Alliances

** A/N: I wasn't planning on posting this tonight. But because I love you guys I decided to do this one early.

Chapter 3

It is a well kept Slytherin secret, but Draco Malfoy is a person of intense passions. He had a reputation of being cold and icy, but if anyone were to look closely they would notice that there was way to be seen then just the haughty demeanor that he showed the public. While at Hogwarts he had earned the nickname "Ice Prince of Slytherin", and to the casual observer this would be fitting. His cutting remarks, sneering contempt, and slicing wit had left behind their fair share of casualties over the years. Most people learned quickly, that Draco Malfoy was not someone to be trifled with. However, when you look past the surface, that you catch glimpses of something more.

Everything he did, he did with intensity. He didn't dislike something, he hated things with abhorrence. He loathed, and was contemptuous; every fiber of his being was set on a path of utter destruction until the object of his obsession was destroyed. The same was true with things he loved. There was more to him than just viciousness and fury; there was also dedication and zeal, affection and devotion to those he loves. Deep is the flame that burns in Draco Malfoy. And like most fires, there is the potential for life saving warmth, or a blazing bonfire of destruction.

Draco's kisses were like Draco himself, intense and all consuming. His arms wrapped around Harry and pulled him tight up against his slightly taller body, as his mouth delved deeper into his. The kiss was deep and erotically wet. Tongues swathed over and under each other, slipping back and forth in a rapid fight for more sensations. Heavy intense breathing set the cadence of their rapid heartbeats as both men were captivated by their desires.

Very few thoughts were going through Draco's brain at that moment. This is because his senses were being bombarded by the taste and feel of Harry Potter. In fact, the only thought going through his mind at all at that second was, more. He really hoped that Potter didn't slap him because he didn’t think he could stop kissing him right now. In fact, he felt that he would be happy living out the rest of his life, attached at the mouth to one Harry Potter.

It was the slight trembling of the body in his arms that jolted him back to his senses. He pulled away slightly and stared down at the intense green eyes that were reflected back at him in the darkness. He couldn't quite force himself to let go of Harry completely. "Are you alright?" he gently asked.

Harry's breaths came out in gasping little puffs as he replied, "Yes. Um, you kissed me," he said. Harry wasn't feeling his wittiest at that moment, seeing as how his whole world just imploded.

"I'm sorry I pounced on you. It's just that, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. I was going to wait, but I just couldn't stand it anymore. Are you mad?" he finally asked. Draco wondered if this conversation was going to end with him having a black eye. Considering there past history, that seemed fairly likely.

"Not mad, just well, shocked. I wasn’t expecting you to kiss me." It was standing that close that Harry realized that during the past couple of years Malfoy had grown. He was now shorter than Malfoy. Dammit.

"Well, I did." Draco replied very awkwardly. "I’ve fancied you for some time actually. I didn’t know if you were gay or not. I mean on one hand you had the social graces of a rampaging Hippogriff, but on the other hand there was that brief fling you had with Cho Chang in fifth year. Oh, and Ginny Weasley in sixth, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. I know I had to keep my male affairs very low key during that time too. That’s what lead to the whole “Pansy Fiasco”. And I know that I saw you checking out Justin Finch-Fetchley’s ass one day during Transfigurations. Anyways, I didn’t know if you were or not, I just hoped. And if you weren’t well then, at least I got a kiss out of this right? So, I guess what I’m asking is, are you?” Draco mentally slapped himself, he was babbling like an idiot. He wasn’t sure but maybe he had accidentally swallowed essence of Hufflepuff or something, because that’s pretty much the only explanation he had for how stupid he sounded just then. This sucked.

The side of Harry's neck flushed a little bit as he mumbled something.

“What was that Harry?” Draco said. He also realized he was still holding Potter and reluctantly let him go.

“I said, ‘I like who I like.’” Harry finally said desperately trying not to look Malfoy directly in the face. He repeated the carefully thought out argument he had given to Ron and Hermione when they had asked him a similar thing. “I don’t see why I have to define what I like or who in some predefined roles. I just go with what feels right. Whether that is a male or female doesn’t matter. It’s what inside that counts.”

“Not much of an answer there Potter. But I’ll take that as a yes.” Malfoy smirked. “So I guess my next question is, do you like me then?”

“Malfoy, I don’t know you. If you’re talking about the Draco Malfoy I knew growing up, then no I didn’t like him at all. That boy was a prat and a bully. I haven’t seen you in years, and apparently the boy I thought I knew back then was just a façade. I don’t know who the real Draco Malfoy is. Do I find you physically appealing? Yes. But that is only on the outside.” Harry decided to put some distance between him and Malfoy. He desperately needed to get some sort of perspective. His brain and mouth were saying one thing, but ‘Downstairs Harry’ was thinking something totally different.

“Well Harry,” Malfoy said deliberately using Harry’s first name as he subtly closed the distance between them. It was in his advantage to keep Potter as unbalanced as possible. “Do you want to get to know this Draco Malfoy? I know that I want to get to know you Harry. I want to be intimately acquainted with your insides and outsides.” Draco’s grin was very reminiscent of a shark as he noticed that Harry was very close to having his back to the mantle behind him. He had maneuvered Harry into a corner. Harry was boxed in. Draco placed an arm on either side of Harry’s body leaving him with no room to maneuver out. He had Harry exactly where he wanted him.

“Friends, err…Draco, why don’t we try to be friends first. We have this alliance now, why don’t we take it from there and see what develops.” Harry said, having realized that he was in a difficult situation. To be totally honest, Harry had thought of Draco in terms of intimacy before, he just thought it would never work in reality. Malfoy was a Slytherin, and he was a Gryffindor, and that was that. Really, this was turning out to be one of the most bizarre days of his life. Ranking right up there on his eleventh birthday when he first found out magic was real. Harry decided that he needed to regain control of this situation before things got even further out of hand. Thinking that the best defense was a good offense, he tried to turn the tables on Malfoy. "I saw you naked once. You were with Blaise,” he blurted out of the blue.

"I doubt that. We've only ever fooled around in our dorms at night. You couldn't have seen us," said Draco.

"Well the thing is, I was umm...doing reconnaissance missions, at night down in the Slytherin dorms trying to get inside information," Harry quickly replied.

At this explanation, a slow smile came across Draco's face. "Reconnaissance mission huh? Let me make sure I have this right. What you're saying is, that you sneaked down into the Slytherin dorms in the middle of the night, waited until everyone was seemingly asleep, and then observed Blaise and I sexually gratify ourselves, so you can get a head's up on Voldermort's inner plans? I can see how that makes sense, because the Dark Lord regularly comes into the boys dorms in the middle of the night to watch adolescent boys buggering each other. I really hope that you think I’m stupid enough to believe that crap Potter. I mean honestly, it’s an insult to my intelligence. What do I look like a Hufflepuff?" He started to snicker as he said, "I guess I'm just going to have to call you Pervert Potter from now on."

"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry said, blushing even more. Okay, maybe this wasn’t the best thought out plan, but Malfoy had him trapped up against the mantle and he was feeling slightly panicked.

"It's okay with me Harry, if you like to watch," Draco whispered in his ear. "Tell me, was it more than once?"

There was a beat of silence, and then Harry gave a jerky shake of his head in the affirmative.

At this, Draco sucked in a breath, and pressed his lower body to Harry’s. "So did you like what you saw?" he asked, his breath a hushed drawl in the night air. His hands had left from the safety of Harry's arms and had started to travel in smoothing roaming circles down his lower back and beyond.

Harry made little gasping noises as Draco's hands roamed over him. His eyes were closed tight, as he replied, "You're beautiful, Draco."

"Harry, when you saw Blaise and me, did you ever wish it was someone else I was doing that with?"

Harry opened his eyes and looked at Draco. He knew this was dangerous. Merlin only knows what Malfoy was up to, and if he could be trusted or not. It could be anything from a petty humiliation, or even some nefarious scheme to turn him over to the Dark Lord. Draco Malfoy was Slytherin to the core, he would use any means to achieve his goals. Looking into those silver eyes Harry wondered, was it worth the risk? "Yes," Harry gasped out answering both of their questions, his breath very shaky. "I wanted it to be me. I would jerk off at night thinking it was me that you were slipping in and out of. I still want that, Draco." Yes Draco Malfoy was Slytherin, but Harry was a Gryffindor. He’d take that risk.

"You feel so good to me Harry, it's intoxicating," Draco grabbed on of Harry's hands and pulled his palm down to his throbbing cock. "Feel that, Harry, feel how hard I am for you. That's what you do to me," Draco groaned as Harry's hand started to stroke him through the material of his trousers.

"Draco," Harry panted in the side of his neck before pressing an open mouth kiss there. Harry felt his heart knocking around in his chest, and he thought he should slow things down before he exploded in his boxers. Gathering his scattered wits and some hard won willpower, Harry stepped away from Draco putting some much needed space between them.

Draco's eyes, which had been glazed over, cleared up a little bit at this action. He shot a questioning look at Harry and went to step back in closer to Harry.

Harry quickly stepped back, maintaining space between Draco and him. "Um, err; this is just a little too fast for me Draco. I don't hope into bed with blocks like that," Harry said.

"Are you saying that if I was a girl you would?" Draco asked stepping to his right side, looking for a weak moment to try for another ambush tactic.

Harry stepped left keeping his front pointed towards Draco, swerving his whole body position to leave nothing vulnerable, "No, I'm not saying that at all. What I'm saying is sex isn't a game for me. I don't do the casual thing."

"Harry, trust me when I say, that nothing I've ever felt towards you has been casual," Draco said. He looked at Harry carefully considering his movements. "I will admit that your little mating dance intrigues me, Potter. If I had plumage right now I'd be spreading it for your appraisal."

"Draco, I'm being serious. We both have too much going on right now, to be falling into bed. I have the Order and the war, and you the Slytherins. There is just too much going on to be throwing a relationship into the mix of things."

Draco gave him a long careful look before speaking, "The war, the Order, Slytherin vs. Gryffindor, the entire Wizarding world; all that stopped the second I kissed you Harry. All that stuff, is secondary. Right here, in this moment there is no one in this room but you and I. Malfoy and Potter, will continue to do what they need to do, but right now the question is what do Harry and Draco want? I know the answer to half of that question. I may not have a large wing span to impress you with, but I do have this." And after saying this Draco reached into his trousers and pulled his swollen cock out of his pants, and started slowly stroking himself.

Harry let out a chocking gasp, as his eyes were riveted to the sight before him. Whatever objections he had were pretty much thrown out the window, at that moment he could barely breath nevertheless think coherently. He took a trembling step towards Draco, "You know, that’s hardly fair, exposing yourself like that. Especially after what I already told you. If this turns out to be just another dream, I'm going to die."

"If it is, I'm having the exact same one, and I hope to never wake up. Besides, who said anything about playing fair," Draco said closing the distance between them even more. "Touch me, Harry. I need to feel your hand on me," he said, as he opened his arms and once again pulled Harry up against his frame. Harry reached out and slowly wrapped his hand around Draco. As his hand started to slowly stroke the impressive member before him, he couldn't help but let out these tiny shivery gasps. This just served to inflame Draco's senses even more, if that was even possible. Draco trailed his hand down, grabbing his firm butt. "This," Draco said, squeezing Harry's ass hard. "I want to be inside of this."

Harry felt his knees weaken a little at the thought. He wrapped his other arm around Draco's waist and mumbled something in a low voice.

"What was that pet? I can't hear you when you talk into my shoulder," Draco said.

"Pet?"

"Don't like it? Is it too much?"

"No, it's just that no one has ever called me something like that before. Speaking of which, what I was trying to say was, I hadn't done anything like that before," Harry replied in a trembling insecure voice.

"Never done what be a bottom? It’s okay I’m comfortable doing either," Draco said.

"No I’ve never done anything. I'm a virgin," at seeing Draco's surprised expression; he felt he had to explain himself. "Well what if like I needed to do some obscure spell requiring a virgin sacrifice. Or what if we need Unicorn tears or something like that."

"It's sad that is the best you could come up with. I hope Granger and Weasley weren't stupid enough to believe that lame excuse," Draco replied with a smirk. "Besides, that's what you have Longbottom for."

"Shut it. Look, don't start being all snarky again. I've just been busy, not to mention I have trust issues," Harry said defensively.

Draco ignored all the rest of the other things, and got to the heart matter. "So are you saying that you trust me Harry?" he asked.

There was a heartbeat of silence, where the world seemed to wait on baited breath. Then Harry finally said, “Trust isn’t given Draco, it’s earned. I’ll promise to keep the door open and try. But that’s all I can promise."

"Good. That’s all I’m asking." and with that Draco smiled.

Just then the door opened, and they were interrupted by the arrival of Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise Zabini. Harry and Draco had stepped away from each other with the first sound of the door. Now they stood apart, studying the three that had just come in.

"Report," Draco said in a brisk manner.

"Everything is secured, Draco," Blaise said. "Longbottom left with two Order members and Pettigrew. They Disapparated after walking off the edge of the grounds. Guard duty rotations have been worked out; we have people in roving patrols. It will be pretty hard someone to come on us unawares. This place is as defensible as it can be under the circumstances. No communications from outside. I don't think we've been missed yet," Blaise said, and gave Draco a weird look. "You do realize of course that your dick is hanging out?"

"Stop staring at my feathers Zabini," Draco said, making no move to put himself away. Instead, he nonchalantly crossed his arms and looked each of the Slytherins straight in the eye, before passing out further orders to get them settled for the night and dismissed them.

As they left, Crabbe asked Zabini, "Feathers?"

"Don't ask Vincent. I don't think we even want to know," Zabini replied, and then the three were out of earshot.

At Harry's quiet snickers, Draco tucked himself away, turning back to the smaller man. "When in doubt, brazen it out. That's my motto," Draco said.

"Oh something is out alright," Harry said in a droll tone. Then a more serious look came on his face. "Draco, where do your parents think the YSA is? When do you expect to be missed?"

"Not for a couple of days yet. I told father that I was taking some off the younger D.E. with me on a training mission. Right now, they think I'm out somewhere teaching them how to perform Unforgivables on poor unsuspecting Muggles. But I don't want to talk business right now; I want to talk about us."

"What about us?" Harry asked.

"I want you to know as much time as it takes Harry, I can wait until you’re comfortable with things. To be honest, it's a little overwhelming for me as well. I was certain you were going to hex my bits off."

"Actually, I rather like your bits," Harry said with a grin slipping his arms up around Draco's neck.

"Excellent. I rather fancy them myself," Draco grinned as well, hugging Harry to him. He bent his head down and proceeded to give Harry another shatteringly intense kiss.

"You're good at that," Harry said, slightly out of breath.

"Thank you. What can I say, I've found myself to be inspired," Draco panted. He started placing tiny little kisses on Harry's closed eyes and face.

"Draco, I have to go. I need to check in on the Order before it gets too late."

Draco hugged him tight before reluctantly releasing him. He still held on to his hand as he stepped away from Harry giving him his own air to breath again. "Fine, I know you have things to do. Just remember, you're mine now. I've laid claim to this and this," he said, touching Harry's head and cock. "I'm hoping that you will give me this, when you're ready," he said, letting his hand come to rest on Harry's heart.

"The same from me to you," Harry said, and then quickly left the room before he melted into a puddle on the floor. After a moment to compose himself, Draco followed Harry out the room, going off to talk to his Slytherins and make sure everything was being taken care of.

Over the fireplace mantle two figures in a painting, who had been quietly watching turned to each other. "A Malfoy of all people, Lily. This can turn out bad."

"Trust, James. He trusts him, and I trust Harry. It will work out. It has too," Lily Potter said to her husband. "It's been a difficult path our son has had to walk. All we can really do now is to trust him, and wait and see how things turned out. Harry has never let us down yet. He'll manage this as well. You'll see."

"You're right, as usual. I just have a bad feeling about this, that's all,"
James said. "I hope I'm wrong, for Harry's sake."

"I do too."