How to Save a Life

Over the next few days, Harry and Draco made good on their promise to get to know each other better. Or rather, they tried to.

Since the beginnings of their friendship there had been certain topics that, by unspoken agreement, they had avoided. Things that Draco didn’t dare mention for fear of reminding Harry of why they had once been bitter enemies. And things that Harry didn’t want to talk about for fear that Draco would think less of him.

Trouble was, as Harry realised by Friday, they had pretty much exhausted the wealth of trivial information that they had been offering to each other in place of more unpleasant truths.

But Harry was no longer satisfied with the knowledge that silver was Draco’s favourite colour or that he couldn’t live without his daily fix of chocolate. It wasn’t enough; he needed to know more about his boyfriend but he was afraid to ask.

Not because he thought that anything Draco could tell him would change the way he felt about the blonde, but because of the information that he knew he would be required to share in return.

As Friday ticked closer, the twisting sensation in Harry’s stomach gradually increased. Up till now they had allowed themselves to be distracted by their friends whenever any conversation had veered dangerously close to forbidden topics. But Friday night Draco had a ‘date’ organised for them and they would be truly alone, with no interruptions.

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On Friday evening Harry dressed carefully, selecting a pair of black jeans and a body hugging green sweater that Draco had chosen to complement his eyes. Although Harry suspected it was as much that Draco found it amusing to dress the ‘Gryffindor Golden Boy’ in Slytherin colours.

Harry winced slightly as the fabric of his sweater snagged at the fresh cuts on his arm and he felt a brief flash of shame for these visible signs of his inner weakness.

It had been several weeks since Harry had felt the need to relieve his feelings in this way. But just thinking about all the things he needed to explain to Draco had brought with it a fresh wave of guilt that refused to be assuaged in any other way.

Harry left the dormitory and headed down into the common room as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw attention to himself and then be required to explain where he was going.

He paused on the bottom step and cast a wary eye around the room for signs of Ginny, who was taking to their new friendship just a little too eagerly for Harry’s liking. He was relieved to spot her over by the fireplace, deep in conversation with Dennis Creevey.

Harry turned away suddenly as he was assaulted by images of Colin Creevey’s lifeless body cradled in Oliver Wood’s arms. ‘Get a grip Harry’ he admonished, shaking his head slightly to clear the image.

A quick look at his watch told him it was time to go. Something told Harry, that as casual as Draco was about his own time keeping, he would expect nothing but complete punctuality from his boyfriend.

Harry quickly exited the portrait hole and turned to head off in the direction of the dungeons. As he did, he was brought up short by the sight of Draco standing there, grinning at him.

“Draco,” he gasped, “What are you doing here?” He cast a nervous glance over his shoulder as he spoke.

“We have a date, Harry, I’m here to escort you,” the blonde explained as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Harry grinned at this, “Shouldn’t you have brought me flowers or something then?”

The smirk was quickly wiped off his face when Draco’s hands came from behind his back and he held out a box of what Harry knew to be Honeydukes most expensive Belgian chocolates. He gaped at Draco but reached out for the box nonetheless.

“Um thanks, Dray. I didn’t realise we were doing gifts. I didn’t get you anything.”

“That’s ok, I’m sure I can come up with a few suggestions as to what you can give me later.”

“I thought we were supposed to be keeping our clothes on tonight,” Harry reproved teasingly.


The blonde leered at him slightly in return, “Now I think we both know that there is still plenty of fun to be had with our clothes on, Harry. But if that’s off the menu then I suppose you will just have to share these chocolates with me.”

“Why do I get the feeling that bringing me chocolates was just your way getting to eat them yourself without Pansy breathing down your neck?”

Draco assumed an injured expression, “I’m hurt, Harry. I was only trying to be a gentleman and you accuse me of having ulterior motives.” Then seeing the expression on his boyfriend’s face he huffed,

“Thinks she’s my bloody mother, always going on about how I’ll rot my teeth. As if my teeth would ever be anything but perfect. I had to practically beg her to let me have these. You will share them with me won’t you Harry?” He turned a pleading expression to his boyfriend that would have melted the coldest of hearts, and subsequently turned Harry’s to complete mush.

“Course I will, how could I say no to that?” Harry leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to Draco’s cheek and then reached out and ruffled his hair slightly.

“Potter, what have I told you before about messing my hair up. Just because you favour the shaggy dog look, doesn’t mean we all do.” Draco crinkled his nose up as he ran his eyes over Harry’s head. “You might have actually brushed your hair before coming out.”

Harry grinned and thought just how cute Draco looked with his pointy nose all wrinkled up like that, but wisely said nothing of the sort. He ran his hand through his wild raven locks, “I would, but I’ve lost my hairbrush.”

Draco shook his head, “You’re a hopeless case Potter”

Harry leaned in close, his breath ghosting over Draco’s skin, “But I’m your hopeless case, Malfoy.”

Draco simply huffed again and tugged at Harry’s sleeve, “C’mon. As much as I do enjoy being eavesdropped on by that fat lady, we have other places to be.”

He strode off with Harry in tow as the echo of a disgruntled female voice exclaiming about rude boys reached their ears.

When they reached the 5th floor, Draco turned away from the stairs and headed off down one of the corridors.

“Where are we going?” Harry whined.

“Don’t be so impatient, you’ll see in a minute.”

As they walked past a statue of Boris the Bewildered, Harry had a feeling he knew where the blonde was leading them. And sure enough, as they stopped outside the 4th door on the left from the statue, Harry found himself outside the prefect’s bathroom.

He turned wide eyes to Draco, “The prefect’s bathroom? What happened to keeping our clothes on?”

“I can assure you we will be keeping our clothes on, now if you could just keep your mind out of the gutter!” With that, Draco whispered the password and swung the door open. Harry’s eyes widened even further at the sight that met him.

The room was lit with soft candle light from chandelier above, but Draco had added to this by placing dozens of candles on every available surface around the room. In the corner was the softest looking furry blanket that Harry had ever seen and it was littered with countless squashy cushions. In the centre of it was a bottle of wine chilling in an elegant silver holder and there were several platters of food that looked too delicious for words.

Draco had firmly locked the door against intruders and then turned to enjoy the look of wonder on Harry’s face.

“It’s beautiful, Draco,” he whispered.

Draco stepped closer, slid his arms around Harry’s waist and pulled him round so they were facing. He leaned in and slowly pressed his lips onto Harry’s. A soft moan sounded from both boys at the gentle pressure. When Harry felt Draco’s tongue swipe against his bottom lip in an unspoken request, he parted his lips and allowed the blondes tongue entry.

Harry’s tongue flicked against Draco’s tentatively and a shiver of pleasure coursed through him as their tongues slid against each other. Harry’s hands slid up to thread through Draco’s silky hair and for once, the blonde remained silent as his neat locks were thoroughly mussed up.

Draco’s own hands found their way into Harry’s hair and he used it as a lever to tilt Harry’s head back, revealing the soft skin of his throat. Draco kissed his way down Harry’s neck, flicking at his skin with the tip of his tongue. A low moan from Harry encouraged Draco to continue and he gently suckled the flesh at the base of Harry’s throat, leaving a red mark which he then licked gently.

Eventually, Draco pulled back from the embrace breathlessly. Harry let out a soft keening noise as if protesting the loss of his boyfriend’s soft lips.

“If we don’t stop now, I don’t think I will ever be able to let you go.”

“That’s ok with me,” Harry murmured against Draco’s neck as his head rested on the blondes shoulder.

“C’mon,” Draco took hold of Harry’s hand and gently led him in the direction of the blanket. As they settled down, Harry ran his fingers through the soft pile, trying to ignore the tightening sensation that had returned to his stomach.

Draco reached out for the wine and began to pour them both a glass. Handing one to Harry, he spoke, “I thought this might help us both relax. Judging by how we’ve been putting it off for days, I don’t think either of us is relishing the thought of this conversation.”

“We don’t have to, Dray, not if you really don’t want to.” Harry reached out and placed his hand over Draco’s.

“I do want to; I want to tell you everything. I’m just scared.”

“Of what?” Harry almost whispered.

“That I’ll lose you, that you’ll go back to hating me.” Draco couldn’t meet Harry’s intense gaze, but looked at the ground while his teeth worried his bottom lip.

Harry got to his knees, placed his hand under Draco’s chin, raising his head till their eyes locked. He pressed several light kisses to Draco’s lips.

“Never,” he murmured as his fingers traced the blondes jaw line. Draco took hold of Harry’s hand and pulled it to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to his palm. Harry promptly climbed into the ‘v’ between Draco’s legs and curled up against his chest, almost spilling his wine in the process.

“Never,” he stated again, fierce determination in his voice.

Draco thought his heart would burst through his chest at Harry’s words. He ran his slightly trembling fingers through Harry’s messy hair, taking deep breaths until he could trust himself to speak.

“We really do need to see about getting you a new hairbrush, Potter.”

Harry let out a gentle snort at this, “way to kill the mood, Malfoy.”

Draco leant forward slightly and snagged one of the silver platters covered in food. He selected one of the tartlets and raised it to Harry’s lips, “Try one of these, they’re my favourite.”

Without question Harry opened his mouth and took at bite, making sure to lick Draco’s fingers as he did.

“Should I be a little concerned? I mean, you pick me up at the door for our ‘date’, you bring me chocolates and now you’re feeding me. When exactly did I become the girl in this relationship?”

Draco sniggered at this and popped the rest of the tartlet in Harry’s mouth before he could protest further.

“Well, you are the one that spends half the time curled up in my lap, and you are awfully pretty with those long lashes and pouty lips!”

The outrage in Harry’s eyes caused Draco to chuckle, that and the fact that his boyfriend had a mouthful of food so was unable to retaliate. Draco relented and stroked Harry’s head affectionately.

“I can assure you that I do not in any way think of you as a girl. I like boy’s remember? And you specifically.”

Harry let out an indignant huff but simply selected another tart and began to eat again. Draco rested his chin on the top of his boyfriends head and took a deep breath.

“Can I ask you something?”

Harry nodded, mouth full of food, but at the serious tone in Draco’s voice he suddenly lost his appetite.

“Do you remember your parents at all?”

Harry almost let out a sigh of relief, of all the questions he had feared answering this was not one of them.

“Sometimes I think I do, but then, I was so young that I think I can’t possibly. I guess that most of it is what people have told me about them and it just feels like I remember being there. I was still only a baby when they died.”

“I bet you were a really cute baby,” Draco murmured, his lips now hot against the skin of Harry’s neck.

Harry smiled weakly at this, “The only real memory I have of them is the night that they were killed.”

Draco tightened his arms around the Gryffindor at this, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against Harry’s torso.

Harry took a deep swallow from his wine before continuing. “When I get too close to a Dementor, that’s what I hear. My mum pleading with Voldemort not to kill me and then her screams as she dies.”

Draco trailed comforting kisses up the side of Harry’s neck, “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Harry shrugged, “S’not your fault.”

“No, but I’m still sorry that you had to go through that. I can’t begin to imagine how that must feel.”

“It’s not great,” Harry admitted slowly, “But I’ve gotten used to it.” Then in an effort to change the subject, he turned his head to look at Draco. “So, talking of cute babies, tell me about your childhood. I bet you were a right spoilt little brat!”

Draco realised that Harry was trying to change the subject away from himself but let it slide. His childhood was one topic he really didn’t mind discussing.

“I was spoilt,” he admitted, “Spoilt rotten in fact. I think it was because my parents couldn’t have any more children after me that they pretty much gave me anything I wanted. But I wasn’t a brat at all, it wouldn’t have been tolerated.”

At the sight of Harry’s questioning look, he continued. “Not like that. My parents never laid a finger on me. I know everyone looks at my Lucius and thinks he’s pure evil but he was a good father to me. I know he’s done some terrible things but I can’t help...”

“You don’t have to apologise for loving him, Draco, he’s still you’re father, whatever else he may be.”

Draco shifted his position, adjusting Harry’s weight against him slightly.

“You know,” he said, conversationally, “It’s a good job you’re so small, what with the amount of time you spend sprawled over me.”

“I’m not small, you git,” Harry spluttered.

“Well, you’re certainly smaller than me,” Draco smirked.

“That’s because you’re a giant, Malfoy, unnaturally tall. I happen to be the perfect height.”

“How tall?”

“5 ft 9”

Draco raised an eyebrow and smiled at his boyfriend, “How tall, Harry?”

“Fine,” Harry huffed, “I’m 5ft 8 ¼”

“Ah yes,” Draco grinned, “let’s not forget that all important ¼. It’s ok, Harry, I happen to have a soft spot for runts!”

Harry turned round to glare at Draco, “I’m not a runt,” he spluttered. “It’s not my fault I had stunted growth when I was a kid. You need food and sunlight to make a plant grow, I would imagine it’s the same for a boy and it’s not like I got much of either.”

“What do you mean?” Draco’s voice was edged with concern now.

Harry cursed silently; he had managed to corner himself on one topic that he really didn’t want to discuss.

“Let’s just say my relatives weren’t exactly fond of me,” he spat, surprised at the amount of residual bitterness he still felt towards the Dursleys.

“But what did you mean when you said you didn’t get much food or daylight? You were kidding right?”

Harry didn’t miss the note of concern in Draco’s voice, so he took a deep breath and began to explain.

“My Aunt and Uncle didn’t want to take me in but I think Dumbledore guilt tripped them into it somehow. But even though I lived with them, I was never part of the family. Until I was eleven I slept in the cupboard under the stairs.”

Draco’s grip tightened protectively round his boyfriend at this, but he didn’t speak as he wasn’t sure he could restrain his anger.

“The only reason they gave me a bedroom after that was when my Hogwarts letter came and it was addressed to my cupboard. I guess they got scared, they were always afraid of anything to do with magic. When I was little and strange things would happen to me, they would lock me in my cupboard for days without food.”

Harry buried his face against Draco’s chest as he continued, “The worst of it was that they told me my parents were drunks who were killed in a car crash. I didn’t even know I was a wizard until Hagrid came to tell me on my 11th birthday.”

“It wasn’t so bad after I started at school; I guess they were a little afraid that I could use magic against them. But they still locked me in my bedroom and one year they even put bars on the window. I guess its muggle’s like them that made people want to follow Voldemort.”

“But I don’t understand why Dumbledore didn’t do anything about it. Surely he would have stopped it if he knew.” Draco looked intently at Harry and suddenly realised something.

“You didn’t tell them did you? Why would you just suffer something like that in silence?”

Harry just shrugged, “There was no point. I had to stay there for the blood protection against Voldemort, and I didn’t want people worrying about something they couldn’t do anything about.”

“Stupid Gryffindor,” Draco murmured affectionately. Then he became more serious and turned Harry’s head so he could look into those impossible green eyes.

“Promise me you will never keep something that serious to yourself again. I’m your boyfriend; it’s my job to worry.”

Harry nodded in agreement, “I promise,” he whispered. His hand went subconsciously to press against his arm where he knew angry red wounds marred his flesh, and prayed to whatever god was listening that Draco would never find out.

“Is that why you never went back to get the rest of your stuff?” Draco questioned, a vague memory of an earlier conversation teasing at his brain.

Harry looked at Draco with a puzzled expression, “What do you mean? What stuff?”

“Well you said that you had left your broom at your relatives and hadn’t gone back for it. I thought it was a bit odd at the time, but I guess it makes sense now.

“Yeah, well I hated being there when I had no choice in the matter. Now that I do, I don’t intend to ever go back. I don’t imagine my broom is still there anyway. I’m pretty sure they would have just burned any reminder of me.”

“Muggle’s are just weird,” Draco mused. “Most Wizarding families would have given their right arm to take in ‘the boy who lived’ didn’t they realise how important you were, you’re Harry Potter for Merlin’s sake.”

“I don’t think they would have given a shit even if they did know. They hated anything to do with magic.”

Harry paused for a moment before adding thoughtfully, “Its odd how most wizarding children grew up knowing my name and I didn’t even really know what my name was until I started school.”

Draco was startled by this, “How could you not know what your own name was? What did they used to call you, if it wasn’t Harry?”

“Mostly just ‘boy’ or sometimes ‘freak’ if they were feeling particularly unpleasant.

The calm acceptance in Harry’s voice as he made this confession caused a tightening in Draco’s chest and he wanted nothing more than to hunt the Dursleys down and show them just how scary magic could really be.

“Bastards,” he spat, “How could anybody call you a freak.”

Harry just shrugged and didn’t reply which worried Draco. “You do know it’s not true, don’t you?”

When no reply was forthcoming, Draco took hold of Harry’s arms and pulled the Gryffindor away from his chest. “Harry, tell me you know it’s not true.”

Harry dragged sad green eyes up to meet his boyfriends intense gaze. “I guess,” he admitted slowly. “It’s just that...did you ever notice how the bad stuff is always much easier to believe?”

“Fucking muggle’s,” Draco ground out, angrily. “I should go round there and fucking kill them for hurting you.”

Harry leaned in and pressed his lips softly against Draco’s, a small smile on his face.

“No offence, Dray, but you’re not exactly the killing type.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Harry had a flash of Draco in the Astronomy tower, his wand shaking as he pointed it at Dumbledore. From the way Draco’s body tensed up, it seemed he was remembering this too.

“Shit!” Harry cursed his own stupidity. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think.”

The blonde shook his head, “It’s ok, and I know you didn’t mean anything by it.” He looked thoughtfully at Harry before adding, “You were there, weren’t you? That night in the Astronomy tower?”

Harry was a little startled that Draco was willingly discussing this topic but nodded his head slowly nonetheless. “Yes, I was,” he answered softly, “How did you know?”

Draco grimaced, “It was just a guess really. When the auror’s questioned me about it, they said there had been a witness who corroborated my story and then I remembered that there had been two brooms. Plus I figured that no one other than you would be willing to speak up for me.”

“I just told them the truth,” Harry stated. “I saw you start to lower you wand before Snape burst in. You wouldn’t have killed him, Dumbledore knew that and so do I.”

“I just couldn’t do it,” Draco admitted softly. “I spent all that year trying to kill him, but when I got the chance to actually do it, I just couldn’t.”

Harry set his glass down on the floor and cuddled back up against Draco’s chest. “You’re not a killer, Dray, that’s not a bad thing.”

“I may not have actually done it, but it wasn’t for want of trying. Look at what I did to Katie Bell with that cursed necklace. Merlin, Harry, I almost killed the Weasel with that poisoned mead. No wonder he hates us being friends, even I can’t blame him for that.”

“You were scared, Draco and you weren’t actually trying to kill him, even Ron understands that. Besides, it’s no worse than what I did to you.” Harry slipped his hand under Draco’s shirt and traced his finger down where he knew the faint silvery scar was.

“How can you defend what I did? I let Death Eaters into the school!”

“I know and I’m not saying it was the greatest move you ever made, but I understand why you did it. You were afraid that Voldemort would kill your family if you didn’t do it, and you knew him well enough to know that it wasn’t an idle threat.”

“But I could have gone to Dumbledore or something,” Draco muttered stubbornly. “Instead, I just took the easy way out.”

“Draco, I saw how upset you were in the bathroom that day. No one seeing that would ever think you took the easy way.”

There was a brief silence when neither boy spoke, both of them lost in their own memories. Harry leant in and kissed Draco’s neck lightly before speaking.

“I just want to say one more thing and then we won’t talk about it anymore, ok?”

He felt, rather than saw, Draco nod in assent.

“My parents died trying to save my life, so I never got the chance to know them. But if I had, if I had grown up with them, like you did with your parents, I don’t know that I wouldn’t have done just about anything to try and save them. You did what you thought you had to and I’m not about to judge you for that, not anymore anyway.”

Draco’s arms were so tight round his body that Harry could barely breath, he was about to protest when he felt the blonde begin to tremble. He slid his arms around Draco’s waist, snuggling against him as close as he could. Harry’s hands stroked Draco’s back gently and he kissed his way up the blonde’s neck, right up to his lips.

When Harry felt the wetness on Draco’s face he thought his heart would break. He tentatively flicked out his tongue and began to lick the salty tears that trickled down his cheeks. One hand gently stroking the blonde’s face, while the other tangled in his silky blonde locks.

Harry felt the tremors subside and Draco lowered his head to burrow in the crook of his boyfriends neck. When Draco spoke, the words were muffled and his voice was still a little unsteady.

“If you’ve messed up my hair, there’s going to be trouble.”

Harry chuckled at this, relieved that Draco was obviously feeling better. “Arse,” he murmured affectionately.

They sat like that for several minutes in silence, with only the sound of each other’s heartbeats. Their arms wrapped so tight around each other, light hair contrasting with dark, pale skin against tanned.

“Harry, there are other things I should...”

Harry pressed a finger to Draco’s lips, “No more, not tonight,” he hushed. “We’ve got the rest of our lives to find out everything about each other, there’s no hurry.” And at that point Harry realised he really meant what he said, he found he couldn’t imagine his life without Draco and that made him feel indescribably happy and terrified all at the same time.

Draco pulled back from the embrace and looked at Harry through lashes still wet from his earlier tears. Harry couldn’t help but reflect that his boyfriend had never looked more beautiful, even if his skin was a little blotchy and his nose was all red and snuffley.

“I don’t know about you,” Draco smiled impishly. “But all this soul baring has made me kind of hungry. I think it’s time to open the chocolates.”

Harry smiled warmly and gently brushed his thumbs over Draco’s cheeks, removing the last traces of wetness. He reached out and retrieved the box and passed it to Draco, who unwrapped it as eagerly as a small child on Christmas morning.

Draco’s eyes feasted greedily on the treat in front of him. Then, just as he was about to select his first one, he looked up at Harry guiltily.

“Sorry, I forgot these are yours. Here, you pick first.” He held the box out to Harry whilst still casting a longing look at it.

Harry shook his head and pushed the box back to Draco, laughing.

“It’s ok. You choose for me, you’re the chocolate connoisseur after all.”

Draco’s hand hovered over the box while he made his selection. He picked one up carefully between his forefinger and thumb and Harry reached out to take it. Draco swatted away his hand, “Let me,” he purred.

He slid the chocolate between Harry’s lips, allowing his fingers to linger just long enough for Harry to suckle them briefly.

Draco watched expectantly, “Well?” he questioned, “Aren’t they just luscious?”

Harry swallowed and nodded, “They’re nice,” he agreed.

“Nice!” Draco almost growled. “They’re not nice Harry, they are heavenly.” He pulled the box closer to his body as if protecting them from Harry, “Philistine,” he muttered darkly.

Harry grinned at this, “How did I not know you were gay,” he asked, rhetorically.

“You’d better not be calling me camp Harry,” Draco glared at his boyfriend but didn’t stop from the act of slipping another treat into his mouth.

“As if I would do that Dray,” Harry replied, in a tone of mock innocence. Draco opened his mouth to refute this statement, but before he could, Harry had popped yet another chocolate into his mouth.

“There,” Harry smiled, “That’s a much better way to keep your mouth occupied”

“I can think of an even better way than that,” Draco replied, swallowing quickly, whilst shooting a lascivious look at Harry.

“Down boy,” Harry grinned in return. “It’s a shame though,” he reflected, “If only we had worked out how we felt years ago, think of all the fun we could have had, instead of constantly fighting.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Pansy is under the impression that most of those fights were just my way of indulging in foreplay with you.”

Harry’s eyes widened in surprise at this. “Are you saying you used to get turned on when we fought?”

Draco shrugged, “Not every time and not really as a reaction to you, well, not consciously anyway. But there was so much anger and passion involved that sometimes I found it a little erotic. There were certainly times when I was extremely grateful for just how loose school robes were.”

“Pansy wasn’t lying when she said you were kinky then.”

“No, she was most definitely telling the truth on that one.” Draco paused and looked at Harry speculatively, “Does that bother you?”

“No, not at all. I’m more curious about it than anything. Maybe I’ll have to get you to show me what it’s all about.” Harry flashed Draco a teasing grin.

“You should be careful saying things like that, Harry,” Draco warned lightly, “I just might hold you to that one of these days.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Harry replied smugly as he watched the shock appear on his boyfriends face.”

Harry smirked at Draco and got to his knees to crawl the short distance towards him with a distinctly predatory gleam in his eyes. He reached out and took the chocolates from Draco’s hand and placed them at the side. Draco let out a small whimper of protest at the loss of his treat, but the sound was soon muffled as Harry captured his lips in a passionate kiss.

His hands went to the buttons on Draco’s shirt and he slowly began unbuttoning them. Draco’s hands went automatically to the edge of Harry’s sweater and began tugging, Harry batted his hands away, “No, I want to do this for you,” he murmured.

He slid the shirt off Draco’s shoulders and sat back to drink in the sight of the blonde’s slender but toned torso.

“Perfect,” he whispered, almost to himself

Harry leant down and began trailing butterfly kisses across Draco’s collar bone, adding gentle nips here and there. He continued to kiss down Draco’s chest until he reached pale pink nipples. He took one in his mouth and sucked on it, listening with satisfaction to the gasp of pleasure that escaped his boyfriend.

This gasp was shortly followed by a hiss as Harry bit down on Draco’s nipple and tugged gently on it with his teeth. The sensation caused Draco’s erection to strain wildly against his trousers and Harry wasn’t any better off.

Harry then trailed his tongue down Draco’s sternum before coming to rest just on the edge of his belly button. Tentatively, Harry dipped his tongue into Draco’s navel and swirled his tongue.

“Harry,” he heard Draco cry out, his voice thick with desire

sensing the need in his boyfriend, Harry trailed his hands to the Draco’s trousers and began to unzip them slowly. He looked up and found grey eyes staring back at him, unfocussed and glazed with desire.

He slid Draco’s trousers off and then hesitantly hooked his fingers under the waistband of his boxers. Looking up at Draco for approval, he received an eager nod, “Fuck, yes” Draco hissed.

Harry slid down Draco’s boxers and found himself staring at his boyfriend’s erection with wonder. This was the first time he had ever fully seen Draco naked and it was amazing.

Draco’s cock looked perfect, standing erect in its nest of pale blonde curls, the tip glistening with precum. Harry couldn’t help himself; he leaned in and gently swiped his tongue over the head of Draco’s erection, tasting him.

He took the tip of Draco’s cock into his mouth, sucking lightly. He concentrated hard on trying to remember what he had read in his book earlier that day, wanting more than anything to pleasure Draco.

As the Slytherin’s hands tangled in his messy raven locks, Harry took hold of his courage and slowly took as much of Draco’s cock into his mouth as he could. As he felt the tip brush against the back of his throat, Draco’s hips gave a sudden thrust upwards, almost gagging him. Harry pulled back for a moment and Draco’s length slid out of his mouth with a faint ‘pop’

Harry pressed one hand flat against Draco’s hips and eased his lips back onto his swollen cock, sliding them down the shaft. Harry hummed softly around Draco and felt his own cock twitch at the keening sound that escaped the blonde’s throat.

Harry fumbled at the fastenings on his own trousers and quickly thrust his hand inside his boxers, closing firmly around his own erection, stroking rapidly.

“Yes,” Draco hissed, “Fuck yes, Harry!”

Encouraged by the reaction he was eliciting from his boyfriend, Harry pulled back and ran his tongue down the underside of Draco’s cock, before tonguing the slit. Draco’s hips were thrusting desperately against Harry’s restraining hand, small whimpers of pleasure escaping his lips.

Harry looked up at his boyfriend and marvelled at what an erotic sight he was. Spread naked before him, eyes shut tight, his head thrown back and lips swollen. Harry increased the thrusts on his own erection before taking Draco back into his mouth again, sucking lightly at first, but then increasing in passion.

“Please,” Draco begged, incapable of further speech.

Harry felt Draco tense and before he had time to understand his warning cry, he felt Draco’s seed spurting into his mouth, warm and salty. Harry swallowed, wanting to take all that Draco offered him and continued to suck at his now softening in cock. A few more sharp tugs on his own erection and Harry was coming with a soft cry.

Harry crawled up Draco’s body and placed a messy kiss on his lips, allowing the blonde to taste himself.

Draco looked up at Harry, a dazed expression in his eyes, “That was amazing,” he whispered. Draco then started to sit up, “I should do you too,” he stated.

In reply, Harry held up his hand, still sticky with his own cum. “No need,” he explained somewhat sheepishly. Slightly disappointed that he wouldn’t get to suck Harry, Draco contented himself with taking his boyfriends fingers between his lips, one by one, and sucking every last drop of Harry’s cum off them.

Finally the two boys wrapped their arms around each other and snuggled close, the afterglow leaving them very sleepy. Harry was asleep in minutes, while Draco stayed awake gazing in amazement at his boyfriend, before he too was claimed by sleep.

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