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The Muggles
Chapter Number/Total: 4/44
Chapter Title: The Muggles
Words: 4761 Words
Harry sighed and grinned at Draco before getting out of the car and standing, sort of hunched over.
Uncle Vernon, who was standing stiffly and doing his best to pretend that Harry wasn't there at all, strode up the walk and into the house, slamming the door behind him.
Harry rolled his eyes and waited for Draco.
Draco gestured with his hand. "After you."
Harry kissed him quickly and then walked up the path to the front door. He paused in front of it. "Remember," he said, "they're all complete idiots. Don't let anything they say get to you. I'm used to it. I know it might be hard for you, but hopefully they'll just ignore us for the most part."
Draco shook his head but followed Harry into the strange-looking house. He had never been in a Muggle house before and was not feeling optimistic about this one in particular.
Harry took a big breath and let it out slowly before opening the door. He walked in and he saw Aunt Petunia standing at the end of the hall, seemingly dusting, but Harry knew she was trying to get a look at the "one-armed freak" he was sure Uncle Vernon had told her about immediately. He ignored her completely, walked over and climbed right up the stairs. Dudley was standing in the doorway of his own room and his eyes widened.
"Hey, Big D," Harry said sarcastically as he walked down the hall.
Dudley narrowed his eyes and looked at Draco warily before taking a few steps back and snapping his door shut.
Harry snorted and pushed his own door open. "This is it," he said, walking inside.
Draco looked at the strange Muggles but didn't say anything. They were probably the least attractive people he had ever seen, and that was saying something, given the Death Eaters he knew. He was happy to reach the quiet of the room. It was small and didn't have much to make it worthy of any boasting.
Harry dropped their bag onto his bed and toed off his shoes. "Shut the door, yeah?" he asked Draco.
Draco shut the door and looked around, then sat on the bed and removed his own shoes.
"It's not much, but I don't really consider this home anyway," Harry said, shrugging. "Oh and, heh, sorry for in the car; I couldn't resist."
Draco smirked. "Yes, that was ... interesting. I suppose I will have to find a way to get you back for that one."
Harry laughed. "Thank Merlin we'll only be here one night. I really hope they ignore us. Especially Dudley. How do you like knowing that, at first, you reminded me of that blob that was out in the hallway?" he asked with another laugh.
Draco frowned. "Thanks. That makes me feel just great," he sneered. "I certainly don't see the resemblance."
Harry laughed again. "Not in looks," he said. "Putting aside the fact that he's my cousin, do you ever think I'd shag that?"
Draco made a face. "Not an image I want to contemplate."
Harry smiled. "Nor do I," he said, leaning on the door. "It'll be a tight squeeze tonight," he said, looking at his bed.
Draco huffed and pulled his wand out. "I can fix that."
Harry smiled widely. "Oh, yes. I forgot," he said as he watched Draco widen the bed. He leapt forward and pinned him down on it. "Too bad we can't fuck right now; not with them all awake, anyway."
Draco's breath sped up and he wiggled a bit under Harry. "Why not?" he gasped.
"Because what if they come up here? Dudley's right across the hall, and I'm sure dinner will be done soon ... if they even call us to eat," Harry said quietly, leaning forward to kiss Draco.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, kissing and licking at Harry's mouth. "And you aren't still turned on from your little fun in the car?"
"Maybe a bit," Harry said, nipping at Draco's mouth. He was still worked up from the car. "Maybe you could just suck me off real quick?" he asked, grinning.
"Gods, that sounds delicious," Draco gasped, reaching his hand down to feel the front of Harry's trousers.
Harry sucked in a breath. "Better be quick," he said, smirking. "They could come up at any time." He waggled his eyebrows.
Draco thought about locking the door but decided that Harry seemed to be as excited by the danger as anything else. He smiled and worked his way down to kneel beside Harry's waist and unfasten his jeans. The Muggle cloth was tight, especially with Harry's cock already hard.
Harry smirked and watched Draco from down his nose. He didn't say anything, didn't make a sound. He simply shifted around a bit as Draco messed with his trousers.
Almost growling with frustration, Draco finally used a combination of his fingers and his teeth to get Harry's jeans undone. He smiled when he was finally able to wrap his fingers around the length of Harry and lower his mouth over the soft head, licking and sucking.
Harry arched up, but still didn't make any noise. It was very hard to do as he was usually very vocal. Draco's mouth was so wet, and warm, and slick. He loved that slick tongue and the things Draco was able to do with it.
Draco tongued the head of Harry's cock and used his fingers to stroke it, slowly lowering his mouth and taking more and more of Harry's flesh into it.
Harry let out a very small, strangled sound and reached down to bury his hands in Draco's hair.
Draco took a deep breath and slid his throat down over Harry's cock, taking it deep and allowing his throat muscles to convulse around the head. Then he slid back up, gulping air and licking the underside of the shaft all the way to the crown.
Harry's hands clenched in Draco's hair and he squirmed, fighting with all he had to keep his mouth shut. Was this what Draco had felt like in the car? It felt so bloody good and perfect. Draco was so wonderful at giving head - amazingly wonderful.
Draco would have grinned, if his mouth hadn't been busy, at the feel of Harry quivering beneath him. He slid back down, taking him deep again. He repeated the move, timing it so he could breathe between. Whenever he brought his mouth up for a breath, he used his fingers to keep the pressure on Harry's cock.
"Draco," Harry hissed as quietly as he could, pulling the boy's hair now and throwing his head back. He thrust his hips up again, wanting more of Draco.
Draco sped up, bobbing his head, his lips curled over his teeth to keep him safe as he slid his mouth and tongue.
Harry looked down at Draco and felt his balls tighten. Draco's hair was mussed and his cheeks were slightly pink and his lips were deliciously reddened and stretched around Harry and, fuck, he was so gorgeous. Harry let out another choked sound. "Close," he whispered, nearly whimpering.
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed on him, knowing that would probably be enough to push him over. And then he sucked harder.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut and his whole body lurched as he came into Draco's mouth. His own mouth opened in a silent moan and his fingers clenched in Draco's hair again.
Draco swallowed, his throat working to take all of what Harry could give him, and he felt the rush of magic that always accompanied Harry's orgasm. It made him feel light-headed but it didn't slow him down. He sucked until Harry was finished and then licked at the softening flesh.
Harry lay limply on the bed, still twitching and gasping. He pulled Draco up his body by his hair and kissed him. He tasted himself in Draco's mouth and found that he didn't think it was disgusting. There was actually something quite erotic about it. Merlin, Harry thought, am I turned on by bloody everything?
Draco licked and kissed Harry, loving it. He was propped up on his good arm now and lying almost entirely on top of Harry. He was hard again, but that didn't surprise or worry him. Sometimes he thought he was always hard around Harry. Nothing and no one turned him on as completely as one look from Harry did.
Harry kissed Draco for a few minutes and then finally broke apart from him and smirked. "Anything you'd like me to do about your little problem?" he asked, feeling Draco hard against him.
Smirking, Draco glanced down. "Not so little nor much of a problem, but I would love to fuck you until you screamed so loud we scared theMuggles.”
Harry's breath sped up all over again. "What, right now?" he asked, eyes bright and a grin on his face.
"You asked." Draco smiled. "Did you have something better in mind?"
Harry's smile widened and he shook his head no. He lifted his head and caught Draco's lips. "Lube's in the bag," he whispered before licking a trail across Draco's jaw and chin.
Draco pushed off of Harry and rolled to the bag, fumbling a bit with the zipper. It was amazing how many things one usually used both hands to do. He found the lube and then stood up, struggling again to unfasten the jeans he was wearing. He pushed and pulled and got his clothes off. "Strip," he gasped at the still partially-clothed boy on the bed. He used his wand to shoot Silencing and Locking Charms at the door.
Harry was panting now and he could feel his cock starting to harden again already. He tore his clothes off quickly and lay down again on the bed amongst the pillows, waiting eagerly.
Draco gasped at the eager boy on the bed and scrambled back up, his own cock hard and leaking. He put the jar of lube between his damaged arm and his body, using both to hold it while he opened it with his remaining hand. Then he dipped those fingers in and coated them, setting the jar beside Harry on the bed.
"Mmm, fuck me, Draco," Harry whispered, watching Draco with half-lidded eyes. "Fuck me hard. It wasn't a very good thing for me to have done in the car."
Draco had just lubed his own cock when he shuddered, the compulsion hitting him. "Harry," he gasped, moving up and pressing into the other boy. "You ... ordered," he got out just before pushing into him - hard.
Harry really did scream. He hadn't been expecting that and hadn't even thought his words through. "Stop," he gasped, looking wide-eyed at Draco above him as sharp pain shot through his body.
Draco stopped, his cock buried inside Harry. He was still gasping and trembling. "I'm sorry," he said.
Harry shook his head, still panting. "No, it was my fault. I didn't think about it. It didn't hurt all that bad anyway, just scared me more than anything. It's all right."
Draco trembled, nodding. "Me too," he said shakily. "Should I pull out?" he asked, looking worried.
Harry frowned but then shook his head. "No, I'm all right. Keep going." He paused for a second before quickly adding, "Please."
Draco took a deep breath and held it for a moment, his eyes closed. He could feel his cock still enclosed in the tight heat of Harry's body. It had softened a bit but now he felt himself getting harder again.
Harry closed his eyes and willed himself to relax, taking deep breaths. It had hurt since he hadn't been expecting it, and he could feel more pain than there was usually, but he ignored it. Draco had certainly fucked him harder than that before.
Draco reached his hand to wrap around Harry's cock, gently stroking the pretty flesh there, feeling its softness beginning to harden again. He rocked back gently, pulling partially out and then back in again. He moaned quietly, thrusting softly and smoothly. He spread his own legs a little wider, changing the angle so that he could be sure to stroke Harry's prostate.
Harry smiled blissfully and arched, the pain being overridden by the pleasure. He'd never been so happy at the Dursleys' before. "Draco," he let out with a partial moan.
"Oh, Gods, Harry," Draco gasped, rocking his hips to fuck the other boy in smooth strokes, his fingers matching the rhythm. "I love this; I love you," he practically chanted. His whole world was centred in front of him, in the boy below him.
Harry threw his head back. "Mmmmm," he moaned, thrusting against Draco.
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco chanted still, his hips moving faster, he watched his own cock sliding in and out of Harry and he tightened his fingers around the other boy's cock.
"Fuck me, Draco!" Harry shouted now, face, neck and chest flushing as he said it. It wasn't a command, as Draco was already fucking him. "Fuck me!"
"Yes, yes, I love fucking you," Draco gasped, his hips working fast, the muscles in his arse clenching each time he thrust forward. It was harder doing this with one hand and not being able to grasp Harry's hip with the other. He was startled when he felt himself making a fist with his missing hand.
Harry was gasping and moaning loudly now, calling out Draco's name every few thrusts. "I'm going to come so fucking hard!" he cried. "Your cock belongs in me, Draco!”
Draco was moaning and rocking, using the muscles in his calves, thighs and hips, even his stomach. It was amazing the way other parts of him seemed to be able to shift to make up for the missing hand. It was hard work but it felt fucking amazing to be fucking Harry like this, listening to him scream and knowing he could do that to him. He could feel Harry's magic crackling and knew he was going to come soon. "Yes, Harry, come for me!" he growled.
"Draco!" Harry shouted before his orgasm exploded out of him, coating his stomach in white stripes of hot, sticky semen. It went on forever and rocked his entire body with white-hot pleasure. He continued thrusting up until every drop possible was milked from him and he was left panting and moaning, feeling like a pile of mush on the bed.
Harry's body convulsed under and around Draco and his magic surrounded them in the same way -- impossibly hot and tight. Draco nearly fell then, the room spinning. He was coming, his hips thrusting forward hard, his cock buried inside Harry. He felt held up only by the power of it all, and when it crested, his hand slipped from Harry's cock and he tried to catch himself with it and his other "hand" as he fell forward.
Harry grunted a bit as Draco fell onto him, but then he simply wrapped his arms around him and smiled. "You are the best shag in the entire world, and even though I've never done it with anyone else before, I'm still sure of it."
Draco chuckled weakly at Harry's declaration, unable to do anything but lay there panting and shuddering in his arms.
Harry kissed the top of Draco's head and sighed happily, waiting for Draco to gain his strength back.
Draco gasped, pulling out of Harry and putting one leg over the other boy's so he could slide in next to him, his head resting on Harry's shoulder and his damaged arm resting on Harry's waist.
Harry smiled, feeling comfortable and sated. "Well, we could just stay up here for a while," he said after a few minutes. "Or if you're hungry we could get something to eat, or we can do whatever you like. We could take a walk and get something to eat in town, too; we don't have to stay here. Whatever you like, just say the word."
"Mmm," Draco sighed. "I thought you had to stay in the house for twenty-four hours."
"I think I just have to technically be home here for twenty-four hours, but I suppose I should stay just to be safe." Harry sighed, not really wanting to have to stay with the Dursleys. "Anything you want to do here then?"
Draco chuckled. "I think we just did that." Then he rolled onto his back so he could free his trapped hand. "I don't know what else there is to do here. I have never been inside a Muggle house."
Harry shrugged. "Not much," he said. "We could go down and watch the telly, but to be honest, that's kind of boring, and the Dursleys would just glare at us the whole time. I'd offer to show you around the house, but they'd glare for that too. There isn't much here we can do without being glared at or just plain told no. Anything you're interested in seeing in a Muggle house? I'll show you despite the Dursleys' rudeness."
Draco rolled off the bed. "Only thing I think I need right now is the loo. Where is it?" He picked up his trousers, slipped them on, and tucked himself back in.
"The first door on your right down the hall," Harry said, watching Draco. "Want me to go with you?" he asked, not knowing if Draco felt comfortable enough to go anywhere by himself.
"I think I can manage the toilet." Draco rolled his eyes and took the Locking and Silencing charms off the door, walking out into the hall wearing only the jeans.
"You have to flip the little switch on the wall for the lights to come on!" Harry called after him, shaking his head before relaxing against the pillows again.
Draco found the room in question and closed the door. He tested the switch a few times, intrigued by the mechanism. Then he found the toilet. Most of the plumbing wasn't that different from that at Hogwarts. He looked at himself in the mirror and was amused by the marks from earlier that morning that were still adorning his chest and neck, though they had now turned dark.
Harry got out of bed and pulled his own jeans on. There was still come all over him, and he wiped it off with a corner of his bed sheet. He thought he heard a door open and close in the hallway, but he couldn't be sure and went about picking up the mess of clothes on the floor.
Draco opened the door and stopped, surprised to find a mountain of a Muggle standing there, blocking his way.
Dudley stared at Draco for a moment, taking in his debauched-looking state. His eyes widened a bit, but then he made a face. "Are you one of his freak friends from that school?" he asked rudely.
Draco couldn't help it. He drawled, "Are you as stupid as you look?" He tried to push past the boy who reminded him somewhat of Goyle.
Dudley got in Draco's way, glaring. "Why are you here? Why are my parents letting you stay here?"
Draco huffed. "Get out of my way," he sneered, "and what do I care about why your parents do anything?"
Harry definitely heard talking in the hall and he walked over to the door and pulled it open. He stepped out and was not pleased to see Dudley standing so close to Draco, and Draco looking like Malfoy.
"What exactly is going on?" he asked.
Dudley spun to face Harry and stared at his even more debauched state. "Who the hell is this freak? One of your kind? What's he doing here?"
"Why the bloody hell would I tell you anything about me or my friends?" Harry said, eyebrows raised.
Draco's hand clenched at his side. He had left his wand in the room. The Muggle was between him and Harry.
"Looks like he's more than a friend to me," Dudley spat.
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Once again, it's none of your business who he is or what he is to me."
Dudley let out a humourless laugh. "So you are a ponce then? God, I've known all along. Fucking disgusting piece of shit; wait till I tell dad."
"Get out of my way," Draco said coldly from behind him. He was shaking with rage. He couldn't believe the people Harry had to live with. He was about ten seconds from Summoning his wand and hexing this arsehole.
Dudley laughed again. "And what are you gonna do about it, you little fairy?" he asked Draco. "I know you can't use that thing and you certainly don't look up to fighting much." He turned back to Harry. "Figures you'd be a fag and still only be able to find one with one arm."
Draco Summoned his wand and it flew past both Harry and the Muggle, into his waiting hand. "Harry, what do you want me to do with him?" he asked coldly.
Harry was shaking and a million hexes he could tell Draco to use sprung up in his mind, but he knew that it wouldn't look good for Draco to have hexed aMuggle with his interrogation coming up. "Nothing," he said, voice shaking as much as his body. "Dudley, if you don't want Draco to use his wand, I suggest you move."
"He can't use it. He'd be kicked out of that school, too! I know how that works!" Dudley said, suddenly looking scared of Draco.
"He's seventeen, which means he can do whatever the bloody fuck he wants, and if you don't move right now, I'll let him use it."
"Don't move, arsehole, because I would love an excuse to hex your nuts off," Draco drawled, fingering his wand.
Dudley gasped, looking very scared now. "You're lying," he said, taking a step away from Draco, his hands seemingly confused about whether they should cover his bits or his arse.
"I assure you I'm not lying. Would you like to try it?" Harry said angrily.
"He really is as stupid as he looks," Draco drawled again. "I just called my wand to me using magic, you dolt, so I have already used magic in front of you. The only reason I haven't hexed you yet is that Harry seems determined to give you a chance. Me? I would rather see how loud you can scream." His voice was as cold and nasty as he could make it.
That was all it took and Dudley went tearing down the stairs, his hands over his bum the entire way down.
Harry closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, still unbelievably angry.
Draco watched the Muggle run and was still practically shaking with the urge to hex him. "I absolutely cannot believe you can be related to these arseholes," he said harshly. "Are you sure someone didn't lie to you about that?"
"I'm sure," Harry said, sighing. "The yell for me to get down there will happen in three ... two ... one ..."
"BOY! GET DOWN HERE NOW!"
Harry opened his eyes and looked at Draco.
Draco glared in the direction of the bellowing. "What now?" he asked.
"He'll yell at me, tell me to get out, change his mind, change it again, try to hit me over the head and then tell me to get out of his sight, or at least something similar to that. You can stay in my room if you want," Harry said, sighing again.
"Like hell I will." Draco frowned, his voice a harsh whisper. He Summoned their shirts and did Cleaning Charms on the two of them.
Harry took his shirt from Draco and slipped it on before taking a large breath and beginning to walk down the stairs. He stepped into the sitting room to see Uncle Vernon, predictably purple-faced and fumingly angry. Dudley was standing off to the side, still looking terrified, one hand over his front and one in the back.
"DID YOU DO YOU-KNOW-WHAT IN MY HOUSE???!!" Uncle Vernon bellowed. "IN MY HOUSE, ON MY SON?!"
Draco followed Harry, standing slightly behind and to his right. He was confused when the large Muggle started yelling.
Harry took another breath. "No, I did not and I didn't do anything to Dudley.”
"YOUR FREAK FRIEND HAS HIS THINGY OUT!" Uncle Vernon yelled, staring with popping eyes at Draco's wand.
Aunt Petunia came running in from the kitchen, looking scared. She let out a scream and ran to Dudley.
Draco snorted, trying not to laugh louder when the man referred to his wand as "his thingy".
Harry sighed. "Dudley was threatening us," he said, knowing before the words left his mouth that they would be useless.
Uncle Vernon swelled. "YOU DARE ACCUSE MY SON?!"
Aunt Petunia screamed again and hugged Dudley to her.
"THE DEAL WAS FOR YOU TO STAY HERE ONE NIGHT! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T USE YOU-KNOW-WHAT!"
Harry sighed and rubbed his forehead. "We didn't use magic."
All three Dursleys gasped.
Draco frowned, his hand on his wand tightening. He took a step forward, moving up nearly side-by-side with Harry.
"Don't you say that word, boy!" Uncle Vernon hissed.
Harry rolled his eyes slightly.
"Th- they said that they would h- he- hex me!" Dudley cried.
"Only because you were being an arse, as usual! You were threatening to fight us!" Harry said angrily, glaring at Dudley.
Dudley wailed and gave a very fake shiver. "He's gay, dad! He's gay with him!" he cried, pointing at Draco.
Uncle Vernon seemed to swell up even more. "WHAT?" he shouted.
Draco was shocked and appalled by the sheer stupidity of the Dursleys. He was torn between outrage and laughter, choosing absolute silence instead for the moment. He turned cold, empty grey eyes on them, his face impassive.
Harry raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.
"YOU BRING THAT INTO MY HOUSE?!" he screamed. "AS IF YOU AREN'T MESSED UP ENOUGH! NOW YOU'RE GOING TO TELL US THAT YOU'RE- THAT YOU'RE -!!" He couldn't even bring himself to say it.
Harry shrugged, looking passive, but his eyes were burning.
"OUT! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU DISGUSTING - YOU FREAK! GET OUT!"
"Harry?" Draco asked quietly, his wand still in hand. If anyone else had spoken to him like this, he would have hexed them already. But he didn't know what Harry wanted.
Harry placed a hand on Draco's shoulder and squeezed it. He couldn't let Draco hex the Dursleys, no matter how much he wanted him to. "I can't leave," he said calmly. "I'll be gone tomorrow, like I said. I won't even come back downstairs until I leave."
"YOU ARE GOING TO LEAVE THIS HOUSE RIGHT THIS SECOND!"
"Vernon, the neighbours," Aunt Petunia warned, still grasping Dudley.
Draco looked at the woman. "You are the one he is related to," he said, "not that." He waved a dismissive hand at Vernon. "You have no loyalty to your kin?"
Harry winced. Draco just didn't understand.
Aunt Petunia flushed and glared at the floor.
"DON'T YOU SPEAK TO MY WIFE!" Uncle Vernon yelled.
Draco sneered in disgust at the woman and completely ignored Vernon. He turned his attention back to Harry and waited.
Harry closed his eyes for a moment and then turned to his aunt. "I can't leave. Believe me, I want to, but I can't until tomorrow."
Uncle Vernon was still fuming.
Aunt Petunia still wouldn't look at Harry.
"You'll never see me again after tomorrow. Never. Just this one night and a bit of the day tomorrow and I'll be gone. What does it really matter if I'm here out of sight?"
"I won't have your filth in this house!" Uncle Vernon cried.
"Well, I can't leave!" Harry said heatedly.
"You can stay just the one night," Aunt Petunia spoke up suddenly. "Just the one night and then you're gone."
Harry was reminded of the night after the Dementors’ attack. Uncle Vernon spluttered.
Draco raised an eyebrow and looked again at Harry's aunt. He nodded when she finally spoke.
Harry sighed with relief and nodded too. "Do I have to stay here for the rest of this?" he asked.
Aunt Petunia gave him one glance. "Go to your room," she said.
That was all Harry needed and he turned as quickly as he could and bounded up the stairs.
Draco was startled by how fast Harry had turned and left. He gave one last disapproving look at the Dursleys and followed him to the room.
Chapter Title: The Muggles
Words: 4761 Words
Harry sighed and grinned at Draco before getting out of the car and standing, sort of hunched over.
Uncle Vernon, who was standing stiffly and doing his best to pretend that Harry wasn't there at all, strode up the walk and into the house, slamming the door behind him.
Harry rolled his eyes and waited for Draco.
Draco gestured with his hand. "After you."
Harry kissed him quickly and then walked up the path to the front door. He paused in front of it. "Remember," he said, "they're all complete idiots. Don't let anything they say get to you. I'm used to it. I know it might be hard for you, but hopefully they'll just ignore us for the most part."
Draco shook his head but followed Harry into the strange-looking house. He had never been in a Muggle house before and was not feeling optimistic about this one in particular.
Harry took a big breath and let it out slowly before opening the door. He walked in and he saw Aunt Petunia standing at the end of the hall, seemingly dusting, but Harry knew she was trying to get a look at the "one-armed freak" he was sure Uncle Vernon had told her about immediately. He ignored her completely, walked over and climbed right up the stairs. Dudley was standing in the doorway of his own room and his eyes widened.
"Hey, Big D," Harry said sarcastically as he walked down the hall.
Dudley narrowed his eyes and looked at Draco warily before taking a few steps back and snapping his door shut.
Harry snorted and pushed his own door open. "This is it," he said, walking inside.
Draco looked at the strange Muggles but didn't say anything. They were probably the least attractive people he had ever seen, and that was saying something, given the Death Eaters he knew. He was happy to reach the quiet of the room. It was small and didn't have much to make it worthy of any boasting.
Harry dropped their bag onto his bed and toed off his shoes. "Shut the door, yeah?" he asked Draco.
Draco shut the door and looked around, then sat on the bed and removed his own shoes.
"It's not much, but I don't really consider this home anyway," Harry said, shrugging. "Oh and, heh, sorry for in the car; I couldn't resist."
Draco smirked. "Yes, that was ... interesting. I suppose I will have to find a way to get you back for that one."
Harry laughed. "Thank Merlin we'll only be here one night. I really hope they ignore us. Especially Dudley. How do you like knowing that, at first, you reminded me of that blob that was out in the hallway?" he asked with another laugh.
Draco frowned. "Thanks. That makes me feel just great," he sneered. "I certainly don't see the resemblance."
Harry laughed again. "Not in looks," he said. "Putting aside the fact that he's my cousin, do you ever think I'd shag that?"
Draco made a face. "Not an image I want to contemplate."
Harry smiled. "Nor do I," he said, leaning on the door. "It'll be a tight squeeze tonight," he said, looking at his bed.
Draco huffed and pulled his wand out. "I can fix that."
Harry smiled widely. "Oh, yes. I forgot," he said as he watched Draco widen the bed. He leapt forward and pinned him down on it. "Too bad we can't fuck right now; not with them all awake, anyway."
Draco's breath sped up and he wiggled a bit under Harry. "Why not?" he gasped.
"Because what if they come up here? Dudley's right across the hall, and I'm sure dinner will be done soon ... if they even call us to eat," Harry said quietly, leaning forward to kiss Draco.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, kissing and licking at Harry's mouth. "And you aren't still turned on from your little fun in the car?"
"Maybe a bit," Harry said, nipping at Draco's mouth. He was still worked up from the car. "Maybe you could just suck me off real quick?" he asked, grinning.
"Gods, that sounds delicious," Draco gasped, reaching his hand down to feel the front of Harry's trousers.
Harry sucked in a breath. "Better be quick," he said, smirking. "They could come up at any time." He waggled his eyebrows.
Draco thought about locking the door but decided that Harry seemed to be as excited by the danger as anything else. He smiled and worked his way down to kneel beside Harry's waist and unfasten his jeans. The Muggle cloth was tight, especially with Harry's cock already hard.
Harry smirked and watched Draco from down his nose. He didn't say anything, didn't make a sound. He simply shifted around a bit as Draco messed with his trousers.
Almost growling with frustration, Draco finally used a combination of his fingers and his teeth to get Harry's jeans undone. He smiled when he was finally able to wrap his fingers around the length of Harry and lower his mouth over the soft head, licking and sucking.
Harry arched up, but still didn't make any noise. It was very hard to do as he was usually very vocal. Draco's mouth was so wet, and warm, and slick. He loved that slick tongue and the things Draco was able to do with it.
Draco tongued the head of Harry's cock and used his fingers to stroke it, slowly lowering his mouth and taking more and more of Harry's flesh into it.
Harry let out a very small, strangled sound and reached down to bury his hands in Draco's hair.
Draco took a deep breath and slid his throat down over Harry's cock, taking it deep and allowing his throat muscles to convulse around the head. Then he slid back up, gulping air and licking the underside of the shaft all the way to the crown.
Harry's hands clenched in Draco's hair and he squirmed, fighting with all he had to keep his mouth shut. Was this what Draco had felt like in the car? It felt so bloody good and perfect. Draco was so wonderful at giving head - amazingly wonderful.
Draco would have grinned, if his mouth hadn't been busy, at the feel of Harry quivering beneath him. He slid back down, taking him deep again. He repeated the move, timing it so he could breathe between. Whenever he brought his mouth up for a breath, he used his fingers to keep the pressure on Harry's cock.
"Draco," Harry hissed as quietly as he could, pulling the boy's hair now and throwing his head back. He thrust his hips up again, wanting more of Draco.
Draco sped up, bobbing his head, his lips curled over his teeth to keep him safe as he slid his mouth and tongue.
Harry looked down at Draco and felt his balls tighten. Draco's hair was mussed and his cheeks were slightly pink and his lips were deliciously reddened and stretched around Harry and, fuck, he was so gorgeous. Harry let out another choked sound. "Close," he whispered, nearly whimpering.
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed on him, knowing that would probably be enough to push him over. And then he sucked harder.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut and his whole body lurched as he came into Draco's mouth. His own mouth opened in a silent moan and his fingers clenched in Draco's hair again.
Draco swallowed, his throat working to take all of what Harry could give him, and he felt the rush of magic that always accompanied Harry's orgasm. It made him feel light-headed but it didn't slow him down. He sucked until Harry was finished and then licked at the softening flesh.
Harry lay limply on the bed, still twitching and gasping. He pulled Draco up his body by his hair and kissed him. He tasted himself in Draco's mouth and found that he didn't think it was disgusting. There was actually something quite erotic about it. Merlin, Harry thought, am I turned on by bloody everything?
Draco licked and kissed Harry, loving it. He was propped up on his good arm now and lying almost entirely on top of Harry. He was hard again, but that didn't surprise or worry him. Sometimes he thought he was always hard around Harry. Nothing and no one turned him on as completely as one look from Harry did.
Harry kissed Draco for a few minutes and then finally broke apart from him and smirked. "Anything you'd like me to do about your little problem?" he asked, feeling Draco hard against him.
Smirking, Draco glanced down. "Not so little nor much of a problem, but I would love to fuck you until you screamed so loud we scared theMuggles.”
Harry's breath sped up all over again. "What, right now?" he asked, eyes bright and a grin on his face.
"You asked." Draco smiled. "Did you have something better in mind?"
Harry's smile widened and he shook his head no. He lifted his head and caught Draco's lips. "Lube's in the bag," he whispered before licking a trail across Draco's jaw and chin.
Draco pushed off of Harry and rolled to the bag, fumbling a bit with the zipper. It was amazing how many things one usually used both hands to do. He found the lube and then stood up, struggling again to unfasten the jeans he was wearing. He pushed and pulled and got his clothes off. "Strip," he gasped at the still partially-clothed boy on the bed. He used his wand to shoot Silencing and Locking Charms at the door.
Harry was panting now and he could feel his cock starting to harden again already. He tore his clothes off quickly and lay down again on the bed amongst the pillows, waiting eagerly.
Draco gasped at the eager boy on the bed and scrambled back up, his own cock hard and leaking. He put the jar of lube between his damaged arm and his body, using both to hold it while he opened it with his remaining hand. Then he dipped those fingers in and coated them, setting the jar beside Harry on the bed.
"Mmm, fuck me, Draco," Harry whispered, watching Draco with half-lidded eyes. "Fuck me hard. It wasn't a very good thing for me to have done in the car."
Draco had just lubed his own cock when he shuddered, the compulsion hitting him. "Harry," he gasped, moving up and pressing into the other boy. "You ... ordered," he got out just before pushing into him - hard.
Harry really did scream. He hadn't been expecting that and hadn't even thought his words through. "Stop," he gasped, looking wide-eyed at Draco above him as sharp pain shot through his body.
Draco stopped, his cock buried inside Harry. He was still gasping and trembling. "I'm sorry," he said.
Harry shook his head, still panting. "No, it was my fault. I didn't think about it. It didn't hurt all that bad anyway, just scared me more than anything. It's all right."
Draco trembled, nodding. "Me too," he said shakily. "Should I pull out?" he asked, looking worried.
Harry frowned but then shook his head. "No, I'm all right. Keep going." He paused for a second before quickly adding, "Please."
Draco took a deep breath and held it for a moment, his eyes closed. He could feel his cock still enclosed in the tight heat of Harry's body. It had softened a bit but now he felt himself getting harder again.
Harry closed his eyes and willed himself to relax, taking deep breaths. It had hurt since he hadn't been expecting it, and he could feel more pain than there was usually, but he ignored it. Draco had certainly fucked him harder than that before.
Draco reached his hand to wrap around Harry's cock, gently stroking the pretty flesh there, feeling its softness beginning to harden again. He rocked back gently, pulling partially out and then back in again. He moaned quietly, thrusting softly and smoothly. He spread his own legs a little wider, changing the angle so that he could be sure to stroke Harry's prostate.
Harry smiled blissfully and arched, the pain being overridden by the pleasure. He'd never been so happy at the Dursleys' before. "Draco," he let out with a partial moan.
"Oh, Gods, Harry," Draco gasped, rocking his hips to fuck the other boy in smooth strokes, his fingers matching the rhythm. "I love this; I love you," he practically chanted. His whole world was centred in front of him, in the boy below him.
Harry threw his head back. "Mmmmm," he moaned, thrusting against Draco.
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco chanted still, his hips moving faster, he watched his own cock sliding in and out of Harry and he tightened his fingers around the other boy's cock.
"Fuck me, Draco!" Harry shouted now, face, neck and chest flushing as he said it. It wasn't a command, as Draco was already fucking him. "Fuck me!"
"Yes, yes, I love fucking you," Draco gasped, his hips working fast, the muscles in his arse clenching each time he thrust forward. It was harder doing this with one hand and not being able to grasp Harry's hip with the other. He was startled when he felt himself making a fist with his missing hand.
Harry was gasping and moaning loudly now, calling out Draco's name every few thrusts. "I'm going to come so fucking hard!" he cried. "Your cock belongs in me, Draco!”
Draco was moaning and rocking, using the muscles in his calves, thighs and hips, even his stomach. It was amazing the way other parts of him seemed to be able to shift to make up for the missing hand. It was hard work but it felt fucking amazing to be fucking Harry like this, listening to him scream and knowing he could do that to him. He could feel Harry's magic crackling and knew he was going to come soon. "Yes, Harry, come for me!" he growled.
"Draco!" Harry shouted before his orgasm exploded out of him, coating his stomach in white stripes of hot, sticky semen. It went on forever and rocked his entire body with white-hot pleasure. He continued thrusting up until every drop possible was milked from him and he was left panting and moaning, feeling like a pile of mush on the bed.
Harry's body convulsed under and around Draco and his magic surrounded them in the same way -- impossibly hot and tight. Draco nearly fell then, the room spinning. He was coming, his hips thrusting forward hard, his cock buried inside Harry. He felt held up only by the power of it all, and when it crested, his hand slipped from Harry's cock and he tried to catch himself with it and his other "hand" as he fell forward.
Harry grunted a bit as Draco fell onto him, but then he simply wrapped his arms around him and smiled. "You are the best shag in the entire world, and even though I've never done it with anyone else before, I'm still sure of it."
Draco chuckled weakly at Harry's declaration, unable to do anything but lay there panting and shuddering in his arms.
Harry kissed the top of Draco's head and sighed happily, waiting for Draco to gain his strength back.
Draco gasped, pulling out of Harry and putting one leg over the other boy's so he could slide in next to him, his head resting on Harry's shoulder and his damaged arm resting on Harry's waist.
Harry smiled, feeling comfortable and sated. "Well, we could just stay up here for a while," he said after a few minutes. "Or if you're hungry we could get something to eat, or we can do whatever you like. We could take a walk and get something to eat in town, too; we don't have to stay here. Whatever you like, just say the word."
"Mmm," Draco sighed. "I thought you had to stay in the house for twenty-four hours."
"I think I just have to technically be home here for twenty-four hours, but I suppose I should stay just to be safe." Harry sighed, not really wanting to have to stay with the Dursleys. "Anything you want to do here then?"
Draco chuckled. "I think we just did that." Then he rolled onto his back so he could free his trapped hand. "I don't know what else there is to do here. I have never been inside a Muggle house."
Harry shrugged. "Not much," he said. "We could go down and watch the telly, but to be honest, that's kind of boring, and the Dursleys would just glare at us the whole time. I'd offer to show you around the house, but they'd glare for that too. There isn't much here we can do without being glared at or just plain told no. Anything you're interested in seeing in a Muggle house? I'll show you despite the Dursleys' rudeness."
Draco rolled off the bed. "Only thing I think I need right now is the loo. Where is it?" He picked up his trousers, slipped them on, and tucked himself back in.
"The first door on your right down the hall," Harry said, watching Draco. "Want me to go with you?" he asked, not knowing if Draco felt comfortable enough to go anywhere by himself.
"I think I can manage the toilet." Draco rolled his eyes and took the Locking and Silencing charms off the door, walking out into the hall wearing only the jeans.
"You have to flip the little switch on the wall for the lights to come on!" Harry called after him, shaking his head before relaxing against the pillows again.
Draco found the room in question and closed the door. He tested the switch a few times, intrigued by the mechanism. Then he found the toilet. Most of the plumbing wasn't that different from that at Hogwarts. He looked at himself in the mirror and was amused by the marks from earlier that morning that were still adorning his chest and neck, though they had now turned dark.
Harry got out of bed and pulled his own jeans on. There was still come all over him, and he wiped it off with a corner of his bed sheet. He thought he heard a door open and close in the hallway, but he couldn't be sure and went about picking up the mess of clothes on the floor.
Draco opened the door and stopped, surprised to find a mountain of a Muggle standing there, blocking his way.
Dudley stared at Draco for a moment, taking in his debauched-looking state. His eyes widened a bit, but then he made a face. "Are you one of his freak friends from that school?" he asked rudely.
Draco couldn't help it. He drawled, "Are you as stupid as you look?" He tried to push past the boy who reminded him somewhat of Goyle.
Dudley got in Draco's way, glaring. "Why are you here? Why are my parents letting you stay here?"
Draco huffed. "Get out of my way," he sneered, "and what do I care about why your parents do anything?"
Harry definitely heard talking in the hall and he walked over to the door and pulled it open. He stepped out and was not pleased to see Dudley standing so close to Draco, and Draco looking like Malfoy.
"What exactly is going on?" he asked.
Dudley spun to face Harry and stared at his even more debauched state. "Who the hell is this freak? One of your kind? What's he doing here?"
"Why the bloody hell would I tell you anything about me or my friends?" Harry said, eyebrows raised.
Draco's hand clenched at his side. He had left his wand in the room. The Muggle was between him and Harry.
"Looks like he's more than a friend to me," Dudley spat.
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Once again, it's none of your business who he is or what he is to me."
Dudley let out a humourless laugh. "So you are a ponce then? God, I've known all along. Fucking disgusting piece of shit; wait till I tell dad."
"Get out of my way," Draco said coldly from behind him. He was shaking with rage. He couldn't believe the people Harry had to live with. He was about ten seconds from Summoning his wand and hexing this arsehole.
Dudley laughed again. "And what are you gonna do about it, you little fairy?" he asked Draco. "I know you can't use that thing and you certainly don't look up to fighting much." He turned back to Harry. "Figures you'd be a fag and still only be able to find one with one arm."
Draco Summoned his wand and it flew past both Harry and the Muggle, into his waiting hand. "Harry, what do you want me to do with him?" he asked coldly.
Harry was shaking and a million hexes he could tell Draco to use sprung up in his mind, but he knew that it wouldn't look good for Draco to have hexed aMuggle with his interrogation coming up. "Nothing," he said, voice shaking as much as his body. "Dudley, if you don't want Draco to use his wand, I suggest you move."
"He can't use it. He'd be kicked out of that school, too! I know how that works!" Dudley said, suddenly looking scared of Draco.
"He's seventeen, which means he can do whatever the bloody fuck he wants, and if you don't move right now, I'll let him use it."
"Don't move, arsehole, because I would love an excuse to hex your nuts off," Draco drawled, fingering his wand.
Dudley gasped, looking very scared now. "You're lying," he said, taking a step away from Draco, his hands seemingly confused about whether they should cover his bits or his arse.
"I assure you I'm not lying. Would you like to try it?" Harry said angrily.
"He really is as stupid as he looks," Draco drawled again. "I just called my wand to me using magic, you dolt, so I have already used magic in front of you. The only reason I haven't hexed you yet is that Harry seems determined to give you a chance. Me? I would rather see how loud you can scream." His voice was as cold and nasty as he could make it.
That was all it took and Dudley went tearing down the stairs, his hands over his bum the entire way down.
Harry closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, still unbelievably angry.
Draco watched the Muggle run and was still practically shaking with the urge to hex him. "I absolutely cannot believe you can be related to these arseholes," he said harshly. "Are you sure someone didn't lie to you about that?"
"I'm sure," Harry said, sighing. "The yell for me to get down there will happen in three ... two ... one ..."
"BOY! GET DOWN HERE NOW!"
Harry opened his eyes and looked at Draco.
Draco glared in the direction of the bellowing. "What now?" he asked.
"He'll yell at me, tell me to get out, change his mind, change it again, try to hit me over the head and then tell me to get out of his sight, or at least something similar to that. You can stay in my room if you want," Harry said, sighing again.
"Like hell I will." Draco frowned, his voice a harsh whisper. He Summoned their shirts and did Cleaning Charms on the two of them.
Harry took his shirt from Draco and slipped it on before taking a large breath and beginning to walk down the stairs. He stepped into the sitting room to see Uncle Vernon, predictably purple-faced and fumingly angry. Dudley was standing off to the side, still looking terrified, one hand over his front and one in the back.
"DID YOU DO YOU-KNOW-WHAT IN MY HOUSE???!!" Uncle Vernon bellowed. "IN MY HOUSE, ON MY SON?!"
Draco followed Harry, standing slightly behind and to his right. He was confused when the large Muggle started yelling.
Harry took another breath. "No, I did not and I didn't do anything to Dudley.”
"YOUR FREAK FRIEND HAS HIS THINGY OUT!" Uncle Vernon yelled, staring with popping eyes at Draco's wand.
Aunt Petunia came running in from the kitchen, looking scared. She let out a scream and ran to Dudley.
Draco snorted, trying not to laugh louder when the man referred to his wand as "his thingy".
Harry sighed. "Dudley was threatening us," he said, knowing before the words left his mouth that they would be useless.
Uncle Vernon swelled. "YOU DARE ACCUSE MY SON?!"
Aunt Petunia screamed again and hugged Dudley to her.
"THE DEAL WAS FOR YOU TO STAY HERE ONE NIGHT! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T USE YOU-KNOW-WHAT!"
Harry sighed and rubbed his forehead. "We didn't use magic."
All three Dursleys gasped.
Draco frowned, his hand on his wand tightening. He took a step forward, moving up nearly side-by-side with Harry.
"Don't you say that word, boy!" Uncle Vernon hissed.
Harry rolled his eyes slightly.
"Th- they said that they would h- he- hex me!" Dudley cried.
"Only because you were being an arse, as usual! You were threatening to fight us!" Harry said angrily, glaring at Dudley.
Dudley wailed and gave a very fake shiver. "He's gay, dad! He's gay with him!" he cried, pointing at Draco.
Uncle Vernon seemed to swell up even more. "WHAT?" he shouted.
Draco was shocked and appalled by the sheer stupidity of the Dursleys. He was torn between outrage and laughter, choosing absolute silence instead for the moment. He turned cold, empty grey eyes on them, his face impassive.
Harry raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.
"YOU BRING THAT INTO MY HOUSE?!" he screamed. "AS IF YOU AREN'T MESSED UP ENOUGH! NOW YOU'RE GOING TO TELL US THAT YOU'RE- THAT YOU'RE -!!" He couldn't even bring himself to say it.
Harry shrugged, looking passive, but his eyes were burning.
"OUT! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU DISGUSTING - YOU FREAK! GET OUT!"
"Harry?" Draco asked quietly, his wand still in hand. If anyone else had spoken to him like this, he would have hexed them already. But he didn't know what Harry wanted.
Harry placed a hand on Draco's shoulder and squeezed it. He couldn't let Draco hex the Dursleys, no matter how much he wanted him to. "I can't leave," he said calmly. "I'll be gone tomorrow, like I said. I won't even come back downstairs until I leave."
"YOU ARE GOING TO LEAVE THIS HOUSE RIGHT THIS SECOND!"
"Vernon, the neighbours," Aunt Petunia warned, still grasping Dudley.
Draco looked at the woman. "You are the one he is related to," he said, "not that." He waved a dismissive hand at Vernon. "You have no loyalty to your kin?"
Harry winced. Draco just didn't understand.
Aunt Petunia flushed and glared at the floor.
"DON'T YOU SPEAK TO MY WIFE!" Uncle Vernon yelled.
Draco sneered in disgust at the woman and completely ignored Vernon. He turned his attention back to Harry and waited.
Harry closed his eyes for a moment and then turned to his aunt. "I can't leave. Believe me, I want to, but I can't until tomorrow."
Uncle Vernon was still fuming.
Aunt Petunia still wouldn't look at Harry.
"You'll never see me again after tomorrow. Never. Just this one night and a bit of the day tomorrow and I'll be gone. What does it really matter if I'm here out of sight?"
"I won't have your filth in this house!" Uncle Vernon cried.
"Well, I can't leave!" Harry said heatedly.
"You can stay just the one night," Aunt Petunia spoke up suddenly. "Just the one night and then you're gone."
Harry was reminded of the night after the Dementors’ attack. Uncle Vernon spluttered.
Draco raised an eyebrow and looked again at Harry's aunt. He nodded when she finally spoke.
Harry sighed with relief and nodded too. "Do I have to stay here for the rest of this?" he asked.
Aunt Petunia gave him one glance. "Go to your room," she said.
That was all Harry needed and he turned as quickly as he could and bounded up the stairs.
Draco was startled by how fast Harry had turned and left. He gave one last disapproving look at the Dursleys and followed him to the room.