Harry Potter and The Bound Prince (BP1)
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Ambushed
Chapter Number/Total: 26/37
Chapter Title: Ambushed
Words: 3937 Words
After classes, Harry waited for Draco in the broom closet on the Charms corridor, where he knew Draco would pass if he were going to dinner or anywhere else really. He felt sort of stupid, but it didn't matter. He had run from the Transfiguration classroom to reach the closet in time and was a bit sweaty, but that didn't matter either. He had the door open just a crack, waiting for a flash of that blond hair.
It had been a long day. A very long day. Draco's control was starting to slip badly. And he wanted to be with Harry. Then he stopped in the middle of the corridor. Was he supposed to meet Harry now or after dinner? He really couldn't see himself going into the Gryffindor common room without the other boy. He closed his eyes for a moment and then started forward again, not exactly sure of his next move.
There it was. Harry saw Draco's hair and leapt from the closet, grabbing his arm and pulling him inside with him. He hoped no one saw, and if they did, he hoped they would ignore it.
Draco had nearly pulled his wand and hexed Harry before he realised who it was. "Fuck, Harry," he gasped.
Harry ignored him and pulled Draco in for a long kiss. He broke away after a minute. "Merlin, I've been wanting to do that all day."
Draco surrendered himself to Harry's mouth and arms. It felt so good to relax into them and not hold himself so tight. "Oh, Gods." He sighed. "It has been too long."
Harry chuckled because it had only been since that morning. "I wanted to jump you in Defence after you said that to me. Right in front of Snape," Harry said, kissing along Draco's neck
"Mmm," Draco hummed, letting his head fall back and arching his neck for Harry.
"Fucking hell. I want you so bad," Harry whined as he continued to kiss and lick Draco's skin.
Draco moaned, letting his arms fall open, giving himself over to the Gryffindor. "I am yours," he whispered.
"Do you think we can manage a quickie?" Harry asked huskily, already fingering along Draco's robe.
"At ... your ... service," Draco gasped, reaching to cup Harry's crotch in one hand and running his hand down his chest, scratching through the fabric of the other boy's shirt.
"Mmm, fuck," Harry let out, reaching for the forming bulge in Draco's trousers. He used his other hand to start undoing them.
"Oh, yes," Draco hissed when Harry's hand touched his cock through the fabric.
Harry finally got the fasteners undone and plunged his hand inside, gripping Draco's cock and giving it a few pumps.
Draco moaned loudly and ran the hand down Harry's chest to start unfastening the dark-haired boy's trousers. His fingers were quick and graceful, but he was trembling a bit as he did it.
Harry was panting now. It was so hot in the little enclosed space, and he was sweating even more than before. He could feel Draco trying to get his trousers undone and his heart sped up. He stroked Draco quicker.
Draco finally got Harry's trousers undone and then yanked them down to his knees, shorts and all. He reached one hand to Harry's cock and the other to squeeze his arse.
"Ah!" Harry cried shortly, thrusting into Draco's hand. He rested his forehead on Draco's shoulder and tried to speed his hand up even more, but it was difficult now with Draco's hands on him.
"Do ... we ... have,... lube?" Draco gasped between strokes as tried to synchronise his hand with Harry's.
Harry, who had been hoping this might happen, nodded his head yes. "Check ... my ... pocket," he panted.
Draco reached his hand from Harry's arse down into his pocket and found the lube. He had to still his hand for a moment to concentrate, but he had it.
Harry was gasping for breath now, he was so hot. "What do you need it for?" he almost cried.
"Stop," Draco gasped, letting go of Harry's cock at the same time.
Harry whined, but complied. He knew that when Draco did this, it usually meant something better was about to happen.
Draco coated both palms in lube and then stepped in even closer to Harry, wrapping long fingers around both their cocks together.
"Oh, fuck!" Harry cried, throwing his head back. He gripped Draco's robes and backed up against the wall, pulling Draco with him.
Draco gasped in agreement, trying not to stumble when he was pulled with Harry. Once they were settled with Harry against the wall, Draco interlaced his fingers and began to stroke their cocks together, the double friction of Harry's cock against his and the pressure of his hands making him moan.
"Fuck, Draco!" Harry yelped, thrusting forward. Draco made everything feel so damn good. How did he make everything feel so damn good? Harry didn't know and he certainly wasn't trying to figure it out right then.
"Yes, Harry," Draco gasped, starting to pick up the pace a bit. He didn't think he would last long; it felt too good.
Harry was getting close too. "Merlin, I'm gonna fuck you when we get back to our room," he said, still thrusting into Draco's groin and hands.
"Oh, Merlin," Draco gasped, the promise sending him right over the edge. He was pumping and coming, feeling his slick seed coating his hands.
Harry didn't last very long after that, maybe only a few seconds and he was coming too. He clutched Draco to him even harder, breathing heavily, mouth open and eyes tightly shut.
Draco's head spun and his knees nearly buckled under him. He was still moaning, his head thrown back as Harry's come coated his hands and cock. He couldn't believe how good it felt.
Harry slowly relaxed his grip, eyes still shut. He was so hot. He shook his head to get his damp hair out of his face and finally opened his eyes. "Fuck," he panted, smiling goofily.
Draco gently released their cocks, holding his sticky fingers out to his sides so as not to make a bigger mess. "Eloquent as ever, Harry." He smirked.
Harry laughed breathily. "Sorry. I meant that it was absolutely bloody fantastically good," he said with a smirk of his own.
Draco grinned and nodded. "Can you reach your wand?"
"Mmhm," Harry said, and he reached his hand into his robe pocket and pulled his wand out. He took a look at Draco's hands and grinned. "Want me to do it?"
"I suppose I am at your mercy this time,” Draco said with a smirk, holding out his hands.
Harry chuckled and muttered the charm. It worked, although probably not as good as Draco's would have. He shrugged and put his wand back in his pocket.
Draco found his own wand and did a Cleaning Charm on their bodies as well before starting to refasten his trousers. He could barely see Harry in the gloom of the closet but was glad to be with him.
Harry pulled his slacks back up and chuckled as he did at the fact that Draco had pulled them down to his knees. When he was done, he pulled Draco to him again and hugged him, wanting to feel his body before they had to go back to not touching like this for a while.
Draco rested his cheek against Harry's hair and sighed. He really would rather stay in this musty closet with Harry than leave. He held him tightly, feeling relaxed for the first time since early that morning.
"I don't want to go," Harry said softly, pulling back to kiss Draco.
"Neither do I." Draco sighed. "And I have prefect duties as well. I expect there are going to be some difficult questions put to me."
"Prefect duties?" Harry whined.
"I am supposed to keep my House in order so to speak." Draco sighed again. "Make sure they follow the rules, supervise the younger students, and mete out punishments to those who break the rules."
"How long will that take?" Harry asked.
"I haven't even been back to my House in days, and it's been longer than that since I was paying attention," Draco said quietly. "And then there is the matter of whether or not to have me removed from the position."
Harry sighed and hugged Draco again. "I guess I'll just wait for you up in the common room after dinner," he said sadly.
"Probably a good idea," Draco agreed. "Will the portrait let me in?"
Harry nodded against Draco's chest. "If you have the password, and I'm sure you heard me give it?"
"Yes," Draco said, and then leaned in for another kiss.
Harry kissed him back, savouring it. It lasted for a long time. He finally, reluctantly, pulled away. "I love you," he said quietly.
Draco snorted, but answered quietly, “I love you, Harry."
Harry smiled. He knew he was a sap, but he didn't care. "Ready?" he said with a huff, still holding Draco.
"As possible," Draco said, and braced himself again to dine with his Housemates.
***
Harry was sitting at one of the round tables in the Gryffindor common room, one with a clear view of the portrait hole. Hermione was chattering on about Draco and binding and very quietly about his 'arm band', but Harry was only half listening. He just wanted Draco to get there. It was depressing sitting in the common room when hardly anyone would talk to him.
Draco made his way from the dungeons and up the stairs towards the tower. He gritted his teeth, forcing his body to move. He was so bloody tired and the stairs seem to go on forever. Finally, he stood before the portrait of the Fat Lady. He said the password, but she frowned at him.
"You don't belong here," she said.
Draco rolled his eyes. "I know." He waited.
Finally, she huffed and swung aside. Draco took a deep breath and stepped inside, face impassive and eyes scanning the room immediately. It was nearly curfew and the room was pretty full. He spotted Harry and made his way over to him, ignoring the looks and muttered comments.
Harry sighed with relief at the sight of Draco and got to his feet to greet him. He wanted to wrap his arms around him, but everyone was staring.
Draco literally felt like his arms ached to reach for Harry. He looked into his eyes and the tight bands of pain around his chest seemed to lessen a bit. He was aware that all eyes in the room were on them. This was Harry's territory, so he stood waiting for the other boy to do something.
"Well, erm, Hermione, we're gonna go to bed," Harry said, not taking his eyes from Draco. He tilted his head toward the stairs.
"Okay, well, good night then," Hermione said, sounding a little put out.
Draco nodded, and turned to the stairs. He looked up them for a moment, thinking of how long the staircase seemed to have grown since morning. He took a deep breath, grabbed the rail, and began the climb. He could hear snickers and comments from the room. He ignored them and concentrated on one step at a time.
Harry climbed up behind Draco and when they were high enough on the staircase to be out of sight, he placed his hands on Draco's hips and held him the rest of the way up.
Draco smiled at Harry's touch and was immensely grateful when they finally reached the room. He unlocked the door, walked through it, and literally allowed himself to fall back onto the bed with a large sigh.
Harry smiled at Draco and closed the door. He sat down on the bed gently. "Hard day?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Was it only a day?" Draco sighed. "I thought it was a week since we were last in this room."
Harry laughed softly and scooted up close to Draco and lay down on his side next to him. "It feels like that to me, too," he said, playing with Draco's sleeve. "How was your prefect stuff?"
"It was ... challenging. There are some students refusing to acknowledge my authority anymore.” He sighed and reached one hand to play with Harry's hair. The other hand he slid around Harry's waist, pulling him snug against his side.
Harry sighed and smiled, loving being close to Draco. "So how did you handle that?" he asked, laying a hand on Draco's stomach.
"I intimidated. When that didn't work, I hexed one as an example. Crabbe and Goyle may be a lost cause though," he said, sighing again.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Wow, no more Crabbe and Goyle?" he asked, surprised. "Though I can't say I liked them."
"Oh, they aren't exactly going to go away. But they are no longer my allies," Draco said. "This does mean their Master will soon know about us."
"Their master?" Harry shook his head. "I assume you’re talking about Voldemort. Don't they realise that he doesn't give a damn about any of them? That'd he'd kill them all if it served him?" Harry scowled.
"Yes, they do," Draco said quietly. "Those who serve him do not expect his ... regard. They crave power or revenge or ... they simply fear him."
"Well, that's stupid," Harry said bitterly. "I don't understand that way of thinking. And to think, I almost got put in Slytherin."
Draco's eyes widened. "What?"
Harry looked up at him. "Yeah, the Sorting Hat almost put me there. I asked not to be, so then it put me in Gryffindor. Could you imagine me in Slytherin?"
A big grin spread across Draco's face and his eyebrows shot up. "I can imagine you very well in a particular Slytherin."
Harry smirked. "So can I," he said suggestively. He moved so that he was over top of Draco on his hands and knees. "You know, I really don't break promises." He waggled his eyebrows.
Draco gasped, remembering the promise in the closet. His heart sped up. "Good," he said breathlessly.
Harry bent forward and kissed Draco slowly, already working on pulling his own robes off. "I always want you, all the fucking time, every minute of every hour of every day. Merlin, you're so hot," he said quietly as he mouthed along Draco's jaw and the skin of his neck.
Draco's hand in Harry's hair tightened, pulling on the thick strands in appreciation of the other boy's words. "I am yours." He sighed, arching into Harry.
Harry smirked. "So you keep telling me." He sat up for a moment and pulled his robes off. "I'm going to fuck you hard, you know," he said staring down at Draco with bright eyes. He started working on the buttons on his shirt.
"Merlin, yes," Draco answered, grey eyes focused on Harry's green. He lay under him like an offering. Relaxing control and letting Harry take over was what he really needed right then.
Harry smirked again and pulled his shirt and tie off. He didn't want to, but he rolled off Draco to remove his shoes and trousers. He crawled down the bed and pulled Draco's shoes off too, still looking him straight in the eyes. Then he yanked his trousers off and reached up to grab his underwear as well. When Draco was naked from the waist down, Harry climbed back on top of him and sat so that their cocks were touching. He let out a long, low moan.
Draco felt entranced by those green eyes and held his gaze as Harry stripped his lower body. He lay passive, enjoying the show. When their cocks touched, his moan echoed Harry's and he trembled.
Harry licked his lips and rocked his hips a bit. He smiled widely, mouth open and head thrown back a bit.
Draco lay beneath him -- robes, shirt and tie still on. His eyes devoured the wanton and beautiful sight of Harry atop him. He lay gasping, holding his hands down at his sides only by fisting them in his robes.
Harry kept it up for a few more seconds, but then held his hand out and Summoned the lube. Not speaking a word, he rolled off Draco again and crawled between his legs, pushing them open wider.
Draco lifted his legs and spread them at Harry's push, wanting him inside him, but not wanting to speak or rush things. He felt open, more than just physically, but as if he were a vessel to hold Harry's magic as well.
Harry let out a few shaky breaths and opened the jar. He dipped his fingers inside and then went straight for Draco's opening, groaning as he slid two fingers inside.
Draco gasped, moaning in delight. He lifted his hips, urging him on.
Harry watched his fingers move in and out of Draco, making wet little noises as they did that made his mouth water. He bit his lip and hooked his fingers, pushing at Draco's prostate.
Draco groaned, arching off the bed with feet and shoulders pressed against it and hips raised. "Please," he begged, "please."
Harry bent and kissed Draco's stomach. "Soon," he whispered so quietly that Draco probably didn't hear him. He pushed another finger in, stretching Draco quickly.
Draco couldn't think, didn't want to think. He just wanted Harry inside him now. "Now, please," he continued to beg, tossing his head in frustration.
Harry flexed his fingers a few more times and kissed his way up Draco's stomach before finally taking them out. He slicked his cock, watching Draco toss his head and thinking that he would probably never see anything so beautiful. He moved in close and pushed just the head of his cock against Draco's entrance, not breaching him yet. He stared down at him for a moment and then slid very slowly inside, letting out a guttural grunt as he did.
"Oh, yes, yours," Draco gasped, trembling with need as Harry pushed inside him. He felt so right and Draco gasped as the familiar heat of the other boy's magic also radiated out from the point where they were joined.
Harry's head dropped and his eyes fell closed. He pulled back out just as slowly as he had went in, but then he slammed forward, keeping his promise that he was going to fuck Draco hard. He cried out shortly and arched his neck.
"Yes, fill me," Draco encouraged, gasping. He brought his hands up to grasp his own thighs, spreading himself as wide as he could.
Harry pulled out and slammed his hips forward again, and again, and again. Fuck it felt so good, but he didn't say anything; he only kept thrusting, moving faster and not pulling out so far now, but the pace made it worthwhile. And, oh Merlin, how Draco was spread for him. Fuck, he looked so good.
Each time Harry slammed forward, Draco felt like he could feel him throughout his body. It was the most amazing feeling, like there was no part of him that Harry did not reach. Draco's eyes were shut, his entire focus tuned to the sensations of Harry within him.
Harry didn't know how long he pumped his hips. Time seemed to stop and all that mattered was what was happening between them. Sweat soaked his back and chest as he tried to move faster. He thought he might've achieved it, but it was probably only in his head; he was losing the ability to think anything at all.
Draco felt like he could lie there being filled by Harry for the rest of ... his life. That was way too short. Eternity would be best. Nothing else mattered to him.
Harry could feel himself getting close. He knew that if he didn't slow down, he was going to come and he didn't want to before Draco. He reached a hand forward and grasped Draco's cock, slowing his thrusting, but speeding his hand up.
Draco didn't want Harry to slow down. He wanted to feel that glorious burst of energy when Harry came. "Don't stop," he gasped, thrusting against both Harry's cock and hand.
Harry gasped and closed his eyes again. He sped his hips up and tried to hold back, but there was no way he could any longer. He thrust harder than ever and then he was coming, chest heaving and breath escaping him in short little gasps.
Harry's magic blossomed in Draco like a wave of fire through his nerves, and he was coming, thrusting and moaning under Harry. His need and joy in it was the only thought he had.
Harry somehow managed to not fall on top of Draco. He watched him reach completion and wanted to fuck him all over again it was so hot. He moaned and twitched as Draco's orgasm made his arse convulse around Harry's spent cock.
Draco lay spent and happy, his breathing still ragged but his nerves calm. He floated in a state of bliss, the feel of Harry the only awareness he had.
Harry pulled out slowly and crawled up Draco's body to lie, still panting, next to him, his head on his shirt-clad chest.
Draco's awareness seemed to come back slowly, like a feather floating back to earth. He brought his arm around Harry, holding him against his chest. He snorted, when he realised that he was still wearing most of his school clothes.
Harry smiled happily. "Sorry. I got eager again," he said, plucking at Draco's shirt.
"Sorry?" Draco arched an eyebrow. "I sincerely doubt that." He felt boneless and so exhausted, he wasn't sure he could move.
Harry chuckled and yawned. "Tired?" he asked, still so happy and sated he thought he might burst from it.
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed and he yawned too, his eyes closed and his head tilted toward Harry's.
"Let's go to sleep," Harry murmured. He didn't even bother pulling the covers over them. He just threw a leg over Draco and closed his eyes, breathing in Draco's smell that he loved so much.
Draco chuckled. "I am not sleeping in my tie and robes," he said, and then tried to move. His body protested greatly. But he did manage to pull his tie off and then began using one hand to unbutton his shirt.
"Mmm," Harry let out sleepily, still not opening his eyes. He could feel Draco trying to take his clothes off, and he knew he would have to move for him soon, but he didn't want to right at that moment.
"You're no help," Draco complained, struggling with his buttons and the weight of the other boy on one of his arms.
Harry groaned and opened his eyes. He rolled off Draco and put his hands behind his head, waiting for Draco to be done so that he could move in close to him again.
Draco dragged himself up and stripped off his shirt and robe. He grimaced at the mess on his clothes and did yet another Cleaning Spell. He was becoming quite the expert at them. "Under the covers, you," he said, slapping playfully at Harry's thigh.
Harry jumped and groaned again, but he did as Draco said, managing to pull roughly at the blanket beneath him and get under it. He looked at Draco pointedly and then closed his eyes again.
Draco smiled and happily climbed in with him, drawing the other boy into his arms and taking a happy breath of him.
Chapter Title: Ambushed
Words: 3937 Words
After classes, Harry waited for Draco in the broom closet on the Charms corridor, where he knew Draco would pass if he were going to dinner or anywhere else really. He felt sort of stupid, but it didn't matter. He had run from the Transfiguration classroom to reach the closet in time and was a bit sweaty, but that didn't matter either. He had the door open just a crack, waiting for a flash of that blond hair.
It had been a long day. A very long day. Draco's control was starting to slip badly. And he wanted to be with Harry. Then he stopped in the middle of the corridor. Was he supposed to meet Harry now or after dinner? He really couldn't see himself going into the Gryffindor common room without the other boy. He closed his eyes for a moment and then started forward again, not exactly sure of his next move.
There it was. Harry saw Draco's hair and leapt from the closet, grabbing his arm and pulling him inside with him. He hoped no one saw, and if they did, he hoped they would ignore it.
Draco had nearly pulled his wand and hexed Harry before he realised who it was. "Fuck, Harry," he gasped.
Harry ignored him and pulled Draco in for a long kiss. He broke away after a minute. "Merlin, I've been wanting to do that all day."
Draco surrendered himself to Harry's mouth and arms. It felt so good to relax into them and not hold himself so tight. "Oh, Gods." He sighed. "It has been too long."
Harry chuckled because it had only been since that morning. "I wanted to jump you in Defence after you said that to me. Right in front of Snape," Harry said, kissing along Draco's neck
"Mmm," Draco hummed, letting his head fall back and arching his neck for Harry.
"Fucking hell. I want you so bad," Harry whined as he continued to kiss and lick Draco's skin.
Draco moaned, letting his arms fall open, giving himself over to the Gryffindor. "I am yours," he whispered.
"Do you think we can manage a quickie?" Harry asked huskily, already fingering along Draco's robe.
"At ... your ... service," Draco gasped, reaching to cup Harry's crotch in one hand and running his hand down his chest, scratching through the fabric of the other boy's shirt.
"Mmm, fuck," Harry let out, reaching for the forming bulge in Draco's trousers. He used his other hand to start undoing them.
"Oh, yes," Draco hissed when Harry's hand touched his cock through the fabric.
Harry finally got the fasteners undone and plunged his hand inside, gripping Draco's cock and giving it a few pumps.
Draco moaned loudly and ran the hand down Harry's chest to start unfastening the dark-haired boy's trousers. His fingers were quick and graceful, but he was trembling a bit as he did it.
Harry was panting now. It was so hot in the little enclosed space, and he was sweating even more than before. He could feel Draco trying to get his trousers undone and his heart sped up. He stroked Draco quicker.
Draco finally got Harry's trousers undone and then yanked them down to his knees, shorts and all. He reached one hand to Harry's cock and the other to squeeze his arse.
"Ah!" Harry cried shortly, thrusting into Draco's hand. He rested his forehead on Draco's shoulder and tried to speed his hand up even more, but it was difficult now with Draco's hands on him.
"Do ... we ... have,... lube?" Draco gasped between strokes as tried to synchronise his hand with Harry's.
Harry, who had been hoping this might happen, nodded his head yes. "Check ... my ... pocket," he panted.
Draco reached his hand from Harry's arse down into his pocket and found the lube. He had to still his hand for a moment to concentrate, but he had it.
Harry was gasping for breath now, he was so hot. "What do you need it for?" he almost cried.
"Stop," Draco gasped, letting go of Harry's cock at the same time.
Harry whined, but complied. He knew that when Draco did this, it usually meant something better was about to happen.
Draco coated both palms in lube and then stepped in even closer to Harry, wrapping long fingers around both their cocks together.
"Oh, fuck!" Harry cried, throwing his head back. He gripped Draco's robes and backed up against the wall, pulling Draco with him.
Draco gasped in agreement, trying not to stumble when he was pulled with Harry. Once they were settled with Harry against the wall, Draco interlaced his fingers and began to stroke their cocks together, the double friction of Harry's cock against his and the pressure of his hands making him moan.
"Fuck, Draco!" Harry yelped, thrusting forward. Draco made everything feel so damn good. How did he make everything feel so damn good? Harry didn't know and he certainly wasn't trying to figure it out right then.
"Yes, Harry," Draco gasped, starting to pick up the pace a bit. He didn't think he would last long; it felt too good.
Harry was getting close too. "Merlin, I'm gonna fuck you when we get back to our room," he said, still thrusting into Draco's groin and hands.
"Oh, Merlin," Draco gasped, the promise sending him right over the edge. He was pumping and coming, feeling his slick seed coating his hands.
Harry didn't last very long after that, maybe only a few seconds and he was coming too. He clutched Draco to him even harder, breathing heavily, mouth open and eyes tightly shut.
Draco's head spun and his knees nearly buckled under him. He was still moaning, his head thrown back as Harry's come coated his hands and cock. He couldn't believe how good it felt.
Harry slowly relaxed his grip, eyes still shut. He was so hot. He shook his head to get his damp hair out of his face and finally opened his eyes. "Fuck," he panted, smiling goofily.
Draco gently released their cocks, holding his sticky fingers out to his sides so as not to make a bigger mess. "Eloquent as ever, Harry." He smirked.
Harry laughed breathily. "Sorry. I meant that it was absolutely bloody fantastically good," he said with a smirk of his own.
Draco grinned and nodded. "Can you reach your wand?"
"Mmhm," Harry said, and he reached his hand into his robe pocket and pulled his wand out. He took a look at Draco's hands and grinned. "Want me to do it?"
"I suppose I am at your mercy this time,” Draco said with a smirk, holding out his hands.
Harry chuckled and muttered the charm. It worked, although probably not as good as Draco's would have. He shrugged and put his wand back in his pocket.
Draco found his own wand and did a Cleaning Charm on their bodies as well before starting to refasten his trousers. He could barely see Harry in the gloom of the closet but was glad to be with him.
Harry pulled his slacks back up and chuckled as he did at the fact that Draco had pulled them down to his knees. When he was done, he pulled Draco to him again and hugged him, wanting to feel his body before they had to go back to not touching like this for a while.
Draco rested his cheek against Harry's hair and sighed. He really would rather stay in this musty closet with Harry than leave. He held him tightly, feeling relaxed for the first time since early that morning.
"I don't want to go," Harry said softly, pulling back to kiss Draco.
"Neither do I." Draco sighed. "And I have prefect duties as well. I expect there are going to be some difficult questions put to me."
"Prefect duties?" Harry whined.
"I am supposed to keep my House in order so to speak." Draco sighed again. "Make sure they follow the rules, supervise the younger students, and mete out punishments to those who break the rules."
"How long will that take?" Harry asked.
"I haven't even been back to my House in days, and it's been longer than that since I was paying attention," Draco said quietly. "And then there is the matter of whether or not to have me removed from the position."
Harry sighed and hugged Draco again. "I guess I'll just wait for you up in the common room after dinner," he said sadly.
"Probably a good idea," Draco agreed. "Will the portrait let me in?"
Harry nodded against Draco's chest. "If you have the password, and I'm sure you heard me give it?"
"Yes," Draco said, and then leaned in for another kiss.
Harry kissed him back, savouring it. It lasted for a long time. He finally, reluctantly, pulled away. "I love you," he said quietly.
Draco snorted, but answered quietly, “I love you, Harry."
Harry smiled. He knew he was a sap, but he didn't care. "Ready?" he said with a huff, still holding Draco.
"As possible," Draco said, and braced himself again to dine with his Housemates.
***
Harry was sitting at one of the round tables in the Gryffindor common room, one with a clear view of the portrait hole. Hermione was chattering on about Draco and binding and very quietly about his 'arm band', but Harry was only half listening. He just wanted Draco to get there. It was depressing sitting in the common room when hardly anyone would talk to him.
Draco made his way from the dungeons and up the stairs towards the tower. He gritted his teeth, forcing his body to move. He was so bloody tired and the stairs seem to go on forever. Finally, he stood before the portrait of the Fat Lady. He said the password, but she frowned at him.
"You don't belong here," she said.
Draco rolled his eyes. "I know." He waited.
Finally, she huffed and swung aside. Draco took a deep breath and stepped inside, face impassive and eyes scanning the room immediately. It was nearly curfew and the room was pretty full. He spotted Harry and made his way over to him, ignoring the looks and muttered comments.
Harry sighed with relief at the sight of Draco and got to his feet to greet him. He wanted to wrap his arms around him, but everyone was staring.
Draco literally felt like his arms ached to reach for Harry. He looked into his eyes and the tight bands of pain around his chest seemed to lessen a bit. He was aware that all eyes in the room were on them. This was Harry's territory, so he stood waiting for the other boy to do something.
"Well, erm, Hermione, we're gonna go to bed," Harry said, not taking his eyes from Draco. He tilted his head toward the stairs.
"Okay, well, good night then," Hermione said, sounding a little put out.
Draco nodded, and turned to the stairs. He looked up them for a moment, thinking of how long the staircase seemed to have grown since morning. He took a deep breath, grabbed the rail, and began the climb. He could hear snickers and comments from the room. He ignored them and concentrated on one step at a time.
Harry climbed up behind Draco and when they were high enough on the staircase to be out of sight, he placed his hands on Draco's hips and held him the rest of the way up.
Draco smiled at Harry's touch and was immensely grateful when they finally reached the room. He unlocked the door, walked through it, and literally allowed himself to fall back onto the bed with a large sigh.
Harry smiled at Draco and closed the door. He sat down on the bed gently. "Hard day?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Was it only a day?" Draco sighed. "I thought it was a week since we were last in this room."
Harry laughed softly and scooted up close to Draco and lay down on his side next to him. "It feels like that to me, too," he said, playing with Draco's sleeve. "How was your prefect stuff?"
"It was ... challenging. There are some students refusing to acknowledge my authority anymore.” He sighed and reached one hand to play with Harry's hair. The other hand he slid around Harry's waist, pulling him snug against his side.
Harry sighed and smiled, loving being close to Draco. "So how did you handle that?" he asked, laying a hand on Draco's stomach.
"I intimidated. When that didn't work, I hexed one as an example. Crabbe and Goyle may be a lost cause though," he said, sighing again.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Wow, no more Crabbe and Goyle?" he asked, surprised. "Though I can't say I liked them."
"Oh, they aren't exactly going to go away. But they are no longer my allies," Draco said. "This does mean their Master will soon know about us."
"Their master?" Harry shook his head. "I assume you’re talking about Voldemort. Don't they realise that he doesn't give a damn about any of them? That'd he'd kill them all if it served him?" Harry scowled.
"Yes, they do," Draco said quietly. "Those who serve him do not expect his ... regard. They crave power or revenge or ... they simply fear him."
"Well, that's stupid," Harry said bitterly. "I don't understand that way of thinking. And to think, I almost got put in Slytherin."
Draco's eyes widened. "What?"
Harry looked up at him. "Yeah, the Sorting Hat almost put me there. I asked not to be, so then it put me in Gryffindor. Could you imagine me in Slytherin?"
A big grin spread across Draco's face and his eyebrows shot up. "I can imagine you very well in a particular Slytherin."
Harry smirked. "So can I," he said suggestively. He moved so that he was over top of Draco on his hands and knees. "You know, I really don't break promises." He waggled his eyebrows.
Draco gasped, remembering the promise in the closet. His heart sped up. "Good," he said breathlessly.
Harry bent forward and kissed Draco slowly, already working on pulling his own robes off. "I always want you, all the fucking time, every minute of every hour of every day. Merlin, you're so hot," he said quietly as he mouthed along Draco's jaw and the skin of his neck.
Draco's hand in Harry's hair tightened, pulling on the thick strands in appreciation of the other boy's words. "I am yours." He sighed, arching into Harry.
Harry smirked. "So you keep telling me." He sat up for a moment and pulled his robes off. "I'm going to fuck you hard, you know," he said staring down at Draco with bright eyes. He started working on the buttons on his shirt.
"Merlin, yes," Draco answered, grey eyes focused on Harry's green. He lay under him like an offering. Relaxing control and letting Harry take over was what he really needed right then.
Harry smirked again and pulled his shirt and tie off. He didn't want to, but he rolled off Draco to remove his shoes and trousers. He crawled down the bed and pulled Draco's shoes off too, still looking him straight in the eyes. Then he yanked his trousers off and reached up to grab his underwear as well. When Draco was naked from the waist down, Harry climbed back on top of him and sat so that their cocks were touching. He let out a long, low moan.
Draco felt entranced by those green eyes and held his gaze as Harry stripped his lower body. He lay passive, enjoying the show. When their cocks touched, his moan echoed Harry's and he trembled.
Harry licked his lips and rocked his hips a bit. He smiled widely, mouth open and head thrown back a bit.
Draco lay beneath him -- robes, shirt and tie still on. His eyes devoured the wanton and beautiful sight of Harry atop him. He lay gasping, holding his hands down at his sides only by fisting them in his robes.
Harry kept it up for a few more seconds, but then held his hand out and Summoned the lube. Not speaking a word, he rolled off Draco again and crawled between his legs, pushing them open wider.
Draco lifted his legs and spread them at Harry's push, wanting him inside him, but not wanting to speak or rush things. He felt open, more than just physically, but as if he were a vessel to hold Harry's magic as well.
Harry let out a few shaky breaths and opened the jar. He dipped his fingers inside and then went straight for Draco's opening, groaning as he slid two fingers inside.
Draco gasped, moaning in delight. He lifted his hips, urging him on.
Harry watched his fingers move in and out of Draco, making wet little noises as they did that made his mouth water. He bit his lip and hooked his fingers, pushing at Draco's prostate.
Draco groaned, arching off the bed with feet and shoulders pressed against it and hips raised. "Please," he begged, "please."
Harry bent and kissed Draco's stomach. "Soon," he whispered so quietly that Draco probably didn't hear him. He pushed another finger in, stretching Draco quickly.
Draco couldn't think, didn't want to think. He just wanted Harry inside him now. "Now, please," he continued to beg, tossing his head in frustration.
Harry flexed his fingers a few more times and kissed his way up Draco's stomach before finally taking them out. He slicked his cock, watching Draco toss his head and thinking that he would probably never see anything so beautiful. He moved in close and pushed just the head of his cock against Draco's entrance, not breaching him yet. He stared down at him for a moment and then slid very slowly inside, letting out a guttural grunt as he did.
"Oh, yes, yours," Draco gasped, trembling with need as Harry pushed inside him. He felt so right and Draco gasped as the familiar heat of the other boy's magic also radiated out from the point where they were joined.
Harry's head dropped and his eyes fell closed. He pulled back out just as slowly as he had went in, but then he slammed forward, keeping his promise that he was going to fuck Draco hard. He cried out shortly and arched his neck.
"Yes, fill me," Draco encouraged, gasping. He brought his hands up to grasp his own thighs, spreading himself as wide as he could.
Harry pulled out and slammed his hips forward again, and again, and again. Fuck it felt so good, but he didn't say anything; he only kept thrusting, moving faster and not pulling out so far now, but the pace made it worthwhile. And, oh Merlin, how Draco was spread for him. Fuck, he looked so good.
Each time Harry slammed forward, Draco felt like he could feel him throughout his body. It was the most amazing feeling, like there was no part of him that Harry did not reach. Draco's eyes were shut, his entire focus tuned to the sensations of Harry within him.
Harry didn't know how long he pumped his hips. Time seemed to stop and all that mattered was what was happening between them. Sweat soaked his back and chest as he tried to move faster. He thought he might've achieved it, but it was probably only in his head; he was losing the ability to think anything at all.
Draco felt like he could lie there being filled by Harry for the rest of ... his life. That was way too short. Eternity would be best. Nothing else mattered to him.
Harry could feel himself getting close. He knew that if he didn't slow down, he was going to come and he didn't want to before Draco. He reached a hand forward and grasped Draco's cock, slowing his thrusting, but speeding his hand up.
Draco didn't want Harry to slow down. He wanted to feel that glorious burst of energy when Harry came. "Don't stop," he gasped, thrusting against both Harry's cock and hand.
Harry gasped and closed his eyes again. He sped his hips up and tried to hold back, but there was no way he could any longer. He thrust harder than ever and then he was coming, chest heaving and breath escaping him in short little gasps.
Harry's magic blossomed in Draco like a wave of fire through his nerves, and he was coming, thrusting and moaning under Harry. His need and joy in it was the only thought he had.
Harry somehow managed to not fall on top of Draco. He watched him reach completion and wanted to fuck him all over again it was so hot. He moaned and twitched as Draco's orgasm made his arse convulse around Harry's spent cock.
Draco lay spent and happy, his breathing still ragged but his nerves calm. He floated in a state of bliss, the feel of Harry the only awareness he had.
Harry pulled out slowly and crawled up Draco's body to lie, still panting, next to him, his head on his shirt-clad chest.
Draco's awareness seemed to come back slowly, like a feather floating back to earth. He brought his arm around Harry, holding him against his chest. He snorted, when he realised that he was still wearing most of his school clothes.
Harry smiled happily. "Sorry. I got eager again," he said, plucking at Draco's shirt.
"Sorry?" Draco arched an eyebrow. "I sincerely doubt that." He felt boneless and so exhausted, he wasn't sure he could move.
Harry chuckled and yawned. "Tired?" he asked, still so happy and sated he thought he might burst from it.
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed and he yawned too, his eyes closed and his head tilted toward Harry's.
"Let's go to sleep," Harry murmured. He didn't even bother pulling the covers over them. He just threw a leg over Draco and closed his eyes, breathing in Draco's smell that he loved so much.
Draco chuckled. "I am not sleeping in my tie and robes," he said, and then tried to move. His body protested greatly. But he did manage to pull his tie off and then began using one hand to unbutton his shirt.
"Mmm," Harry let out sleepily, still not opening his eyes. He could feel Draco trying to take his clothes off, and he knew he would have to move for him soon, but he didn't want to right at that moment.
"You're no help," Draco complained, struggling with his buttons and the weight of the other boy on one of his arms.
Harry groaned and opened his eyes. He rolled off Draco and put his hands behind his head, waiting for Draco to be done so that he could move in close to him again.
Draco dragged himself up and stripped off his shirt and robe. He grimaced at the mess on his clothes and did yet another Cleaning Spell. He was becoming quite the expert at them. "Under the covers, you," he said, slapping playfully at Harry's thigh.
Harry jumped and groaned again, but he did as Draco said, managing to pull roughly at the blanket beneath him and get under it. He looked at Draco pointedly and then closed his eyes again.
Draco smiled and happily climbed in with him, drawing the other boy into his arms and taking a happy breath of him.