How to Save a Life

Draco woke early the next morning. He tumbled out of bed and smiled down at the sleeping forms of his boyfriend and best friend. He was tempted, momentarily, to wake them, but relented, smiling in anticipation of Harry’s reaction to finding himself snuggled up to Pansy.

He headed into his own room, took a quick shower, then dressed and made his way down to breakfast. His mother was already seated at the table when he arrived. They exchanged greetings but then fell into silence as they ate. Neither of them made a very good meal of it. Draco was nervous about seeing his father, and Narcissa was worried at how Draco would handle seeing his proud father, fallen so low.

“We must be leaving shortly,” Narcissa said, breaking the silence.

Draco raised his eyes to meet his mother’s steady gaze and simply nodded.

“There is no need to be nervous, Draco. Your father assures me that he is fully recovered from his illness now. And while Azkaban will never be a pleasant place, it is a hundred times better than it was the last time he was there. At least there are no Dementors to contend with.”

Draco nodded again. “I know,” he said tiredly. “It’s not that really, though I am a little apprehensive.

“Then what is it?” Narcissa slid her hand across the table and closed it round her son’s.

“Do you really think that Father will be ok when I tell him about Harry and me? If it is going to upset him, maybe I shouldn’t mention it. This is the first time I’ve seen him in six months, I don’t want to waste it by arguing.”

Narcissa smiled softly at her son and raised her hand to smooth away the frown that marred his face. “I can’t tell you exactly how your father will react, but I stand by my earlier views. Lucius is a very shrewd man. Even from behind the walls of Azkaban he will be able to appreciate the undeniable advantages this relationship will bring to our family name.”

Draco opened his mouth to protest, but Narcissa carried on regardless. “Yes, I know that isn’t the reason you are with Harry. But does it really matter why your father accepts the relationship, only that he does? Lucius has mellowed a great deal since the end of the war, but you are reaching a little too far if you expect him to embrace you and Harry based purely on romantic ideals. Your father will always look for an angle on any situation; fortunately he will not have to look far for this one.”

“So you think I should still tell him?” Draco persisted.

“I think you should do what your heart tells you is right. But if it were me? Yes, I would tell him. Now we must leave shortly, go say your goodbyes.”

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Harry woke up spooned tightly against a warm, soft body. As he tightened his grip on said body, he realised it was entirely too soft, and the feminine laugh that emanated from it simply confirmed his fear that it wasn’t Draco.

Harry’s cheeks flushed and he scooted away from Pansy, who had now rolled over to face him, grinning madly.

“Morning, Harry,” she chirped, entirely too lively for the time of day.

“Hi, um...sorry about that,” he mumbled uncomfortably.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Pansy dismissed his concerns blithely. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had a boy rutting against me whilst moaning his boyfriend’s name.”

Harry flushed a deeper red and squirmed. He opened his mouth but found that words had deserted him. Then he caught the teasing smile on Pansy’s face. “I didn’t?”

“No,” she smirked, “But I had you going for a moment.”

“I hate you,” Harry muttered darkly.

“Of course you do, sweetie,” Pansy replied, before leaning in and kissing him lightly. “Thanks for last night.”

A pointed cough came from the direction of the door at this point, and both friends turned to see Draco gazing at them, one eyebrow arched in question.

“Not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Actually, yes, you are. No go away and come back in ten minutes.”

Harry pulled away at Pansy’s words, a little fearful lest Draco think there was any truth in them.

“Relax, Harry, I like my men a little straighter than you are,” Pansy teased.

“Who are you kidding, fag-hag.”

Laughing, Pansy climbed out of bed and walked over to hug Draco quickly. “How are you feeling? Nervous?”

“A little,” the blond admitted reluctantly.

“You’ll be fine,” Pansy responded confidently. “Won’t he, Harry?”

“What? Oh yes, of course he will,” was Harry’s somewhat distracted reply.

Draco turned to his boyfriend. “I have to leave in a minute, come give me a hug to keep me going.”

When Harry shifted uneasily but remained firmly in the bed, Draco was more than a little confused.

“Harry,” he whined.

“Can’t you come over here?” Harry suggested weakly.

Grey eyes narrowed slightly at this. “You’d better not be naked under those covers, Potter.”

At this point in the conversation, Pansy burst out laughing and both boys turned to glare at her. When she had finally managed to control her glee, she turned to a scowling Draco. “He’s not naked under there. But unless I was much mistaken earlier, he is sporting a rather impressive erection. Nothing to do with me though, I assure you.”

“Of course not, Pansy. There’s only one of us inspires that kind of reaction in Harry and it’s certainly not you. And you,” he turned to fix a glare on the bed-ridden Gryffindor. “I don’t care if you’ve got a Basilisk down your pants, get out of that bed and hug me, damn it!”

Draco wore his most effective pout, and when his blonde hair fell into his eyes, he appeared to Harry to be a lost little boy. He realised that his boyfriend probably needed all the comfort he could get before seeing his father in that dismal place. Putting his embarrassment to one side, Harry slipped from under the covers and crossed to where Draco stood, all the while doing his best to ignore the erection that was still tenting his pyjama pants.

As he wrapped his arms around the blond boy, Harry heard a husky voice whisper in his ear. “Save that for later,” and Draco gave his hips a tiny thrust to illustrate what he meant, just in case Harry was in any doubt.

“Wish me luck?” Draco asked as they separated.

“You’ll be fine,” Harry answered automatically.

“I will be,” Draco agreed. “But I’m not so sure about Father.”

“I thought he was ok now,” Harry asked, confused.

“He is. But telling him about you and me might just bring on a relapse.”

“You’re going to tell him,” Harry spluttered. “But what if...”

“He’s my father and I want him to know how important you are to me.”

“But what if he tells,” Harry argued somewhat lamely.

“Who’s he going to tell, Harry? He’s not exactly popular with the Death Eater crowd since his deal with the Ministry. Even if he was, I somehow doubt that he would go bragging to them that his son is in love with Harry Potter.”

“But...” Harry began, and then the realisation of what Draco had just admitted hit him. “Wait a minute, did you mean that?”

“What?” Draco replied, panicking slightly. He had been hoping that Harry hadn’t noticed his slip.

“When you said that you...you know.”

“No, Harry, I don’t know,” Draco lied smoothly. “That’s Mother calling, I have to go.” Without further ado, he gave Harry a quick kiss and then promptly left before his boyfriend could formulate an appropriate response.

As the door slammed shut behind him, Harry flopped back onto the bed with a groan, hiding his face under a pillow.

“He did say that, didn’t he? You heard it too, right?”

“Hmm, what? Oh, yes, he definitely said it.” Pansy sounded a little distracted, so Harry peeked out from under his hiding place.

“Pansy,” he shrieked in outrage, realising the girl’s eyes were lingering on the lower half of his body. He quickly covered his stubborn erection with the pillow and glared at his friend.

“What?” she asked defensively. “I’m only human, Harry, and that is rather impressive. Draco’s a lucky boy.”

Wisely choosing not to respond to this, Harry chose another line of questioning instead.

“So do you think it’s true? I mean, maybe it was just a figure of speech and he didn’t really mean it.”

Pansy sank down onto the bed at the side of him with a sigh.

“Harry, anyone with eyes can tell that it’s true. Just like they can tell that you love him too.”

“I never said that,” Harry protested.

“No,” Pansy agreed, smiling. “But it’s written all over your face every time you think of him, or you’re near him. Merlin! Someone only has to mention his name and you light up brighter than the sun. Face it; you’re both as smitten as each other.”

Harry became that embarrassed during this speech that he was now torn between hiding his groin or his face with the pillow. Pansy seemed to sense his dilemma, as a pillow swiftly thwacked him in the face.

“Idiot,” she muttered affectionately.

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Harry spent the rest of the day in a state of persistent agitation. He tried his best to keep himself, and his mind, occupied with other things, but everything came back to those words that Draco had let slip.

Harry had known for some time just how much his boyfriend had come to mean to him. But for some reason, that he suspected was mainly fear, he had never allowed himself to dare hope that his feelings were reciprocated.

But now, Draco had made the first step, albeit accidentally, and Harry knew that he had to seize the opportunity and tell the blond just how he felt. To say that the prospect terrified him would be a gross understatement.

Fretting over this allowed Harry to avoid thinking too much about Lucius and his reaction when Draco told him of their relationship.

Whilst he accepted that Draco obviously knew his father better than he did, Harry couldn’t help but feel that he was expecting too much if he thought the elder Malfoy would, in any way, accept them being together.

Harry’s greatest fear was that Lucius would issue his son with some sort of ultimatum, forcing Draco to choose between his father and his boyfriend. A choice that he could never really win, because even if Draco did choose him, Harry knew he couldn’t stand to be the reason Draco lost his father.

So Harry kept busy, and drove Pansy to near distraction with his seemingly boundless energy. In the end, in sheer desperation, she had thrust a broom into his hand and shoved him out doors with strict instructions not to return until he could behave like a rational adult.

As it turned out, it was the best possible idea for Harry. For as soon as he took to the air he felt a weight lift off his shoulders, and it became just him, at one with the broom and the surrounding skies.

It was several hours later that a tired Harry returned to the Manor. His face flushed with exertion, he sank wearily onto the sofa in the sitting room and watched Pansy as she played happily with a pink-haired Teddy. Harry smiled to himself at the sight of the small boy’s hair; the bubblegum colour was so reminiscent of his mother.

Yawning widely, Harry closed his eyes for, what he thought would be, a few moments. However, the minutes stretched into hours and before he knew where he was, it was 5pm and he was being shaken awake gently by Narcissa.

He rubbed at his tired eyes. “You’re back? How long was I asleep?”

“About two hours, so Pansy informs me. I thought I’d wake you so you could wash up for dinner.”

“Where’s Draco?” He asked, green eyes scanning round the room without success.

“He went up to his room just after we returned,” Narcissa explained.

Harry stood quickly; he needed to see Draco so that they could sort things out. He had taken only a couple of steps when he felt Narcissa’s hand on his arm.

“Don’t go to him just yet, Harry. He needs to be alone for a while.”

“He’s ok, isn’t he?” Harry’s voice was tinged with concern.

“He’s fine,” Narcissa reassured him. “It was just very difficult for Draco to see his father in that place, and I’m not sure that he knows what to feel about it yet.”

Harry nodded in understanding. That certainly made sense.

“Just give him some time to compose himself,” Narcissa advised. “He’ll come to you when he’s ready.”

So as much as Harry longed to see his boyfriend, he stayed away. He gave Draco the space he needed and just prayed that he would come to him soon.

By the time dinner was over and still Draco hadn’t appeared, Harry’s heart was very heavy indeed. He couldn’t get rid of the sinking feeling that maybe Draco was avoiding him. Unable to fake good humour, that he didn’t feel, any longer, Harry said his goodnight’s and made his way up to bed. Hoping against hope that things would look better in the morning.

He paused outside his bedroom and cast a longing glance in the direction of Draco’s room. It took all of his self-control not to open that door and throw himself into his boyfriend’s arms. Instead, he opened the door to his room and reluctantly entered. As his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he made out a figure huddled on his bed. Heart in his mouth, Harry crossed the room and saw that it was Draco, curled up, fast asleep with dried tear tracks still visible on his sleep-flushed cheeks.

Not wanting to wake the sleeping blond, Harry toed off his shoes and climbed onto the bed next to him, one arm wrapping protectively round his slender waist. All his previous fears and worries disappeared, he had Draco and that was all he needed.

Harry watched the steady rise and fall of his boyfriend’s chest and it wasn’t long before he too was sleeping peacefully.

When he was woken this time, it wasn’t Narcissa, but Draco, who he found gazing down at him nervously. A fingertip gently traced the outline of his lips and Harry felt a shiver run through him at the touch, and at the intensity of Draco’s gaze.

“Harry,” he began uncertainly. “About what I said earlier, I didn’t...I mean, I do, but...”

“Shh, it’s ok,” Harry soothed, raising one hand to cup Draco’s cheek. “I love you too.”

Grey eyes became impossibly wide at this, and Draco’s smile lit the room brighter than any sun could have managed. If Harry had ever doubted that his boyfriend felt the same, well, he had his answer now.

“I’ve wanted to say it for ages,” Draco explained. “That wasn’t exactly the way I envisaged doing it though.”

“It doesn’t matter.” To prove his point, Harry slid his hand round to the back of his boyfriend’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss that was so sweet and tender, it made Draco’s chest ache.

“I love you,” Draco gasped in Harry’s ear, wrapping his arms tightly around the brunette. They held each other like that for a time, simply revelling in the closeness.

“How did it go with your father?” Harry didn’t want to ruin the mood but he had to know.

“Surprisingly well,” Draco admitted. “I mean, he won’t be dancing at our wedding any time soon, but he seemed to accept it. He wants me to be happy.”

“And I make you happy?”

“Yes, Mr. Potter, you certainly do. As it happens, I have several ideas of what we could do now to make me even happier.”

“Actually, so do I,” Harry answered brightly as he pulled away and climbed off the bed.

“I think I prefer mine,” Draco pouted as he watched Harry rifle through his trunk. “Mine all involved us being a lot closer that we currently are.”

Harry got up at this point and Draco spotted a small box in his hand. “Oh, a present! Is it for me?”

“As if you didn’t know already.”

Draco perched excitedly on the edge of the bed and Harry sat, straddling his lap, placing the box into outstretched, eager hands.

Harry chewed his lip nervously as he watched the blond fervently tearing the wrappings off and open the present.

Draco almost dropped his gift in surprise as he saw what it was. When he picked up the contents, he realised that he had not been hallucinating and that he really was holding a small glass vial of lubricant.

“Does this mean...?” He questioned, needing to make sure. His heart, and another part of his anatomy, leapt as Harry nodded.

“Are you sure?” Draco persisted.

“More sure than I’ve ever been about anything in my whole life. I love you, Dray, and I want you. I don’t think that the moment will get any more right than this.”

“I love you so much. You won’t regret this, I swear.” Draco’s fingers were already unbuttoning Harry’s shirt and sliding it off his broad shoulders.

“I certainly hope not,” Harry chuckled, his voice now thick with desire.

The two boys locked gazes, desire written over their faces. Draco licked his lips briefly and watched in satisfaction as Harry’s eyes followed the movement of his tongue. Unable to resist any longer, he lowered his head and sealed his mouth over Harry’s.

Harry felt the blonde’s tongue teasing along his bottom lip, begging entrance which was swiftly granted. They duelled for supremacy in a bruising kiss before Harry gave himself over totally to his boyfriend’s desire, submitting totally as Draco’s velvety tongue darted back and forth into his welcoming mouth in an imitation of acts yet to come.

Draco felt deft hands untucking his shirt from the confines of his trousers. He moaned into Harry’s mouth as fingers skimmed over his sensitive flesh, pausing only to pluck gently at his nipples.

Reluctantly ending their embrace, Draco eased Harry to his feet. He grinned up at his boyfriend wickedly as he began to slowly undo his trousers, sliding them down over narrow hips, until they were removed completely. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of Harry’s boxers and eased them down over his boyfriend’s erection, his mouth watering at the sight.

He trailed his fingertips over the skin of Harry’s inner thighs, revelling in the whimpering noises that escaped his boyfriend. Unable to resist any longer, he flicked out his tongue and gently lapped at the head of Harry’s leaking cock, tasting the bitter pre cum that pooled there. Teasing, he pulled back and blew softly on the, now wet, flesh, causing another whimper.

“Draco, please,” Harry begged, certain he would die if Draco didn’t touch him soon.

Needing no further invitation, Draco slid his hands round to cup Harry’s buttocks, before lowering his head and swiftly engulfing the brunette’s arousal. A guttural groan escaped Harry’s lips as he felt his boyfriend’s mouth enveloping his cock, and he couldn’t help but thrust further into the enticing heat.

Harry slid his hands down to twine in Draco’s hair, his fingers fisting in the silken strands. He allowed himself to look down, and almost came undone at the sight of his boyfriend’s rosy lips wrapped around his shaft, taking him in eagerly.

A soft keening noise escaped from Harry’s lips as he felt Draco take him in even deeper, almost swallowing him whole. “Shit, yes! So good,” he murmured whilst petting the blonde’s head.

“You like that, Harry?” Draco grinned cheekily up at him.

Harry nodded, “Please,” he begged.

“Oh don’t worry; I’m not done with you yet.” Draco’s hands stroked over the soft skin of Harry’s torso, trailing over his hip bones, skimming dangerously close to his erection, yet avoiding it completely.

“I think I want you on the bed,” the blonde mused, and Harry didn’t need telling twice. He scooted onto the bed, lying on his back, body half raised on his elbows.

He watched through heavy lidded eyes as his boyfriend quickly divested himself of his clothing. In the soft lighting, Draco’s pale skin seemed almost to glow, giving him an ethereal look. Though the look in his eyes, as he climbed onto the bed, was anything but that, it was almost animalistic in its intensity.

“Raise your legs,” he instructed huskily.

Harry obeyed instantly, pulling his legs up, feet flat on the bed, displaying his tight pink opening for his boyfriend’s pleasure. Draco licked his lips at the sight and it took all of his self control not to bury himself inside Harry there and then.

Instead, he knelt between his boyfriends legs and picked up the vial of lube. Pouring some of the oily substance over his hand, he reached down and began trailing a finger round Harry’s puckered opening. Harry pushed back against the finger, wanting to let Draco know he was ready.

As his finger breached the tight ring of muscle, Draco couldn’t tear his eyes of Harry’s face, eyelids fluttered shut, lips parted, and cheeks flush with arousal. He worked a second finger inside and began thrusting in earnest. Harry’s body greedily swallowed up his digits, sucking them deeper in.

The brunette arched off the bed and gasped loudly as Draco brushed against the small knot of pleasure deep inside him.

“Please, Dray,” he almost sobbed. “I need you inside me, now.”

Draco smiled down in satisfaction at the erotic picture his boyfriend made. He slid a third finger effortlessly inside Harry and brushed ruthlessly against his prostate, causing an overwhelming wave of sensations to course through the brunette’s body.

Harry squirmed down on the fingers buried deep inside him. It was a strange feeling, so full, but when Draco brushed against that spot, he thought he would explode. Then suddenly he felt empty, the fingers were withdrawn, and Harry whimpered his protest at the loss.

“Shh,” Draco soothed. “It’s about to get so much better.”

Harry’s eyes flew open at this and he watched as Draco slicked the oil over his own leaking erection, the sight was so erotic that his hand automatically went to his cock.

“Nuh uh,” Draco chastised, batting his hand away. “This is mine,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to the head of Harry’s erection.

Hooking his hands under Harry’s knees, Draco brought his legs up to rest on his shoulders. He slicked a generous amount of the lube around Harry’s hole, before lining his cock up at the glistening entrance.

“You’re sure about this?” He gasped.

Harry just nodded, unable to find the words to express just how sure he really was.

Draco began to push forward, groaning in pleasure at the tight heat of Harry’s channel enveloping his aching cock. He eased himself in slowly, watching his boyfriend’s face intently for any sign of discomfort.

“Fuck! You’re so tight,” he gasped as he finally buried all of his length within his boyfriend’s slick hole. Then he noticed that Harry was biting down on his bottom lip. “Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No,” Harry lied, shaking head. “Just give me a minute.”

Draco leant forward and captured his boyfriend’s lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue sweeping through the brunet’s mouth, and Harry found that any pain he had felt was now a clouded memory.

He slid his legs down to wrap tightly around Draco’s waist and gave a tiny thrust of his hips to let the blond know he was ready. Draco pulled halfway back out of Harry before plunging back in. The keening cry that escaped the brunet’s lips telling him that he had found the right angle.

The velvety tightness of Harry’s channel was overwhelming. His baser instincts, urging him to thrust faster and deeper, were too persistent to be ignored. He lowered his lips to Harry’s torso and began to nibble at the pink nubs of his fleshy nipples. The mewling cries that this elicited from the brunet’s lips went straight to Draco’s cock.

He reached between their bodies and wrapped his, still oiled, hand around Harry’s shaft, timing his strokes with the thrust of his cock into his boyfriend's arse. Harry’s hands fisted in the bed sheets, his knuckles almost white, his lips moving in an endless prayer for relief.

“God, Dray, feels so good. More, please,” he gasped breathlessly.

“Cum for me, Harry,” Draco groaned, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer himself. He sped up the thrusts of both his hand and his cock; his eyes locked on the lust filled green ones of his boyfriend.

Moments later, ropes of white cum spurted over Draco’s hand and both their bodies, as Harry screamed his release, Draco’s name on his lips.

The sight of his boyfriend’s orgasm, and the feel of his tight hole pulsing wildly around him, was enough to tip Draco over the edge. He gave a final few hard thrusts into Harry before he buried himself deeply and lowered his head to his boyfriend’s chest. He almost sobbed his release as his seed spurted deep inside Harry.

Draco collapsed on top of Harry, burying his face in the smooth curve of his neck, revelling in the spicy smell of sweat and sex that permeated the Gryffindor’s skin.

“Wow,” was all he could manage to say.

Harry chuckled tiredly. “I know what you mean. Why on earth did I wait so long to do that?”

“I don’t know, but we’re definitely going to do it again.”

They lay like that for several minutes, wrapped in each other’s embrace. Finally, Draco pulled away and reached over for his wand to cast a cleaning charm over them both. He tugged one of the blankets over them before crawling back into Harry’s arms and snuggling into his side. He looked up at Harry from where his head was pillowed on the brunette’s chest and found his boyfriend gazing back at him.

“I love you,” he murmured sleepily.

“I love you too,” Harry whispered, before tenderly brushing a lock of damp hair off the blonde’s forehead. “Now let’s get some sleep. You’ve worn me out.”

Draco giggled at this and lay his head back down on Harry, revelling in the feel of strong arms encircling him. Within moments both boys were asleep.

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