Alive

Warnings: felatio, anal, fluff

Chapter Five

A little over a week later, Draco practically sauntered into the Great Hall, trademark smirk firmly in place, haughtiness shining in his equally trademark eyes. He felt he had quite out done himself this time. Everyone knew he was good, but this was just, well, amazing. By his side was an absolutely gorgeous brunette, standing at an unimpressive five feet eight inches compared to his own six-three. What he lacked in stature, though, he more than made up for with appearance and confidence. The boy absolutely exuded an air of authority. Draco fought the urge to smile as all eyes turned to his companion. Harry looked damn fine, if he did say so himself. Close fitting black and green robes brought out his eyes and accentuated his body in all the right places. Black dragonhide boots disappeared under the robes, heels clicking on the stone floor.

It had taken nearly the entire week, but Draco had managed to restore the Gryffindor’s usual spark. The boy had been absolutely flabbergasted when he had suggested they go shopping. It was then that Harry began to return more to how he had been. He fought against Draco’s idea with passion and determination. It was a waste, he said, to indulge in a new wardrobe when there were so many more worthwhile things that could be done with his money. Draco had been not so much shocked as saddened to learn that Harry never spent his money on anything just for himself. He had been fully stunned, however, to discover just how much money Harry was not dingding. The young man was nearly as wealthy as Draco.

After that revelation, it was easy for Draco to convince his hesitant companion that, even if they did go shopping, Harry would still have more than enough to do those ‘more worthwhile’ things he had been referring to.

Though he did not want to admit it, Harry truly enjoyed the shopping trip with Draco. He had never seen so many beautiful, delicate, and decadent materials in his entire life. It was a little overwhelming for the first-time shopper, and Harry was more than happy to give control over to the more experienced teen. In addition to clothes that actually fit him properly (mostly silks, fine cottons and leathers of the blonde’s choosing) Harry also splurged on new glasses. For the life of him, Draco could not convince the emerald-eyed teen to go for a sight restoration charm, or even contact lenses. Harry had tried to explain to him the comfort of the familiar weight on his nose, but…

Though Draco, as one who had never needed glasses, could not understand Harry’s insistence that he continue to own a pair, he had to admit that the new pair was much better than the old. The new glasses, despite their similarity in shape to the old ones, were indestructible thin sliver wire. Inwardly, Draco grinned; they went quite nicely with the double piercings in Harry’s right ear and the matching stud in his navel. Not to mention the small charm that fit comfortably in the hollow of his throat.


~flashback~

Draco had found it while Harry was off on his own one day. He had wanted to give the boy a reminder of their friendship, to let him know that someone always would be there for him. He had been speechless when Harry revealed motivation behind his outing. With a shy smile, the obsidian-haired boy had turned his back to Draco and lifted the hem of his shirt. Draco had gasped at the beauty of the image magically inked into Harry’s back.

Centred in the dip between back and buttocks lay coiled a delicate green snake. Draco had watched in stunned silence as the tattoo unwound itself and covered the expanse of the small of the back and wrapped around so that head and tail bracketed Harry’s navel. Without thinking, Draco had launched himself at the young man and enveloped him in a warm embrace. The Slytherin had been nearly giddy to see that Harry’s confidence had surpassed its previous highest level. It was obvious that Harry was finally at peace with himself, and able to accept the duality of his nature. He did not have to be the perfect Gryffindor Golden-Boy all of the time. If he ever felt weak, Draco would be there to support him.

Draco had decided right then that he would not wait until just before they returned to Hogwarts to give Harry his gift. From the pocket of his robe, the last remaining Malfoy had pulled a small package wrapped in silvery-blue and emerald green paper. Handing it to his friend, Draco had been like a child giving the first gift that he had ever bought by himself, more eager for it to be revealed than the person to whom it was bestowed. With some restraint but without reservation Harry had tenderly opened the tiny box. Jewel eyes had danced with joy even as tears gathered at the corners. With trembling fingers, Harry had lifted the beautiful sliver necklace out of its case to exam the charm more closely. Miniature wings had fluttered as the little dragon had stretched itself out then resumed its alert pose.

“Oh, Draco.”

The breathy tenor whisper was music to Draco’s ears, no words could have more eloquently expressed the depth of appreciation that the gift had invoked. Draco would feel the joy radiating in warm waves from Harry. He could not remember anyone reacting that way due to something he had done. It was a high for the Slytherin. With steady hands, he took the necklace from Harry’s trembling ones and fastened it around that neck he loved so much. Placing a chaste kiss on a newly tanned cheek, Draco had cradled Harry to his chest. Laying his head on the other boy’s right shoulder, he had whispered into Harry’s ear.

“I will always be with you.”


~end flashback~

It was not without a touch of apprehension that Draco watched as Harry strode through the Great Hall. It was one thing for him to be calm and confident when it was just the two of them, but now, faced with all of his classmates, and housemates, Draco feared that the shit would hit the fan, so to speak. He was worried that Harry would slip back into his previous act of the Gryffindor Hero, or, worse, the withdrawn loner. If it had not been beneath him, the Slytherin would have jumped for joy as Harry remained as poised as ever, calmly walking up the centre isetweetween the tables. Discretely, Draco took his hand in a gesture of support as Harry merely nodded coolly at the gawkers at the Gryffindor table. With a fluidity of motion that even Snape, master of intimidating body-language, could appreciate, Draco and Harry seated themselves side by side at the Slytherin table. The Potions Master quirked an eyebrow at the pair, but said nothing about the brunette’s unorthodox choice of seating. Professor McGonagall looked a bit more put out, but she too held her tongue.

After the Welcome Back speech and feast, the pair escaped as quickly as they could back to Draco’s rooms in the dungeon.

Grinning widely at the emerald-eyed young man, Draco pulled the other boy into a fierce hug.

“You were brilliant.”


Smiling timidly, Harry pressed his lips to Draco’s. Obligingly, they parted when the pointed tip of a tongue snuck out to taste them. Harry moaned as Draco hit all of the right spots; brushing lightly over the roof of his mouth, licking the backs of his teeth. Closing his lips around the invader, Harry sucked lightly at the hot organ, bringing a groan of pleasure from its owner. With smiling eyes, he released the tongue, only to have it beckon him to follow it back into its own mouth. Harry’s tongue was then trapped and treated to the same exquisite torment as nimble hands began parting his robes.

Draco took his time with Harry, wanting everything to be perfect for one who had stolen his heart. One by one he undid the endless row of buttons that held the front of Harry’s new robes. Slowly, he pushed aside the fabric, revealing what seemed like miles of gorgeous, tanned skin over toned muscles. He was perfection in Draco’s eyes and the Slytherin wondered simultaneously how he had been so lucky and how Weasley could have just thrown this away. Now was not the time for that, though. Now, he wanted Harry aroused and trembling with pleasure. Fingers ghosted, feather-light, over each patch of skin as it was revealed and he lavished in the sound of each shaky breath and gasp of the other.

Before he knew what had happened, Harry’s robe was gone, leaving him in only his leather trousers and boots. Gasping for breath, he began to remedy Draco’s overdressed status. Fingers, ignoring the blush on his cheeks, slowly, but not hesitantly worked at the fastenings of Draco’s own black and sliver robes. Lips teased and tongue darted out to taste every centimetre of exposed flesh. Harry paid careful attention to what made his new lover writhe, shudder and beg for more. He laved special treatment on the twin buds standing hard and dark on the Slytherin’s pale chest, relishing the ripple of passion he felt course though the blonde. It was a wholly new experience for Harry. Foreplay had never been Ron’s forte. Though he did not want to think about it, the brunette could not help but draw a contrast between his current lover and is past one. Draco cared about it, loved him. Ron, it seemed, had only been using him. Banishing all thoughts of the redhead, Harry continued to disrobe Draco, touching him like one who had just regained the sense.

Too soon and not soon enough, the robe was pooled around Draco’s feet and the two boys stepped closer together, embracing in mutual passion and affection. Harry sighed as a solid, leather clad thigh made its way between legslegs. Finally losing himself, forgetting all of the pain of his past, the former Gryffindor grinded into that proffered hardness with abandon. The still room was quickly filled with wanton gaps as both boys continued to press against each other, striving to relieve the ache in their groins. This time when Draco’s hands began to remove his trousers, Harry attempted to return the favour. In a chc juc jumble of hands and tangles of fingers, a long with much gratuitous groping and petting, both young men finally stood naked before each other.

To Harry, it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen; the pale planes of his lover’s body, the hard cock visibly pulsing, begging to be swallowed whole, the flush of Draco’s cheeks that contrasted with his perfect ivory skin. The little dragon around his neck fluttered with the beat of his frantically racing heart. More than anything, Harry wanted to be claimed by that perfect body. Only Draco could make everything right again. Dropping to his knees, Harry looked up into brilliant silver eyes. Without hesitation he took the head of that glorious member into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it, teasing the slit.

Slowly, the brunette worked his way along the length, moving forward then pulling back by increments. As his mouth worked the leaking prick, his hands teased along Draco’s milky thighs, tracing invisible patterns onto the skin. His left hand held the blonde stable as his right hand moved to cup the heavy sac. Rolling Draco’s balls briefly in his palm, Harry soon continued farther, stimulating his lover’s prostate from outside. At the first touch, Draco gasped, and soon his breathing became heavy, short pants interspersed with frantic moans and urges to work faster.

Finally loosing patience, Harry swallowed Draco’s cock to the base, tongue teasing the underside as his nose nuzzled the patch of curly hair surrounding. Completely relaxed in his task, passion driving him on, Harry began to hum around the throbbing organ in his throat. Draco’s moans, which had grown in pitch and volume as Harry had progressed, suddenly transformed into full out screams of desire. Filled with desperate urgency, the emerald-eyed young man began to suck with a vengeance, swiftly bringing his blonde lover to climax. Draco came screaming Harry’s name as his legs suddenly turned to jelly beneath him.

Using both hands to slowly lower Draco to the floor, Harry grinned. Apparently he had not lost his skills in fellatio after being out of practice for so long. Wrapping his arms around the puddle of Malfoy, Harry contented himself with just being close to someone without any expectations. Soon enough Draco would return from his brief escape to paradise and then Harry would have his own completion, physical,tiontional, spiritual. The thought did not scare him as it might have. He felt a connection to Draco the likes of which he had never felt for Ron. Ron, the bastard who had hurt him got what he deserved. Hedwig had brought Harry a letter during the holiday from the Weasleys, stating that Ron had been disowned. It brought tears to his eyes to think about his once best friend out on his own without even his wand. True, the boy had hurt him in almost every way imaginable, but Harry could never really hate him for it, even if he could not forgive him.

“Hey, stop thinking about him.” The soft voice, slightly raspy from so much abuse, brought the emerald eyed teen back to the situation at hand. He nuzzled his face into the gentle hand cupping his cheek. That was another thing about Draco; he could always understand Harry’s moods and easily guide him away from counterproductive thoughts. He tightened his arms around the other boy in his gratitude. Then, pulling away so he could watch those impassioned eyes, Harry gave voice to his desire.

“I want you to take me.”


Those simple words, that simple phrase, caused Draco’s body to stir once again. He did not need to ask if Harry was certain, their deep understanding was such that Draco knew that his lover was indeed serious. The resolute light that flashed in the depths of Harry’s eyes was enough of an answer for Draco. After all he had been through, after all they had endured together, Harry was ready to make that commitment to Draco. There was so much trust that Draco could barely contain his own tears of joy. This was what it was like to be loved unconditionally. Again, he thanked the gods for this gift he had been blessed with.

Standing on shaky legs, Draco offered his hand to Harry, who took it readily, and led his beloved into the bedroom. The pace was less frantic now; Harry had calmed a bit while Draco had come down from his orgasmic high. Still, it was not without passion that the blonde guided his nude lover to the adequately sized bed. He laid Harry down like a treasure to be cherished, and Draco slowly began to worship the gorgeous, firm, tanned body before him. With excruciating thoroughness, Draco mapped out every sensitive spot on Harry’s body, from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. Once the Slytherin’s tongue and hands had completed one journey along the panting raven-haired teen’s form, Draco began again at the top and made sure to tease every location that wrung cries of desire from his lover.

Gently, Draco nipped at Harry’s earlobes, pulling at the twin hoops with the tip of his tongue. Slowly, he moved down to lap at the sensitive dip along the jaw. With feather-light touches, he worked is way along the length of the emerald-eyed teen’s neck to suckle at the collarbone. He drank in the contented gasps and sighs like he was imbibing the divine nectar. Mouth and hands working simultaneously, Draco teased Harry’s pectorals, near the juncture between arm and chest, brining a strangled whimper from his thrashing lover. Having mercy on his struggling partner, Draco skipped over Harry’s ticklish abdomen and thrust his tongue firmly into the navel, drawing the new stud into his mouth. Sobbing, Harry begged Draco, pleaded with blonde to finish him.

Pulling back, Draco waited until dazzling green orbs were clear of the fog of passion. Positive that Harry was now watching him, Draco summoned a small vial of scented oil and tipped a generous amount into his hand. Setting the vial aside, eyes locked on those of his lover, Draco ran a slick finger along Harry’s hard cock, feeling it jump as though alive. It was one of the most incredibly arousing sights Draco had ever seen. With such visual stimulation to arouse him, it was no wonder that his own body was eagerly preparing to join with the other boy’s.


Harry knew exactly what to do. Fighting the urge to seek a more solid contact between the roaming digit and his burning cock, the brunette slid his feet up the bed, bending his knees and spreading his legs. It was second nature now for him to submit like this, and he did so happily for Draco. The other made him feel safe and cherished at the same time. Harry gave him all of his trust, knowing in his heart that Draco would not abuse it. He shuddered as that questing finger slid along the crease of his buttocks, teasing overly stimulated flesh. He let out a breath he had not realized he had been holding as that finger found his tight entrance and carefully pushed inward.

This is what he wanted, what he needed, this sense of completion that he was sure only Draco would ever be able to give him. All of his emotions and his few coherent thoughts focused on the love, lust and desire he had for the stunning blonde. There was no pain as he was tenderly stretched, lovingly prepared for the thing he craved. So well was Draco preparing him that Harry’s only reactions to the introduction of a second, and then third finger were desperate moans. Gradually, Harry could feel himself opening up; it was an immensely satisfying sensation. Dra Draco’s thrusting and stroking fingers found his prostate, Harry gasped, bucking his hips in an attempt to repeat that desired touch.

He would have growled at the Slytherin’s chuckle if the fingers had not been removed and immediately replaced by a renewed erection. Harry had no idea when Draco had managed to coat his cock in the oil, but he must have at some point because he slid slowly into the emerald-eyed teen with one smooth, virtually painless motion. There was a vague sense of further stretching, but overall, it was the most incredible feeling Harry had ever experienced in his life. His lover’s compassion nearly brought tears to his eyes as his mind immediately made a comparison between this and Harry’s last experience with sex.


Seeing the moist glistening in the verdant orbs, the pale teen leaned down to deeply kiss his lover, giving the boy something to focus on other than his distressing memories. It could have disturbed him that the onyx-locked young man was thinking about the Weasel, but more than anything, Draco understood Harry’s need to work through emotional hurdles. That they were together now, like this, was enough for the blonde at the moment. Breaking the kiss, but staying close, the smoky-eyed teen watched his lover blink, and then give a short, but slow nod. Taking that as his cue, the platinum-haired Slytherin began a slow and steady rhythm of thrusts, drawing himself out nearly completely before sliding back in. Angling his strokes, Draco was able to brush his cock teasingly over the other’s prostate every inward motion.

Trying not to grin at his jewel-eyed lover’s cries of frustration, Draco obligingly increased the force of his thrusts so that he was practically pounding into Harry’s hot body, jabbing his sweet spot continuously. Heavy breathing, baritone screams and tenor gasps filled the room, reverberating off of stonewalls and bouncing back from the silencing charm encompassing the chamber. All tenderness fled as both teens were overcome by a desperate sense of urgency. The grey-eyed teen could feel the sudden tightening of his lover’s body, a involuntary clenching in the firey passage. Increasing his tempo until their combined rocking was barely a blur, Draco hit the green-eye young man’s prostate once, twice, and then there was a breathy gasp and a spasmodic squeezing around his prick. Giving one final hard thrust, Draco drove his cock deep into Harry filling his lover with his seed.

Riding out the intense orgasm with continued jerky thrusts, Draco managed to lower himself carefully to avoid crushing the smaller boy under him. Through it all, he continued to feel honoured by Harry’s willingness and responsiveness. It was more than Draco could have hoped for just a few short months ago. Resting half on his lover, and still imbedded in him, the blonde could feel the rapidly cooling stickiness between them, the ultimate proof of the pleasure Harry derived from this. However, Draco was too exhausted to cast a simple cleansing charm to rid them of the uncomfortable sensation. He was more than surprise, therefore, to suddenly be free of the mess. Tilting his head back slightly, Draco noticed the impish smile on his Harry’s face. No, his lover never ceased to amaze him. With the little energy he could muster, the sliver-eyed teen placed a soft kiss on Harry’s temple.

“Mmm, I love you, Draco,” Harry hummed in pleasure.

“I love you too, Harry. Now and forever.”


It was the night she never felt so alive. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen her smile


Fin