Unlikely Beginnings

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Chapter Thirty Six

The room was filled with darkness as far as Draco could see, which wasn\'t
very far, when he woke up. He squinted into the black, blinking his eyes for
them to adjust to the very small amount of moon light filtering through the
curtain. It took him a moment to recall where he was, and was about to sit
up abruptly, but a body next to him shifted closer, brushing warm, smooth
skin against his own. Draco relaxed at that, memory flooding back to him; he
was in the Leaky Cauldron, with Harry.

He\'d planned to get out of bed when he woke up, and get on with this
ludicrous plan. Nothing seemed to be going correctly when he became
instantly aware that Harry had turned over, and was touching him. It felt
good, surprisingly, and Draco remembered the softer touches they\'d shared
once before... but, oh, god. They didn\'t do anything, did they? They\'d both
voluntarily got into the bed together, and he didn\'t remember doing anything
with the other boy, which was good.

It was bad enough to have done what he had, but to be guilty of it perhaps a
second time was going completely too far. At those thoughts slithering into
his mind, Draco reaffirmed that they hadn\'t done anything. He would have
remembered it, unless Harry drugged him, or something, or he was blanking
out and doing thihe whe wasn\'t aware of. Like having mushy, lovey sex with
Harry Potter. Well, it would be better than half raping him against a
locker, he thought darkly, and promptly felt like he needed a kick in the
groin for that.

How could he ever expect Harry to forgive his vile behavior; and he couldn\'t
even believe he\'d actually done it. Self pity and regret were swept away
when Draco felt an arm snake across his stomach, coming to lie over his
waist just where his trousers came up to. Okay, this just got uncomfortable.
Draco desperately wanted to move, but he couldn\'t. It felt... nice, having
Harry near him like this, even if it did leave him feeling out of his usual
depths. He looked over, the dark room in clearer focus than it had been when
he first opened his eyes, and could now see the plane of Harry\'s back.

It almost glowed with the few scattered rays of moon light it picked up,
splaying them across his skin. Draco\'s eyes trailed up from Harry\'s back,
over his arm, and he saw how muscular it was, which really shouldn\'t have
surprised him. Even knowing Harrybeinbeing an active Quidditch player, he\'d
never imagined that the thin boy would have such muscle structure under his
robes, and it definitely looked good, too. He\'d woken up half hard, which
normally wouldn\'t have bothered him in the slightest, but looking at the boy
passively draped over him didn\'t help matters. It certainly didn\'t help by
taking a deep breath, which only served to move Harry\'s arm down further,
lower on his crotch to brush against his cock through his pants.

He tensed his stomach involuntarily after that, and that only repeated the
touch backwards, and he really knew he should stop. Guilt was not something
he needed an extra helping of right now, at least not any more than he
deserved, but when he felt fingers gently stroking his side, he held his
breath. Harry was awake. The random swirls of Harry\'s fingers over his bare
skin were burning into him, warming the skin under the digits. Trying to
ignore it wouldn\'t do any good if his cock persisted in becoming any harder,
and all Draco could do was to lie there.

Harry knew he\'d clued Draco in by the slight movement of his fingertips that
he was awake, but now he couldn\'t stop. He wasn\'t even sure if Draco wanted
to do anything at all, if he was ready for it, or what. That thought struck
him as a bit ironic, seeing as the damage was inflicted the other way around
on the scale for who would be ready for another sexual experience sooner
than the other. Harry didn\'t even know if Draco knew where this would go if
he continued, though he was pretty sure the blond wasn\'t that oblivious.

If the hard evidence he could feel pressing against his arm was any
indication, Harry was pretty sure Draco knew what was going on. Now, the
question was, what should he do? Should he move at all, or pretend he was
still asleep and innocently roll over, avoiding a potentially hurtful
situation. Draco\'s arm was under all of the pillows, so technically Harry
wasn\'t laying on it, but then he sort of was, since he was effectively
pinning it down. Draco couldn\'t move it unless he wanted Harry\'s head to
fall about three inches, and that would definitely wake him up, if he hadn\'t
already been awake.

Not directly resting his head on any part of Draco\'s body, it still felt a
bit odd for Harry to be found with his head, although with a pillow in
between, over the other boy\'s appendage. Draco wanted to move his arm, but
he knew that would definitely provoke some speech between the two of them,
and he wasn\'t sure if he wanted to deal with Harry waking up right now, in a
bed with him, no less, regardless of how it would look to a third party
right now. Harry wasn\'t even that close, maybe a little less than a foot
away, so it wasn\'t that big of a deal, right?

Draco had his eyes open, and could feel his arm was trapped while he stared
at the ceiling. He knew, beyond a doubt, that Harry was awake, and there was
something building between them. It wasn\'t entirely pleasant, but that
simply could have been his own apprehension at what had a chance to happen
between them if Harry continued. Harry knew it, too; he could feel it just
as well as Draco could, but he knew what it was better than the other boy.
Deciding for the both of them, since Harry simply didn\'t want to get up yet,
he shifted until his body was pressed up against Draco\'s.

\"Harry?\" Draco asked, finally finding his brain and ordering it to say
something that wasn\'t rude, or lewd, for that matter. Harry didn\'t say
anything for a moment, just kept running his fingers over the side of
Draco\'s body, twining his fingers in an intricate pattern until they brought
him up to the button of Draco\'s trousers.

\"What?\" Harry asked back, and Draco was about to repeat that word, though
preferably with a full question behind it. All he got out was half of the
word, before the words faded on his tongue as he either forgot, or simply
didn\'t care anymore what he was going to say. He felt the slight dip of
Harry\'s fingers under the waist band of his trousers, barelalizalizing that
Harry had undone the button, and had already drawn the zipper half way down.

\"Uhm,\" he mumbled, which was pretty damn smart compared to anything else
going though his mind at the moment. Meanwhile, he didn\'t even have a chance
to think anything else, no matter how simple it would have been, Harry had
pulled the zipper the rest of the way down, and now ran his finger tips
along Draco\'s cock. Draco\'s heart beat sped up when he felt the tentative
touches, and, his cock, which had apparently decided to call the shots now,
twitched in response.

Harry pressed closer to Draco, resting his head on Draco\'s shoulder,
pressing his own hard cock against the other boy\'s hip. He rocked his hips
and Harry could feel his body starting to get hotter, and he cupped his hand
over Draco\'s cock and squeezed gently. \"Mmm,\" Draco let out as a moan, and
turned to look at Harry, even though it was still dark, he could still see
the other boy in the dim light coming through the thin curtains, which had
increased slightly since he\'d last had his eyes open. \"Are you.. okay?\" he
asked, hoping Harry would know what he was talking about. He really meant
the baby, if there even was one, and Harry wasn\'t just taking the piss.

\"Mmm hmm,\" Harry hummed agreement against Draco\'s chest, and Draco felt his
cock twitch again. He pushed up against Harry, who chose that moment to slip
his hand through the opened hole he had created, having undone the small
button holding the split in Draco\'s boxers closed. As soon as Harry closed
his hand around the blond\'s cock, Draco felt instant heat wrap around him,
and it made such wonderful feelings pull at his nerve endings. He realized
this moment that Harry had never touched his cock before now, but that
thought only made it that much better.

Harry started stroking Draco\'s cock with firm, even strokes, running his
thumb along the slit on every movement upwards, making Draco draw in a sharp
breath. Draco couldn\'t help but lift his hips in response to Harry\'s
ministrations, occasionally rolling his hips. He almost sat up when Harry
took his hand off his rock hard cock, but he still couldn\'t because of his
arm under the pillows. He tilted his head down to look at the other boy, but
Harry wasn\'t looking at him, he was focused on his cock. All Draco saw was
Harry lick a wide strip of saliva onto his palm, and bring it back to the
Slytherin\'s erection.

It didn\'t take long after seeing that, and feeling the warm wetness around
his cock before Draco came with a low gasp. His stomach muscles jerked as
Harry coaxed out one of the best orgasms he\'d ever had, and then Draco let
out the breath he\'d held, which relaxed his body, settling into a sated,
slightly sweaty slump against the bed while the high from the pleasu ebb ebbed. His breath caught in his throat as he inhaled, smelling the sweat and
his come, which he could feel wet on his stomach.

Looking down, Draco could make out a gob of his secretion sticking from his
cock and stringing over to Harry\'s hand as he pulled it away. It wasn\'t a
huge mess, and Draco reached down to grab the sheet with his free hand, to
wipe the come off of his belly. Harry leaned over, effectively giving Draco
a chance to free his other arm, and absently wiped his hand off on the
bedding behind him. He really didn\'t expect Draco to do anything but stay
exactly where he was, but he was pleasantly surprised.

Draco had spared a moment to tuck himself away before he moved on impulse,
sitting up under the covers and situating himself between Harry\'s legs. A
brief brush of cool air swept in when Draco lifted the blanket to move, and
placed it so it didn\'t cover his head. Harry didn\'t mind the air, since he\'d
been quite hot himself while touching Draco. Draco\'s hands were cool on his
body, and it made the rest of him feel white hot. Draco leaned forward to
lick at a nipple briefly before trailing his hands down Harry\'s chest to
unbutton his trousers. Harry didn\'t quite know what to make of this, since
Draco had barely ever done anything for, or to him before.

He wasn\'t going to complain that it wasn\'t nice, or that he didn\'t think it
would feel good, because he would have said the opposite of all those
things. The blond left small, light kisses down his chest and stomach,
though almost light enough not to even be considered kisses to begin with.
His hands followed the path his lips had blazed, and there was barely a
second to wait for Draco to undo the button and continue on. Harry wasn\'t
sure how this could be completely all right between them, since barely any
words had been spoken.

Draco tugged the open trousers down just far enough to expose Harry\'s cock,
pausing a moment to actually look at the other boy. He\'d only ever been
facing Harry in this position for a very brief span of time, and hadn\'t
taken the time to simply look. Draco almost regretted that his priority in
their previous excursions had been to bury his own erection in the dark
haired boy\'s body, but at the moment, he couldn\'t bring himself to feel bad
about it. What he could think of in relation to those thoughts was of the
pleasure those memories reminded him of, and it prompted him to stick the
tip of his tongue out, lightly running it over the head of the cock in front
of him.

Harry let out a whimper at the small swipe of wet tongue, feeling a shiver
of anticipation run through his body at the new sensation. No one had ever
touched him there before, not with their hands, much less their mouth, and
it was better than he ever imagined. If he had to make the choice whether or
not to have that afternoon after Care of Magical Creatures on the lawn with
Draco, he\'d definitely do it again. Draco licked up the entire length before
slipping Harry\'s cock into his mouth. Harry immediately lifted his hips at
the feeling, almost amazed that Draco would do this for him.

Draco moaned around Harry\'s cock, only producing a low hum as he took a
moment to taste Harry, licking a drip of precum from the head. He\'d sucked
cock before, but it had never really been for himself, and he hadn\'t much
enjoyed it. This felt different, and it made him want to put more effort
into it. Growing bolder, Draco pulled his mouth away, still holding the
erection in his hand, and gave it a few more strokes before he turned his
tongue\'s attention on the head.

He was hit with another moment of realization, making him wonder how far he
really thought this relationship was going to go. If someone had told him on
the first day of school that he\'d be having sex with Draco Malfoy, he would
have said they were crazy. They really needed to talk, Harry decided; but
that would have to wait. Harry lifted his hips, unconsciously seeking more
of the wet heat of Draco\'s mouth as the blond swirled his tongue along the
swollen head. Draco pulled his head away at the sn mon movement, and
loosened his grip on Harry\'s cock, and Harry thought he might have done
something wrong.

Harry cried out in shocked surprise when Draco leaned forward once again,
swallowing Harry\'s cock almost down to the base in one go. Unexpectedly,
Draco\'s gag reflex kicked in at the next en ten thrust into the back of his
throat when Harry thrust his hips up hard. Quickly, Draco moved his hands
from the bed on either side of the other boy, and held them down on Harry\'s
hips to keep Harry from choking him. Assured of his safety, Draco slowly
began sliding his head up and down the length while Harry keened out in
pleasure on each stroke down, when his cock would be completely engulfed in
Draco\'s mouth.

Harry forced himself to peel his eyes open, as they were trying to roll back
in his head at the sensations running through his body. He wanted to watch
this; Draco\'s mouth wrapped around his cock. Most of his earlier thoughts
had been pushed to the side, but he was still surprised that this was
happening, considering after everything that they\'d done with each other, or
to each other. Harry couldn\'t even bring himself to be angry at Draco
anymore, even if he knew Draco deserved some sort of punishment. It didn\'t
quite seem right to have sex so soon, but he couldn\'t help it.

Especially now, when Harry watched as Draco\'s mouth stretched wide over his
erection, thin sheets of excess saliva sliding down the side to pool around
his balls. He could even see a little of Draco\'s tongue every time the other
boy paused to lap around the head. He couldn\'t bring himself to look away
from the blond\'s lips, and finally he couldn\'t take any more, and whispered
a hoarse warning to the other boy. Draco either didn\'t hear or chose to
ignore him as he continued sucking. \"Oh, god,\" Harry moaned as he came hard
into Draco\'s mouth, watching as the blond pulled back to be able to easily
swallow what he was being willingly given.

It was the willingness of Harry\'s acceptance to forgive him that made Draco
feel that this had been alright. He\'d rarely had anything to feel guilty
about in his life, except for a few times he\'d hurt his mother\'s feelings by
doing something for his father that he knew she hadn\'t condoned. Draco
pulled away completely when Harry was finished, and he swallowed one last
time before he snaked out his tongue to lick over his bottom lip. Harry had
followed Draco\'s mouth, not tearing his eyes away, and he started to feel
his skin cooling. Draco\'s lips curved into a small smile, though it didn\'t
reach his eyes, like he was only doing it because he found an odd bit of
amusement in something he saw right then.

Harry looked back at Draco, into the grey eyes, before he swallowed and
started to calm his breathing. Draco shifted and Harry lazily watched as the
other boy gently pulled his underwear and trousers back onto his hips before
Draco laid back down beside Harry. Neither of them felt the need to move
immediately, except for a mutual effort to tug the blanket back up over
them, then retreating into their own little worlds. Harry laid there, still
on his back, and he could feel Draco\'s light breathing puffing against his
shoulder as he played out the images of recent events that had transpired
between the two of them.

The one thing that kept coming back to him was the question of whether they
were even friends or not, Draco thought as he stared blankly at Harry\'s
shoulder. He sighed, trying to forget about the problems they would face in
the next few days, and he hoped they wouldn\'t die. Even with Harry\'s obscene
ability to escape fatal situations with only a few physical scratches, Draco
didn\'t know what was going to happen. He wasn\'t oblivious to the fact that
they were walking straight into enemy territory, but who was really the
enemy for him now? There was a time when he would have gladly led the boy
now laying beside him to his death, but he didn\'t think he could do it now.

Harry was barely drawn out of his thoughts when he felt the bed dip and he
turned his head to watch as Draco stood up and walked over to where he\'d
dropped his shirt. Draco didn\'t think he could lay around and ponder his
allegiance right now; it was a much too stressing issue at the moment. He
knew that was something Harry could never forgive him for, but all he could
do was hope that things would turn out alright. There weren\'t many reasons
why Snape would be summoned to Durmstrang, and he was dreading the
revelation to the other boy that this could turn very bad, very fast.

Draco picked up Harry\'s shirt from beside his own and tossed it to the other
boy now sitting up on the bed without really looking. He shrugged back into
his shirt, followed by his socks and then his boots. Draco walked to the
chair he\'d been in earlier that day, before they went to Gringotts, and sat
down to tie his boots. Harry had his shirt on by the time he turned around
and glanced up through the hair that had fallen over his eyes. Usually he\'d
keep it back, but he wasn\'t in the mood to have his hair stuck to his head.
It felt much better to be able to run his hands through it, and maybe Harry
would think so, too.

Even though Harry still had his socks on, his feet were a bit chilled and he
stuffed them back under the covers as he watched the other boy. He knew they
had to get going, and, to be honest, he was a bit confused as to what the
next step was. He\'d taken a wild stab in the dark, though admittedly it
wasn\'t that wild considering Draco\'s family, and went into the dungeons the
other night, hoping the other boy would help him on his way. Harry didn\'t
quite know what to say in regards to that helping hand, but he decided to
save that for later, as well.

Harry sat crossed legged, legs and feet under the warm cover, and asked,
\"So?\" Draco finished tying the last bow on his boots and looked up te
e
other boy at the prompting question. Harry looked back, waiting for an
answer to his vague confusion. He had no idea what he\'d do right now if
Draco hadn\'t have been with him; probably passed out in a forest somewhere.

\"Do you have any idea where you\'re going?\" Draco asked, not quite able to
stop the slightly superior look that came to his features. He didn\'t feel
any emotion behind the raised lip and appraising eye, but habits were hard
to break.

\"Er... no,\" Harry replied, feeling stupid that he had dragged Draco with him
and didn\'t even know exactly where they were headed, but he supposed that
was the point in asking him to come along to begin with. \"North?\" he
offered. He looked down at the floor, not seeing Draco shake his head
slightly, though he heard the resigned sigh the blond breathed out.

Draco wasn\'t angry with Harry, just frustrated that he could be so utterly
stupid at times. \"Do you know where Siberia is, Harry?\" he asked
conversationally. He lifted his head back up to see the other boy shake his
head in the negative. Draco leaned his elbows on his knees and rested his
face in his hands for a moment. He, they, didn\'t have the time to sit and
explain why planning would be a valuable asset in fe ree reference before
one scampered along into unfamiliar territory. If they were going to make it
to Durmstrang before Snape left, they\'d have to get a move on.

They didn\'t even know how long the Potions master was even going to be
there, and with Draco\'s luck, this would be the day that Voldemort started a
god damn war and they\'d never see Snape again. They had to be quick on their
journey, and that left Draco in charge from now on. He refrained from
pulling his hair out in frustrated anger, reminding himself that he\'d look
much better with the blond than discovering an oddly shaped head if he
pulled it all out.

Another part of his mind reminded him that no one said he had to follow
Harry anywhere; he had gone of his own accord, and could just as easily back
out of it. The only thing was, if they didn\'t continue now, and, say, headed
back to Hogwarts instead, there was no telling if Harry would flip flop in
his thinking again, and demand to go on, with or without him. In the end, it
would be all the more a better experience for either of them if they went
together than alone.

Standing from his seat on the chair near the fireplace, in which the fire
had burned itself out during the time they slept, and now was full of dark
grey ashes. They had a long way to go, and they needed to hurry. Again, itheythey were on their way for a purpose, they might as well get it over with.
They left the room, making sure they had everything back into their bags,
and set off on their way through Diagon Alley and into Muggle London.

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