How to Save a Life

Once he had made his mind up, Harry found that he felt surprisingly relaxed about his decision to spend Christmas at Malfoy manor. Draco’s happiness with his choice was plain for all to see. It was written all over the blonde's face every time the subject came up. And Harry was already feeling a little overwhelmed by at the sheer number of plans that Draco was making for their holiday.

Pansy too, was overjoyed at the news and confided to Harry her relief at not being the only ‘non Malfoy’ at what was ostensibly a family gathering. The Slytherin girl also confessed that, in large part, her motivation for encouraging Draco to invite him had stemmed from her nervousness about making it through the festive season unscathed, without Harry’s moral support.

For although Pansy had known Draco since childhood and had quite a close relationship with Narcissa, none of this could override the sense of loss she felt at spending Christmas without either of her parents.

The year before had been hard enough to bear, coming so soon after the death of her mother. But she had been forced to remain at school that time (what with Voldemort not offering his Death Eaters parental leave.) Being around other students who, for one reason or another, were without their parents too, had somehow cushioned her sense of loss.

But she feared that spending this year in such a family environment would only reinforce how alone she felt.

Try as he would, this was something Draco could not relate to, having never lost anyone that close to him. His mother would be there to watch him open presents Christmas morning and although his father was in Azkaban, he was still very much alive.

Draco was now able to write to, and receive letters from, his father. There was even talk of the Ministry allowing him and Narcissa a pre Christmas visit to Lucius. And although Draco was careful never to rub such things in Pansy’s face, there were naturally times when he could not suppress his happiness, nor would Pansy wish it so.

With Harry there, Pansy knew there was someone who would understand. Harry had suffered the loss of people he loved, probably more so than she had, and it was a comfort to know that there would be someone else there who could relate to her feelings.

Not that Pansy was, in any way, planning to spend her holidays in a fit of depression. Indeed, she had rattled off a list of numerous possible activities for them that rivalled Draco’s in its volume. Harry went so far as to suggest she purchase him a time turner as a gift if she was to have any hope of cramming half of it in.

Harry had been picking Pansy’s brain relentlessly when it came to Draco’s present. Her suggestion that he would love whatever Harry bought him, didn’t exactly fill the Gryffindor with confidence and left him wondering if she had met Draco at all recently.

The fact that she had been having identical conversations with Draco about Harry’s gift was a source of much amusement to Pansy. Despite his earlier assertions about his present buying skills, Draco had been hit with uncertainty regarding his choices for Harry.

It struck him that his boyfriend was not like the usual people he shopped for. The biggest or most expensive wouldn’t necessarily mean best where Harry was concerned. To get the reaction he wanted, it was going to have to be heartfelt and thoughtful. A fact that caused Draco no small amount of panic.

With their next Hogsmeade weekend approaching rapidly, time was running out for both boys. Pansy found endless amusement in listening to their conversations which had by then, turned into not so subtle attempts to ascertain what the other would like best.

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The Friday before Hogsmeade, found Harry down in the Slytherin common room, nestled comfortably with Draco on one of the large leather sofas. The fact that his boyfriend's hand had slid under his jumper and was currently tracing lazy patterns on his back, had driven all thoughts of shopping from Harry’s mind.

He leant further into Draco’s side and let his head rest on the blonde's shoulder. Draco smiled down at his boyfriend and gently brushed a lock of hair back off his forehead. Harry let his eyes drift shut as he felt a cool fingertip trace the length of his scar. Normally he hated attention being paid to the thing that had set him apart for years. But there was something so intimate about having Draco touch him like that and he found he didn't mind at all.

“Comfy?” The blonde quizzed.

“Mmhmm,” was all that Harry could muster the energy to say.

As Draco’s fingers began to thread through his hair, Harry leant into the touch and almost purred with contentment.

“Are you sure you weren’t a cat in a past life?” Draco teased.

Harry smiled lazily, without opening his eyes.

“If I was a cat, then you must have been a big, squashy cushion,” he replied, burrowing further into the blonde's warm body.

“Watch who you’re calling big and squashy, Potter. I’ll have you know that I am perfectly proportioned.”

Harry trailed a finger up the inside of Draco’s thigh.

“You certainly are,” he replied with a smirk, before looking up at the blonde with a gleam in his eyes.

“You know, Harry,” Draco whispered, his lips so close that his breath ghosted over Harry’s cheek. “It’s not nice to tease like that.”

“It’s only teasing if I don’t intend to do anything about it.” Harry peeked up at Draco through thick lashes and fluttered them.

This time it was Draco’s eyes the widened in surprise at the blatant seductive tone his boyfriend used. These words finished off what Harry’s finger had started and the bulge in Draco’s trousers was unmistakeable.

“You. Bedroom. Now.” Was all he managed to growl as he shot off the sofa and grabbed Harry’s hand.

He dragged the willing Gryffindor in the direction of his dormitory, much to the amusement of Pansy, who shot Harry an encouraging wink, and to the annoyance of Theodore Nott, who was swiftly ejected from the bedroom.

Harry perched on Draco’s bed as he watched his boyfriend cast a multitude of locking charms on the door.

“I don’t think anyone’s getting in now,” he offered.

“I don’t think you’re getting out either,” Draco smirked in reply.

Harry looked at the blonde with an innocent expression on his face. “So, Mr Malfoy, now that you have me here, just what do you intend to do with me?”

Draco stalked towards him with a predatory glint in his eyes, which were now dark with lust. He straddled Harry’s legs and sat firmly on his lap, fingers flying to the hem of Harry’s jumper and swiftly removing it. His own was then removed with equal urgency.

Harry pulled Draco flush against him, revelling in the feel of the blonde’s bare chest pressed tight against his own. Draco’s hands tangled in Harry’s messy locks and tugged his head back, allowing him access to the delicate skin of his throat.

He nipped and suckled his way down to Harry’s collarbone, before sinking his teeth into the flesh there and biting down. It was not enough to break the skin, but was enough to have Harry utter a low groan and give a needy thrust of his hips upward.

Draco chuckled throatily and tugged Harry’s head back up until their gazes locked.

“Someone’s eager,” he teased.

Harry was too overwhelmed with arousal to form anything like a cohesive sentence.

“Dray, please,” he whined.

“Please what, Harry?” Draco enquired, trailing his fingers down Harry’s naked torso, pausing only at the waistband to his jeans. His fingers teased the fine line of soft hair that disappeared under the denim at this point.

“Touch me, please,” Harry gasped, wriggling his hips under Draco, desperate for some friction.

“Well, how can I refuse when you beg so nicely?” Draco swiftly got up off Harry’s lap and pulled him to his feet.

“You have too many clothes on,” he murmured as his fingers made short work of the fastenings on Harry’s trousers. He swiftly tugged both jeans and boxers to the floor, and as he knelt to slide them over Harry’s feet, he found himself confronted with his boyfriend’s impressive erection.

Flicking out his tongue, Draco lapped the juices that were already leaking from Harry’s cock and was rewarded with the sound of Harry’s breath hitching loudly.

“Is that what you want, hmm? You want me to wrap my lips round your cock and suck you?”

Harry’s head snapped to look down at Draco but he could only nod wordlessly in reply. The blonde grinned evilly.

“All in good time, Harry.”

He stood up, and placing his hands on his boyfriend’s shoulders, gently pushed him until he was laying flat on the bed. Harry made a whimper of protest but his eyes were fixed on Draco as he shed the rest of his clothes.

Once naked, Draco climbed on to the bed and knelt by Harry’s feet.

“Touch yourself,” he instructed, his voice thick with lust.

Harry’s eyes widened at this, but his hand automatically sought out his hard length. Wrapping fingers round his shaft, Harry slowly smeared pre cum down his cock.

Harry’s eyes fixed on Draco’s face, taking in the way the blonde licked his lips at the sight of his boyfriend stroking himself.

The sight of Harry pleasuring himself was too much for Draco and quickly he was fisting his own cock, thrusting into his hand in time with Harry’s own strokes.

“Fuck, you look so good like that.”

Draco couldn’t decide which aroused him the most, the look of pure lust in Harry’s eyes, or the way his body arched off the bed with each teasing stroke of his hand.

When Harry raised his legs, placing his feet flat on the bed and giving Draco a perfect view of his tight hole, the blonde thought he would explode.

Harry’s eyes locked onto Draco’s as he slid one finger between his fleshy lips and sucked suggestively on it. He then trailed it down his body and Draco watched breathlessly as it snaked between Harry’s spread legs and began to tease his puckered hole.

Harry bit on his lip as he felt the ring of muscle stretch to accommodate his finger. Once he eased it inside his tight channel, he began to thrust rhythmically, his gaze now firmly on Draco’s cock.

As he watched Harry slide another finger inside and begin fucking his arse in time to the strokes on his cock, Draco let out a guttural moan.

“Fuck, Harry. I don’t think I can last much longer. You look so hot. Such a little slut, fucking your own arse like that for me.”

Harry smiled at this and the words left his mouth before he realised what he was saying.

“I’m your little slut, Draco.”

He had a fleeting moment of surprise that he wasn’t at all embarrassed to be saying these words. The look of pure desire in his boyfriend’s eyes wiped away all thoughts like that.

“Yes, you are. You’re mine and don’t you forget it.”

Draco crawled over to Harry and lowered his head, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss. His hand pulled Harry’s off his erection.

“Stop, I don’t want you to cum yet.”

Harry pouted slightly at this, he had been so near. Draco only smiled and suckled gently on his boyfriend’s fleshy lower lip. As he pulled away, Draco took hold of Harry’s hands and tugged him into a sitting position.

“Kneel facing me,” he instructed.

Harry complied, giving him a cheeky grin. “You’re very bossy, you know. Anyone would think you were in charge here.”

Smirking, Draco reached round a lightly slapped Harry’s bare arse. “I am, and don’t you forget it. Now come here.”

Harry’s mild sense of outrage at being spanked soon evaporated as Draco knelt in front of him, so close that their erections brushed against each other. He took hold of one of Harry’s hands and raising it to his mouth, licked a wet stripe across his palm. Draco then guided Harry’s hand until it was wrapped around both their cocks, stroking them together. He then wrapped his hand over Harry’s, lacing their fingers together and quickly increased the pace.

Harry wrapped his free arm around Draco’s shoulders, pulling him closer, desperate to feel the blonde’s lips against his own. Harry’s tongue plundered Draco’s mouth, invading every inch of its moist depths. The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breaths and the slight slap of skin on skin.

When he felt the unmistakeable twitch of Harry’s cock, Draco pulled their hands away. Before Harry could protest the lack of contact, Draco had lain down on the bed on his back. His next words were enough to make Harry forget his own name.

“I want you to cum over me.”

Needing no further encouragement, Harry straddled Draco’s legs and began furiously fisting his cock.

“Fuck yes! I’m gonna cum so hard for you,” Harry gasped, his eyes locked onto Draco’s. It took only a few moments before he was shooting thick white cum over his boyfriend’s naked body.

Harry groaned as he watched the blonde leisurely run his fingers through the seed that spattered his chest before slipping them into his mouth, sucking every drop off them.

“God, Draco. You look so hot like that.”

Harry took only a few moments to recover from his orgasm before he remembered Draco’s, now straining, erection.

He quickly lowered his head and engulfed his boyfriends cock in his mouth, swallowing reflexively as Draco thrust upwards, taking more of his length in.

As Harry ran his tongue down the length of Draco’s cock before sucking lightly at his balls, the blonde let out a whimper.

“Ohh, I can’t...”

Draco didn’t need to say more because Harry understood and quickly took his boyfriends cock back between his lips, sucking him deeply. He could feel Draco’s cock pulsing against his tongue as hot cum spurted into his mouth and down his throat.

Harry continued to suck and lick Draco’s softening cock until he had swallowed every last drop of the blonde’s seed. He then crawled up Draco’s body, licking his lips, and curled into his boyfriends embrace.

“That was amazing,” he whispered, his lips pressed closed to Draco’s ear. He barely received a nod of agreement in return, and smiled at the sight of his sated boyfriend.

Realising after a few minutes that he was now lying in his own semen, Harry reached for his wand and cast a quick cleaning charm over them both. He found Draco pouting up at him.

“Don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from,” Harry comforted, slightly amused by his boyfriends reaction.

“Slut,” Draco accused lightly.

“Your slut,” Harry corrected, before pressing a gentle kiss to the blondes lips.

They lay on the bed for a while longer, their naked bodies tangled together, until a loud knocking at the door spoiled the moment.

“Malfoy, open this fucking door. I want to go to bed. And you needn’t think you’re going to be doing... stuff while I’m in there.”

Draco smirked. “What do you think? Should I let him in?”

“I suppose we ought to,” Harry agreed reluctantly. Draco sat up and pulled the covers over both their bodies before turning his attention to the door.

“I’ll open the door for you Theo, but I can’t promise that things won’t be going ‘bump’ in the night.”

“Don’t you bloody dare, Draco,” Theo stormed, as he burst through the bedroom door. “I’m not Blaise and I don’t get off on hearing other people fucking.”

Draco only gave his roommate another smirk before closing the hangings round his bed with a twitch of his wand. He lay back down and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s warm body.

“I don’t think someone’s getting any!”

Harry giggled quietly at his, burying his head in the crook of Draco’s neck to muffle the sound, one arm snaking round the blondes waist.

“I can’t wait till the holidays,” Draco sighed. “We’ll be able to share the same bed every night, with no one to disturb us.”

Harry’s eyes widened a fraction at this. “Will your mum actually let us share a room then?”

“Well, probably not officially,” Draco admitted. “She’ll put you in one of the guest rooms for appearances sake. But she’ll know where you’ll really be sleeping.”

“I’m not sure how much of a comfort that really is. I don’t know that I want to face your mum over breakfast when she knows what we’ve been up to.”

“Harry, most of Slytherin have a fair idea of what we get up too and you face them every morning,” Draco reasoned.

“Yes, but that’s different. They’re Slytherins, this is your mum,” Harry argued.

“She may be my mum, But you should know that she’s a Slytherin too, so I don’t think she’ll be too shocked.”

Harry only huffed in reply and snuggled closer. Draco chuckled to himself and pressed his lips in a chaste kiss to Harry’s forehead.

“Go to sleep. We’ve got a lot of shopping to do tomorrow and you’ll need plenty of energy to keep up with me.”

All Harry could think, as he closed his eyes, was that if that wasn’t enough to give him nightmares, then he didn’t know what was.

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A/N: Not much in the way of plot progresson, I know. But I thought I would treat you all to a little smut!