Wicked

Thanks for reading and for your reviews! Seems like I´m getting used to reply like this, so here goes:

SilverLion: Yeah, you´re right- nothing like a stuffed toy in times of need! =)
Shex: Hm, interesting idea! I´ll keep that in mind!
thrnbrooke: Yeah, Ron often is underestimated or portrayed as a complete dunderhead, which doesn´t do him justice, especially compared with the books.
omnni: Here it is!
Shigure-san: I am very sorry to hear that you had a similar experience, I think it´s very brave of your to deal with it like you do, reading stories such as these and thus processing. It indeed requires patience from what I gather, and there will be more ups and downs, but that´s all part of dealing with it, right?



On the evening before they returned to Hogwarts, Draco was lying on the bed in Harry´s room, reading in How To Make Him Happy, when his boyfriend came back in from the kitchen and sank down onto the edge of the bed as though he´d been deflated. He had been held back by Mrs Weasley after dinner, but she hadn´t said why.

Before the blond could ask what had happened, however, Harry turned to him: “Snape is going to teach me Occlumency!” His tone suggested that he had just been told he was about to die, slowly and painfully.

Draco took a moment to comprehend: “Snape? - What´s Occlumency?”

Harry sighed: “It means to close your mind, so no one else can... intrude. You know, because of my dreams.”

“Oh,” Draco put the book aside, pondering this. “And I guess he has to try and intrude in order to...” He broke off, his gaze meeting Harry´s. Both were thinking the same, thus both blushed. “He mustn´t know,” Draco said weakly. “What if he- finds out about us?”

Harry shrugged, still too miffed about it himself: “I don´t know, and I can´t see a way to get out of it. Apparently Dumbledore thinks it´s a good idea,” he mumbled, running his hands through his hair in a helpless gesture, “he trusts Snape for some reason.”

Draco averted his gaze; his own feelings for the Potions master were ambiguous. He had known him for a long time and had usually gotten along with him well; apart from that, Snape was providing him with the Polyjuice which was necessary to maintain his cover.

On the other hand, the man was a Death Eater. Even though he hadn´t been among those who had mistreated Draco, he still was a frequent guest at Malfoy Manor. Draco was aware that Snape provided Dumbledore and the rest of the Order with the latest news on Lucius quite regularly, though Draco tried to ignore it.

He knew that he only needed to go and ask Sirius wether his father was still looking for him, and where, yet he didn´t dare.

As long as he managed to keep the thought of Voldemort and everything that had to do with him at bay, he could manage. He needed the illusion of normality; if he followed the developments too closely, he´d probably not even manage to get out of bed and into the most mundane of daily routines, despite Harry.

Who was currently trying to get Draco´s attention: “Hey you,” he said softly, after his boyfriend had snapped out of his thoughts. “Let´s forget about it for now, okay? I don´t want the last day of freedom to end like this.”

Draco exhaled slowly, allowing his relief to wash over him, and concentrated on Harry instead. He could do that, he just needed to look into those amazing green eyes, which were regarding him so affectionately; butterflies made themselves known in his stomach at once, and he felt the familiar rush of warmth when their gazes locked.

“What would you like to do?” he asked, swallowing; he could distinctly feel a certain kind of heat pooling in his groin even before a mischievous smile spread on the dark-haired boy´s face: “What does the book say?” Harry motioned towards How To Make Him Happy.


Draco couldn´t help but grin: “Oh, it´s quite interesting,” he murmured, sitting up and pulling Harry close until the other boy was lying with his back against Draco´s chest; he inhaled the other´s scenthis hands started to knead Harry´s shoulders, while his mouth was nipping along his ear: “It advises you to pay attention to your partner, cherish him...” His warm breath gave Harry goosebumps.

The blond´s hands were gentle yet strong, their slow, steady administrations heavenly. He closed his eyes as Draco continued in a very low, almost husky voice: “Tell him he´s attractive, and what you love about him... such as his very soft skin...”

Harry shuddered as Draco began nibbling at his earlobe while his hands went exploring underneath the other boy´s shirt.

“It then says to take it slowly,” he whispered while he ran the tips of his fingers over Harry´s belly, “to hold off on... carnal activities... to get to know each other first...”

Harry moaned as Draco played with his navel, arching his back a little: “We did that, didn´t we?” he managed to say, panting slightly as Draco played with the waistband of his trousers.

The blond grazed his teeth along the sensitive skin of Harry´s throat ever so slightly: “We did,” he confirmed softly, “so I think we don´t need to hold off... unless you want me to stop...”

“Don´t you dare...”

Chuckling, Draco continued to kiss along Harry´s neck; one of his hands wandered up to pull the collar of the other´s shirt aside and allow him access to the collarbone and shoulder. Pleasant shivers were running down Harry´s spine as Draco teased him like that while his other hand was still occupied with his belly.

The dark-haired boy was once more astonished by his lover´s unexpected boldness as Draco finally opened the button and fly of Harry´s trousers; one hand sneaked inside and gently cupped the bulk that had developed in the meantime, the sensation of pressure and friction causing Harry to buck into the touch.

His lids were fluttering and his mouth was slightly open. He seemed hardly aware what was going on until Draco began to shift slowly: “I need to undress you now,” the blond whispered while he moved away from behind Harry, who lay back on the pillow while the blond wizard lay down next to him, their bodies close together.

Harry reached out to turn off the reading lamp: the only light now came from the fire, its soft glow bathing the room just like its warmth did.

For a moment, they only looked at each other, finding their own longing and affection mirrored in each other´s eyes, then Harry reached up and pulled Draco into a passionate kiss.

“I want you,” he gasped in between when Draco stopped for a moment to remove his meanwhile fogged-up glasses.

The blond began to unbutton Harry´s shirt while they were kissing, picking up to caress him where he had left off. He kissed his way down the dark-haired boy´s throat, gently nipping at the skin from time to time, until he had reached his chest; Harry gave soft mewls as Draco was alternately teasing his nipples with his tongue, shuddering delicately as the blond moved further down, kissing his way to Harry´s navel and gently sucking at it while his hands tugged at his boyfriend´s trousers.

Harry lifted his hips a little to help, and soon found himself almost naked. “Unfair,” he moaned and pulled Draco close to him once more, demanding that he get rid of his clothes as well.

A moment later, both of them were merely wearing their boxers. Harry´s hands ran over Draco´s pale body reverently, eliciting pleasant shudders: Draco´s breathing quickened considerably, and he was soon looking flushed.

“I want you,” Harry repeated softly, gently but firmly folding Draco into his arms until he was lying on top of Harry.

Both boys moaned when they felt their erections rubbing against each other´s, separated by two thin layers of cloth only, and Harry let his legs fall open. He loved the warm weight of Draco settling between them and the intimate position they were in; he had never shared something similar with anyone.

They kissed hungrily, hands roaming each other´s body, until Harry gently but with the urgency of unfulfilled need pushed Draco on his back and began kissing his way down his torso just as the blond had done before.

The former Slytherin closed his eyes as he felt Harry´s hand against his swollen flesh and then discarding of his boxers; his stomach jolted anxiously for a moment and he fisted his hands into the blanket beneath him when he felt Harry´s breath on his skin, followed by the sensation of a tongue touching the head of his member.

He couldn´t stop himself from mewling softly however when warm, wet heat engulfed the head, a tongue stroking over the most sensitive spots exploringly, and found it hard not to buck his hips when Harry, emboldened by the sounds he was eliciting from his lover, began to suck.

Harry had never tried this before, but he was eager to explore; he wanted to pleasure Draco, to share something with him no one else did, and he realized that this was nothing like he had expected it. He had inhaled the heady scent of Draco´s member and was surprised to find it arousing, just as the very soft flesh he was currently stimulating with his mouth and the salty droplets of precome he could taste.

He could feel his jaws beginning to protest after a while, but didn´t pay it any heed: Draco was writhing and panting so deliciously underneath him, and it felt so good to hold his slender hip with one hand and caressing his balls and perineum with the other, all the while knowing that the blond wizard was in heaven, that he didn´t care.

He only stopped himself when Draco began to pant: “Harry, wait... too fast...”

Harry slid up again and resumed his former position, tenderly cupping the other´s heated cheek: “I love you,” he whispered.

Draco leaned forward to kiss him once more, slower this time; he could taste the echo of his own fluid, but it wasn´t bad. Harry made it seem natural, and he couldn´t believe that he had actually been afraid for a moment.

It wasn´t long before Harry´s boxers were finally gone as well, and he felt Draco´s slender fingers stroke his already straining flesh until it was Harry´s turn to interrupt: “Stop... too close...” He took Draco´s hand in his own and kissed it: “I love you,” he murmured as they were nudging the tips of each other´s noses tenderly, befuddled by their lust and the scent of intimacy around them.

Draco smiled, leaning in for another kiss: “Love you, too,” he replied. Harry eyed him heavy-lidded, pulling him on top once more while allowing his legs to fall open simultaneously. They both moaned as their groins pressed against each other´s and their hearts fluttered in their throats.

“Draco,” Harry whispered while he looked into his lover´s deep grey eyes, “I want you to take me.”

Draco swallowed. His stomach did a nervous somersault, as the idea was as scary as it was arousing. “I don´t want to hurt you,” he finally managed to say.

“You won´t,” Harry smiled. “I trust you.”

Draco closed his eyes, not wanting to go where the small voice in the back of his mind was leading him by reminding him that he had once trusted his father as well; he opened his eyes again and looked at Harry instead, and his boyfriend´s gaze told him that he meant what he had said.

Harry regarded him so lovingly, longingly, full of trust and affection, that Draco was able to block everything else out. This was different, no one was going to be hurt, no one was going to be violated.

They did this because they wanted it, both of them.

There was nothing more important than Harry´s and his own desire, the warm feeling in his belly and how good it felt to lie between Harry´s legs, to share these intimate moments with him.

“Okay,” he whispered, if a little timidly. “I... I need to prepare you first...”

Harry had the decency to look a little guilty as he stretched and reached out for the nightstand´s drawer; he took something out of it and showed it to his boyfriend.

It was a small jar of lube.

“I...,” Harry flushed as Draco raised one eyebrow quizzically. “I sometimes used it for... you know... for myself. Just... because it feels better...”

Draco couldn´t but laugh: “It´s okay, Harry... it´s not that unusual,” he then said. “And... it´s good. So you know what I´m going to do, right?”

Harry nodded, his face deeply red.

With a sense of relief, they resumed their kissing and caressing until both of them were positively panting once more. They opened the jar and Draco spread some lube on his fingers, then Harry impatiently guided Draco´s hand between his thighs.

He nearly flinched when the blond touched his opening for the first time, as did Draco; before the summer, he had fantasized about moments like these, but it actually felt even better than he had thought.

And of course, the formerly faceless person of his reveries had gotten a face, the sweetest face in fact he could imagine, with those impossible green eyes. If only he didn´t hurt him... Draco frowned, hesitating again, but when Harry caught his mouth in another kiss, he let himself be carried away on the stream of new sensations.

He slowed down for a moment when his boyfriend gasped, but Harry, impatient, shoved forward minutely: “You´re not hurting me,” he breathed against Draco´s mouth, and suddenly it was easy. He was surprised by how soft the flesh of Harry´s channel was, and automatically began to stroke it with the tip of his digit; soon, Harry was mewling again, and it didn´t take long until his lover added a second finger and a third.

At one point, Harry shudderingly opened his legs wider, invitingly: “Baby, please...” he all but sobbed, “now...”

Draco swallowed and spread the rest of the lube on his meanwhile throbbing erection before positioning himself at Harry´s entrance. He couldn´t think straight anymore, this was so real and yet so surreal, so tender and by all means right. With a deep, shaky breath, he pushed forward, past the tight ring of muscles.

Harry shuddered once more, gasping, and Draco immediately froze, afraid he might have hurt his lover.

“No, don´t stop,” Harry breathed, “I´m okay...”

Draco tightened his grip on Harry´s hip and slowly but steadily pushed further in. He moaned because it felt so brilliant: the tight heat that was engulfing him, the soft yet firm grip of Harry´s flesh, the friction on his member. If he hadn´t gone so slowly, he´d probably have come at once.

Harry´s mouth was open, his eyelids were fluttering and he gave an occasional hiss, but whenever Draco made to stop, he began writhing. The blond lost all sense of time; he had no idea how many minutes had gone by when he finally was fully sheathed, but it didn´t matter. Harry looked adorable, his cheeks flushed and his eyelids heavy.

Draco leaned forward: “Are you okay?” he whispered, refusing to think of the pain he had been in, but worrying about Harry nevertheless. The dark-haired boy nodded: “This is awesome,” he whispered. “You can move now...”

Harry gasped and moaned as Draco slowly began to pull back; the sensation of being filled by his lover´s flesh was overwhelming. It burned, but it also felt good, and the sheer idea of what they were doing gave him the thrills.

Draco groaned as he began to thrust; this was amazing, and he could see that Harry was enjoying it as well, could feel that the other´s eagerness was honest. He only dared to move shallowly at first, but at one point Harry pulled his knees up, allowing Draco even more access, wanting to be touched as deeply as possible, edging his lover on until the blond was pulling out almost completely with each stroke.

Harry was breathing heavily and whimpered for more with each stroke over his prostate.

Their moans and sobs reverberated around them, one echoing the other, and if Harry had been coherent he probably would have been glad that Sirius had put Silencing Charms on his bed as well when Harry had asked him to, because there was no way they could have restrained themselves.

Sweat was beading on their bodies, glistening in the light of the fire, and Draco´s movements became more erratic when they were both close to coming. Harry reached down to grab his neglected member when he felt he couldn´t hold back any longer, and climaxed harder than ever before after only a few pulls.

The fierce clenching of his inner walls around Draco had him coming violently as well, and the feeling of his pulsating flesh releasing warm spray deep inside effectively triggered Harry´s aftershocks.

Bonelessly, Draco sagged on top of his love, their hearts beating rapidly and their sweat mingling while they were riding out their highs, sometimes trembling from yet another echo of an aftershock .

Harry wrapped his arms around his lover; his legs hurt from the strained position, but he wanted to keep the blond close nevertheless, wished they could stay like this forever. Draco was still inside him, and despite the slight soreness that made itself known now and the seed that was slowly dripping out of Harry it felt great, an achievement of sorts.

When they finally broke apart, Draco looked at Harry almost timidly: “Are you okay?” he asked once more.

Harry stroked the other´s cheek, losing himself in his eyes: “More than okay,” he whispered, “it was amazing. You were amazing!”

Draco blushed furiously, reassured by Harry´s very evident and almost lazy satisfaction: “You, too,” he murmured very softly. “Thanks for... you know.”

“Let´s not waste time talking,” Harry grinned, pulling the blond close until their noses touched. “I love you so much,” he breathed, his lips seeking Draco´s again. “Let´s do that again sometime.”

Chuckling, they kissed.

When they eventually got up to get a shower, the blond was distraught to discover that Harry had bled a little.

“It´s normal,” Harry tried to calm him, “don´t worry. You really didn´t hurt me, only a little in the beginning, but that´s normal as well, isn´t it?”

“Yeah, I guess...” Draco, appeased by the notion that the dark-haired boy even wanted a repetition, let himself be led into the bathroom.

Harry was walking a little wide-legged, as he was indeed feeling sore, and thoroughly stretched at that, but it was nothing more than had to be expected.

Later, when they were lying in bed, Harry sleepily pondered the whole matter again; from how it had felt at the beginning he could imagine how it must hurt if someone did not care wether they were hurting you.

His grip around Draco tightened, and he only hoped that one day, the blond would maybe be willing to try it again and see how wonderful bottoming could be.

His boyfriend was almost asleep already, severely worn out as he was.

Harry nestled deeper into the blankets, trying not to think of the fact that this was yet another thing he would have to try and hide from Professor Snape during their future Occlumency lessons.


To Be Continued