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Chapter 31: Never Told Me
Chapter Number/Total: 31/44
Chapter Title: Never Told Me
Words: 3869 Words
Draco had not been trying to eavesdrop, but the last part of the conversation had been loud enough that he couldn't help it. He sighed and shook his head, making his way directly to Harry.
Harry sat on the floor and didn't even notice Draco approaching.
Draco stood looking down at him. He sighed and shook his head again. If Harry had asked him, he would have advised against telling Ron Weasley at this point. "I could hear how well that went," he said.
Harry groaned quietly, not looking up.
Draco crouched down beside him, reaching a hand to push Harry's hair out of his face. "You expected a different response?"
"No," Harry answered. "It still doesn't make it any easier."
"Come on, let's get you off the floor," Draco said, tugging on his lover's arms.
Harry stood as Draco tugged on him, but he felt miserable. They were all going to hate him.
Draco led him into the sitting room and sat him down on the sofa, sitting beside him.
Harry sighed, leaning back against the cushions and staring at the ceiling.
Draco knew better than to say he'd known this would happen. Hell, even if Harry hadn't been dating his sister, Ron wouldn't have accepted Draco as Harry's lover. He sat stroking the other man's hair and waiting.
"He's so stupid," Harry said quietly after a while. "He really is."
Draco huffed but didn't add commentary on that, knowing it would not help.
"I mean really," Harry continued, sitting up suddenly. "Everything's completely all right, all is forgiven, but Harry's been sleeping with Draco Malfoy, so it all changes. Bloody fucking hell, that's completely stupid. He was even going to give you a chance after all that stuff Nev -" But he ceased his ranting suddenly.
Draco's hand moved back to rest on the sofa. He closed his eyes and shook his head. "I was hoping I had misunderstood that."
Harry bit his lip. He hadn't meant to let that information slip. He looked at Draco, frowning.
"He promised he wouldn't tell anyone," Draco said, looking at Harry again.
"He was defending you when he told me," Harry said. "And he got everyone to shut their mouths about you, too." He frowned again. "Why ... why didn't you tell me?"
Draco leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and staring at the carpet. He tried to figure out how to explain it. "I guess, in some ways it was like what happened with you and Ginny," he began. "I couldn't tell you at first. By the time I could, well there just never seemed to be the right time. And I guess ... I guess I wanted you to want me without knowing."
"I did, you know," Harry said quietly. "He only told me at Seamus' Christmas party."
Draco couldn't help but feel some satisfaction at that. He smiled and glanced over at Harry. "Good," he nodded, satisfied. "Can you understand why I didn't want that to be the reason you accepted me?"
"Well, I imagine you wanted me to trust you on my own," Harry said.
"That's part of it," Draco replied. "I never really intended anyone to know, to be honest."
Harry scooted closer to Draco. "He didn't do it to be an arsehole," he said. "He really didn't."
"I know Neville," Draco said, smirking. "I have never seen him be an arsehole."
"No, he's definitely not," Harry agreed. "He's probably a better man than all of us."
Draco nodded. "He saved me a few beatings back then," he said softly. "Some of the others felt it was open season on me."
Harry's face transformed into anger. "Yeah, I heard that too," he said bitterly.
"I guess they felt I had it coming after the things I had done before," Draco shrugged. "They might be right. But that on top of what the Carrows were doing wasn't good for my health."
"What did happen to you, Draco?" Harry asked him in a near whisper, kissing him gently on the temple.
"I don't know if I want to go into details," Draco said, shaking as he spoke. He turned to look at Harry. "I heard you said you were there, on the tower ...."
Harry pulled Draco into his arms as he shook. "I was," he said quietly. "Under my Cloak."
"So you know I didn't do it. That I didn't want to do it," Draco whispered, allowing Harry to hold him.
"Yes," Harry answered. "I told you that. I don't know the exact reason why you changed your mind up there, why you didn't do it, but I'm glad you didn’t."
"Well, it didn't save him, did it? And the Dark Lord was very angry with me and with my family," Draco continued to whisper, as if doing so would make it less painful.
"It wouldn't have saved him anyway," Harry whispered back. "Haven't you wondered why I fought to have Snape's portrait in the Head office at Hogwarts?"
"Yes, I did," Draco admitted, looking up at him again.
Harry sighed. "He killed Dumbledore on Dumbledore's orders. It's ... very complicated, but Dumbledore was dying already. He wanted Snape to kill him, to make sure Voldemort trusted Snape, and Snape did it. Snape ... did a lot of things I never knew before."
Draco's eyes widened. "Snape wasn't working for Voldemort?" he asked, sounding genuinely stunned.
Harry shook his head. "Not since the night my mum died," he said quietly.
It took a minute for that to sink in. "Not since ... oh, fuck," Draco swore, and began to shake even more violently.
Harry frowned slightly, holding Draco tighter. "What is it?" he asked.
"He never told me," the blond whispered. "All that time and I didn't know. I thought he hated me because I had failed."
"He was a spy," Harry said, "for the entire second half of the war."
Draco wanted to cry. It was painful to learn this now. To know he could have gone to Snape for help during seventh year but hadn't.
Harry rocked very slightly, working to calm Draco down. "You can tell me anything," he whispered. "Or nothing. I'm here."
"After that night on the tower," Draco tried to continue his story.
Harry held Draco's head against his chest, petting his hair. He wasn't entirely sure what was wrong with him, but he waited.
"Snape took me home. I thought it would be safe at home," Draco whispered still. "It was always safe before. But He was there."
Harry winced.
"He brought Father home, from Azkaban," Draco continued. He had never talked with anyone about the things that happened that year. "But it was like he wasn't my father anymore. He was ... quiet and scared and ... different."
"Anyone would be scared with that in their house," Harry soothed, remembering himself how terrified Lucius Malfoy had looked.
"Aunt Bella and the others too," Draco added, swallowing hard again. "All of them were angry with me for failing."
Harry winced again. He didn't know if he even wanted to hear some of the things that probably went on.
"I was punished," Draco said quietly.
That was enough for Harry. "It's over now," he whispered. "It's over, and he's gone. A lot of them are gone."
Draco knew when to shut up, so he did, but that didn't stop the memories from crowding in. He shook with them.
Harry only continued to hold Draco. He knew himself some of the things that had happened. He'd seen them for brief moments through Voldemort's eyes.
"I didn't tell you because I didn't tell anyone," Draco finally admitted.
Harry sat silently for a few moments. "You didn't do it to make it out that you're a hero," he said quietly. "But ... it seems you are one, as much as Neville and all the rest, if not more, if everything Neville told me is true."
Draco shook his head. "I don't know if I believe that, but I had to do something to stay sane. Not sure I managed the second part, actually," he said, with a smirk.
Harry smiled a little.
Draco buried his face against Harry's chest then, sighing. "There is another reason I didn't tell you, though," he said.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked quietly.
"I didn't want my father to know," Draco answered, muffled. "To know I defied him."
Harry frowned. "You're defying him by being with me," he reminded.
"Yes, I am," Draco agreed. "And I still haven't figured out how to tell him."
Harry sighed. "I'll be here with you," he assured. "Whenever you want to do it, even if it's just in a letter."
Draco pulled back enough to look Harry in the face again. "A lot of trouble to be with me, you know," he said, smiling slightly.
"You're worth every bit of trouble that ever befalls me," Harry replied, smiling as well as he squeezed Draco.
"I know he is your best mate," Draco said, abruptly changing the subject back to where they'd started. "I know it hurts to have him yell at you like that."
Harry sighed again. "It does," he said quietly. "But I guess I really was expecting it. I was expecting him to know when he got here. I don't know why Ginny kept it ...."
"She covered for you, did she?" Draco asked. "Was that to help or because she didn't want to deal with it?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know," he said quietly. "I haven't talked to her."
"I guess, in the long run, it might help that Neville told your friends about what I did before they found out about us. At least, those who aren't Ron," he said. "I actually had wondered why everyone was so civil to me at Christmas."
"I guess that was it," Harry shrugged. "Everyone definitely believed Neville."
"Hey, I believed in his honesty enough to risk my life," Draco said, smiling.
"He's a good bloke," Harry smiled too. "You ended up a DA member." He kissed Draco gently.
"Wouldn't the old man have found that funny," Draco commented, shaking his head.
Harry smiled again. "Probably," he agreed. "I think he'd be happy about it."
"As long as you are happy, that's all that matters to me," Draco said, leaning in to kiss Harry.
Harry leaned towards him, kissing him back. "I'm very happy," he whispered.
Draco wanted to touch and be held and feel good again. He deepened the kiss, tongue caressing the inside of Harry's lips.
Harry sighed through his nose, touching his tongue to Draco's gently.
Both Draco's hands came up to Harry's face, holding him as he slid his tongue against his lover's. He nearly climbed into Harry's lap as he did.
Harry pulled Draco the rest of the way into his lap, holding his hips. "You know I ache when I'm away from you?" he whispered, kissing slowly.
"Where do you ache?" Draco asked, smiling. His voice was low with his own arousal. He slid his hands down Harry's back, massaging and caressing.
Harry chuckled deeply. "You're oh-so-romantic," he said sarcastically, though his tone gave away his delight.
"That wasn't romantic?" Draco asked in mock offence as his hands continued down, cupping Harry's arse.
"No, just horny," Harry replied with another deep, quiet laugh, feeling up Draco with his own hands.
"Isn't it romantic if the only one I'm horny for is you?" Draco asked, nipping at Harry's chin.
"I find I like that quite a lot," Harry replied with a slow grin. "Romantic? I'm not so sure, but I don't think I mind very much."
Draco worked his hands under the back of Harry's shirt and pushed the material up, allowing his fingers to caress the warm skin directly as he nipped and licked on his lover's neck. "Good," he whispered.
"Mmm," Harry moaned softly, tipping his head back. "I get everything with you," he said.
"You do? What's everything?" Draco asked, and then pulled Harry's shirt up completely, tugging it over his head.
Harry had lifted his arms as Draco pulled, and his glasses went with his shirt. "You're gorgeous for one thing," he said, voice still deep. "You're romantic, and sexy, and hot. Sometimes all three during one session," he chuckled, "and I'm the luckiest fucking bloke in the world to have you."
"Yes, you are," Draco said with a smirk as his mouth descended onto Harry's collarbone while his hands roamed over his upper body. "Gods, I love you," he mouthed against Harry's skin.
Harry sighed again, beginning to tug on Draco's shirt. "And there's that, too," he said, his entire body warming considerably.
Draco helped with the shirt and sighed when he felt Harry's hands on his skin, too. "Yes, baby," he said, and then sucked one of Harry's nipples into his mouth.
Harry's eyelids drooped and his heartbeat sped up. "Merlin, and I love when you call me that," he said, sliding a hand down Draco's back.
Draco chuckled, nipping at the flesh in his mouth. One arm wound around Harry's waist now and the other hand slid down Harry's belly.
"Mmm," Harry moaned again, still running fingers over Draco's skin as he was touched. He twitched a little at the nip, his smile widening.
Draco noticed Harry's reaction and pressed his teeth more firmly around his lover's nipple. His hand reached the waistband of his trousers and began to unfasten them.
Harry gasped and looked down, his cock jumping.
Draco released his nipple and worked his way to the other one. He pulled Harry's trousers open enough to slide a hand inside his shorts and run his fingers down his lover's shaft.
Harry arched his back, thrusting his cock into Draco's hand. "Yes, baby," he hissed.
Draco bit Harry's other nipple, squeezing his hand on his cock at the same time.
One of Harry's hands gripped Draco's hair and pulled while the other found the material of the couch cushion and pulled on that. He hissed again, trying not to thrust more than he already was. The bite hurt a bit, but it felt ... good.
Draco began a series of bites over Harry's chest, stroking his cock as he did. "I want to lick and bite every inch of you," he said, demonstrating again.
"Fuck, yes," Harry whispered, wondering if Draco found it strange that he liked it.
"Tell me when it is too much," Draco said, biting harder on Harry's belly.
Harry cried out, arching again. There was something thrilling about Draco's teeth on him, something about knowing he could bite a chunk out of him but that he wouldn't. It was very sexy.
Draco reached to pull on Harry's trousers. He yanked them down enough to expose Harry's cock and then began licking and biting his hips.
"Oh, fuck, fuck," Harry whimpered, really feeling the bites now on his more sensitive skin, but still not wanting Draco to stop.
Draco sucked hard, leaving a mark on Harry's hip. Harry's cock was twitching with the bites and Draco refused to give him relief yet.
Harry groaned, breathing quickly as he continued thrusting, mindlessly trying to get attention.
"Do I need to tie you down?" Draco asked, looking up at his lover.
Harry eyes widened and he blushed at the vision that the simple statement brought to his mind.
"Yes, you like that," Draco said, grinning, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. He got off the couch, Summoning his wand. "Ready?"
"Oh, fuck," Harry gasped, staring up at Draco. Was he really going to do it? He gave a few quick, short nods.
"Take your trousers off and then stretch out on the sofa," Draco instructed, his own arousal twitching in anticipation.
Harry fumbled in his haste, wildly kicking off his shoes and trousers, twisting them up so that it actually took longer than it normally might have. He laid back on the couch then, chest heaving.
Draco would have laughed but he was far too aroused. He grinned, waiting while Harry followed his orders. "Arms above your head," he continued.
Harry's eyes were dark as he did as he was told. Oh, God, he was a complete freak.
Draco cast the spell, ropes tying his lover's arms and feet in place. "Now that is a beautiful sight," he breathed, proud of his handiwork.
Harry stared up at his blond lover, registering the lust-filled look on his face. Well, he thought, at least they could be freaks together. He pulled on the ropes, testing them, and found that he was quite bound. He groaned again, an edge of strange fear and anticipation added to his arousal.
Draco's grin didn't diminish. He set down his wand and began unfastening his own trousers, watching Harry has he did.
Harry's eyes were glued to Draco's body, watching those slender, long fingers work on buttons. "Fuck, Draco, fuck," he whispered, arching up again without even realising he was doing so.
Draco stripped, lying the rest of his clothes aside. He stood right over Harry, stroking his own cock while he looked at his lover. "What wicked things can I do to you, baby?"
Harry's cock was dripping pre-come now, and he could've sworn Draco's words alone touched him somehow. "Oh, my God," he breathed. "Anything."
Draco got to one knee beside the sofa and began where he'd left off, nipping and licking Harry's hips and then down his thighs. He reached a hand up to twist a nipple as he did.
"Shit!" Harry shouted, twisting with the twisting of his nipple. His cock twitched again, begging for some sort of fucking anything.
Draco made sure to torture both nipples and then run his fingernails down Harry's chest and belly. Meanwhile, his mouth was working further inward, now biting the soft insides of Harry's thighs. "I love the feel of your flesh between my teeth and the way it makes you squirm," Draco murmured. "Is it too much, baby? Or do you like it like this?"
"More," Harry gasped, flushing again and squeezing his eyes shut.
"Oh, yes, that's it," Draco said, nails running down Harry's legs now. Without warning, he leaned in and gently nipped at Harry's scrotum, watching for the reaction.
Harry's eyes flew open as he instinctively moved away. He looked down at Draco. Any sort of bite harder than that, down in that sensitive area, would definitely be a bit much, though the little gentle one wasn't bad.
"You are so hard and wet," Draco cooed at his lover. He arched an eyebrow and then opened his mouth, taking the head of the man's cock inside. But instead of using his lips to hold him, he very gently used his teeth.
Harry took in a deep breath, feeling another twinge of nervousness next to his arousal. Draco's teeth were on his cock. He had the power to seriously hurt seriously badly right then. Harry was tense and relaxed at the same time, eyes on Draco's mouth.
Draco used the tip of his tongue to trace the ridge of the cock's crown, still holding him with his teeth. He laid a hand on Harry's hips, making sure to hold him still so that he wouldn't be injured by the game.
Harry groaned, letting his head fall back as he pulled at the ropes on his hands to relieve some of the tension.
Draco swirled his tongue against the sensitive flesh now.
Harry groaned again, feeling Draco's hand holding him down as he tried to thrust up a little. "Draco," he pleaded.
Draco looked up, mouth still on his lover. He stopped, holding still and arching an eyebrow in question.
"No, no, don't stop!" Harry said quickly. The last thing he wanted Draco to do was stop; he had been about to beg for more.
Draco would have smiled then but instead he allowed his lips to close around Harry's cock and his tongue to press harder.
"Nggggh, fuck, yes," Harry whimpered, pulling the ropes and arching his back again.
Draco sucked and licked, still holding Harry down firmly.
Harry tried to writhe and squirm, held down by his lover. "I wanna fuck," he gasped suddenly. "Please, Draco, please!"
Draco gave another hard suck before releasing Harry's cock with a pop. He stood back up and lifted his wand. "My turn to fill you," he said with a grin. He released the ropes. "On your knees and bending over the couch," he commanded.
Harry scrambled upright, turning and practically throwing himself over the back of the sofa. "Oh, fuck yes, please," he moaned, his cock aching.
Draco Summoned the lube then and slicked his own cock. "I am going to fuck that tight hole," he promised. "Going to pound you into the cushions of that sofa." He smiled, remembering Weasley's parting words.
Harry threw his head back, rubbing his cock against the couch. He had to resist the urge to reach down and touch himself. "Fuck yes. Pound me," he groaned.
Draco moved behind his lover, holding his cock in one hand while he used the other to spread Harry's arse. He rubbed the head of his cock against the opening. "Yes, baby, going to stretch you," he gasped, his body trembling with his desire.
"Do it!" Harry demanded, not even caring that Draco didn't prepare him as he usually did. He didn't even think he would need it at that point.
Draco smeared more lube across his lover's opening and then pressed in slowly, feeling how quickly Harry's body seemed to take him inside. He reached his other hand up and grabbed Harry's hair, pulling his head back to whisper in his ear. "Gods, I love this, love my cock inside you!"
Harry cried out loudly, spreading his legs as wide as he could get them. "So good," he whispered back, breathless.
"Oh, yes, my cock belongs here," Draco growled as he pushed forward into Harry. His hand clenched hard in his lover's hair, pulling his head to one side before biting down on his neck.
"Fuck!" Harry shouted, coming without any warning at all. He felt like he almost collapsed. He closed his eyes as white light seemed to rush past them and inside his head. His hands pulled at the couch so hard it hurt and he gasped, unable to breathe.
Harry's orgasm surprised Draco. The man's body clenching around him was amazing and he thrust hard and fast several times until he came too, sucking so hard on Harry's neck that he wasn't surprised when he left a dark red mark.
Harry's head lolled onto Draco's shoulder and he was finally able to take in air. He trembled, his eyes closed as he tried to remember his own bloody fucking name.
"Baby, I love you," Draco whispered, still kissing Harry's neck and the side of his face. "I may not know how to be romantic, but I want to show you in every way possible how much I love you."
Harry reached his hand back to slide fingers into Draco's hair. "That is one of the most romantic things I've ever heard," he whispered in return, eyes still closed as he enjoyed the kisses laid on his skin. "I love you, too."
Chapter Title: Never Told Me
Words: 3869 Words
Draco had not been trying to eavesdrop, but the last part of the conversation had been loud enough that he couldn't help it. He sighed and shook his head, making his way directly to Harry.
Harry sat on the floor and didn't even notice Draco approaching.
Draco stood looking down at him. He sighed and shook his head again. If Harry had asked him, he would have advised against telling Ron Weasley at this point. "I could hear how well that went," he said.
Harry groaned quietly, not looking up.
Draco crouched down beside him, reaching a hand to push Harry's hair out of his face. "You expected a different response?"
"No," Harry answered. "It still doesn't make it any easier."
"Come on, let's get you off the floor," Draco said, tugging on his lover's arms.
Harry stood as Draco tugged on him, but he felt miserable. They were all going to hate him.
Draco led him into the sitting room and sat him down on the sofa, sitting beside him.
Harry sighed, leaning back against the cushions and staring at the ceiling.
Draco knew better than to say he'd known this would happen. Hell, even if Harry hadn't been dating his sister, Ron wouldn't have accepted Draco as Harry's lover. He sat stroking the other man's hair and waiting.
"He's so stupid," Harry said quietly after a while. "He really is."
Draco huffed but didn't add commentary on that, knowing it would not help.
"I mean really," Harry continued, sitting up suddenly. "Everything's completely all right, all is forgiven, but Harry's been sleeping with Draco Malfoy, so it all changes. Bloody fucking hell, that's completely stupid. He was even going to give you a chance after all that stuff Nev -" But he ceased his ranting suddenly.
Draco's hand moved back to rest on the sofa. He closed his eyes and shook his head. "I was hoping I had misunderstood that."
Harry bit his lip. He hadn't meant to let that information slip. He looked at Draco, frowning.
"He promised he wouldn't tell anyone," Draco said, looking at Harry again.
"He was defending you when he told me," Harry said. "And he got everyone to shut their mouths about you, too." He frowned again. "Why ... why didn't you tell me?"
Draco leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and staring at the carpet. He tried to figure out how to explain it. "I guess, in some ways it was like what happened with you and Ginny," he began. "I couldn't tell you at first. By the time I could, well there just never seemed to be the right time. And I guess ... I guess I wanted you to want me without knowing."
"I did, you know," Harry said quietly. "He only told me at Seamus' Christmas party."
Draco couldn't help but feel some satisfaction at that. He smiled and glanced over at Harry. "Good," he nodded, satisfied. "Can you understand why I didn't want that to be the reason you accepted me?"
"Well, I imagine you wanted me to trust you on my own," Harry said.
"That's part of it," Draco replied. "I never really intended anyone to know, to be honest."
Harry scooted closer to Draco. "He didn't do it to be an arsehole," he said. "He really didn't."
"I know Neville," Draco said, smirking. "I have never seen him be an arsehole."
"No, he's definitely not," Harry agreed. "He's probably a better man than all of us."
Draco nodded. "He saved me a few beatings back then," he said softly. "Some of the others felt it was open season on me."
Harry's face transformed into anger. "Yeah, I heard that too," he said bitterly.
"I guess they felt I had it coming after the things I had done before," Draco shrugged. "They might be right. But that on top of what the Carrows were doing wasn't good for my health."
"What did happen to you, Draco?" Harry asked him in a near whisper, kissing him gently on the temple.
"I don't know if I want to go into details," Draco said, shaking as he spoke. He turned to look at Harry. "I heard you said you were there, on the tower ...."
Harry pulled Draco into his arms as he shook. "I was," he said quietly. "Under my Cloak."
"So you know I didn't do it. That I didn't want to do it," Draco whispered, allowing Harry to hold him.
"Yes," Harry answered. "I told you that. I don't know the exact reason why you changed your mind up there, why you didn't do it, but I'm glad you didn’t."
"Well, it didn't save him, did it? And the Dark Lord was very angry with me and with my family," Draco continued to whisper, as if doing so would make it less painful.
"It wouldn't have saved him anyway," Harry whispered back. "Haven't you wondered why I fought to have Snape's portrait in the Head office at Hogwarts?"
"Yes, I did," Draco admitted, looking up at him again.
Harry sighed. "He killed Dumbledore on Dumbledore's orders. It's ... very complicated, but Dumbledore was dying already. He wanted Snape to kill him, to make sure Voldemort trusted Snape, and Snape did it. Snape ... did a lot of things I never knew before."
Draco's eyes widened. "Snape wasn't working for Voldemort?" he asked, sounding genuinely stunned.
Harry shook his head. "Not since the night my mum died," he said quietly.
It took a minute for that to sink in. "Not since ... oh, fuck," Draco swore, and began to shake even more violently.
Harry frowned slightly, holding Draco tighter. "What is it?" he asked.
"He never told me," the blond whispered. "All that time and I didn't know. I thought he hated me because I had failed."
"He was a spy," Harry said, "for the entire second half of the war."
Draco wanted to cry. It was painful to learn this now. To know he could have gone to Snape for help during seventh year but hadn't.
Harry rocked very slightly, working to calm Draco down. "You can tell me anything," he whispered. "Or nothing. I'm here."
"After that night on the tower," Draco tried to continue his story.
Harry held Draco's head against his chest, petting his hair. He wasn't entirely sure what was wrong with him, but he waited.
"Snape took me home. I thought it would be safe at home," Draco whispered still. "It was always safe before. But He was there."
Harry winced.
"He brought Father home, from Azkaban," Draco continued. He had never talked with anyone about the things that happened that year. "But it was like he wasn't my father anymore. He was ... quiet and scared and ... different."
"Anyone would be scared with that in their house," Harry soothed, remembering himself how terrified Lucius Malfoy had looked.
"Aunt Bella and the others too," Draco added, swallowing hard again. "All of them were angry with me for failing."
Harry winced again. He didn't know if he even wanted to hear some of the things that probably went on.
"I was punished," Draco said quietly.
That was enough for Harry. "It's over now," he whispered. "It's over, and he's gone. A lot of them are gone."
Draco knew when to shut up, so he did, but that didn't stop the memories from crowding in. He shook with them.
Harry only continued to hold Draco. He knew himself some of the things that had happened. He'd seen them for brief moments through Voldemort's eyes.
"I didn't tell you because I didn't tell anyone," Draco finally admitted.
Harry sat silently for a few moments. "You didn't do it to make it out that you're a hero," he said quietly. "But ... it seems you are one, as much as Neville and all the rest, if not more, if everything Neville told me is true."
Draco shook his head. "I don't know if I believe that, but I had to do something to stay sane. Not sure I managed the second part, actually," he said, with a smirk.
Harry smiled a little.
Draco buried his face against Harry's chest then, sighing. "There is another reason I didn't tell you, though," he said.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked quietly.
"I didn't want my father to know," Draco answered, muffled. "To know I defied him."
Harry frowned. "You're defying him by being with me," he reminded.
"Yes, I am," Draco agreed. "And I still haven't figured out how to tell him."
Harry sighed. "I'll be here with you," he assured. "Whenever you want to do it, even if it's just in a letter."
Draco pulled back enough to look Harry in the face again. "A lot of trouble to be with me, you know," he said, smiling slightly.
"You're worth every bit of trouble that ever befalls me," Harry replied, smiling as well as he squeezed Draco.
"I know he is your best mate," Draco said, abruptly changing the subject back to where they'd started. "I know it hurts to have him yell at you like that."
Harry sighed again. "It does," he said quietly. "But I guess I really was expecting it. I was expecting him to know when he got here. I don't know why Ginny kept it ...."
"She covered for you, did she?" Draco asked. "Was that to help or because she didn't want to deal with it?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know," he said quietly. "I haven't talked to her."
"I guess, in the long run, it might help that Neville told your friends about what I did before they found out about us. At least, those who aren't Ron," he said. "I actually had wondered why everyone was so civil to me at Christmas."
"I guess that was it," Harry shrugged. "Everyone definitely believed Neville."
"Hey, I believed in his honesty enough to risk my life," Draco said, smiling.
"He's a good bloke," Harry smiled too. "You ended up a DA member." He kissed Draco gently.
"Wouldn't the old man have found that funny," Draco commented, shaking his head.
Harry smiled again. "Probably," he agreed. "I think he'd be happy about it."
"As long as you are happy, that's all that matters to me," Draco said, leaning in to kiss Harry.
Harry leaned towards him, kissing him back. "I'm very happy," he whispered.
Draco wanted to touch and be held and feel good again. He deepened the kiss, tongue caressing the inside of Harry's lips.
Harry sighed through his nose, touching his tongue to Draco's gently.
Both Draco's hands came up to Harry's face, holding him as he slid his tongue against his lover's. He nearly climbed into Harry's lap as he did.
Harry pulled Draco the rest of the way into his lap, holding his hips. "You know I ache when I'm away from you?" he whispered, kissing slowly.
"Where do you ache?" Draco asked, smiling. His voice was low with his own arousal. He slid his hands down Harry's back, massaging and caressing.
Harry chuckled deeply. "You're oh-so-romantic," he said sarcastically, though his tone gave away his delight.
"That wasn't romantic?" Draco asked in mock offence as his hands continued down, cupping Harry's arse.
"No, just horny," Harry replied with another deep, quiet laugh, feeling up Draco with his own hands.
"Isn't it romantic if the only one I'm horny for is you?" Draco asked, nipping at Harry's chin.
"I find I like that quite a lot," Harry replied with a slow grin. "Romantic? I'm not so sure, but I don't think I mind very much."
Draco worked his hands under the back of Harry's shirt and pushed the material up, allowing his fingers to caress the warm skin directly as he nipped and licked on his lover's neck. "Good," he whispered.
"Mmm," Harry moaned softly, tipping his head back. "I get everything with you," he said.
"You do? What's everything?" Draco asked, and then pulled Harry's shirt up completely, tugging it over his head.
Harry had lifted his arms as Draco pulled, and his glasses went with his shirt. "You're gorgeous for one thing," he said, voice still deep. "You're romantic, and sexy, and hot. Sometimes all three during one session," he chuckled, "and I'm the luckiest fucking bloke in the world to have you."
"Yes, you are," Draco said with a smirk as his mouth descended onto Harry's collarbone while his hands roamed over his upper body. "Gods, I love you," he mouthed against Harry's skin.
Harry sighed again, beginning to tug on Draco's shirt. "And there's that, too," he said, his entire body warming considerably.
Draco helped with the shirt and sighed when he felt Harry's hands on his skin, too. "Yes, baby," he said, and then sucked one of Harry's nipples into his mouth.
Harry's eyelids drooped and his heartbeat sped up. "Merlin, and I love when you call me that," he said, sliding a hand down Draco's back.
Draco chuckled, nipping at the flesh in his mouth. One arm wound around Harry's waist now and the other hand slid down Harry's belly.
"Mmm," Harry moaned again, still running fingers over Draco's skin as he was touched. He twitched a little at the nip, his smile widening.
Draco noticed Harry's reaction and pressed his teeth more firmly around his lover's nipple. His hand reached the waistband of his trousers and began to unfasten them.
Harry gasped and looked down, his cock jumping.
Draco released his nipple and worked his way to the other one. He pulled Harry's trousers open enough to slide a hand inside his shorts and run his fingers down his lover's shaft.
Harry arched his back, thrusting his cock into Draco's hand. "Yes, baby," he hissed.
Draco bit Harry's other nipple, squeezing his hand on his cock at the same time.
One of Harry's hands gripped Draco's hair and pulled while the other found the material of the couch cushion and pulled on that. He hissed again, trying not to thrust more than he already was. The bite hurt a bit, but it felt ... good.
Draco began a series of bites over Harry's chest, stroking his cock as he did. "I want to lick and bite every inch of you," he said, demonstrating again.
"Fuck, yes," Harry whispered, wondering if Draco found it strange that he liked it.
"Tell me when it is too much," Draco said, biting harder on Harry's belly.
Harry cried out, arching again. There was something thrilling about Draco's teeth on him, something about knowing he could bite a chunk out of him but that he wouldn't. It was very sexy.
Draco reached to pull on Harry's trousers. He yanked them down enough to expose Harry's cock and then began licking and biting his hips.
"Oh, fuck, fuck," Harry whimpered, really feeling the bites now on his more sensitive skin, but still not wanting Draco to stop.
Draco sucked hard, leaving a mark on Harry's hip. Harry's cock was twitching with the bites and Draco refused to give him relief yet.
Harry groaned, breathing quickly as he continued thrusting, mindlessly trying to get attention.
"Do I need to tie you down?" Draco asked, looking up at his lover.
Harry eyes widened and he blushed at the vision that the simple statement brought to his mind.
"Yes, you like that," Draco said, grinning, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. He got off the couch, Summoning his wand. "Ready?"
"Oh, fuck," Harry gasped, staring up at Draco. Was he really going to do it? He gave a few quick, short nods.
"Take your trousers off and then stretch out on the sofa," Draco instructed, his own arousal twitching in anticipation.
Harry fumbled in his haste, wildly kicking off his shoes and trousers, twisting them up so that it actually took longer than it normally might have. He laid back on the couch then, chest heaving.
Draco would have laughed but he was far too aroused. He grinned, waiting while Harry followed his orders. "Arms above your head," he continued.
Harry's eyes were dark as he did as he was told. Oh, God, he was a complete freak.
Draco cast the spell, ropes tying his lover's arms and feet in place. "Now that is a beautiful sight," he breathed, proud of his handiwork.
Harry stared up at his blond lover, registering the lust-filled look on his face. Well, he thought, at least they could be freaks together. He pulled on the ropes, testing them, and found that he was quite bound. He groaned again, an edge of strange fear and anticipation added to his arousal.
Draco's grin didn't diminish. He set down his wand and began unfastening his own trousers, watching Harry has he did.
Harry's eyes were glued to Draco's body, watching those slender, long fingers work on buttons. "Fuck, Draco, fuck," he whispered, arching up again without even realising he was doing so.
Draco stripped, lying the rest of his clothes aside. He stood right over Harry, stroking his own cock while he looked at his lover. "What wicked things can I do to you, baby?"
Harry's cock was dripping pre-come now, and he could've sworn Draco's words alone touched him somehow. "Oh, my God," he breathed. "Anything."
Draco got to one knee beside the sofa and began where he'd left off, nipping and licking Harry's hips and then down his thighs. He reached a hand up to twist a nipple as he did.
"Shit!" Harry shouted, twisting with the twisting of his nipple. His cock twitched again, begging for some sort of fucking anything.
Draco made sure to torture both nipples and then run his fingernails down Harry's chest and belly. Meanwhile, his mouth was working further inward, now biting the soft insides of Harry's thighs. "I love the feel of your flesh between my teeth and the way it makes you squirm," Draco murmured. "Is it too much, baby? Or do you like it like this?"
"More," Harry gasped, flushing again and squeezing his eyes shut.
"Oh, yes, that's it," Draco said, nails running down Harry's legs now. Without warning, he leaned in and gently nipped at Harry's scrotum, watching for the reaction.
Harry's eyes flew open as he instinctively moved away. He looked down at Draco. Any sort of bite harder than that, down in that sensitive area, would definitely be a bit much, though the little gentle one wasn't bad.
"You are so hard and wet," Draco cooed at his lover. He arched an eyebrow and then opened his mouth, taking the head of the man's cock inside. But instead of using his lips to hold him, he very gently used his teeth.
Harry took in a deep breath, feeling another twinge of nervousness next to his arousal. Draco's teeth were on his cock. He had the power to seriously hurt seriously badly right then. Harry was tense and relaxed at the same time, eyes on Draco's mouth.
Draco used the tip of his tongue to trace the ridge of the cock's crown, still holding him with his teeth. He laid a hand on Harry's hips, making sure to hold him still so that he wouldn't be injured by the game.
Harry groaned, letting his head fall back as he pulled at the ropes on his hands to relieve some of the tension.
Draco swirled his tongue against the sensitive flesh now.
Harry groaned again, feeling Draco's hand holding him down as he tried to thrust up a little. "Draco," he pleaded.
Draco looked up, mouth still on his lover. He stopped, holding still and arching an eyebrow in question.
"No, no, don't stop!" Harry said quickly. The last thing he wanted Draco to do was stop; he had been about to beg for more.
Draco would have smiled then but instead he allowed his lips to close around Harry's cock and his tongue to press harder.
"Nggggh, fuck, yes," Harry whimpered, pulling the ropes and arching his back again.
Draco sucked and licked, still holding Harry down firmly.
Harry tried to writhe and squirm, held down by his lover. "I wanna fuck," he gasped suddenly. "Please, Draco, please!"
Draco gave another hard suck before releasing Harry's cock with a pop. He stood back up and lifted his wand. "My turn to fill you," he said with a grin. He released the ropes. "On your knees and bending over the couch," he commanded.
Harry scrambled upright, turning and practically throwing himself over the back of the sofa. "Oh, fuck yes, please," he moaned, his cock aching.
Draco Summoned the lube then and slicked his own cock. "I am going to fuck that tight hole," he promised. "Going to pound you into the cushions of that sofa." He smiled, remembering Weasley's parting words.
Harry threw his head back, rubbing his cock against the couch. He had to resist the urge to reach down and touch himself. "Fuck yes. Pound me," he groaned.
Draco moved behind his lover, holding his cock in one hand while he used the other to spread Harry's arse. He rubbed the head of his cock against the opening. "Yes, baby, going to stretch you," he gasped, his body trembling with his desire.
"Do it!" Harry demanded, not even caring that Draco didn't prepare him as he usually did. He didn't even think he would need it at that point.
Draco smeared more lube across his lover's opening and then pressed in slowly, feeling how quickly Harry's body seemed to take him inside. He reached his other hand up and grabbed Harry's hair, pulling his head back to whisper in his ear. "Gods, I love this, love my cock inside you!"
Harry cried out loudly, spreading his legs as wide as he could get them. "So good," he whispered back, breathless.
"Oh, yes, my cock belongs here," Draco growled as he pushed forward into Harry. His hand clenched hard in his lover's hair, pulling his head to one side before biting down on his neck.
"Fuck!" Harry shouted, coming without any warning at all. He felt like he almost collapsed. He closed his eyes as white light seemed to rush past them and inside his head. His hands pulled at the couch so hard it hurt and he gasped, unable to breathe.
Harry's orgasm surprised Draco. The man's body clenching around him was amazing and he thrust hard and fast several times until he came too, sucking so hard on Harry's neck that he wasn't surprised when he left a dark red mark.
Harry's head lolled onto Draco's shoulder and he was finally able to take in air. He trembled, his eyes closed as he tried to remember his own bloody fucking name.
"Baby, I love you," Draco whispered, still kissing Harry's neck and the side of his face. "I may not know how to be romantic, but I want to show you in every way possible how much I love you."
Harry reached his hand back to slide fingers into Draco's hair. "That is one of the most romantic things I've ever heard," he whispered in return, eyes still closed as he enjoyed the kisses laid on his skin. "I love you, too."