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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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36
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40,022
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227
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Hopelessly Naive
Chapter Number/Total: 23/36
Chapter Title: Hopelessly Naïve
Words: 1971 Words
"Draco." When he didn't get an answer, Harry bit his lip and sat down on the floor, pouting like a child. "Draco?" he tried again, but there was still no answer. Harry sniffled as he held out his hand and Summoned his wand, murmuring the Healing Spell when he caught it. He got up a moment later and left the bathroom, heading down to the bedroom.
Draco sat on the bed in their room, waiting.
Harry slowly walked into the room, not even sure if Draco was there. "Draco?" he asked quietly, stopping.
Draco refused to answer. It was petty, but he was angry.
Harry swallowed against the lump that was forming in his throat and sat down on the first bed he reached. He hated scaring Draco off. He'd only end up alone when that happened. Just the thought made Harry grit his teeth as he scooted back a bit on the bed.
Draco sat watching him. He felt like he had always watched him. He wondered if the man could hear his breathing. So he worked to breathe quietly through his nose.
For a moment, Harry thought of using his wand to look for Draco, but he decided not to, not wanting to make him angrier. He lay down on the bed, pulling the pillow close, burying his face in it, as he tried to control his emotions.
"They broke it in front of me," Draco said quietly. "Told me I would never be allowed to touch one again."
Harry didn't move at first, afraid that he'd scare him away again. "Your wand?" he asked softly, turning his head toward the voice.
"Yes," Draco whispered.
"They were pricks ... who deserve to go to Azkaban themselves for what they did to you, Draco," he said, sighing deeply.
"I can be punished for picking up a wand now," Draco continued. "I don't want to go back there. I would rather die."
"You won't be punished, Draco," Harry said, silently cursing the guards who told him everything. "Here." He turned on his side, holding his wand out for him to take.
"No," Draco said.
"I promise no one will hurt you ... you won't be sent back there, I promise. Don't you trust me?"
"I trust you to do your best," Draco said. "I also think you are hopelessly naïve."
"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked, confused by his choice of words.
"You think doing the right thing matters. You think it will matter that you agreed to what we did, and you think that if they know what happened and how we feel, they will let us live our lives. That's what I mean by that," Draco sneered.
"But, it'll help, right?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Draco looked at Harry for a minute. "I don't know, Harry," he sighed. "But if it's what you want to do, you are welcome to try."
"I just want it to all go away," he murmured, burying his face in the pillow again.
"Do you want me to go away?" Draco asked carefully.
"No, not you," he replied, voice muffled by the pillow.
"What do you want me to do, Harry?" Draco asked, feeling the need to comfort him, but also feeling like he was making things worse.
"I don't know. I just want you here with me," Harry mumbled, gripping the pillow tightly.
"Can I be your pillow?" Draco smiled, feeling silly about envying a pillow.
Harry sniffled and nodded, pushing the pillow away. He reached out for Draco, glad he wasn't angry anymore.
Draco crawled up the bed and into Harry's arms, leaving his towel where he had been sitting.
"I'm sorry I made you angry," Harry said, burying his face in Draco's neck.
"Not the first time, won't be the last." Draco snorted.
"But you won't really leave me, right?"
"Are you really afraid of that?" Draco asked.
"Sometimes," Harry whispered, his arms tightening around Draco.
"Why would I leave you?" Draco asked. "I was willing to die for you."
"I don't know, but don't," Harry answered, curling his body up slightly.
"I don't begin to understand why you want me, Harry," Draco said, "but I know I want you. It's what I have become that I don't know how to handle."
"Stop questioning why I want you. Just know that I do, and I understand, Draco, about not knowing how to handle it. You'll be fine, though. Promise," he stated.
Moments like this made Draco feel guilty, and he was grateful Harry couldn't see him. A tear fell from his remaining eye and he wiped it away with the back of a furry hand.
"Just don't go," Harry continued to mumble, clinging on to Draco.
Draco's first thought was, Where the hell would I go? but he pushed the thought away, knowing that wasn't what he wanted to say. "Not going anywhere," Draco said, holding him tight, claws curled into his palms so that he could really wrap his arms around Harry without hurting him.
"Good. I don't know what I'd do without you," Harry said softly, the tension slowly slipping away.
Draco didn't reply, but he was certain that he would be dead without Harry. He would rather take his own life than be without him.
***
Harry groaned, tossing and turning as his mind pushed him through a nightmare. He was back in the room, and, of course, he couldn't see, but he could hear, hear Lucius Malfoy sadistically laughing as he hurt him. He screamed, but it seemed no one would save him. He thought of Draco, but the moment he did, he heard his screams as well, Lucius moving to torture him. Harry screamed for him to stop, to leave them alone, but he wouldn't.
"Shhh," Draco soothed, arms wrapping around the thrashing man in bed beside him. "You're safe, and I am here," he whispered against his ear.
Harry began to sob, knowing it was a dream, but he hated that he couldn't do anything to make it all stop.
"Wake up, Harry," Draco said. "It's over. He isn't here."
Harry shuddered as he woke up finally, tears still streaming from his eyes. "Draco," he whispered, his voice sounding hoarse.
Draco rocked him in the bed, trying to soothe them both as his own heart had sped up, Harry's dreams awakening his own memories. "Harry," he said, "it's just me beside you."
Harry whimpered, burying his face in Draco's neck. "I'm sorry," he whispered a moment later, trying to control his breathing.
"Nothing to apologise for," Draco said, nuzzling Harry's hair against his face.
"I woke you up," Harry said, feeling ashamed now that he was fully awake.
"I don't sleep very well, anyway," Draco said.
"I'm sorry," he murmured again, feeling his heartbeat slowly return to normal. "I hate that."
"You always did take too much credit on yourself," Draco teased, still holding him and rocking.
Harry sighed, letting Draco continue to rock him. "Is it morning?" he asked, beginning to feel exhausted again.
"Doesn't matter," Draco said. "If you are tired, sleep. I will be right here."
"What if ... what if he's waiting," he whispered, shaking his head.
"I am waiting here, only me," Draco whispered against his ear. "Dream of me."
Harry swallowed as he nodded, settling down against him. He closed his eyes and thought only about Draco, hoping it would work.
Draco settled down, listening to Harry breathe and being amazed that this hero found a monster like him to be comforting. He tried not to think about Harry's nightmare and how much it mirrored his own fears.
As Harry drifted off, he began to dream again. It didn't start off like the last one, but it wasn't exactly better. He could hear Draco talking to him, but he felt so far away, like he had to run to find him, and so he did.
"Harry," Draco chanted. "Right here, holding you," he whispered, hoping to help the other man sleep.
Harry was suddenly pulled into someone's arms from behind. He gasped and stood very still, afraid that it was him again. Then he heard Draco's voice, whispering into his ear. He was safe. He visibly relaxed back into the embrace, his breathing returning to normal. "Love you," he murmured softly.
"Yes, I love you," Draco answered, feeling warmer, and his heart felt full. He pressed his face into Harry's hair, the softness and scent of him making him feel a kind of belonging he didn't understand, but needed.
***
Harry woke up again, feeling much better than he had the first time he woke up. Draco still had his arms around him and Harry was sure he'd never felt as safe as he was now. He ran his fingers over Draco's hands and down his claws, stopping at the tip.
Draco was sleeping, feeling warm and comfortable wrapped around Harry's body, his chest to the other man's back. His fingers flexed involuntarily when Harry's stroked them, claws curling again.
Harry's fingers traced the claws with a smile, continuing to gently stroke them. He loved the feel of Draco's body, from head to toe. Harry loved Draco's claws especially, and loved using them to his own advantage at moments like this. Harry's fingers found the tip of the claws again and pressed down, shuddering slightly when his skin gave way.
The scent of blood was intoxicating and it made Draco's nose twitch, even as his cock had a similar reaction, pressing forward to rub against soft flesh.
Harry pressed back against him, running his bleeding fingers back up Draco's hand, making sure the blood smeared across his skin. He grinned, knowing the smell would drive his lover crazy.
A low growl that seemed to come from the back of his throat was the first touch of consciousness Draco felt. He sniffed and thrust against Harry's wriggling arse.
Harry moaned as the thrusting became harder. He opened his legs and curled one back around Draco's leg, groaning as he exposed himself. He reached back with his bloody hand, looking for Draco's mouth.
Draco's lips closed around that bloody finger, sucking and licking it. The low throat noise got deeper, and he was sliding his cock along the cleft of Harry's arse.
Harry's moans began to get louder, his other hand reaching to wrap around his cock. He slipped another finger into Draco's mouth as he stroked himself.
Draco's cock was leaking and slippery, rubbing against Harry's opening as he sucked his fingers, tongue twisting around them.
Harry began to tremble, feeling himself getting closer to the edge. He began to stroke himself faster, his fingers curling up in Draco's mouth.
Draco pushed forward, feeling the head of his cock breach the tight muscles of Harry's entrance, and his body shuddered with it.
"Fuck," Harry groaned, that alone making him come in hot bursts, his body jerking along with it.
Draco growled around Harry's fingers in his mouth. He thrust his cock into his lover as Harry's body spasmed against him. He felt Harry's come hitting his arms where he still held him around the waist and chest. He thrust hard and fast, wanting to come while Harry was still in that high, and then he jerked hard, filling him with hot liquid and nearly howling in delight.
Harry cried out in pleasure, the extra stimulation making his back arch sharply. His fingers slipped out of Draco's mouth a moment later, his body beginning to sag down into the bed.
Draco panted against Harry's neck, the tremors going down his spine finally subsiding. His lust clouded brain started to clear as his softening cock slipped out of his lover. "Fuck, you are amazing," he whispered.
"I try," Harry murmured, smirking lazily as he slipped his leg down.
Chapter Title: Hopelessly Naïve
Words: 1971 Words
"Draco." When he didn't get an answer, Harry bit his lip and sat down on the floor, pouting like a child. "Draco?" he tried again, but there was still no answer. Harry sniffled as he held out his hand and Summoned his wand, murmuring the Healing Spell when he caught it. He got up a moment later and left the bathroom, heading down to the bedroom.
Draco sat on the bed in their room, waiting.
Harry slowly walked into the room, not even sure if Draco was there. "Draco?" he asked quietly, stopping.
Draco refused to answer. It was petty, but he was angry.
Harry swallowed against the lump that was forming in his throat and sat down on the first bed he reached. He hated scaring Draco off. He'd only end up alone when that happened. Just the thought made Harry grit his teeth as he scooted back a bit on the bed.
Draco sat watching him. He felt like he had always watched him. He wondered if the man could hear his breathing. So he worked to breathe quietly through his nose.
For a moment, Harry thought of using his wand to look for Draco, but he decided not to, not wanting to make him angrier. He lay down on the bed, pulling the pillow close, burying his face in it, as he tried to control his emotions.
"They broke it in front of me," Draco said quietly. "Told me I would never be allowed to touch one again."
Harry didn't move at first, afraid that he'd scare him away again. "Your wand?" he asked softly, turning his head toward the voice.
"Yes," Draco whispered.
"They were pricks ... who deserve to go to Azkaban themselves for what they did to you, Draco," he said, sighing deeply.
"I can be punished for picking up a wand now," Draco continued. "I don't want to go back there. I would rather die."
"You won't be punished, Draco," Harry said, silently cursing the guards who told him everything. "Here." He turned on his side, holding his wand out for him to take.
"No," Draco said.
"I promise no one will hurt you ... you won't be sent back there, I promise. Don't you trust me?"
"I trust you to do your best," Draco said. "I also think you are hopelessly naïve."
"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked, confused by his choice of words.
"You think doing the right thing matters. You think it will matter that you agreed to what we did, and you think that if they know what happened and how we feel, they will let us live our lives. That's what I mean by that," Draco sneered.
"But, it'll help, right?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Draco looked at Harry for a minute. "I don't know, Harry," he sighed. "But if it's what you want to do, you are welcome to try."
"I just want it to all go away," he murmured, burying his face in the pillow again.
"Do you want me to go away?" Draco asked carefully.
"No, not you," he replied, voice muffled by the pillow.
"What do you want me to do, Harry?" Draco asked, feeling the need to comfort him, but also feeling like he was making things worse.
"I don't know. I just want you here with me," Harry mumbled, gripping the pillow tightly.
"Can I be your pillow?" Draco smiled, feeling silly about envying a pillow.
Harry sniffled and nodded, pushing the pillow away. He reached out for Draco, glad he wasn't angry anymore.
Draco crawled up the bed and into Harry's arms, leaving his towel where he had been sitting.
"I'm sorry I made you angry," Harry said, burying his face in Draco's neck.
"Not the first time, won't be the last." Draco snorted.
"But you won't really leave me, right?"
"Are you really afraid of that?" Draco asked.
"Sometimes," Harry whispered, his arms tightening around Draco.
"Why would I leave you?" Draco asked. "I was willing to die for you."
"I don't know, but don't," Harry answered, curling his body up slightly.
"I don't begin to understand why you want me, Harry," Draco said, "but I know I want you. It's what I have become that I don't know how to handle."
"Stop questioning why I want you. Just know that I do, and I understand, Draco, about not knowing how to handle it. You'll be fine, though. Promise," he stated.
Moments like this made Draco feel guilty, and he was grateful Harry couldn't see him. A tear fell from his remaining eye and he wiped it away with the back of a furry hand.
"Just don't go," Harry continued to mumble, clinging on to Draco.
Draco's first thought was, Where the hell would I go? but he pushed the thought away, knowing that wasn't what he wanted to say. "Not going anywhere," Draco said, holding him tight, claws curled into his palms so that he could really wrap his arms around Harry without hurting him.
"Good. I don't know what I'd do without you," Harry said softly, the tension slowly slipping away.
Draco didn't reply, but he was certain that he would be dead without Harry. He would rather take his own life than be without him.
***
Harry groaned, tossing and turning as his mind pushed him through a nightmare. He was back in the room, and, of course, he couldn't see, but he could hear, hear Lucius Malfoy sadistically laughing as he hurt him. He screamed, but it seemed no one would save him. He thought of Draco, but the moment he did, he heard his screams as well, Lucius moving to torture him. Harry screamed for him to stop, to leave them alone, but he wouldn't.
"Shhh," Draco soothed, arms wrapping around the thrashing man in bed beside him. "You're safe, and I am here," he whispered against his ear.
Harry began to sob, knowing it was a dream, but he hated that he couldn't do anything to make it all stop.
"Wake up, Harry," Draco said. "It's over. He isn't here."
Harry shuddered as he woke up finally, tears still streaming from his eyes. "Draco," he whispered, his voice sounding hoarse.
Draco rocked him in the bed, trying to soothe them both as his own heart had sped up, Harry's dreams awakening his own memories. "Harry," he said, "it's just me beside you."
Harry whimpered, burying his face in Draco's neck. "I'm sorry," he whispered a moment later, trying to control his breathing.
"Nothing to apologise for," Draco said, nuzzling Harry's hair against his face.
"I woke you up," Harry said, feeling ashamed now that he was fully awake.
"I don't sleep very well, anyway," Draco said.
"I'm sorry," he murmured again, feeling his heartbeat slowly return to normal. "I hate that."
"You always did take too much credit on yourself," Draco teased, still holding him and rocking.
Harry sighed, letting Draco continue to rock him. "Is it morning?" he asked, beginning to feel exhausted again.
"Doesn't matter," Draco said. "If you are tired, sleep. I will be right here."
"What if ... what if he's waiting," he whispered, shaking his head.
"I am waiting here, only me," Draco whispered against his ear. "Dream of me."
Harry swallowed as he nodded, settling down against him. He closed his eyes and thought only about Draco, hoping it would work.
Draco settled down, listening to Harry breathe and being amazed that this hero found a monster like him to be comforting. He tried not to think about Harry's nightmare and how much it mirrored his own fears.
As Harry drifted off, he began to dream again. It didn't start off like the last one, but it wasn't exactly better. He could hear Draco talking to him, but he felt so far away, like he had to run to find him, and so he did.
"Harry," Draco chanted. "Right here, holding you," he whispered, hoping to help the other man sleep.
Harry was suddenly pulled into someone's arms from behind. He gasped and stood very still, afraid that it was him again. Then he heard Draco's voice, whispering into his ear. He was safe. He visibly relaxed back into the embrace, his breathing returning to normal. "Love you," he murmured softly.
"Yes, I love you," Draco answered, feeling warmer, and his heart felt full. He pressed his face into Harry's hair, the softness and scent of him making him feel a kind of belonging he didn't understand, but needed.
***
Harry woke up again, feeling much better than he had the first time he woke up. Draco still had his arms around him and Harry was sure he'd never felt as safe as he was now. He ran his fingers over Draco's hands and down his claws, stopping at the tip.
Draco was sleeping, feeling warm and comfortable wrapped around Harry's body, his chest to the other man's back. His fingers flexed involuntarily when Harry's stroked them, claws curling again.
Harry's fingers traced the claws with a smile, continuing to gently stroke them. He loved the feel of Draco's body, from head to toe. Harry loved Draco's claws especially, and loved using them to his own advantage at moments like this. Harry's fingers found the tip of the claws again and pressed down, shuddering slightly when his skin gave way.
The scent of blood was intoxicating and it made Draco's nose twitch, even as his cock had a similar reaction, pressing forward to rub against soft flesh.
Harry pressed back against him, running his bleeding fingers back up Draco's hand, making sure the blood smeared across his skin. He grinned, knowing the smell would drive his lover crazy.
A low growl that seemed to come from the back of his throat was the first touch of consciousness Draco felt. He sniffed and thrust against Harry's wriggling arse.
Harry moaned as the thrusting became harder. He opened his legs and curled one back around Draco's leg, groaning as he exposed himself. He reached back with his bloody hand, looking for Draco's mouth.
Draco's lips closed around that bloody finger, sucking and licking it. The low throat noise got deeper, and he was sliding his cock along the cleft of Harry's arse.
Harry's moans began to get louder, his other hand reaching to wrap around his cock. He slipped another finger into Draco's mouth as he stroked himself.
Draco's cock was leaking and slippery, rubbing against Harry's opening as he sucked his fingers, tongue twisting around them.
Harry began to tremble, feeling himself getting closer to the edge. He began to stroke himself faster, his fingers curling up in Draco's mouth.
Draco pushed forward, feeling the head of his cock breach the tight muscles of Harry's entrance, and his body shuddered with it.
"Fuck," Harry groaned, that alone making him come in hot bursts, his body jerking along with it.
Draco growled around Harry's fingers in his mouth. He thrust his cock into his lover as Harry's body spasmed against him. He felt Harry's come hitting his arms where he still held him around the waist and chest. He thrust hard and fast, wanting to come while Harry was still in that high, and then he jerked hard, filling him with hot liquid and nearly howling in delight.
Harry cried out in pleasure, the extra stimulation making his back arch sharply. His fingers slipped out of Draco's mouth a moment later, his body beginning to sag down into the bed.
Draco panted against Harry's neck, the tremors going down his spine finally subsiding. His lust clouded brain started to clear as his softening cock slipped out of his lover. "Fuck, you are amazing," he whispered.
"I try," Harry murmured, smirking lazily as he slipped his leg down.