PICTURE PERFECT

Chapter Four


Harry sat back at his desk in Potions midweek, cutting and dicing flobberworms for his detention. He apparently wasn’t paying attention to the Professor that afternoon. He kept glancing in frustration to the clock that hung above the Professor’s desk, and sighed heavily when he saw it was quite late. He was supposed to be in the Room of Requirement about four hours ago for the next sitting with Draco. Draco had of course known about the detention being as they were in the same class, but he didn’t think it would take this long. Once he had one jar diced and sliced, Snape would plop another jar down motioning for him to continue.

He looked up at the sound of the door opening to see Draco sauntering into the room towards Snape’s desk. “Hello Severus,” Draco warmly greeted.

“Hello Draco,” Snape replied, giving his godson a small smile. “How is your drawing going for the magazine?”

Draco leaned closer so Harry wouldn’t hear. “Well, could be better. You see . . . you’re keeping my model for the drawings in detention,” he smirked.

“Potter?” Snape cried out in surprise, then shot a glare to Harry who looked on in interest.

“Yes, Harry is my subject for the drawings,” Draco replied.

“You finally did it, didn’t you?” Severus sighed, resigned. “You actually acted on your infatuation for the bloody-boy-who-lived.”

“It’s not just an infatuation Sev,” Draco seriously said, then looked to Harry who was trying to hurry and slice the flobberworms, “it’s much more than that,” he added quietly, but not enough for Severus not to hear.

“Potter. Your detention is done for tonight. You may go,” Snape said to the stunned Gryffindor.

Harry didn’t even question the abruptness of the dismissal, just bottled up what he had cut up, then cleaned the desk where he was working. He smiled in thanks to Draco who was waiting patiently for him to finish. “Do you still want me to sit for you tonight?” He asked.

“No. You can tomorrow night,” Draco said, walking beside Harry as they made their way out of the dungeons.

“Want to get a snack or something?” Harry asked, not wanting to say goodnight yet.

“What kind of snack?” Draco laughed.

Harry grasped Draco’s hand in his, and practically dragged him to the portrait of the bowl of fruit. He started to tickle the pear, much to the amusement of Draco who had never known this was here, then stepped through the now open portrait. Harry’s hand was suddenly pulled from Draco’s when a short wide-eyed house elf seemed to attach itself to Harry’s legs. “Mister Harry Potter sirs . . . what brings you to see Dobby?” The excitable elf asked.

“We were wondering if we could have some kind of a snack before we go to bed,” Harry grinned.

Dobby looked up in admiration at Harry, then turned to look at Draco. “Is Misters Draco to join you then?” It asked.

“Yes, Dobby,” Harry said as he directed Draco to sit at the small table in the corner of the large kitchen.

Draco watched the house elf bustle around the kitchen, and in a short time had a large piece of chocolate cake with a big glass of milk in front of him. “Thank you Dobby,” he grinned as he dipped his finger in the creamy frosting, then proceeded to lick it off.

Dobby looked up at Draco in surprise. “I remembers that you likes chocolate cakes sir,” it said, then went away before Draco could respond to the quiet comment.

“I had always liked Dobby,” Draco said after chewing on a piece of his cake. “It was just my father that was abusive to the elves.”

“You really like chocolate, don’t you?” Harry laughed, as Draco chewed slowly, as if savoring each bite of the cake.

“Love it,” Draco grinned, then noticed that Harry had some icing on the corner of his mouth. He got up and came around to Harry’s side of the table and gripped his shoulders as he slipped between Harry and the table, straddling his thighs. “You have icing . . . ” he started to say, then licked the chocolate off of Harry’s mouth, letting his lips linger.

Harry gripped Draco’s hips and pulled him closer as he leaned in to deepen the kiss. Their moans were muffled as the kiss turned hot and needy, their erections coming in contact with each others through their jeans. They were startled out of their passionate kiss when Dobby happened to pop in beside them, then pop back out when he saw them kissing. “Mmmm . . . chocolate tastes good on you,” Draco whispered, then leaned down to give Harry a quick kiss before getting off the warm lap.

Draco sat back in his chair to finish his cake, smirking to himself when he saw that Harry was fidgeting in his seat to try to get more comfortable. They spent the next hour talking over other likes and dislikes as they finished their cake. When Dobby popped in the next time, the two of them told the house elf that they didn’t need anything else and that they were going to call it a night.

After a very lengthy goodnight kiss, they each parted to go to their separate rooms, both looking forward to the next day, both so sexually charged that they didn’t fall asleep until the early hours of the morning.


~*~


The classes seemed to go at a snails pace for Harry and Draco the next day. During dinner, their thoughts were on each other and what that night might bring. Harry watched as Draco left the hall after giving Harry a pointed look. “Gotta go guys,” he said cheerfully to Ron and Hermione.

“Where does he disappear to?” Ron asked as Harry practically ran out the door. Hermione shrugged her shoulders and grinned knowingly to herself. She knew where Harry was going the nights he wasn’t in the dorms, and she couldn’t be happier for him.

Harry rushed up to the Room of Requirement and saw that Draco was already there setting up his easel and stool beside the bed. “Hey,” he breathlessly said as he leaned over to kiss the side of Draco’s neck.

“Hey yourself,” Draco smiled. “Now I need you to strip down to nothing and get into the bed,” he instructed.

“Are you joining me?” Harry asked suggestively.

“No . . . not yet,” Draco laughed. “First work, then maybe play.”

Harry began to unbutton his shirt when he saw Draco picking up a camera. “Where did you get that?” He asked.

“I asked mother to send it to me,” Draco replied, “thought it would give me more pictures to draw from . . . like you unbuttoning that shirt,” he grinned, focusing the camera to click off the first picture.

Harry softly laughed as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Once it was undone, he slipped a hand in to glide over his bare chest, shrugging the shirt off his shoulders, and down his arms. He heard the steady clicking of the camera as he slid his jeans down his legs, leaving him in just his black silk boxers. “Off or on?” He smirked.

Draco put down the camera and went over to Harry to give him a brief kiss. “Off, then climb into bed,” he grinned.

Harry slid the boxers off, glancing over to Draco who was trying not to look as he got his charcoal ready. He slid under the covers, leaving them bunched down at his waist. “Any particular way you want me to lay?”

“Show me how you sleep,” Draco replied, standing beside the bed.

Harry shrugged his shoulders, then fluffed the pillows at his head and lay on his side away from Draco. He wrapped his arms around the pillow at his head and snuggled into the cushioned softness while he bent his knee in front of him, leaning against it. “You know, this is pretty comfortable . . . sure you don’t want to join me?” He asked as he was getting more comfortable.

“So you’re a bed hog?” Draco laughed, seeing his body sprawled out in the middle of the bed. “You can stay like that, I just need to . . . ” he began as he pulled the sheet slowly down Harry’s body, leaving his lower body free of the sheet except his lower legs. He ran his fingers through Harry’s longish hair to give it a more tousled look, then couldn’t resist giving a kiss to his shoulder.

“You just about finished?” Harry said, a smile to his voice.

“Yeah, don’t move,” Draco smirked, then went behind his easel. ‘Merlin . . . even his backside looks good,’ he thought as he began the preliminary sketch. He tried to focus mainly on drawing Harry, instead of thinking of how it would feel to have that body that lay so invitingly in front of him, writhing in pleasure beneath him.

It was about three hours later that Draco stood and stretched his tired back and legs. “Harry,” he quietly said, then grinned to himself when there was a soft snore in response from the bed. He approached the bed and hungrily gazed down at Harry’s body, wanting to see if he tasted as good as he looked. He silently slipped out of his clothing and opened the bedside drawer for the jar of lubricant, dipping the fingers of one hand in the warm gel. He carefully lay behind Harry and began to kiss the back of his shoulders, moving up to his neck, while his lubed fingers reached down between Harry’s legs and started to tease the puckered opening.

Harry came to awareness with the feel of warm lips to the side of his neck, soft hair grazing his back, and a slim finger slipping in past the tight ring of muscle at his entrance. “Mmm . . . feels good,” he softly moaned as he pushed back against the fingers.

“Do you know how much I want you Harry? To bury myself deep within you?” Draco huskily said as he slipped two fingers into Harry, thrusting them in and out, much like he was planning on doing with his cock.

“Gods . . . yes . . . want you now Dray,” Harry groaned.

Draco shifted behind Harry and positioned his cock head at the oiled entrance. He pushed forward and hissed as the tightness surrounded him. He slowly inched his way in until he was completely sheathed inside Harry. “Fuck . . . Harry,” he moaned.

“Draco . . . move . . . please . . . want to . . . ohgods . . . feel you,” Harry panted as he pushed back, taking Draco fully inside him.

Draco began a slow thrusting pace, savoring the feel of finally being inside of Harry. He pulled back, just leaving the head of his cock imbedded inside, when Harry pushed back against him hard and fast. At Harry’s urging, he began to plunge his cock unmercifully into him, hard and fast. He leaned over Harry to lick along the center of his back, while he reached around and began to stroke Harry’s cock in time with his thrusts. It wasn’t too soon after that he felt Harry’s cock pulse in his hand, his semen coating his fingers as his cock was gripped tightly inside of his lover. He then gripped Harry’s hips with both hands and buried himself deep, grinding into him as Harry squeezed him to completion. He cried out Harry’s name as he came, his breathing heavy against the other’s back. After a lingering kiss to Harry’s shoulder, he slowly slipped out of him, then lay on his side, bringing Harry with him, his back to his chest.

No words were needed as Harry snuggled back against Draco’s warm body, placing his hand over his that lay on his chest. They both drifted off into a tired sleep, not to awaken until the next morning.


~*~


Draco woke up before Harry the next day and looked down at the sleeping Gryffindor. Their positions had switched around sometime in the night, and Harry now lay on his back with his one arm under his head and the other around Draco’s waist. He carefully extracted himself from the warm embrace and reached for the camera. He took about three or four pictures before finally deciding to wake his Harry up, by flicking his tongue around the ringed nipple.

Harry moaned himself awake, then surprised Draco by shifting over until he was lying on top of him, latching his mouth onto the very willing lips of the blonde. He began to move his hips forward, both of them moaning as their erections rubbed together. Draco arched his neck back, Harry marking the pale skin with his teeth as their hips moved faster against each other. Draco’s fingers tangled into Harry’s unruly mass of hair, pulling him closer against his neck as he cried out Harry’s name, his seed warm between their bodies as he came. Harry soon followed, his cum mixing with Draco’s on their stomachs and hips, his lips caressing Draco’s collarbone as he came down from his orgasmic high.

They both entered the Great Hall, hand in hand, much to the surprise of most of the students. They stopped and smirked at the crowd while Draco possessively put his arm around Harry’s waist, claiming that the Gryffindor was his. He turned to face Harry, bringing up his hand to cup the side of his face, then leaned in for a brief kiss. “See you later Scarhead,” he grinned, then turned to go to the Slytherin table.

Harry shook his head in amusement, then went to the Gryffindor table, not really expecting to eat much from the constant interruptions he would get. As soon as he sat down, questions were fired at him. How long were he and Malfoy together? Is he a good kisser? Have you had sex yet? Is it true how big he is?

Harry just grinned and continued to eat, occasionally nodding in response to some of the questions. Draco was pretty much going through the same thing at his own table, rolling his eyes as he met Harry’s gaze across the hall.


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