The Secret of the Malfoy Name
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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22,795
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Chapter XXII: A Tender Kiss
Chapter XXII: A Tender Kiss
09/25/1996
Draco woke up early that morning just as tired as he had been before falling asleep. He had dreamt about Hera, a good and innocent Hera, along the night. They had never left Malfoy manor, she was holding him tightly, giving him an odd feeling of sad happiness, because he was conscious that those wonderful times were over.
He fluttered his eyelids a few times before opening his eyes, and when he did, he touched his nose, finding the trace of a tear that had slid unnoticed in his sleep. He sighed and looked up. Harry was still sleeping peacefully at his side, as though he had been charmed and would stay like that forever. Beautiful. He outstretched his left arm, wanting to caress his cheek, softly enough to avoid awaking him. Harry flinched as Draco’s cold fingertips made contact with his warm skin and the blonde immediately took his hand away, but he found a new born smile on the boy’s face, which made him want to put his arm around his waist and kiss him tenderly. He didn’t do any of it, but he closed his eyes again with a warm feeling in his chest.
Moments later, he was asleep again, his mind drifting around the brunette lying on his side. He was holding him, just like he had done at Hogwarts when he had broken down and told him about his sister. Only, this time he wasn’t crying. Harry was stroking his hair softly, with his other arm around his waist. Draco wanted to be kissed by him so much, but he didn’t want to do anything that would break the moment. He nudged his ear with his nose, making Harry look at him. He was smiling both with his lips and eyes, letting him know how much he wanted him at his side, how much he cared for him and how he would never let him go. Those amazing emerald eyes tore his soul apart in a painful bliss that drove him insane. He kissed his bottom lip without tearing his gaze from his eyes. The Gryffindor tightened the grip on his waist and pulled him closer, if that was physically possible, but all he did was look at him calmly.
‘Kiss me, Harry. Please, just kiss me’, he begged, their stares firmly attached together.
His smile grew wider and moved towards just a bit, their lips barely touching, and then put his other arm around his shoulders, planting a strong kiss on them. He let him slip his tongue in his mouth, but unlike the once they had shared, this one didn’t turn desperate and lusty. All there was, was the need to let the other know how much they wanted each other, how much they completed one another, how they never wanted that kiss to end.
Draco felt a soft tickle in his neck and saw Harry’s finger running down through it and then through his now naked chest, though he’d never taken his shirt off. He closed his eyes in delight, feeling hungry for more of that amazingly soft touch, and felt himself get aroused. The tickle drew circles in his stomach and his breathing became erratic.
He opened his eyes to look at Harry again, but he saw the dark ceiling of their cell instead. The tickle was still there, though. He lifted his shirt and screamed at the sight of a large cockroach running around his stomach. He tried to get up to get it off, forgetting about his damaged leg, what made him scream even louder, waking Harry up startled.
‘Wh… what’s wrong?’, he asked frightened.
‘I had a fucking roach on my stomach!’
‘Yuck!’, he laughed. ‘Please, don’t tell me that was what got you all turned on.’
Draco looked down and found his arousal was still there.
‘No, I was dreaming of you, you idiot!’, he yelled hotly and noticed Harry’s amused expression turn brighter, wearing a smug look on his face.
‘You were?’, he asked too cheerfully to let the conversation end if he tried. He found himself blushing. WHY WAS HE BLUSHING? ‘What were we doing?’, Harry’s eyes sparkled, all sleep gone from them.
‘We were kissing and you ran your stupid finger down my neck and around my stomach, but guess what? It was that disgusting roach!’, he yelled to get himself off from thinking about the dream.
Harry started laughing loudly, grabbing his stomach and looking more like a child than ever.
‘Shut up!’, he whined, but he kept laughing. ‘Knock it off, it’s not funny!’, he yelled, but Harry’s laugh turned to be very contagious and he found himself restraining his own laughter.
Harry looked up and crawled on top of him seductively, biting his lips to stop himself from chuckling. ‘Did I act sexy?’, he asked.
‘Very’, the blonde smirked.
‘Was the kiss hungry and passionate?’, he asked closing his eyes and leaning into him.
‘No.’
Harry stopped his way down and opened his eyes surprised. ‘It wasn’t?’
‘No… it was…’, Draco smiled fondly but found himself either unable or unwilling to put it into words. ‘Beautiful.’
Harry’s jaw dropped. He didn’t know what to say to that. The least thing he had expected was for Draco to have a tender dream, even though it ended up getting him horny.
‘Kiss me, Harry. Please, just kiss me’, he repeated his own words. He wanted to experience it again, like a sweet fantasy.
Harry’s eyes looked deep into his and placed his right arm above Draco’s head for support. Their lips touched and Draco put his arms around him. Tongues danced together, slowly, carefully, letting them taste one another as though it was the most wonderful flavour they’d ever known. Harry left his mouth, taking a whine out of Draco’s throat. He planted soft kisses on his cheek, his neck, licking him slightly in between.
Draco was panting, he felt himself grow harder and dug his nails into Harry’s back. His quiet moans encouraged the Gryffindor to slip a cold hand under his shirt, touching him as he whispered words he had never said to anyone in his ear. Telling him how much he cared for him, how he had always know there was more than a cold-hearted bloke inside him, how much he had dreamt of him, and all he wanted was to make him happy.
He looked straight into his grey eyes, which were a blur because of the tears he was fighting to keep inside.
‘You’ve already made me happy, Harry’, he whispered. ‘It may sound selfish, but I’m glad you’re here with me.’
‘So am I.’
They smiled and kissed gently, whilst Harry drew a slow pattern up and down his sides making him shiver. Draco put his good leg around Harry’s, creating a wonderful pressure on his member. Harry rubbed their arousals painfully together, the both of them moaning and arching backwards, needing to take the next step forward but neither wanting to. The moment was too perfect.
‘Harry, please…’, Draco eventually begged between gasps.
He felt Harry’s cold fingers unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down along with his boxers. He ran them across the sensitive skin of his thighs making him unconsciously writhe and curse. Harry closed his fingers around his erection and begun stroking.
‘No…’, Draco whispered and Harry stopped and looked up. ‘Fuck me.’
Somebody else might have considered it insulting to put in dirty words what Draco was asking for in a moment like that, but the desire in his voice gave Harry’s stomach contract and only made him more lustful. He pulled his own pants and underwear down and Draco put his good leg on his shoulder. Harry looked up at him for reassurance and Draco nodded. He pushed himself into him, getting a hiss of pain out of Draco and panicked.
‘It’s… it’s OK, Harry’, he whispered.
Harry moved slowly, not liking the pained expression on his face. He pushed again, a little more further this time and Draco’s back arched.
‘Gods, Harry! Do that again…’, Draco begged.
Harry moved in the same angle, making him moan with each movement. Sweat trickled down their foreheads as their rhythm sped up, both of them reaching their climax. One more hit to his prostate and Draco came, spilling his seed between them, not caring about neither of them having taken their shirts off. With a loud moan, Harry filled him with his and slumped on top of him.
They didn’t move for what seemed an eternity. Their breathings stabilized and they held each other as though the only idea of letting go would be like falling into an abyss.
Harry looked at Draco’s grey eyes and whispered, ‘I will get us out of here… I promise.’
09/25/1996
Draco woke up early that morning just as tired as he had been before falling asleep. He had dreamt about Hera, a good and innocent Hera, along the night. They had never left Malfoy manor, she was holding him tightly, giving him an odd feeling of sad happiness, because he was conscious that those wonderful times were over.
He fluttered his eyelids a few times before opening his eyes, and when he did, he touched his nose, finding the trace of a tear that had slid unnoticed in his sleep. He sighed and looked up. Harry was still sleeping peacefully at his side, as though he had been charmed and would stay like that forever. Beautiful. He outstretched his left arm, wanting to caress his cheek, softly enough to avoid awaking him. Harry flinched as Draco’s cold fingertips made contact with his warm skin and the blonde immediately took his hand away, but he found a new born smile on the boy’s face, which made him want to put his arm around his waist and kiss him tenderly. He didn’t do any of it, but he closed his eyes again with a warm feeling in his chest.
Moments later, he was asleep again, his mind drifting around the brunette lying on his side. He was holding him, just like he had done at Hogwarts when he had broken down and told him about his sister. Only, this time he wasn’t crying. Harry was stroking his hair softly, with his other arm around his waist. Draco wanted to be kissed by him so much, but he didn’t want to do anything that would break the moment. He nudged his ear with his nose, making Harry look at him. He was smiling both with his lips and eyes, letting him know how much he wanted him at his side, how much he cared for him and how he would never let him go. Those amazing emerald eyes tore his soul apart in a painful bliss that drove him insane. He kissed his bottom lip without tearing his gaze from his eyes. The Gryffindor tightened the grip on his waist and pulled him closer, if that was physically possible, but all he did was look at him calmly.
‘Kiss me, Harry. Please, just kiss me’, he begged, their stares firmly attached together.
His smile grew wider and moved towards just a bit, their lips barely touching, and then put his other arm around his shoulders, planting a strong kiss on them. He let him slip his tongue in his mouth, but unlike the once they had shared, this one didn’t turn desperate and lusty. All there was, was the need to let the other know how much they wanted each other, how much they completed one another, how they never wanted that kiss to end.
Draco felt a soft tickle in his neck and saw Harry’s finger running down through it and then through his now naked chest, though he’d never taken his shirt off. He closed his eyes in delight, feeling hungry for more of that amazingly soft touch, and felt himself get aroused. The tickle drew circles in his stomach and his breathing became erratic.
He opened his eyes to look at Harry again, but he saw the dark ceiling of their cell instead. The tickle was still there, though. He lifted his shirt and screamed at the sight of a large cockroach running around his stomach. He tried to get up to get it off, forgetting about his damaged leg, what made him scream even louder, waking Harry up startled.
‘Wh… what’s wrong?’, he asked frightened.
‘I had a fucking roach on my stomach!’
‘Yuck!’, he laughed. ‘Please, don’t tell me that was what got you all turned on.’
Draco looked down and found his arousal was still there.
‘No, I was dreaming of you, you idiot!’, he yelled hotly and noticed Harry’s amused expression turn brighter, wearing a smug look on his face.
‘You were?’, he asked too cheerfully to let the conversation end if he tried. He found himself blushing. WHY WAS HE BLUSHING? ‘What were we doing?’, Harry’s eyes sparkled, all sleep gone from them.
‘We were kissing and you ran your stupid finger down my neck and around my stomach, but guess what? It was that disgusting roach!’, he yelled to get himself off from thinking about the dream.
Harry started laughing loudly, grabbing his stomach and looking more like a child than ever.
‘Shut up!’, he whined, but he kept laughing. ‘Knock it off, it’s not funny!’, he yelled, but Harry’s laugh turned to be very contagious and he found himself restraining his own laughter.
Harry looked up and crawled on top of him seductively, biting his lips to stop himself from chuckling. ‘Did I act sexy?’, he asked.
‘Very’, the blonde smirked.
‘Was the kiss hungry and passionate?’, he asked closing his eyes and leaning into him.
‘No.’
Harry stopped his way down and opened his eyes surprised. ‘It wasn’t?’
‘No… it was…’, Draco smiled fondly but found himself either unable or unwilling to put it into words. ‘Beautiful.’
Harry’s jaw dropped. He didn’t know what to say to that. The least thing he had expected was for Draco to have a tender dream, even though it ended up getting him horny.
‘Kiss me, Harry. Please, just kiss me’, he repeated his own words. He wanted to experience it again, like a sweet fantasy.
Harry’s eyes looked deep into his and placed his right arm above Draco’s head for support. Their lips touched and Draco put his arms around him. Tongues danced together, slowly, carefully, letting them taste one another as though it was the most wonderful flavour they’d ever known. Harry left his mouth, taking a whine out of Draco’s throat. He planted soft kisses on his cheek, his neck, licking him slightly in between.
Draco was panting, he felt himself grow harder and dug his nails into Harry’s back. His quiet moans encouraged the Gryffindor to slip a cold hand under his shirt, touching him as he whispered words he had never said to anyone in his ear. Telling him how much he cared for him, how he had always know there was more than a cold-hearted bloke inside him, how much he had dreamt of him, and all he wanted was to make him happy.
He looked straight into his grey eyes, which were a blur because of the tears he was fighting to keep inside.
‘You’ve already made me happy, Harry’, he whispered. ‘It may sound selfish, but I’m glad you’re here with me.’
‘So am I.’
They smiled and kissed gently, whilst Harry drew a slow pattern up and down his sides making him shiver. Draco put his good leg around Harry’s, creating a wonderful pressure on his member. Harry rubbed their arousals painfully together, the both of them moaning and arching backwards, needing to take the next step forward but neither wanting to. The moment was too perfect.
‘Harry, please…’, Draco eventually begged between gasps.
He felt Harry’s cold fingers unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down along with his boxers. He ran them across the sensitive skin of his thighs making him unconsciously writhe and curse. Harry closed his fingers around his erection and begun stroking.
‘No…’, Draco whispered and Harry stopped and looked up. ‘Fuck me.’
Somebody else might have considered it insulting to put in dirty words what Draco was asking for in a moment like that, but the desire in his voice gave Harry’s stomach contract and only made him more lustful. He pulled his own pants and underwear down and Draco put his good leg on his shoulder. Harry looked up at him for reassurance and Draco nodded. He pushed himself into him, getting a hiss of pain out of Draco and panicked.
‘It’s… it’s OK, Harry’, he whispered.
Harry moved slowly, not liking the pained expression on his face. He pushed again, a little more further this time and Draco’s back arched.
‘Gods, Harry! Do that again…’, Draco begged.
Harry moved in the same angle, making him moan with each movement. Sweat trickled down their foreheads as their rhythm sped up, both of them reaching their climax. One more hit to his prostate and Draco came, spilling his seed between them, not caring about neither of them having taken their shirts off. With a loud moan, Harry filled him with his and slumped on top of him.
They didn’t move for what seemed an eternity. Their breathings stabilized and they held each other as though the only idea of letting go would be like falling into an abyss.
Harry looked at Draco’s grey eyes and whispered, ‘I will get us out of here… I promise.’