Draco\'s Insignia

Draco’s Insignia~ Part four

Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another (and sex). This is your only warning; so if you do not like reading about two men in love, then don’t read. Go read some other fic. Do not harass the author, please. And there is some strong language in here!

Dedicated to: Brandis, just because she wanted me to, and because she helped with some of the plot. ^_^

Special thanks goes to my lovely beta reader Jamthedork for correcting any kind of errors that I have overlooked.

Contents: This fic will contain A LOT of Slash, humor, sap, andon. on. This fic is for entertainment purposes only. ^_^ You want a real plot, read my fic Protégé and its sequels.

Pairings: Draco/Harry

Rating: You know.

Year: End of 6th

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters! J.K. Rowlings is the wonderful person who does, and I wish her luck with her next book. (It’s almost done! Yay!)

Possible canon errors, but who really cares?

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The moment that Harry came out of the Weasley’s fireplace, Ron pulled him into a hug that almost crushed his ribs.

“Good to see you again, mate!”

“Good to see you too, Ron.” Harry squeaked, feeling the air being squeezed out of him.

Before Ron could ask Harry if he was okay, Draco arrived. He stepped out of the fireplace, dusting himself off as he mumbled about the horrors of traveling by Floo. When he looked up, his eyes immediately saw the scene before him, and he bristled in annoyance, and possibly jealousy.

“All right, Weasley, that’s a long enough hug.”

“Oh?” Ron smirked, “I think I can hug my best friend for as long as I want to.” He stuck his tongue out.

Draco glared, “Oh, is that what you think?”

“Yes, that’s what I think.” Ron glared back.

“Is that so?” Draco glared harder.

“Yes, that’s so.” Ron tried to glare even harder.

“Oh really?”

“Really.”

“Oh, you think. . .”

“Shut up!” Harry huffed.

They heard Mrs. Weasley sniggering next to them. “I see that Ron wasn’t lying when he said that young Malfoy would be here.”

Harry hugged her, “Hello, Mrs. Weasley.”

“Hello, Harry dear. How’s that boy been treating you?” She leered at Draco.

“Better than usual, actually.” Harry peered over and watched as Draco started to ogle everything. Ron had his arms crossed as he kept an eye on the blond intruder like a dog would do to a stranger.

“So, this is where chaos went.” Draco drawled. “I was wondering where it had gone after Heaven and Earth were created.”

“Bite your tongue, Malfoy!” Ron snarled.

“Behave yourself while you’re here.” Harry warned.

Draco looked over lazily at Harry and gave him an all-knowing smirk.

“Would you boys like some tea?” Mrs. Weasley asked, trying to be courteous despite the other boy being a Malfoy.

“I don’t know.” Draco said, “Can you afford it?”

Mrs. Weasley frowned deeply.

Harry smacked him on the arm, “Watch what you say, Malfoy, or else.” He thumbed back at the dining room, where Mr. Weasley was sitting. Draco paled, as though he was remembering something awful that had to do with Mr. Weasley. Harry turned back to Ron’s mother, “I’d like some tea, thanks.”

“I thought we were just going to exchange my wizard money for Muggle money.” Draco said, still looking pale.

“Can’t I stay for a while and visit?”

Draco glared.

“He’s already spent more than enough time with you, Malfoy. It’s my turn.” Ron sneered.

Draco raised an elegant brow, “You want to spend time with ME?”

“Sod off! You know I meant Harry!”

“Fine, whatever.” Draco waved a hand. “I’m going to do what I came here to do, and then I’m leaving.” He huffed, and then went into the dining room.

The clock’s hands (that had the names Fred and George) moved to ‘coming home’. Harry realized that the twins were still living at home, even though they owned a very successful joke shop. They must have their reasons. Of course, the one reason that it might be was because of the war against Voldemort.

Fred and George Apparated into the living room, for the first time.

“We did it!” George cheered.

“Mum, we’re home!” Fred said with a smile. Then he noticed Harry standing next to Ron. “Hey, Harry! What a surprise this is! Gotten sick of your cousin already, have you?”

“Well, actually. . .” Harry began, but Ron interrupted him, saying what he thought Harry was going to say.

“Malfoy’s here.”

“What?? What’s that git doing here??”

“Exchanging money.” Harry said.

Mrs. Weasley came out from the kitchen with a tray of teacups and a teapot.

“Mum, what’s Malfoy doing here? Why is he allowed?”

Mrs. Weasley looked over at Harry, and almost at once, the twins understood. Well, sort of.

“You brought him here, Harry?” George gasped.

Fred mockingly put a hand to his chest, “Why is thou delivering us pain, friend Harry? Oh why, oh why?”

“Because, you see. . . he’s under my supervision. . .”

Before Harry could finish his explanation, they heard a sudden shout from the dining room.

“TWO HUNDRED, NO LESS!”

“AND I JUST TOLD YOU I DON’T HAVE TWO HUNDRED IN MUGGLE MONEY! YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO SETTLE ON FIFTY FIVE!”

“BALDERDASH!” Draco bellowed. “THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!”

“Excuse me.” Harry said, scowling. He made his way to the dining room. When he entered, he saw Draco looming over the hunched form of Mr. Weasley, who was sitting at the table. “Malfoy!”

Draco’s head snapped up and he looked into Harry’s resentful eyes.

“He’s holding out on me!” Draco pointed an accusing finger at Mr. Weasley.

“I am not!” Mr. Weasley said, horrified. “I only have 55 pounds.”

Draco eyed Mr. Weasley strangely, “You look you you weigh more than fifty five.”

“No, Malfoy, he means Muggle money. In England, it’s called pounds. But you must remember, Mr. Weasley doesn’t have that much Muggle money to begin with.”

Draco frowned, but then he suddenly became his smug self again. “Of course, how stupid of me to think I could get a decent amount from a Weasley. I would probably get more money from Granger’rentrents. . .”

“Malfoy,” Harry warned, “That’s enough.” He could see that Mr. Weasley was getting a dangerous look in his eyes. Harry didn’t think that Mr. Weasley would soften up for Draco the way that he was beginning to.

Ron was leaning up against the doorway that led from the dining room to the living room. Mrs. Weasley walked by with a look of disregard as she made her way to the kitchen.

“You are way out of your league, Malfoy.” Ron said, “You’re in OUR territory now. You’re like a hare stuck in a lion’s den.”

Draco walked over, glaring, and got in Ron’s face. “I’m more of a dragon than a stinking hare, Weasley.”

Ron and Draco continued to glare at each other until Mrs. Weasley stuck a plate of cookies between them. “Care for a trifle, boys?”

Ron slowly took one from the tray without taking his eyes off of Draco. “Thanks, Mum.” He bit into the cookie, still ogling Malfoy with disdain.

Draco took one, and then bit into it. After he finished chewing and swallowed, he said, “Yeah, thanks.”

“Harry?”

“Sure. Thanks, Mrs. Weasley.” Harry took a cookie and then sat down at the table across from Mr. Weasley.

Wanting to prevent any kind of fighting from occurring, Mrs. Weasley spoke up to break the tension. “So, explain what’s going on with Malfoy .” .” She started to pour the tea.

“Well, the Dursleys and I were sitting down for breakfast when Malfoy appeared at the doorstep. My uncle Vernon wasn’t happy when he found out that Malfoy was a wizard too. I wasn’t too pleased that he was there either, but to make a long story short, Malfoy got to stay with me in my room. I found out that I’ve been dubbed his supervisor by Dumbledore, I believe.” Harry took a sip of his Earl Grey.

“Sure, tell the world that, Potter.” Draco sneered.

“Supervisor?” Mr. Weasley raised a brow.

“Yes. Or as my uncle so bluntly put it, his Keeper.”

Draco glared, but didn’t dare say anything at the moment, because of the way Mr. Weasley was looking at him. Actually, Draco looked a bit pale again.

Just then, Ginny Weasley sauntered into the room. “Hey, Ron. Fred and George said that Harry was here and. . .” Her eyes fell on Harry and then she blushed.

“Hello, Ginny.” Said Harry, smiling.

Ginny smiled back.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the weaselette.” Draco drawled as he moved away from the table. He crossed his arms and blocked Ginny’s path. He knew that he was outnumbered 6-1, but his nervousness around Mr. Weasley was making him act out.

Ginny shrunk under Draco’s scrutiny, but she couldn’t ignore how appealing the blond was, or how striking his icy blue eyes were. Ginny wrung her hands together nervously, and blushed, casting her eyes down to the floor.

“Please, don’t call me that.” “An “And why not?” Draco said in a honeyed voice.

Ginny made the mistake of looking up into Draco’s eyes again. She squeaked and blushed furiously.

“Right! That’s it!” Mr. Weasley stepped in between them, shielding Ginny, “I will not have you patronizing my only daughter in my own home! You have your money, now leave.”

Draco raised his head, but couldn’t keep eye contact with Mr. Weasley. “With pleasure. I don’t think I could stand being in this dump for very long, anyways.” He looked over at Ginny again and saw her staring back with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Harry grabbed onto Draco’s shoulder, hard, and then hauled him into the living room, toward the fireplace. “Can’t even have a decent evening with the Weasleys when you’re around, can I?” He looked back at Ron and the others as they followed them into the living room. “I’m sorry about all of this Mrs. Weasley. I wanted to stay longer. . .”

“It’s okay, dear. I understand.” She leered at Draco as if she wanted to say something, but decided not to.

“Yeah, and next time, don’t bring Malfoy.” Ron said, staring at Draco dangerously. Before they left, however, the twins suddenly showed up.

“Hey, Malfoy. Don’t forget your wand!” Fred said, placing a long, black wand into his hand.

“Thanks.” Draco said, looking confused. He looked at the wand for a second, and then suddenly realized- “Wait, I didn’t even bring my . . .”

The wand that Fred put in Draco’s hand changed into a big, gray rat. With a loud gasp, Draco dropped the rat, which squeaked when it hit the floor and then scurried away.

Fred and George were laughing so hard that they fell to the floor, holding their stomachs.

“The damn thing nearly bit me!” Draco said in outrage.

“Boys!” Mrs. Weasley said with disappointment. She put a hand on her hip and shook a finger in their direction. “Shame on you!”

“Yeah!” Ginny said, mimicking her mother’s stance, shaking a finger as well, “That wasn’t very nice. It could have given him rabies!”

Draco’s eyes widened in horror. “R-r-rabies??”

Even Ron was laughing with the twins. “That was bloody funny!” He wheezed. “Did you see the look on his face?”

“Ron!” Ginny glowered.

Draco looked away, pouting.

“Come on, let’s go.” Harry said, pulling out the bag of Floo Powder.

“Eat well, Harry.” Mrs. Weasley said, and then she looked down at thens wns who were still trying to stop laughing.

“I will. Thanks Mrs. Weasley. And thanks Mr. Weasley, for the exchange.”

Mr. Weasley smiled at Harry, but he never looked at Draco. Harry wondered if maybe he was still angry with Malfoy. “Be well, Harry.”

Harry and Draco disappeared in the emerald flames.

~*~

Draco barely had enough time to brace himself before he felt his feet give way and he stumbled onto a soft bed. The moment that they got back from the Weasley’s, Harry had grabbed a hold of his ear and dragged him all the way up to their room. (With Draco muttering, ‘Not the ear, not the ear, not the ear. . .’ and ‘pain, pain, don’t like pain.’) The Dursley’s were looking on with a mixture of amusement and annoyance at the scene.

Harry was standing over him, hands on his hips, and a not-so-nice gaze coming from his deep emerald eyes. Draco noticed that Harry’s eyes seemed to get darker whenever he was upset or angry.

“You do know that you’re even more attractive when you’re mad?” Draco grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Don’t you EVEN try getting yourself out of this mess, Malfoy!” Harry shouted suddenly, making Draco jump. “I cannot believe you had the guts to act that way, and say those things, in their own home! I thought for sure that Mr. Weasley was going to curse you terribly for your mouth!”

“But he didn’t, did he-?”

“DON’T INTERRUPT!” Harry yelled, about half a foot from Draco’s face. Draco back away quickly, eyes wide with what looked to be terror. “Now I know that I was given an order to be your Keeper, and I know that you really have no choice in being here, because you really have no other place to go. I’m looking after you because I know I was instructed to by Dumbledore, but if I could, I’d kick you out of here faster than you can say Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans!”

Draco was wincing at Harry’s words, and not only that but he was wondering why Harry’s Draconis Mark wasn’t glowing.

“From now on,” Harry continued, “I expect you to behave a lot nicer to the Weasleys, act more proper around my friends, AND always, and I mean *always*, listen to me! Do I make myself clear, Malfoy?”

Draco nodded obediently.

“Good.” Harry sighed. He felt all of his frustration begin to melt away. “So then, let’s go eat. And just to let you know, I do appreciate you doing this for me. Maybe it’ll make up for how you acted this afternoon. We’ll see.”

Draco pouted silently. He wasn’t pleased about how Harry was treating him right now, like he was some sort of disobedient child that was being grounded. He just didn’t want to act soft in front of Arthur Weasley, and his family. Draco shuddered. All those Weasleys, all that red, all those freckles, all those hand-me-downs . . .

“Please tell me,” Draco said as they descended the staircase, “That we won’t be visiting the Weasleys on a frequent occasion.” He hated how meek he was sounding right now.

Harry turned and snarled. “Why?”

Draco frowned, trying not to shiver. “All that red hair and freckles and. . .” He shook his head. “It’s like a clown nightmare.”

Harry couldn’t help himself and he burst out laughing. “We’ll see. Maybe if you’re good, then we WON’T visit them.”

“Great. You finally found a suitable punishment for me. I’m distraught.”

Harry laughed all the way downstairs, not even caring about the strange looks he was getting from the Dursleys. Dudley was staring quite zealously at Draco as they left.

~*~

They actually found a place they could agree on to eat at, and Draco had actually acted rather decent, even though he still liked to take a few jabs at Harry now and then. Harry was finding that he could actually put up with most of Draco’s sarcastic remarks and cute little scowls.

By the end of the night, Harry admiadmitted to himself that he did find Draco cute after all, which made the arrangement even harder for Harry to cope with.

Draco had brought up the deal with the Dragon Mark on their arms and how Harry’s didn’t begin to glow at all when he was yelling at him. Harry just shrugged his shoulders and said, “Maybe it has to be a mutual anger for them to glow, and maybe because of the fact that I wasn’t yelling at you because you weren’t riling me up so badly.”

“So, youen’ten’t really mad at me?”

“Yes, of course I was mad. I was just. . . I don’t know, maybe I was in a bit of an understanding mood or something.”

“So you understood . . . ?”

Harry shrugged. “I don’t know, Malfoy. You’re the one that made the stupid thing.”

“Oh, another question.” Draco said, pursing his lips. “Why didn’t you tell Mr. Weasley about the Mark? It would have been a perfect opportunity to have me turned over to the proper authorities for doing this.”

“Well, first of all, since your contact knows about us being Marked that must mean that Dumbledore knows. And we haven’t received an owl from Dumbledore about it, so that means that he is ok with it. And second, I really didn’t think it was any of their business at the time about the Mark you put on me. They’ll just worry about me more, and I don’t need them to.”

Draco smiled, very pleased with these answers.

“Okay, Malfoy, now I have a question to ask you.”

“Must you?”

“Yes.” Harry twirled his fork in his big plate of pasta. “Why are you so scared of Ron’s dad?”

Draco frowned slightly. He was hoping that Harry hadn’t noticed the way he acted around Mr. Weasley. He shrugged his shoulders. “He’s the head of the household, the head Weasel, and he works for the Ministry. How else am I supposed to act around him?”

Harry pursed his lips in thought, wondering if he should continue with the twenty questions, or if he should wait until he had the whole story of why Malfoy was living with him now. It could have something to do with his late parents.

“Never mind, Malfoy. We’ll talk about it some other time.”

~*~

Only slightly pixilated, Draco and Harry made it back ‘home’ in one piece. Meaning, they didn’t kill each other, nor did anyone else. It was only a happy kind of drunk though, not a ‘Why is the room spinning?’ kind of drunk. All of their anger toward one another from that evening seemed to have just slipped away. The questions that Harry wanted to ask Draco badly had vacated his head, and he started to just live in the moment.

Draco was giggling at the lamest jokes that Harry told, and Harry was finding himself walking closer and closer to Draco than he had ever done before. That one day still lingered in his mind, though, when Draco was on top of him, rubbing fiercely against his own raging hard on.

When they entered the house, they were both shushing each other and snickering lightly. They made their way up the stairs remarkably well, and then practically rushed into the bedroom. Harry locked the door quickly, and then turned to Draco. The blond Slytherin had already planted his butt onto the bed, laid back on his hands, and was smirking.

“Did anyone ever tell ya that you’re simply gorgeous with flushed cheeks?” Draco babbled.

“No.” Harry said, smiling slightly. “You’re the first.”

“Ah.” Draco grinned stupidly. “Then am I the first to say that I want you, right here, right now?”

Harry flushed, “Yep. Right again.”

“Yay for me.” Draco smiled. “What do I win?”

That was too easy of an answer, Harry thought. He decided to tease. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe a cookie, or a chocolate frog, or maybe even . . .” He pretended to think. “Maybe I’ll give you a kiss.”

Draco’s eyes lit up. “A kiss? You mean it? You’re going to actually give ME a kiss? I don’t have to steal it this time?”

Harry shook his head. “Not this time.”

“Cool! Then come here and give me my reward.”

Harry sauntered, as best he could, over to the blond and then stopped when his knees were touching Draco’s.

“I’m down here, big b Dr Draco said, looking up at the still standing Harry Potter.

“Are you now?” Harry smirked. “I thought that you were going to stand up for me.”

Draco reached up and grabbed onto Harry’s tie. “Nope. You’re coming down here. Right now.” He pulled Harry down by his tie and their lips crashed against one another’s.

Harry moaned eagerly and shivered aeir eir kiss slowly began to heat up. Draco ran his fingers through Harry’s jet-black hair, messing it up even more tha alr already was.

Finally, Draco let go of Harry’s lips and smiled a slightly wicked smile. “And to think that dragons couldn’t be tamed.”

“Only trained wizards and witches could tame a dragon.” Harry leaned forward so that he was now lying on top of Draco. “But, from what I heard from Charlie Weasley, the most beautiful type of dragon is the Antipodean Opaleye.”

“But it is rarely aggressive,” Draco said, nipping at the corner of Harry’s lip. “And I’m nothing bugresgressive.”

“Or so you think.” Harry kissed back lightly, the corners of their lips meeting sweetly, over and over again.

“Perhaps I’m more of a Hungarian Horntail, then.” Draco smirked between kisses.

“Maybe. Or maybe you’re both. You might be interbred. You’re too beautiful to be just a Hungarian.”

Draco smiled, trying to hide a blush. “You really think so?”

Harry answered him with a long, passionate kiss. “Yes,” he panted, “I think so.” And then Harry smiled mischievously, “Or you could be a Jarvey.” (1)

Draco narrowed his eyes in annoyance, but he knew that Harry was just playing around with him. “Not funny.” Then he smirked, “But enough talk. Let’s see some more action.”

“And just who do you think is in charge here?”

“Me.” Draco said as he flipped Harry over onto his back.

Harry decided not to argue, especially when Draco Malfoy’s mouth and tongue were doing wonderful things on his neck. He could vaguely recall the sensual feeling that Draco had given him on that one day that he arrived on his doorstep. The feeling was slowly coming back to Harry, and he jerked his hips upward against Draco’s thigh.

“Oh, no, I have something else planned for us to do.” Draco trailed a finger across Has chs cheek.

Harry blushed, “S-something . . . else?”

Draco slowly slid Harry’s tie off and began to unbutton his shirt’s collar. “Oh yeah. And I guarantee yo lov love it.” He kissed his way down Harry’s throat and down the chest that he was baring before him.

Harry shivered uncontrollably from Draco’s ministrations. He tilted his head to the side, closing his eyes tightly. This was already feeling even better than before, when they had their clothes still on. Now, as Draco’s fingers and mouth were doing splendidngs ngs on his chest and stomach, Harry couldn’t help the deep burning sensation below his waist. He shifted his weight slightly, which moved his pelvis area more against Draco’s thigh, and the rubbing hit him so hard that his eyes flew open and his mouth widened his shock. He almost cried out, but he stopped it half way in his throat.

Harry suddenly become shirtless, and the mere sight was driving Draco so crazy that he began to lap and suck at one of Harry’s perked nipples. This time Harry couldn’t hold in his moan, and he jerked his head back slightly. Draco started to massage his other nipple with three fingers. Harry tossed his head back and forth.

“Enjoying it, Potter?” Draco breathed against Harry’s skin hotly. Harry didn’t answer, he only squeezed his eyes together and grit his teeth. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Draco grinned.

The Slytherin continued to ravish on his rosy treat, switched to the other, and then he trailed his way down Harry’s skinny, flat abdomen. Harry wasn’t too sure, but he had a sneaky suspicion to where Draco was headed. He felt rough hands unbutton the front of his pants, and then his zipper was down. He ached so badly there, between his legs, but he didn’t know what he was supposed to ask Draco to do. He was anticipating the blonde’s next move, hoping that his pain would ebb away.

When Draco slipped off his trousers, and boxers, Harry gasped in both embarrassment and relief. was was hard, and he knew from experience what he looked like when he was fully aroused; throbbing vein on the underside of it, with a mauve colored crown. From the stillness that Draco was, Harry could only guess that he must be staring at him. This made him blush harder.

“My, Potter, but you are a thick one.” He could hear the smarminess in Draco’s voice as he said this. “And rather horny, too, I see.” Draco rubbed his thumb over the head, wiping at a whitail ail of cum.

“M-Malfoy. . .” Harry squeaked.

“Yeah, I know, I know. . . less talk, more action.” Before Harry could retort, he felt a warm, wet tongue slid up the underside of his cock, and then flicker a bit at the tip of the head.

Harry gasped, loudly. “Great Merlin!”

“No, Great Draco, but close enough.” Malfoy smirked.

“You’re talking again, Malfoy.” Harry panted, “Either you relieve my ache, or you’ll be going to bed unsatisfied.”

“You’re just full of threats today, aren’t you, Potter?”

Harry snarled, getting sick of Malfoy delaying his sexual fulfillment, and grabbed the back of his head. “Malfoy, just shut up and do it, now.”

Draco shook his head, smirking, “So controlling.” Before Harry could tell him to shut up again, he instantly brought his mouth back down and wrapped his lips around the head of Harry’s cock.

Harry snapped his head back and let out a shaky breath. He tried to control his actions and where his hands were going, but he couldn’t, and soon he began to run his fingers through Draco’s hair, messing it up a bit. Draco slowly started to swallow him, little by little. The blonde’s throat was hot and tight around his shaft, and almost too much for him to take.

Draco released him, and then started to blow lightly across the heated, moist tip of his erection. Harry shivered.

“I want pleasure too, Potter. Turn yourself around.”

As if his hormones were in total control, H did did as he was asked and turned his body so that he was now staring straight at Malfoy’s crotch. With shaky hands, Harry undid Draco’s trousers. He had never done something like this before, so he decided to just mimic what Malfoy was doing to him. He felt those wet, hot lenveenvelope his throbbing arousal again, making his hips jerk slightly. He was anxious and excited at the same time as he slowly drew Malfoy’s cock out. It was the same as his, yet different. And it even looked to be a bit bigger as well. Harry looked down just in time to see his own erection being swallowed by Malfoy’s oh, so talented mouth. How in the world was he doing that? It didn’t look like it would fit in all the way. He looked back at Draco’s cock and gulped. It didn’t look like Draco’s would fit really well in his own mouth, now that he thought about it.

Well, there was only one way to find out for sure, and that was to go for it. Draco didn’t smell as bad as he had imagined. The blonde actually smelt rather pleasant, and for some reason, Draco’s scent was arousing him even further. Very tentatively, he opened his mouth and began to suck on the head of Malfoy’s cock.

He felt Drjerkjerk next to him, and then he felt Draco swallow. The feeling was even better than he had ever imagined, and it urged him to take more of Draco into his own mouth. Harry was on the verge of coming, and when he felt Draco’s chin on his pelvis, Draco’s nose almost touching the folds of his ball sac, he couldn’t control himself. He stuck his hands into the back of Malfoy’s pants and started to knead his buttocks as he sucked on Malfoy harder, and then he came, hard.

Draco didn’t choke at all. He swallowed it all. Then, once Draco released Harry’s cock, he brought a hand down and started to massage the back of Harry’s head. Harry felt Draco’s fingers grasp his hair and pull him closer, as he urged Harry to take him in deeper. Harry had to repress a gag as he tried his best to take Malfoy into his throat. Once he couldn’t go any further, he realized that he couldn’t breathe. So, he sucked as hard as he could asco fco fisted his hair and started to pump slowly. Harry gulped on instinct, and that did it in for Draco. The Slytherin came, groaning out Harry’s name, and Harry had no choice but to swallow all of Draco’s semen.

Harry sighed in relief as he finally inhaled some oxygen. He had no idea that he could do something like that, and especially to Draco Malfoy. It was so exhilarating and . . . and fun. He laid his head down on Draco’s thigh and closed his eyes. “Malfoy. . .”

Draco got up on one elbow and looked down at the flushed Harry Potter. “Yes?”

“That was . . . very . . . you know.” Harry had pursed his lips together, trying not to smile too much.

“Indeed it was, my pride of lions. You did good for your first time.”

Harry snorted, “I guess I did, my little nest of vipers.”

Draco laughed.

~TBC~

(1) Jarvey- The Jarvey resembles an overgrown ferret in most respects, except for the fact that it can talk. True conversation, however, is beyond the wit of the Jarvey, which tends to confine itself to short (and often rude) phrases in an almost constant stream. ^_^ This information is taken from Fantastic Beasts & Where To Find Them.