Unlikely Beginnings

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Chapter Forty Six


It was the middle of the night when Severus rolled over in his bed onto his
back, absently scratching at his arm. He frowned in sleesleep, unable to
stop scratching, pulling at the skin. Suddenly, he stilled and his frown
deepened before he even opened his eyes to see where he was scratching. It
was his Dark Mark. He sighed, knowing he would never be able to get back to
sleep, whether or not he had to go to a meeting now or if he was having an
agitated dream about slicing a chunk of his skin off to rid himself of the
poisoned tattoo. That would be no use, and he knew it; it was more than skin
deep.

Flipping the covers off himself, Snape stood up from the bed and reached for
his boots. There was no use in removing clothing to get into bed here; it\'d
be freezing cold, and, in times just as this, he could be called at any time
of day, or night, as it were. It was dark in the room, and he reached for
his wand and after a muttered spell, he could now see to lace his boots. He
didn\'t particularly need the light to do it, and he knew he was taking
entirely too much time about this, since the mark on his arm kept bng, ng,
urging him to meet his master.

When he was ready, he gripped his wand in his hand as he left his room and
made his way down the halls with only the light from the tip of his wand.
Only one shifting wall before he found the room he was in search of, and he
knocked on the door. It opened a moment later, and Severus stepped through.
He wasn\'t surprised to see no other Death Eaters than himself, but he did
have to wonder if the Dark Lord kept Lucius up twenty four hours at his
disposal, as the blonde was sitting across from Voldemort, waiting for him
as well. He looked smug, but a bit tired as he rose from his chair and
inclined his head to look at Snape.

Voldemort raised a hand and gestured for Snape to come closer, and with a
small flick of his wand, the door was shut and Severus had made his way
across the room to stand before the Dark Lord. Voldemort stood slowly, and
made a sweeping gesture with his eyes before they settled on S\'s \'s own and
stayed there. They were about the same height, Voldemort a slight bit
taller, and he stood in front of Snape, silent for a moment before he began.
\"You did not wish to come here,\" Voldemort whispered to him, yet it was
still loud enough for the other occupant of the room to hear.

Snape looked warily at the man, and raised an eyebrow as he spoke, \"No, I
was rather enjoying a game of chess with Macnair, or would have been if he
didn\'t keep cheating.\" Voldemort stared back into his Potions master\'s eyes,
and Snape forced himself not to flinch at the subtle invasion into his mind,
searching his thoughts once again. He\'d known Voldemort had gone looking
earlier, but this time he was going towards something specific.

\"Do not lie to me, Severus,\" he said, and Snape knew that he was calling his
bluff; he\'d seen something. \"You did not want to leave Hogwarts,\" he
whispered again, and then pushed further, and Snape could feel it in his
mind, pulling thoughts forward that he\'d rather have dribbled out his ear
than let Voldemort see them, \"but you had to,\" he continued, still pulling
on the threads of thought.

\"No, I didn\'t want to leave,\" Snape said, voice low and clearly starting to
become angry. The more he stated things that were well known, the longer it
would take to reach the thoughts that he wanted kept secret. \"There are
classes being held, and Aurors routinely search the school. Why would a
teacher of a mandatory class leave unexpectedly for no clearly documented
reason?\" The edge of Voldemort\'s lip began to rise, forming a satisfied
smirk. Snape was clearly not trying to rein in his frustration any longer,
and for that, it would be his undoing, as Voldemort broke out into a full
smile, albeit a cruel one.

Snape knew then that he\'d left a clear trail in his mind to exactly where
Voldemort wanted to be, and he would have cursed himself for it. \"You cannot
hide it, Severus; I know he\'s coming.\" Voldemort took a slow step forwards,
making Snape step back, no matter how much he didn\'t want to. He stared back
into the eyes of the Dark Lord, and he pushed as hard as he could to stop
the other man from prying into his mind even further, his past thoughts, and
his concerns for the boys. Voldemort closed his eyes, easing the mental
contact between the two of them, but he still kept pushing forward.

He saw clips of what Severus was trying to hide, trying to repress and not
leave a larger trail towards them in his mind, but he saw it regardless. He
followed the twisting path of linked thoughts to what he sought. For
whatever training and mastery of these skills Snape possessed, Voldemort was
more powerful, beyond a doubt. Still with his eyes closed, Voldemort spoke
with amusement in his deep tone, \"You\'ve led hi his his death, Snape, aren\'t
you proud of that?\"

Snape didn\'t respond, but narrowed his eyes and tried to focus. Voldemort
didn\'t know he was still betraying his purposes, and no matter how hard he
tried to get rid of the information about Potter, he could at least try to
hide his allegiance. For as deep as Voldemort had pressed, he was sure to
know Potter was on his way straight to the castle; but how? He could sense
the question being forced into his own mind, calling out to the answer like
a beacon, wanting to coax the answer out.

Voldemort opened his eyes, and looked back at Snape. He knew he would see
Draco, but would he be able to piece the two things together? While Lucius
stood right behind him, wand at the ready, it wouldn\'t be too far of a leap,
not any uncommon thought to have an image of the man\'s son go through his
mind. To be honest, many of the Death Eaters had been caught staring
hungrily after the young blonde when in attendance at Lucius\' home, and
sometimes simply by looking at Lucius himself, and knowing all about his
pretty son.

When Snape\'s back hit cold stone, he knew something was wrong. He knew he\'d
not managed to hide his thoughts, and the pressure was broken, and he felt
the Dark Lord review all of his thoughts on the matter, retracing his steps
to leave Snape\'s mind. Voldemort saw Draco clearly now, and his smile
returned, as his fingers closed around the front of Severus\' throat,
pressing and holding him against the wall in his strong grip. Snape opened
his eyes he hadn\'t realized he\'d shut against the pain and intrusion and
looked back at him, with his face now blank; he had nothing left to hide.

He was unprepared for a quick slap to the side of his face, and his
automatic reaction was to bring his palm up to his cheek, clutching his hand
over the lingering burning sensation the harsh contact had left. \"Lord,
please, I would never have kept it from you,\" he pleaded, knowing he would
never let himself live it down. Snape promised himself many years ago he\'d
not do this again, and he\'d rather cut his own throat out, even as he
blatantly lied to the man before him. \"I would have told you.\"

\"When, Severus?\" he asked, leaning his face in close to Snape\'s. \"When?\" He
tightened the grip over the pale flesh under his fingers, and felt Snape\'s
Adam\'s apple working behind as he swallowed. Voldemort knew he could never
get another person inside of Hogwarts; not someone as trusted as this
traitor before him, and he sneered. It had many times occurred to him that
Severus worked as a double agent, but to whose side he truly belonged he was
yet unsure of. Nothing of that was unheard of to him, and Snape was as much
on Voldemort\'s side as he was on Dumbledore\'s, or was he?

He knew very well that Pettigrew would desert him and run back to that old
fool if it looked like Voldemort was going to lose the war in the end. The
question was, would Dumbledore accept his return, or would he kill the poor
rat? It was logical to assume one would have to play the part, as Snape did
so perfectly. Dumbledore would be much too smart to allow a known spy into
his school without making some sort of deal, but the variable was Snape
himself. He was the kind of man that would change his mind and not change it
at all, and no one would know. Letting his eyes bore into Snape\'s, which
still showed no fear, Voldemort narrowed his own. Good, the Dark Lord
thought as he pushed further, still holding Snape\'s neck against the wall.
He stared at Severus, searching one more time for an answer to these most
puzzling questions, and before he left the man\'s mind, he silently made his
wishes clear.

The fingers released from over his neck, and Snape took a deep breath
involuntarily. The first thing that ran through his mind was that he was
glad he sent a letter to Lupin, and he hoped to Merlin that Voldemort didn\'t
turn around for another go. He looked away from the Dark Lord\'s still
curious eyes, over his shoulder to Lucius, who stood, still ready to kill
him at a moment\'s notice if his Lord so commanded him. He, too, had a
satisfied smirk on his lips, though it looked like it was strained. The
blonde usually always had something to say, and if he was holding his tongue
out of fear, which is how it looked to Snape, good. Voldemort would surely
tell him of his son\'s involvement. If Snape was lucky, Voldemort believed
Draco, not Snape, was now leading Harry Potter to his death. The only reason
he wasn\'t inclined to think otherwise, was because Snape truly didn\'t know
if that was what the boy was doing or not. There truly was such a thing as
knowing too much, and in this case, knowing not enough was the only thing
that could have saved the boy.

Voldemort turned from Snape and walked back to the chairs he and Lucius had
been seated in before Snape arrived, and before anything else was said,
Snape fled to the door and slammed it shut behind him, making his way back
to his quarters. \"I believe you\'re raising a fine boy, Lucius,\" Voldemort
said as he sat down across from the blonde, who\'d taken his seat as well.
Lucius nodded once slowly, and sheathed his wand back into the base of his
cane. Tomorrow, the Dark Lord thought, he\'d take the necessary steps to
ensure things went according to his new plans. Readying his followers for an
attack on Aurors assigned to do Dumbledore\'s bidding was not his main
concern, but perhaps he wouldn\'t even have to bother, if he had such a boy
possessing this bold ingenuity now working for his purpose.

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Harry felt the floor under him again, and he opened his eyes slowly to what
appeared to be the inside of a hotel room. He was a bit dizzy from the
sudden apparation, but when his eyes refocused, it was still a hotel room.
Harry was about to ask, but he was overcome with another sudden urge to be
sick. He almost didn\'t make it to the lavatory before his insides heaved,
but at least he was past the threshold, if not actually into the toilet.
Harry gasped a few times and used the back of his hand to wipe at his mouth.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Draco walking towards him, waving his
wand and saying something Harry couldn\'t hear, but in a second, the mess in
front of him disappeared with a soft \'pfft\' sound.

Harry shifted and stood, giving a brief nod of thanks to Draco as his
insides quivered from the abuse. He sighed, making his way into the bathroom
and shutting the door behind himself. He rinsed his mouth of the foul taste
left over from his vomit and looked at himself blearily in the mirror before
going back out into the main bedroom. Draco had already sat down on the edge
of the bed, frowning curiously to himself as he looked around. Harry joined
him, and did the same. He gestured to the room, curious himself as he asked,
\"What happened?\"

\"Not quite sure,\" Draco admitted. He stood from the bed and crossed to the
window, pulling back a heavy curtain to reveal half of the moon in the
mid-night sky. \"We\'re not in Poland, at any rate,\" he said, looking back to
Harry and gesturing him over. Harry went to the window and looked out
himself, not seeing much, other than the normal buildings of any established
settlement. He wondered if this was a wizarding town, but he supposed it
didn\'t really matter much, anyway. \"I\'d say we\'re in Belarus; see that sign
over there?\"

Harry leaned in closer to the window, and felt his side brush against
Draco\'s chest as he looked to where the blonde was pointing. \"Yeah, what
about it?\" he asked, still squinting slightly as he gazed at the strange
letters, obviously another language. He straightened and watched Draco\'s
amused glance at him before he moved from the window back to the bed. He
must have looked like a five year old trying to read a big word for the
first time, but he didn\'t care.

Harry yawned, following Draco back to the bed, though sitting on the other
side, near where the bag had been set down. \"What about it, is that we\'re
within spitting distance of Russia. That makes us about roughly half way
there.\" There was no point in stating where \'there\' was, because neither of
them really wanted to hear it. Harry nodded, more to himself than to Draco,
and he picked up the bag, settling it in his lap and opening it.

He knew some of his things were in here, but he had no idea what Draco had
brought besides a pair of trousers. Draco leaned back on his elbows on the
bed, staring absently around the room while Harry rummaged. \"Why\'d we end up
inside of a hotel, instead of outside like the other times?\" he asked as he
pushed past the other boy\'s clothes. It was a bit odd, but he supposed it
had been whatever Draco had been thinking about where to go next, so Harry
shouldn\'t really complain.

\"It was in the dream I was having,\" Draco said, his drawl a little more
pronounced than usual since he was tired. \"That\'s why we left so quickly; I
didn\'t want to lose the memory and be stuck where we were for another few
days.\" Harry nodded again. He\'d had a vague idea that was the reason they\'d
suddenly needed to apparate, but he hadn\'t been sure. For all he would have
known, Draco had been simply torturing him, making him concentrate like that
while half asleep.

Harry\'s hand bumped something smooth and round, or more like tube shaped,
and he closed his fingers around it and pulled it out. It was a le ole of
oil, and Harry held it up to read the label. \"Olivia\'s Scented Sensual Oil?\"
he asked, turning his body to look at Draco, who frowned and grabbed the
bottle from him, shoving it in his pocket. Harry grinned at the other boy\'s
slightly embarrassed look, and then couldn\'t help but laugh a little.

\"It\'s for my hands,\" Draco protested. \"They get dry,\" he added, more
mumbling now. Harry supposed he couldn\'t put it past him to carry something
like that with him, especially considering all the cold, dry weather they
spent their lives in at Hogwarts, and this little vacation wasn\'t much
better in terms of climate. Harry stopped chuckling, and closed the bag
again.

\"So, what now?\" Harry asked, leaning back on the bed himself after placing
the bag back down beside the bed. \"I mean, are we going to stay the night
here? Someone could come in here any moment.\"

That thought hadn\'t escaped Draco, and he spared a moment to put more
thought into it, and then suddenly got up from the bed and strode to a point
in front of the door. He pulled his wand from his sleeve and Harry saw him
purse his lips briefly before casting a spell on the door. With it
sufficiently locked, Harry presumed, no one would barge into the room. Draco
returned to the bed, and Harry glanced around the room some more. He was
still very tired, but he wasn\'t sure if he could sleep if he tried. It\'d
even taken him a while to get used to sleeping in the dormitory at Hogwarts
where many a person could come in the room at any time, whether they were
supposed to or not. Now, even with the door magically locked, he couldn\'t
help but think someone might still make their way inside and find the two of
them.

They both sat silently for a minute, each lost in their own thoughts before
the bed began to shift, and Harry turned to look at the blonde. Draco had
taken off his robe and dropped it to the floor, proof of how tired he was if
he couldn\'t even fling it towards a chair, and was unbuttoning his shirt.
Harry watched as inch by inch the pale skin of Draco\'s chest was revealed,
and he barely realized he was staring until he looked up and saw Draco
looking back at him, not quite amused, but Harry knew he wasn\'t disgusted by
it, at least.

Harry turned away and sighed before standing from the bed and shrugging off
his cloak himself and set it on their bag. It was only a moment before they
were both down to their pants this time, and Draco pulled back the comforter
and sheets, getting into bed and waiting for Harry to do the same. In the
past few days they\'d settled into a familiar position, and they both quickly
assumed it. Harry pressed himself a bit deeper into Draco\'s side, though he
was unsure if it was because he was worried someone might suddenly come in,
or whether he simply wanted to be closer to the other boy.

Draco didn\'t seem to mind, and, in fact, Harry felt him move his body a bit
closer to Harry\'s as well. They laid there silently for what seemed like an
hour, though it must have only been fifteen minutes, and neither of them
seemed able to fall asleep. Harry shifted his head, an odd sense of being
watched coming over him, and he paused for a moment, ear away from the
beating of Draco\'s chest for a moment so he could hear. Draco felt the
movement, and passed it off as a normal shift of the dark haired boy\'s head,
but when Harry didn\'t put it back down, Draco turned his own, wondering why.

Harry tilted his head back to look at Draco after he felt the blonde move,
too, and he shook his head, indicating that he hadn\'t heard anything.
Draco\'s lips parted as he nodded back, but his gaze was still on Harry,
whose tongue slipped between his own lips to lick them. He didn\'t know what
made him do it, but Draco slid down to be even with Harry and pressed his
lips to the other boy\'s firmly. Harry opened his mouth under Draco\'s,
feeling his tongue slide out to meet the blonde\'s, barely consulting him
first before it did so. Their tongues swirled around and along each other
for a moment before Harry was surprised, eliciting a sound that conveyed so,
and found himself turned onto his back, Draco bracing himself above him.

Draco looked down at Harry, flipping his head slightly to move a few stray
hairs from in front of his eyes, and he had to shut them for a moment,
though he instinctively leaned his head down to meet Harry\'s lips again.
He\'d been hit with a sense of déjà vu, and couldn\'t quite distinguish
between reality and a dream. It took a moment for his body and mind to
register this was real, but it was so much like his dream that he had to
still wonder. He didn\'t want to remember the dream, especially his father,
so he kissed Harry hard, trying to force a much better reality upon himself
and to not let his mind wander.

Harry found his arms reaching around the other boy\'s back, and he quite
enjoyed the slight moans into his mouth from the blonde above him when he
slid his hands up the smooth skin. One stopped, looped around Draco\'s
shoulder, while the other continued up to tangle into the loose, blonde
hair. Harry hadn\'t really paid much attention to Draco\'s grooming habits
since they\'d embarked on the dangerous adventure they\'d found themselves on,
but it was obvious to him now that Draco had foregone his usual habit of
slicking his hair back. Harry moaned himself when his fingers ran easily
through the silvery, smooth and shiny strands.

His mother had been the only one to ever play with his hair, and that was so
long ago, Draco had forgotten how good it felt. It only made it better that
it was in this position, and he shifted his knees lower to rub his growing
erection against Harry\'s thigh. In the back of his mind, Harry realized what
it was, but he didn\'t really catch on until his other hand, the one not on
the back of Draco\'s head, was trailing down the side of the blonde\'s body.
He felt ribs sticking out as his hand passed, but he continued until his
fingers hit the waist band of Draco\'s underwear. Whether he was being bold
or just curious, it didn\'t matter, because Harry moved his hand further down
over top of the material, and it soon came into contact with Draco\'s now
full erection.

He started to stroke Draco\'s cock through his pants, smiling between Draco\'s
kisses when the blonde paused to breathe out heavily from his touches.
\"You\'d better stop before I come in my pants,\" Draco whispered, his voice
heavy with arousal, just as his cock was in Harry\'s palm. He pulled back
farther from their kisses and that moved Harry\'s hand from Draco\'s groin,
and it fell onto his own. Harry didn\'t want to stop touching Draco, but he
knew the blonde was right about it. If he kept on, that\'s what would happen.

Harry felt his own hard cock under his hand, and gave it a little squeeze,
not being able to stop himself, and Draco smirked at him from above. He\'d
better stop that, too, or they\'d both come and that would be the end of
their night. He didn\'t want that to happen just yet, so he did stop and
stared back into Draco\'s eyes, which he found to be dilated in the dull
light to be almost black instead of light blue or grey. Harry\'s were
probably the same, he realized, but he paused a moment, his mind working
better after a moment of arbitrary comment. He had to consider the
consequences of his next actions.

They could either continue the way they had been and simply rut together
with each other until they got off, or they could go all the way. Even
through the haze of lust that he found himself in, Harry couldn\'t forget the
last time they\'d gone that far, and it wasn\'t one of his better memories of
the blonde. He doubted Draco was too fond of it, either, but Harry
understood why it had happened. He could have held it against the blonde for
a long time to come, and perhaps he would, but right now, Harry believed he
was ready to take the chance, and open himself up to the other boy once
more.

Draco was looking down at him, a questioning look on his face, but Harry
pulled him down slightly, cheek to cheek, and he whispered through blonde
hair to Draco\'s ear. \"I want you,\" he said, pressing a soft kiss just in
front of the ear before letting go. Draco felt a small shudder of delight
run through him at the words, not even believing what was said, because he
also remembered the last time they\'d shagged, if it could even have been
called that. He didn\'t want to make any mistakes, but he supposed he\'d
already lessened one potential foible with already having permission.

He\'d hated himself for what he\'d done after the Quidditch match with
Hufflepuff, and he squeezed his eyes tightly for a moment before pulling his
head back to look down at the boy beneath him. \"Are you sure?\" he whispered
back. He didn\'t want to make a mess of this, too, and he had still been
horny from other parts of his dream. Not that he\'d tell Harry that; it was
embarrassing enough to have been \'caught\' in his dream, by his father, no
less. Draco didn\'t want to push, even though he was expecting the look he
received from the boy underneath.

Harry wasn\'t sure how difficult Draco was planning on being in the next few
minutes, but he hoped they passed quick enough. He nodded his head, and
using his hand to pull Draco\'s head back down to press his lips against the
blonde\'s. He kissed firmly, trying to show he really did want it, but not
hard enough to draw deeper emotions out of the other boy. Draco pulled back
a few moments later, giving a small smile in apology in response to Harry\'s
groan of displeasure at the contact being released.

Before Harry had time to voice said displeasure at having Draco\'s lips taken
away from his own, his eyes widened slightly when the blonde pulled away,
but even more so when Draco moved his hands to the waist of his pants. He
supposed he should have seen it coming, but Harry hadn\'t quite been thinking
straight, and he was definitely too horny to do so now. He didn\'t know if
Draco knew it, but he was putting a lot of trust in the blonde right now.
Draco hooked his fingers under the band, and Harry helped by lifting his
hips slightly so that Draco could pull the pants off.

Harry shoved one foot out and was about to make more for Draco to settle
between his legs again, but the blonde had gotten up swiftly to remove his
own underwear. He was soon back on the bed, though, and crawled half over
Harry\'s body and leaned over the edge of the bed, to where his robe had been
set, Harry remembered. Draco reached into the pocket and pulled out the oil
Harry had so thoughtfully laughed at not too long ago, and he held the small
bottle in front of Harry. The dark haired boy grinned a bit sheepishly,
obviously not having made the connection. Draco hadn\'t really, either, but
he doubted he would ever miss it from now on.

Draco cocked an eyebrow as he leaned down, and pressed his lips to Harry\'s
still grinning mouth. He shifted his body to align better with Harry\'s,
letting their erections meet before they both began to rock their hips
against each other. Harry had opened his mouth to let Draco\'s tongue inside,
moaning as he felt it swirl around his own, creating a few shudders of pent
up lust to be released. Harry hadn\'t realized Draco\'s hands weren\'t touching
him until he felt a cool, wet finger tip slide a little way from behind his
balls, down to his entrance. Draco heard Harry gasp when he pushed the
finger inside, not quite slowly, but slow enough.

He stilled when Harry\'s body tightened around his digit, and was almost
about to ask if this was still alright, if Harry was changing his mind.
Harry pressed down on the finger, and Draco pulled it back, satisfied that
Harry was sure about it, and added another finger. Draco added a third and
stretched his fingers as wide as he could, twisting and turning them until
the boy beneath him was whimpering with arousal and lust. When he felt he\'d
prepared the other boy as well as he could, he pulled his fingers out
slowly, smirking at the throaty moan of displeasure Harry had let out at
their removal.

Draco leaned back slightly to steady himself and picked up the bottle of oil
from the side of the bed. He took the cap off quickly, gave himself a
handful, and recapped and sent it off towards the floor. He heard it hit
with a muffled thud, probably on top of his cloak, as he stroked his oiled
hand over his cock. Harry watched, absently tensing his stomach, making his
cock rub slightly over his skin as he squirmed, waiting. Draco wiped his
hand off on the sheets to rid the excess oil before he reached under Harry\'s
knees, lifting them up and pushing them towards Harry\'s chest.

He held them wide and let Harry hold one while Draco steadied his cock to
the slick and stretched hole. The blonde leaned forward, slowly pushing past
the tight ring of muscle until he was fully encased in warm, wet flesh.
Harry had exhaled sharply at the breech, and he tried to even his breathing
as he looked up at Draco, his knees hooked over the blonde\'s shoulders.
Draco pulled back and pushed his cock in again, gasping as Harry tensed
around him. He pressed harder, deeper into Harry\'s body, and felt Harry\'s
lips on his jaw.

Draco tilted his head, letting the kisses trail across and down his neck as
he thrust. He pressed his own lips to Harry\'s shoulder, thrusting more in a
rhythm now, and it took the other boy a few moments to start pushing back
against him in sync, moving with him. They both moaned as Draco thrust in
and out, and Harry was starting to go insane, much to the blonde\'s obvious
delight, but he didn\'t want this to end too soon. He began to pull away,
letting Harry\'s legs slip from his shoulders, and Harry\'s hands let go
reluctantly of his neck.

Harry was about to say something, Draco knew, but he quieted him. \"Shh, hold
on,\" he murmured to the dark haired boy, who waited as he shifted, cock
still inside his body. Harry watched Draco lift a leg over his head, barely
brushing against the soft blonde hair, and found himself slowly turned onto
his right side. Draco lay down behind Harry, holding himself up against the
boy\'s back. He let his left hand move down to Harry\'s ass, pulling the
cheeks apart before he pushed his cock in deeper.

The other boy elicited a gasp of pleasure as the head of Draco\'s cock hit a
sensitive spot inside of him. Draco moved his hand to Harry\'s hip, holding
firmly, and fingers holding tight into the skin as he began to thrust
harder. It felt so good after how ever long it had been since they\'d been
together like this. He hadn\'t even been bothered the night before when Harry
had cuddled against him. He must be getting used to it, but he knew it was
more than tolerance, or at least he vaguely hoped it was, which was starting
to be a strange thought for Draco.

As he rocked his hips, thrusting into Harry, hearing the boy moan, Draco
pressed his mouth to Harry\'s neck. The hair wasn\'t too long, and he could
mouth along the sensitive skin there, making the fine hairs stand up over
Harry\'s back. Draco could feel the little goose bumps against his chest, and
grinned, now using his teeth, dragging them over Harry\'s neck. Draco lost
himself in the pleasure, but when he heard his name called, he opened his
eyes, and felt Harry\'s hand over his fingers, trying to pull them up.

He\'d been digging them in too hard, and he quickly let go, shifting his arm
over Harry\'s waist, his hand brushing against Harry\'s cock. Harry moaned at
the contact, even if it was inadvertent, but Draco moved his hand back,
wrapping it around the hard length and began to stroke as he thrust. He
couldn\'t quite keep them in time, and when he felt Harry\'s hand over his
again, he let the other boy take over. Draco settled his hand flat over
Harry\'s stomach, making sure not to dig his fingers in this time.

He stilled suddenly, for barely a moment, and his eyes looked down, slightly
startled at where his hand was. Draco began moving again, before Harry had a
chance to think his brief stop was anything more than moving a foot for
traction, but his eyes remained open, staring down at his own hand over
Harry\'s slightly protruding stomach. He hadn\'t even thought about it until
now, and he\'d certainly never touched. It seemed almost surreal that the
other boy was even with child to begin with, but he knew it to be true,
especially now.

Harry had stopped stroking himself, more concentrating on pressing back on
Draco\'s cock, and he mohis his hand over Draco\'s again, holding it there. He
didn\'t know what the blonde was thinking, but he could almost tell it was
something slightly upsetting. Harry knew they\'d not really talked about it,
but this seemed like a step in that direction. He\'d been learning with Draco
that it wasn\'t exactly what was said that made an approach, but the emotions
the blonde had behind it that led to the point of him actually being able to
speak about anything.

Draco had slowed his thrusts when Harry\'s hand settled, and he felt the
other boy\'s fingers stroke between the gaps of his own, splayed over the
bulge. He wanted to be careful now, but it felt too good. He jerked his hand
out from under the other boy\'s, noticing the halt in moans from Harry when
he did so. Draco frowned, wanting to hold onto something, and he grabbed
Harry\'s cock in his hand and began stroking it with determination, this time
able to match his thrusts into Harry\'s body. He was glad he didn\'t have to
see the dark haired boy\'s face right now, not sure if he could have handled
it.

Harry let out a sharp gasp when Draco held his cock, stroking firmly. It
felt so good and Draco\'s quick thrusts found his prostate and continued to
press against it until Harry couldn\'t hold back any longer. He came in thick
spurts all over their hands, his which was still on his stomach, and
Draco\'s, his strokes slowing but slick now with some of the come. Draco
loved the sounds Harry made, and thought he\'d even heard his name again
before the clenching muscles became too much along his cock, and his own
climax followed.

Draco emptied himself into Harry, his body jerking, his breathing shallow.
They lay still for a moment, catching their breaths, before Draco pulled
away slowly and rolled onto his back. Harry felt alone and almost cold when
Dracoed aed and he missed the feeling of being filled. He was happy they
were being more physical again, and he reached to pull the blanket back up
over them. He didn\'t regret it, but the look on Draco\'s face made him unsure
of their odd relationship again. Draco was still frowning slightly,
breathing deeply through his nose, his lips turned down at one corner.

He looked like he wanted to be anywhere other than where he was, and Harry
didn\'t know whether to go any closer to him or to stay on his own side of
the bed. Harry had no idea whether anything had changed now, for better or
worse, in their supposed relationship. He sighed softly to himself, turning
himself to face Draco, who still had his eyes closed. He felt a shift under
the pillows, and realized it was the blonde\'s arm. Harry smiled when he
noticed the hand under his head was nudging him closer, and he obliged,
snuggling up to Draco\'s side. Draco was very close to falling asleep, and he
let his face relax, knowing it wouldn\'t do any good to be thinking of what
he had been. Harry came closer, and that made him feel a bit better. He knew
the other boy would be asleep soon, and he felt strangely secure being next
to him.

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