Night Flight

CHAPTER FOUR

Draco awoke slowly. He sat up and looked around. He remembered flashes of sex with Harry Potter, but there was no evidence it had actually happened. He sat up and suddenly rushed to the bathroom.

“I guess that’s my proof it wasn’t a dream,” he grumbled as he emptied himself of Harry’s seed.

After another minute, he stood up and looked in the mirror over the sink. There were hickeys all over his neck and chest, but what startled him the most were the two bloody puncture marks on his neck, and the other two on his nipple. He licked his lips and tasted blood on them, too.

“So…I wonder what the hell all of this means now. Strangely, I feel…I don’t know, refreshed, I think. Mmm…” he muttered to himself as he ran a hand through his hair. Sighing, he climbed into the shower and got ready for another day of classes that he was no longer interested in.

***

Harry smirked as Draco entered the Great Hall looking like a new man. The previous night, he had fucked the Slytherin into unconsciousness three separate times, and stayed until he felt Malfoy stirring to make sure he had no nightmares. So when Draco wandered in looking like he was made of money and class, Harry was glad.

***

Draco grumbled as he was paired with Potter for their Transfiguration lessons. Since the war had killed so many people, including most of the fifth, sixth, and seventh year students at Hogwarts, houses had classes together now. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were paired together, leaving the still occasionally dueling Gryffindors and Slytherins as classmates.

“How’d you sleep last night, Malfoy?” Harry said by way of greeting the Slytherin as he wandered to their table.

Draco didn’t look at him; he only shrugged. “It was okay, I guess. I woke up in a slightly compromising position and naked, though. Guess I had good dreams,” he said sarcastically. He had, in fact, awaken with his face in a pillow, his hand still partly wrapped around his cock, and covered in come.

Harry smirked and shrugged. “Sounds like it to me.”

Draco looked up at Harry suddenly. “Wait,” he said breathlessly. “I didn’t dream last night.” Harry raised his eyebrow, but before he could say anything, Draco said, “No nightmares or anything!”

Harry smiled and waved his wand at the bowl they were supposed to be transfiguring. It turned into a turtle and his smile grew. “Congratulations. I guess physical exhaustion would pretty much void any chance of dreaming, huh?”

Draco blushed and looked at the turtle with sudden interest. “Uh, so, it’s Friday,” he said nervously.

Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at him. “So?”

“So, um,” Malfoy stammered.

“So, um?”

“Uh, I was wondering if…” Draco started. He couldn’t seem to look at Harry no matter how hard he tried.

Harry leaned forward and asked, “You were wondering if I’d pound you into your mattress again?”

Draco choked and blushed furiously as their professor walked up behind them and commented on the turtle. As she walked off, Draco looked up at her and saw the back of her neck flaming.

She heard. Great. He dropped his head to the desk.

“Yeah…that.”

***

Harry met Draco outside the Room of Requirement after dinner. Malfoy was already inside, and the door was already there, waiting for him. He opened it and walked in like he owned the place.

He saw Draco sitting in front of a fireplace, staring as flames licked at the logs. Making no sound at all, Harry crept up behind Draco and grabbed him. Draco screamed and whirled around. As he was getting ready to yell at Harry for scaring him, Harry crushed his lips against the blond’s.

Harry pulled Draco with him and once he reached the bed, he pushed Malfoy onto it. He nuzzled the blond’s neck and listened to the quickening pulse. “Mm, Draco, did you enjoy last night?”

Draco looked down into the green eyes staring up at him and shrugged. “I don’t really remember clearly what happened after the first round; did I pass out or something?”

Harry snickered and nodded. “Three times, Malfoy; you want me to try for four tonight?” Harry grinned as he felt Draco’s cock stiffening. “I told you; I have forever to try to cheer you up.”

Draco pushed Harry off him and looked at him oddly. “Why would you even want to bother trying to cheer me up?”

“I want to see the kind of person you are without your father ordering you around,” Harry said as he pulled his own clothing off. “You’re drop dead sexy, and believe me, if I could drop dead, I would. And you drive me crazy – you’re the only one who can get me to feel anymore. All Ron does is bitch about Hermione, and to tell the truth, it’s quite bothersome. Especially,” he said as he glanced down at his cock jutting out from his black curls. “When I have this little monster to take care of…Ron is the most annoying, then. I just need to get away from him; away from the responsibility of taking care of him, of taking care of the wizarding world. I’ve had enough of it. Now, I want to take care of you. I only want you.”

Draco eyed Harry’s cock hungrily as he pulled his shirt over his head. He shimmied out of his pants and was about to open his mouth to ask Harry another question when Harry moved quickly again, and was suddenly lapping at his cock. Draco tensed as Harry licked at the pre-cum. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the pillows when he felt Harry bite into his thigh. He screamed and tried to pull the mouth away. “Potter, it’s tender right there!” he shouted.

Harry laughed and kept sucking at the blood. He ran his hand up Draco’s leg and grabbed his cock. Draco’s shouts immediately stopped as he choked and shivered. Harry pumped his hand up and down the cock – hard, fast, mercilessly – as he sucked the sweet blood out of Draco’s thigh.

Draco cried out and pumped his hips into Harry’s fist. He could hardly see. If he had any doubts about what Harry said earlier about passing out, he didn’t anymore; he felt like he could faint at any moment from the pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, Potter!” he cried as he came just moments later. “Mother fucker,” he breathed, “I just came in like…a bloody minute.” He gulped in air as he closed his eyes.

Harry ripped into his wrist again, pressing it to Draco’s mouth. He leaned over and nipped at his earlobe while Draco sucked on his wrist. “The vampire’s blood makes you able to go as long as you’d like, love,” he purred softly.

Draco stared up into green eyes as he hungrily drank Potter’s blood. He moaned and shut his eyes, blocking out the sight of his own blood dripping from Harry’s mouth, focusing instead on letting the warm liquid still slide down his throat. “No!” he whined a few minutes later, reaching out for Harry’s arm when he took it away from his mouth. He pouted, wanting more of the delicious nectar.

“No, that’s all,” Harry smirked down at the blond and straddled him. He nipped and licked at Draco’s neck, feeling the blond melt at all the attention. “Mm, Malfoy, I can smell your blood from here,” he purred quietly as he lapped at the skin just over Draco’s jugular. He tore his mouth away from the neck, somewhat unwillingly, and planted his lips on Draco’s, forcing the blond’s lips open as he nipped and sucked at the tongue inside the Slytherin’s mouth. He felt Draco’s hands come up around his shoulders as he continued his ministrations.

Harry moved his mouth back to Draco’s jugular and whined quietly. He wanted to bite Draco so badly, but he knew he shouldn’t. He settled with kissing down the blond’s thin chest. Even though he had seen Malfoy naked just the night before, he was still startled at how skinny the heir had gotten. ’Well, I guess he’s not an heir anymore…he’s Lord Malfoy now; hmm…’

Harry licked at Draco’s nipples and ran his hand underneath Draco, lifting him off the bed slightly as he tugged on a nipple. Draco moaned and tried to thrust his hips up to meet Harry’s, but Harry held him down. Potter kept on with his diligent attention to every one of Malfoy’s hot spots, and soon enough, the blond was screaming Harry’s name again.