on.
"Is this an Order meeting? And am I welcome?" Draco asked, frowning.
"Well you are joining, aren't you?" Harry asked.
Draco sat up looking at him seriously for a minute. "I would like to, but it sounded the other day like I was going to stay in the library or something."
"Well, you don't have to and I wasn't saying that you had to. I just thought that maybe, I don't know, like you'd be really good with the Horcrux stuff that everyone else can't know about. Hermione was going to help you and she's an Order member. I do want you to join, though. I think that's the only way everyone will truly trust you."
"Will they trust me though?" Draco asked, but climbed out of the bed and began putting his clothes on.
"It's not like they'll have a choice. I trust you and I know the Weasleys trust you, so everyone else should eventually follow," Harry said coming up to Draco and kissing him lightly.
Draco nodded, more to acknowledge Harry than in agreement, but finished getting dressed quickly.
"You are coming then?" he asked Draco.
"By your side, Harry." He tilted his head and smiled.
Harry smiled too. "Good," he said.