Bleed Me An Ocean

Snow fell heavily at Hogwarts, blanketing the school grounds in endless white and falling haphazardly on the bustling students. Everyone was either packing or leaving for Christmas and the courtyard and halls were filled with the white noise of students chattering to their friends. Everyone, that is, except Draco and Harry.

The day found the two lovers in the room they shared, lying curled around one another on their sleeping pallet. Both were wide awake and fully intending to stay where they were until the school cleared out some. Neither one was planning on going anywhere for the holiday; they knew if they left their sanctuary, all hell would likely break loose.

Draco lay with his head pillowed on Harry’s warm chest and as the raven haired boy sifted nimble fingers through platinum locks, he spoke softly. “You know, this pallet has been all well and good for now, but I think we should seriously see about getting a bed in here.”

"I agree. Did you ever figure out how to transfigure one?" Draco asked, his voice muffled in Harry's chest.

"Um, well, no," Harry said a bit sheepishly.

"Neither did I. I didn't even think to look. Did you?"

"Yeah, but it all seemed so complicated. I wish I'd thought to ask Hermione when she was here yesterday," Harry said, a trace of regret at his oversight in his voice.

"No worries. Anyway, it's almost Christmas and we actually had a nice time. It went a lot smoother than it did last time," Draco soothed.

"Likely because Neville was here, too," Harry stated, though Draco was right; they'd all had a nice time. He couldn't forget the way Hermione had cast a suspicious glance at the nearly empty bottle of liquor that sat on their night table however. He was still berating himself for not having hidden it when he had the chance. It had since been confined to the top drawer of said table. Harry began gnawing his lip as he recalled the look she had then given him and Draco. He could practically hear the gears turning in her head and he dreaded the conclusion she may come to. He didn't feel like dealing with being interrogated by her. What did she know?

"Mmm," Draco murmured,"So, how do you propose we get ourselves a bed then?" as he leaned over Harry to rummage in the drawer for said bottle.

"I was thinking that once people get cleared out of here for the holidays, we could go and get my old bed," was Harry's reply. Now that they were no longer friends, he knew that Ron would be going home with everyone else that year and to the best of his recollection, they were the only two Gryffindors that ever stayed over for the holidays for any length. Everyone else had always left the first day and from the commotion outside in the hallway, they were doing so that year as well.

"That seems feasible, as long as there aren't leftover Gryffindors," Draco said as he passed the bottle to Harry who had stretched his hand out for it in silent demand. He quickly warmed to the idea very much and was already anticipating finally having a bed to sleep in. It had been awhile since he'd done so and his back was starting to bother him more and more often when he awoke from another night spent on cold stone with only a few blankets to cushion him.

"There shouldn't be any," Harry assured him as he passed the bottle back to Draco.

"Then all we have to do is wait for this damned chaos to cease," Draco said,"Might I suggest a nap? I am still worn out from last night."

With a slight chuckle, Harry said, "Or we could go for a repeat performance."

"Let's wait until we have a bed to perform on, Harry. My knees can only take so much abuse," Draco stated, grinning even as he spoke.

"That a promise?" Harry asked, his imagination already running away from him at the thought of 'christening' their bed.

"Not only is it a promise, it's a guarantee," Draco said, tracing one of Harry's nipples lightly as he said so.

"Then I will honor your request for a nap," Harry teased, already feeling drowsy at the prospect. They'd been up very late the night before and the racket outside their door had woken them far earlier than they would've preferred. He took one more nip from the bottle, then stuffed it back in its drawer.

A few moments later they drifted off into sleep. Occasionally a green eye or a silver eye would crack open in annoyance as a particularly loud shout or bang outside disturbed them. Eventually though, even that seemed to have no effect and they slept deeply and thankfully, dreamlessly as well.

=*|*=

They awoke shortly after dusk to silence outside of their room. Glancing at the window and seeing that it was dark, Draco told Harry that they were turning into vampires. Harry had only laughed and said that, no, they weren't vampires, simply creatures of the night. Informing Harry that in his opinion, that was the same thing, Draco had smirked as Harry'd started to laugh. It never failed to amuse him how some of the oddest things could send Harry into fits of laughter.

They had taken to sleeping nearly all day during weekends and he recalled what Nyx, the bartender at The Wolf's Maw, had told them about how she and many of her regular patrons had done nearly the same thing. Party all night, sleep all day. It was nice. We're officially weirdos now, I suppose, he thought, somewhat liking the idea as he swallowed a mouthful of whiskey.

"Ready to go get our bed?" Harry asked him as he hopped around on one foot whilst trying to put his other shoe on.

"Yes and just so you know, that may work better if you actually sit down to do it," Draco said, his voice filled with wry amusement at Harry's antics. Already dressed in his now typical black shirt and jeans, that particular pair being ripped at both knees, he laughed softly as he thought of Hermione's reaction to the way he dressed now. He sipped the liquor as he watched Harry and began to think back to the previous day. A look that fell somewhere between shock and unspoken approval had crossed her face the first time she'd seen him without his robes on, which had been yesterday. He'd been wearing a long sleeve black t-shirt he'd found in something Muggles called a thrift store, it had a woman's screaming, lipstick smeared face on the front and written on the back in large, red letters were the words "The Horror of Beauty". She hadn't said anything to him at the time, just launched into questioning the both of them about when their last haircuts had been.

Harry's voice drew him from his thoughts with a satisfied statement of, "THERE!"

Draco looked to see Harry was finally wearing both shoes and had managed to get them on without resorting to sitting as he'd suggested. With a sigh of amusement, Draco asked if he was ready to go.

"Yep," Harry said, grinning, as he took the bottle from Draco's hand and chugged some; he'd quickly became a pro when it came to drinking, "Let's get on with it then."

They made to leave and as an afterthought, Harry grabbed the cloak and told Draco to put it on until they were actually inside the Gryffindor house. At Draco's questioning look, Harry told him that he wasn't sure the Fat Lady would let him in since he wasn't actually a member of the house.

"Oh," Draco said and reluctantly slid it over his head, assuming the stooped posture required to keep his ankles from showing, "Better?"

"Not really, considering how much I enjoy looking at you, but it's necessary so it'll have to do for now," Harry said as he opened the door and walked into the eerily silent hallway. A hush fell over the now nearly deserted school that was at once relieving and disquieting. There were no sounds of distant chatter or footsteps, not even the sound of a door being slammed. Silence reigned supreme in Hogwarts that evening. But he was glad for it, the silence meant a lack of people and that meant he and Draco were free to ramble around as they pleased for a couple of weeks. Their time at the lake had been lovely, but trying to make it out of the school had been a nightmare of stares and the ever present whispers behind their backs. A few more people had grown accepting of them, but it was a mere handful, the rest of the students were still behaving like a bunch of jackasses. The worst part that day had been running into Ron.

As Harry and the currently invisible Draco walked to the tower, he shuddered in rage at the remembrance. They had almost made it to the doors leading out of the castle when they saw Ron walking down the hall towards them, presumably on his way back to the dorms. They thought they had avoided his notice until, after he'd already passed them they heard a malicious, "Look everyone, it's Harry Potter and his blonde BITCHWHORE!"

They had both frozen in their tracks as even more people had turned to stare, some looked at the two boys, others turned to look at Ron with plain shock written on their faces. Some snickered, others muttered things like 'tacky' and 'awful'. Harry still hadn't figured out if they were referring to he and Draco or to Ron's rudeness. Before he'd even had a chance to retort however, a sharp voice had cut through the crowd, "Mr. Weasley! Thirty points from Gryffindor and three weeks detention with me, starting NOW!"

They had whirled to find Professor McGonagall standing not too far behind them with a look of pure rage on her face. Her entire body had been tight with anger as she strode forward, bypassing Harry and Draco to grasp Ron sharply by his upper arm, apparently deaf to his squeak of pain as she began to propel him down the hall towards her office. Then Harry had truly grinned when he heard her say, "Since Mr Malfoy is still technically a Slytherin, you will be spending half of your detention with Professor Snape as well now that I think about it. I am sure he'll be glad to have you." Then she had turned to the two boys that still stood frozen by the doors and told them to please enjoy their afternoon before continuing down the hall with a protesting Ron in tow, who did turn and give them a hellaciously wicked glare. A sharp tug from McGonagall had redirected his eyes forward. Harry had just barely heard Draco's mumbled, "That's not good enough." before they had flung the doors open and headed to the lake.

The Fat Lady cleared her throat and jerked him back to the present with a,"I haven't seen you in ages. Do you want in?"

"Errr. . . yes . . .," Harry fumbled with the password in his head for a minute until he recalled it with certainty.

With a 'welcome back', the painting swung open and admitted Harry and Draco. Once it had swung shut, Draco said, "Finally!" as he yanked the cloak off and straightened his back with a grimace of discomfort.

"Sorry," Harry said as he flushed. He'd completely forgotten where he was for a few minutes.

Draco still looked a bit exasperated, but his face softened as he saw Harry glance around the empty room. He could only imagine the memories he was revisiting being back in the common room. Many of which he was sure had once been wonderful recollections of good times that were now forever sullied by the events of that term. Try as he might he still couldn't stop blaming himself for the way Harry's life had wound up. They sneaked around like a couple of thieves all the time and the drinking he'd taken up as well only worsened Draco's feelings of shame and remorse. "Goddamnit," he grumbled to himself.

Harry's, "What was that?" made him shake his head and say,"Nothing." He wasn't aware he'd actually spoken aloud.

"Well, sleeping quarters are this way," Harry said, motioning to the open door that revealed the stairs leading to their destination.

"Lead the way," Draco said and followed Harry's retreating form up the twisting steps.

They reached the dorms and opened the door that led into the room the Gryffindor boys shared. Harry made a beeline to his old bed and looked it over to be sure it hadn't been vandalized. Much to his relief it was just as he left it. The covers were still rumpled with the pillows askew. The corner of his red comforter still draped onto the floor. He was actually amazed the bed was still whole considering the way everyone had reacted to him. "I'm surprised they didn't burn it down," came Draco's voice behind him.

"Me, too," Harry agreed, shaking his head in wonder at his unmarred bed, "Probably would've if it wasn't school property."

Laughing mirthlessly Draco responded with, "They probably would've anyway if they had thought about it."

"True enough," was all Harry said. Draco noticed how his shoulders slumped a little bit as he looked at his old bed. He looked so tired at that instant that Draco imagined him falling over into a coma-like sleep.

Coming to stand directly behind him, Draco began to massage his shoulders. Firmly stroking the tense muscles, he began to work his way down Harry's toned back. Feeling Harry begin to relax, Draco whispered, "Take off your shirt and lay down." After Harry had taken off his shirt, he collapsed on the bed with a groan of pleasure at the soft mattress beneath him. Draco straddled his naked waist and continued to coax the knots out of Harry's stressed frame. Kneading the muscles slowly, he applied firm pressure all the way down his back, occasionally rolling the muscles carefully before continuing to knead them. Tracing his way back up he would use his fingertips to press the muscles in Harry's neck, rolling them as he had the back muscles. It wasn't long before Harry was limp as a rag beneath Draco, the only sign that he was still awake were the appreciative moans coming from his mouth.

Draco's touch was at once arousing and relaxing to Harry. It wasn't long before he was erect and the sensation of laying on his hard cock was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He began to fidget a bit beneath the blonde, the friction from his movements making him grow even more turned on. Feeling Draco's body rise slightly above him, he took the chance and rolled over, almost bucking Draco off of the bed, but he caught him around the waist before he fell. Looking up at him with a lusty grin, Harry raised his hips and ground his erection against Draco just hard enough for him to feel his arousal.

"It's like that is it?" Draco asked, quirking an eyebrow at Harry.

"Your fault, you know," Harry said, quirking his own brow.

"And here I was thinking I was being helpful," Draco mused, remaining casual even as Harry once more brushed his cock against him. He settled down onto the brunette with an air of indifference. Squirming around slightly, pretending to try and get comfortable, he looked at Harry once more, amusement dancing in his grey eyes, "I just can't seem to get situated."

"Prat," Harry groaned as Draco continued to try and get 'situated'. His movements were a lot more calculated than that. Each time he rolled his hips, he pressed down on the throbbing bulge in Harry's pants and slid himself forward, then back just a bit.

Draco stopped and looked into Harry's eyes with an evil grin and said,"If you insist on calling me names, I'll just find somewhere else to sit."

"No you don't," Harry rasped as he tightened his grip on the blonde's narrow waist, pulling him down and firmly anchoring him against his body. Draco's teasing was a surefired way to drive Harry deliciously mad. He began grinding against Draco with more insistence than before, pleased to see his pale eyes slip shut with pleasure. He could feel the growing hardness of Draco's own prick against his and he decided they were both wearing far too many clothes for their own good.

He unzipped Draco's pants and gazed at him, the request evident not only in his actions, but his lust-darkened green eyes. As Harry released his grip on his waist, Draco stood and divested himself of his garments before leaning onto the bed, hovering over Harry and unfastening his own pants. Yanking them down without preamble, he gazed down at his lover before spreading his legs and settling himself between them. He sucked just the tip of Harry's cock into his mouth and rapidly flicked the tip of his tongue against the sensitive underside. Using his hand to stroke Harry's shaft, he moved much more slowly, twisting his wrist as he slid his hand up and down. He effectively created a varied rhythm that left Harry panting within moments.

Deciding it was time for Harry to feel what he'd always been willing to make him feel, Draco released his cock only long enough to drench the index finger of his free hand in saliva. Harry was quivering from the silken movements of his hand, so lost in his own pleasure that he didn't even notice the brief absence of Draco's lips, although he gladly welcomed their return as they once more covered his cock. He lifted Harry's balls and moved to caress the patch of skin behind them, causing Harry to gasp and shake at the new sensation. He lingered for only a moment before moving even farther and without warning, he pressed the tip of his slick finger inside of Harry.

A sharp intake of breath from above him made him pause, uncertain how Harry felt about what he was doing. Then he grinned around the head of the cock in his mouth as he felt Harry press back against his finger, silently asking for more. Sliding it all the way inside of him, Harry jerked his hips in a pleasured response as Draco started finger-fucking his tight ass. Every stroke of his digit grazed Harry's inflamed prostate, pushing him ever higher onto the plateau of pleasure that promised an Earth shattering orgasm. The feeling was so new and so alien that Harry could only lay back and let Draco attend to his body as the blonde saw fit to do. All thoughts had left his head as he was swept away in a fog of lust and pleasure. The feel of Draco's pale hand leaving his cock, allowing his mouth to descend further down it made him moan the blonde's name in a hoarse whisper. The hand in question snaked up his torso to stroke his firm chest, pausing to flick across his nipples until they stood in stiff little peaks.

Letting go of Harry's now thoroughly slicked cock, but leaving his finger inside of him to do its work, Draco whispered to Harry, "I want you to fuck me here. In this room. Now."

Nodding Harry made to roll himself on top of Draco, then seemed to think better of it. Motioning for Draco to roll onto his side, the taller boy slid his finger from Harry's tight body and did so. He faced away from him and waited. It wasn't long before he felt Harry lift his leg and slide into him. It wasn't as smooth as it was when they used the oil and he gasped in pain that merged into pleasure until the two comingled. Harry was gentle in his movements until Draco wiggled against him, telling him, "Harder."

His grip on Draco's ivory skinned leg tightened as he increased the force of his thrusts, his tongue licking the side of Draco's neck, then moving lower the nip his shoulder. Taking his own hard penis in his hand Draco began to jerk himself off as his eyes closed and he leaned against Harry's sweaty body as he fucked him faster and faster. Hearing him gasp his name over and over as he thrust inside of him made Draco shiver with desire as his own pleasure seemed to increase each time he heard it. "You feel so good," Draco sobbed in ecstasy. He began to stroke his cock with increased fervor as Harry's other arm slid beneath him and pulled his body tight against his.

The dark-haired boy's breath was growing ragged and stuttering as he neared orgasm and Draco didn't want to be left behind. Urging his own body on as Harry's teeth sank into the juncture between his neck and shoulder, he came just as he felt Harry spill himself inside his body. The orgasm had blindsided him, he never felt it coming on and when it did, it left him shaking and feeling weak at the power of it. Harry's own orgasm had not surprised him as Draco's had, but it was still intense and he went limp as the last vestiges of it coursed through his body. Pulling Draco closer, he buried his face in his hair and inhaled the soft, faintly sweet scent of his white-blonde hair.

They lay tangled together in a sexually satisfied stupor for some minutes before they collected themselves and moved to lay facing one another. Smiling at Draco, Harry pressed a soft, sweet kiss on his cool lips, letting his tongue languidly explore his beautiful mouth. Returning the kiss, Draco ran his fingers through Harry's dark hair, lightly scratching the scalp; making him shiver and deepen the kiss. When they stopped for air, Harry said, "You made good on your promise."

"I told you I would. Not only that, but I made good on my guarantee as well," Draco stated.

"They were the same thing," Harry said.

"That's beside the point," Draco retorted.

"Whatever you say, dear," Harry said, laughing a bit at his lover's strange way of looking at things,"I figure it's about time we actually move the bed to its new location."

"Heh. I suppose so," Draco said as he rose from the bed and started redressing. Harry followed suit and after yet another episode of hopping around on one foot while putting his shoes on, he pulled his wand out of his jeans and began to deliberate: should he levitate it or shrink it. Deciding to shrink it, he raised his wand to do just that when Draco's hand on his wrist stopped him.

"What is it?" Harry inquired, puzzled by the look on Draco's face.

"I have a better idea, Harry. Why don't we take that bed instead?" Draco said, his voice dripping with hatred.

Harry looked at the direction his pale finger pointed and his mouth fell open. "You want to take Ron's bed?"

"Mmhmm. And in trade, give him yours," Draco stated silkily as he looked at the pearly drops of his come on the sweaty beige sheets, "We'll even make it up for him so he can snuggle right into a nice, neat bed when he comes back from holiday."

Seeing where his gaze was now directed, Harry also saw the come splattered on the bedclothes. His face split into a grin that screamed malicious intent. Revenge. He said a silent thanks that Draco still possessed his spiteful streak, for if he didn't then he'd never have come up with the brilliant idea he'd just illustrated for Harry.

"Brilliant, Draco, fucking BRILLIANT," Harry breathed as he looked at his lover whose eyes sparkled with cold calculation and buried fury.

"He deserves it. Can you imagine the look on his face if he knew?" Draco asked, a slow smile creeping across his lips as he stepped to Ron's bed, Harry following suit. Muttering the shrinking charm, they shrank the bed to roughly the size of a small table, then sat it out of the way in the center aisle of the dormitory. They then levitated Harry's bed and moved it the spot that Ron's had so recently occupied before settling it gently back on the floor. Draco hummed to himself as he began to make the bed by hand, wanting as much of his touch on it as possible.

When he was done, he stood back to survey his work, brushing a small wrinkle out of the comforter. Still humming to himself, he placed a small kiss on the covers and whispered, "Sweet dreams, Weasel."

Turning away from the neatly made bed that now belonged to Ron, he went to help Harry lift their own new bed and they made their way from Gryffindor Tower, smiling to themselves. Reaching the common room, Draco slipped the cloak back on as Harry levitated the shrunken bed and they left; triumphant for the first time in ages.

A/N: This fucker took entirely too long to write. I had ideas for it and everything, but first my brain wouldn't cooperate, then I got wrangled into helping someone paint their house . . . then there was singing and karaoke-ish hijinks. Of course, hilarity did ensue, but that's not even the point.

Oh, and yeah, 'bitchwhore' is meant to be one word.

Please don't hate me for being so late with this installment and as ever: Review, review, review. Thanks again to all you people out there that have so far. Luff it.