You

Story: You

Chapter: Four, I Need You

Rating: NC-17 in this chapter

Author: gorgeousbowneyes

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter in any way, shape or form, I’m just using JK Rowling’s characters for my own entertainment and no copyright was intended.

Summary: It’s their seventh year at Hogwarts. Harry’s been avoiding Draco, and Draco wants his attention back. He does something Harry never expected. Meanwhile Ron’s busily planning a party, it’s destined to be the best Hogwarts has seen since the Marauders walked its halls. All the seventh years are in invited. Will Draco ever get what he wants?

AN: At the end.

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You

Chapter Four: I Need You

“I want you so bad...”

Harry moaned at the husky sound of desire in Draco’s voice. His body was responding in ways he would have never thought possible to the sound of his voice. His lips were claimed by the blonde once more in a needy kiss, their tongues seeking each other and moving to a desperate dance of want, need and desire.

So intent on their kissing, Harry jumped slightly when he felt Draco’s cold hands touching the warmth of his bare chest, teasing him from under his shirt. He moaned as he felt the hands moving up the panes of his stomach to his nipples, where Draco’s very talented hands paused to pinch and tweak and tease the bud. Harry unsuccessfully tried to restrain a moan, but the feel of Draco’s hands on him was just too much.

Draco smirked into their kiss and continued to rub Harry’s chest. He grew agitated at the annoying fabric that was Harry’s shirt, as it was restricting how much skin he could get access too, so he hastily broke the kiss and ripped the shirt up and off in one swift movement. He paused for a moment to admire his soon to be lover half naked. Then he plunged back to Harry’s lips, plundering them with his tongue and rubbing his still fully clothed chest against Harry’s now bare one.

Harry reached up around Draco’s neck and tangled his hands into said blonde’s hair. Their proximity was making Harry needy for more, and he soon had divested Draco of his shirt as well, and was starting to work on the belt to his pants.

Draco, realising that Harry was stripping him, pulled them off the wall and led them through a door that connected the living room to the bedroom and closed the door with his foot, not once breaking the kiss. Harry was still fumbling with the buttons and zips of his pants, so Draco pushed his hands out of the way and swiftly undid them himself, tugging them off. He pushed Harry backwards onto the bed, and moved his mouth from Harry’s, starting to like and kiss his way down his neck. He was also attacking the fly of Harry’s pants and the same time, and eventually they were both down to just their boxers. Harry shuffled up the bed so that he was now lying on it properly, and Draco once more started his onslaught down his chest. He was teasing and licking and sucking a path all over his chest, roaming to Harry’s nipples, which he took particular interest in, lingering there more than other areas. He made his way further and further down his dark haired lover’s body, until he reached the top of his boxers. He grimaced at the typical show of the Gryffindor colours, Harry’s boxers being a burgundy red.

Harry gasped as he felt Draco’s hand trace a line over the skin that was right above the edge of his boxers. He was trembling as that hand slipping under the waistband and continued to stroke the skin, constantly teasing him. He felt himself get harder, if that was even possible. Suddenly that hand was gone from his skin, but just as fast it returned, this time with its partner to divest him of his boxers and with one swift movement, he was lying naked on the bed, Draco looking on with lust clouding his eyes.

Draco’s pale hands stroked Harry’s hipbones softly, moving up further to his waist, the back down again to his thighs, slowly drawing his nails over the soft skin. His hands moved to the inside of Harry’s thighs and he noticed that his lover was trembling beneath his touch. Clarity finally came to his mind, his alcohol induced lust cleared for a moment at the sight of the beauty lying beneath him.

“Do you really want this?” Draco said huskily.

Harry’s eyes snapped open, not even realising they had been shut. Draco was still tracing up and down his thighs and over his hip bones, but he was seated upright and looking down on him. “What?” was all he managed to gasp out.

“I just don’t want you to regret this in the morning.”

“Who cares if I regret it??” Harry demanded, frustrated. “Right now I’m achingly hard, your hands are driving me crazy and I want...” he paused. “No, I need you. Right now.”

Draco grinned; he didn’t need any more affirmation that this was what Harry really wanted. He bent his head and captured the head of Harry’s throbbing member, which was obviously begging for attention, and sucked softly. Harry dropped backwards on the bed, lost in the sensations Draco was causing him to feel. He moaned as Draco took more of him into his mouth, swallowing as much as he could handle.

Draco was licking and swirling around his member, stroking the parts he couldn’t quite reach with his hands. The sounds Harry was making were starting to frustrate him though, and he released Harry’s prick and moved back up the bed to lie fully on Harry and kiss him deeply.

Feeling the loss of touch on his nether regions, Harry opened his eyes to see Draco making his way back up his body again, before he was captured in a lip locking kiss. He felt the rub of silk against his overly stimulated dick and realised that Draco was still wearing his boxers, and endeavoured to change that. He hooked his leg around Draco’s and with a quick movement, flipped them over so that he was now on top. He repeated Draco’s actions from previously, licking his way down the blonde’s chest, but he was more rushed, less happy to take his time, and as he moved his way down Draco’s chest, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the boxers (which were a horrid green, some part of Harry’s mind registered) and pulled them off.

Harry finally had the blonde naked and under him. Now that the tables had turned, Harry made his way down the blonde’s body, and licked and nibbled as much of the skin as possible.

He started stroking Draco’s hard cock with his hands as he sucked on a nipple, making the blonde jerk his hips up beneath him. His hand moved over the slit, where pre-cum was leaking and he moved his hand back down the length once more, starting to pump him at a quicker pace. Draco moaned in a strangled voice, and reached a hand down to guide Harry’s face back to his to claim a kiss.

While Harry was sufficiently distracted, Draco flipped them back over once more, moving back down Harry’s body to stroke his dick and balls with his hands. He then lifted Harry’s legs up and Harry took the hint and grabbed hold of his knees. Draco brushed his hand over the patch of sensitive skin, before stroking his entrance. Harry let out a small whimper. Draco scrambled quickly over the edge of the bed, in search of his pants which held his wand. He found it and summoned some lube from somewhere in the living room. He coated his fingers in it and Harry’s entrance, which made the dark haired boy gasp. Draco moved forward and touched a finger to Harry, and slowly pushed inside. He met quite a lot of resistance.

“Harry...” he said, unsure. “You’ve got to relax.”

“I’m trying,” he said, voice weak and a hint of pain to it.

“Harry...please tell me you’ve done this before...?”

He was met with silence. Shit. Potter was a fucking virgin. He removed the half seated finger, and moved back up Harry’s body so that he was face to face with him.

“Harry. Listen to me, OK?”

Harry nodded, and Draco noticed his eyes were slightly watery.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Now I know that we’ve moved fast, but we’ve known each other for seven years, even though we weren’t very close for most of it. We’ve fought a hell of a lot, but I really do think that it was only because we were masking something else. It’s like the little kids in the playground. The little boy picks on the little girl because he likes her kind of thing?

“And even though we’ve moved fast, I do love you. If you want to wait that’s fine, I’ll wait for you, but I need you. You’re in my system now, and I don’t think I’ll be able to go even a day without kissing you.”

Harry reached up and kissed the blonde who was pouring his heart out to him. It was a sweet and tender kiss, unlike the rushed and lust-filled ones they had shared before. When they broke away, Harry looked up into the steel grey that could almost pass for blue eyes, and knew that he was telling the truth.

“I’m ready,” he whispered. “I need you just as much, and I want you to be the one to share my first time.”

“You sure?” Draco looked at him. He was shivering beneath Draco, and the blonde knew he was scared. “Not just the booze or the hormones talking?”

Harry laughed, “No, definitely not. I want this.”

“Well OK then,” Draco said, moving back off of his body. “They say it hurts less if you’re on your stomach – ”

“I want be able to see your face,” Harry said, cutting him off.

Draco smiled and kissed him again, lingering quite a while, hoping to relax Harry just a bit more. He moved back down the end of the bed and moved Harry’s legs up and over his shoulders. He found the lube again, slicking his fingers as much as possible, he wanted this to be as painless for Harry as possible. He spread more over Harry’s entrance, which made the boy jump at the touch.

“Shhh, just relax remember.” Draco reached up and stroked Harry’s prick to get his focus on another sensation. He felt him relaxing more at the strokes he was administering, and pushed a single digit into Harry. Immediately he clamped down on Draco, and then tried to relax again. Draco moved slowly, moving in and out with the single finger, stretching him as much as possible, before adding another. He heard Harry gasp, and knew it must be hurting a bit.

Harry had his eyes firmly shut as he felt a third finger breach him, but he was relaxing into the touch a lot more now. He was starting to push back onto the fingers inside him, and was wanting a lot more. He moaned, this time in pleasure.

Draco sensed Harry was as prepared as he could be, so he removed the fingers and took up the lube once more. He spread it over his own aching prick, then guided the head to Harry’s entrance. He felt Harry stiffen and his breath hitch.

“Relax. It will hurt more if you tense up like this. We can still stop if you want to, at any time, you know that right?”

Harry nodded his understanding. “Just do it,” he managed to get out.

Without any more hesitation, Draco pushed into the man he loved for the first time. He saw Harry’s hands fist into the sheets and a pained look on his face.

“You OK?” Draco asked, now fully up to his balls inside Harry.

Harry nodded.

Draco slowly moved outwards again, and then pushed back into Harry. Soon Harry was feeling less pain and more pleasure and he was writhing beneath his lover. He was pushing his hips back to meet Draco’s thrusts in a gentle rhythm. Suddenly Draco hit a spot inside him that made him see stars and pleasure so great he was gasping for air. Each and every thrust after that, Draco managed to hit the same spot and all Harry could feel was pleasure.

Harry was moaning Draco’s name and Draco knew they both wouldn’t last out much longer. He bent over and captured Harry’s lips in a fierce kiss, speeding up the pace a bit and soon he felt Harry’s body clamp down around him as he was lost into pleasure, the kiss having sent him over the edge into wave upon wave of his climax. Draco came shortly after, the feeling of Harry’s orgasm bringing on his own. He collapsed onto Harry and they lay there for what seemed like hours, content to hold each other as the last of the orgasms left their bodies and then to enjoy the content feeling that was the after glow

“Draco?” Harry asked tentatively.

“Hmmm?” Draco was nearly drifting off to sleep.

“This was the best first time I could have ever dreamed of.”

“Glad you liked it.” They kissed a short, chaste kiss, and then Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and they fell asleep, totally dead to the world, but very much in love.

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“I can’t believe he left with that git!” Ron exclaimed as he stormed into the Gryffindor seventh year’s dormitory, Hermione following closely behind. Everyone else was still down at the party, but Ron was no longer in a partying mood after his altercation with Harry and Malfoy. So they had retreated to Ron’s bedroom. He launched himself onto his bed and put a hand over his face.

“I mean, it’s Malfoy! Ferret-face! Our arch-nemesis since our first day at Hogwarts! And now he’s off...Well who knows what they are doing!” Ron shuddered at the thought.

“Ronald Bilious Weasley! This is Harry’s choice, and we should be supporting him in it, like he has with us!”

Completely ignoring what Hermione just said, Ron continued on in his rant. “I mean come on! Malfoy?!?!?! I wouldn’t mind if it was Ginny, honestly, maybe he thought I would so that’s why he’s avoided her.”

“Ron! Didn’t you hear him down there? Ginny is not the right gender for him!”

“OK, OK, so he’s gay I get it. But Malfoy???? I wouldn’t mind so much if it was someone else, say like Seamus. Wait maybe not Seamus.” Seamus the school isexual slut who fucked anything that moved at least once, and then moved on.

“Ron! Stop ranting and listen to me,” Hermione demanded.

Ron looked up.

“Right. Now I’ve got your attention. Harry was happy with Malfoy. Didn’t you see that? He was carefree and happy and looked like he was having a good time. Wasn’t that the whole idea of this party? To relax and have a good time? And now you’re begrudging Harry that, just because it’s with Malfoy??”

“I...”

“And what’s more, you had to go and ruin their time because they left the common room immediately after your argument. If you were so worried about them being together you could have watched them from afar in the common room party, but now they’ve left and we can’t do a thing about it.

“So tomorrow, or tonight, or whenever Harry gets back, you are going to apologise! As it is Harry is probably under enough pressure, considering he’s now come out to most of our year that he’s gay by kissing Malfoy, so he’s going to need all the support he can get! And what do you do? Argue with him about it!!” She shook her head. “You really are blind and useless sometimes Ron.”

“OK, I’ll apologise. I did kind of lose it back there. But I’m still trying to get around my hatred for Malfoy. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to be nice to him. Why can’t Harry be with Charlie if he’s gay then? Someone nice, preferably someone in my family to keep Mum happy, she always wanted Harry to be an official member of our family.”

“I’m sure Harry would have wanted to be an official member too, if there was someone in the Weasley family he could truly love. But we can’t force him to love someone just because we want him in the family,” Hermione said, moving to sit next to Ron on his bed. Ron wrapped his arms around her waist, while she leaned her head on his shoulder. “Besides, even though Charlie’s gay, what’s to say he doesn’t already have a lover? You hardly ever see him. Harry might not even be his type, so don’t go volunteering your siblings to anyone, OK?”

Ron laughed. “OK.”

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Harry woke at about 2am in the morning, wrapped in Draco's arms. He remembered what they had done earlier that evening and grinned madly at the thought that he was no longer a virgin. He then realised they were both very sticky from the bodily fluids that had escaped them during their worshipping of each other’s bodies. He went to get up and find his wand to clean up, but as he moved, Draco clung tighter around his waist.

“Shhh, let go, I’m just getting my wand,” he whispered to his lover, who unconsciously had gripped him tighter, and also let him go at his words.

He crawled to the edge of the bed, searched the floor for his pants, found them, and extricated his wand. He cast several cleaning spells over both of them and the bed, but didn’t immediately return to the warmth of his lover’s arms. He glanced at his pants and stood to find his boxers. He couldn’t find them so put them down to a lost cause and wriggled into his pants without them. He padded to the door, knowing his shirt was in the living room, but stopped as his hand rested on the door knob. He looked over his shoulder to see Draco sitting up in bed looking at him.

“Where are you going?” Draco demanded, noticing that he was half dressed and at the door.

“To get my shirt.”

“But where after that?”

“Back to Gryffindor tower.”

“Why?”

Harry sighed. “Because I can’t stay the whole night in here. What if McGonagall comes to my dorm to check on everyone, or what if Dumbledore needs me and can’t find me in the night? I have to go, as much as I don’t want to.”

“But, I need you to stay. I love you. We just made love for the first time and your walking away?”

“It’s not forever Draco! Hell, it’s not even for the whole day! But I do have to go. The rules say -”

“Stuff the rules Harry! We’ve already broken enough of them just doing what we did tonight! Breaking a few more won’t hurt.”

Harry sighed again. “I want to stay I really do. But I know that I have to go. If something happens while I’m gone with Voldemort...”

Draco looked away. “Fine. Go.”

“Draco...Don’t be like that.”

“Harry, I love you and I need you to stay. Yes I’ve had sex before but this was the most emotionally charged time I’ve ever had and if you leave now it would ruin that for me. And it was your first time, you can’t tell me that you don’t want to stay. Screw Voldemort and for once be selfish and stay with me.”

Harry looked to the door and back to his emotional lover, who was gorgeously sitting upright in bed, his hair mussed from their activities and from sleep, the white bed sheet barely covering his nakedness and he couldn’t resist. He walked back over to the bed and sat down.

“OK, you win. I’ll stay the night.”

Draco pulled him towards himself and kissed him thoroughly. “Thank you,” he said after they broke apart. Pulling off his pants, Harry got back into bed and rolled on his side, Draco spooning up behind him, holding him close.

They fell back to sleep, content.

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AN: Sorry for the wait on this chapter! I was trying to finish off the last chapter before I posted so you wouldn't have to wait too long for the end, but as of now it's half done, so hopefully that will equal out to only a short wait for more. This also didn't turn out quite as expected for me when I was writing it. I had intended for the sex to be just sex, but Harry decided to reveal he was in fact a virgin, lol. As I was re-reading this, the 'gender' roles are really interesting. It's like they can't decide who's more the bottom, because Harry was actually the bottom in their sex, but in personalities, Harry is like the avoiding one, the one to get up and leave, while Draco is a little bit sissy with his I love you's all over the place. lol I don't know if anyone picked up on that but I was musing about it so I thought I'd tell you all my thoughts on it. Anyways. Please review, and thank you so so so much to everyone else who reviewed!! I love you all heaps!