Kneeling

Yet more nice reviews! Thank you all soo much! By the way, what I said in the beginning still stands: If you see a mistake somewhere, or don’t like something, feel free to tell me; I have absolutely no problems with criticism, and you won’t hurt my feelings or anything.

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Opening his mouth this far still hurt. Draco supressed a wince as he closed his lips around Harry’s cock, careful to keep his teeth away from the sensitive skin. The corners of his mouth were still incredibly tender, despite Harry’s healing spells. But it had felt good that Harry had made the effort - the thought that he had cared enough, been sorry enough to at least try to make up for the damage he’d done felt warm and soothing inside his chest, almost like a little healing spell in itself.

He concentrated on making it good for Harry despite the pain. He’d have to make Harry like it enough that he’d want to do it again. Nothing else mattered. He couldn’t stand the thought that this might be the last time, it was much worse than the physical pain of the act.

If he couldn’t have love from Harry - and he knew he couldn’t, not after the reaction his confession had gotten last night - he could at least have this, some semblance of intimacy.
Hoping for anything else had been stupid, anyway. What had he thought would happen? He knew that Harry could barely tolerate him under the best of circumstances, that most of the time his dislike was so strong it bordered on hate.

It was a miracle that he got to do this at all, and one he was incredibly grateful for. Harry could have punched him right from the start, after all, without giving Draco a chance to convince him that he might enjoy spending a bit of time in his company now and then.

That was all Draco wanted, all he allowed himself to want after his stupidity of yesterday. Anything else, the feelings burning in him, he’d just keep down where they wouldn’t interfere with what little happiness he could get. And this did make him happy, in a way, this physical closeness, the knowledge that he made Harry feel good. Sure, he would have liked to hve more, but he was willing to be content with what little he could have.

One of Harry’s hands slid into his hair, not trying to force him to go deeper, just gently fingering the strands, stroking. Draco would have purred if he’d been able to. Oh, this was wonderful, this was more than worth the pain.

He stroked the vein on the underside of Harry cock with his tongue, then pressed it against the sensitive spot where the head joined the shaft. Harry made a quiet sound, an almost completely choked-off moan, and bucked hard into his mouth. Only once, then he got himself under control again, his hand stroking Draco’s hair in apology, but that one sharp movement had been enough.

The scab on his lip tore open again, probably worse than it had been before, filling his mouth with the taste of blood He was suddenly very grateful indeed that he’d thought to use a protection spell - he knew that he himself didn’t have any STDs, and he didn’t think he’d get any off responsible, straighlaced Harry, but still - you just didn’t let anyone’s bodily fluids near you, and especially an open wound, without using a proper protection spell, that was something he’d had drilled into him way before he’d ever even developed the slightest interest in sex.

He was glad he didn’t have to deal with that particular problem on top of everything else right now - because now it really hurt. Every tiny move Harry made sent burning pain through half his face, and he couldn’t help a stifled gasp.

Harry seemed to hear it and stilled immediately, pulling out. “Hey, you all right?” he asked, tilting Draco’s face up with a finger so he could look at him. He cursed softly when he saw the bleeding gash.

“Damnit, Malfoy, why didn’t you say anything? That’s got to hurt bad.”

Damn. Damn. He didn’t want Harry to stop - didn’t want this to be the last memory Harry had of their encounter, didn’t want a bad conscience to ruin any chance he had of a repeat of this.
“Forget it”, he said quickly. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not “nothing”, it’s a wound I gave you - which I’m sorry for - and I’m not going to enjoy this if it hurts you!”

Malfoy rolled his eyes, trying to hide his panic behind the condescending tone that had always worked so well to protect his feeling. He knew that it would set Harry’s teeth on edge faster than anything else, and hopefully get him to forget his scruples.

“Potter, we’re having sex, here. Could you please stop being the fucking saviour of wizardkind for a moment? That’s practically pathological with you, you know.”

He knew that he had failed the right tone by a mile the second he saw Harry’s eyes.
There was barely any of the anger his displays of superiority usually got, just confusion.
“What is this, Malfoy, some masochistic streak I should know about?”

He shrugged, trying once again to sound casual. He thought he managed it a bit better this time. “I was having fun. Why stop?”

“Because I hurt you?” Surprisingly enough, it seemed like even Harry could manage a decent “Are you stupid?”-tone of voice if he was provoked long enough.

Harry was already withdrawing, starting to pull his jeans up again in defiance of his obviously still interested cock. Fuck. That was it, then. The panic flared up inside him, sharp as a dagger to the neck.
“Don’t”, he blurted out, and then, before he could reconsider, before his courage left him: “You could fuck me, if you want.”

It was… strange, to put it mildly, to hear those words coming out of his own mouth. It wasn’t something that fit very well with his image of himself, and though he’d fucked other men before, he’d never let anyone do it to him. But he was willing to pay even that price, if it meant keeping Harry near. And that was frightening, how much he was ready to give up for this, so unlike himself. Unnatural. Almost as if… The thought was gone before he could fully grasp it, and he blinked in confusion for a moment, feeling faintly dizzy.

Harry didn’t seem to notice - he was still staring at Draco, mouth hanging slightly open, looking even more surprised than Draco himself felt. He pulled himself together, wrapping the familiar defense of cynicism around himself like a cloak. “You’re catching flies, Potter”, he drawled.

Harra closed his mouth with an audible snap, only to open it again a moment later.

“No way in hell”, he said, and Draco’s stomach clenched with apprehension. “I said I’m not going to hurt you anymore. What do you take me for, anyway?”

Oh. That was it, then - just that damned conscience raising its ugly head again. For a moment he’d thought it was disgust at the thought. This, he could handle.
“What makes you think it’s going to hurt? Don’t flatter yourself, Potter - I’m not desperate enough to let you do something I don’t like.”

He was lying through his teeth, of course - but he’d always been a good liar, calm and convincing, but flip enough not to make it seem forced. And Harry was buying into it, he could tell. His eyes were still a bit doubtful, but his cock was twitching eagerly, clearly betraying just how much he wanted to take Draco up on his offer. Good.

“You’ve done this before?” Harry asked, finally. Gotcha!

“Couple of times”, he lied, casually. Well, it wasn’t a complete lie - he’d never been on the receiving end, but he knew enough about the mechanics that he wouldn’t hurt himself. Not too badly, anyway - that depended on how patient Harry was willing to be with him.
Probably not very much, considering that he’d just thoroughly disclaimed his blushing virgin creds.

Harry’s resistance was weakening, he could tell - just one more push, and he’d have him where he wanted him.

“Come on - it’s going to be great. And I really like it.” Or at least he liked the chance to keep Harry with him for a little longer.

He could see the moment Harry gave in, when arousal won out over doubt in his green eyes. Draco turned without a word, stripped out of his robe and spread it on the ground, on top of a patch of soft moss. He wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath, only his pants.

Harry watched him appreciatively. It made him feel daring. He shimmied out of his jeans, then dropped the silk boxers he was wearing, as well. Harry was staring openly now. It did feel strange to be exposed like this while Harry was still fully dressed, but he suppressed the shiver of unease. It wouldn’t do to appear reluctant at the moment, not while there was still a chance that Harry might back out.

He tapped his hip with his wand and muttered a cleaning spell. He’d never done this one himself, but he’d watched his bedpartners do it, and a sharp tingling in his insides told him that he must have gotten it more or less right.

Draco knelt on the robe, looking over his shoulder at Harry, who was looking down at him hesitantly. He was still fully clothed, with his open jeans hanging around his thighs.

“Come on”, Draco urged. “What are you waiting for?”

Harry knelt behind him, touching his flank with his fingers. Draco shivered at the light touch.

“What do I do?” Harry asked.

Oh. He’d forgotten that he was the experienced one, here. “Do you know the lube spell?” he asked.

Harry nodded. Draco wasn’t surprised - it was a spell almost every young wizard knew and used at least occasionally. He wondered if Ron had taught it to Harry, and was surprised by a pang of jealousy at the thought. How he wished Harry would care for him as much as he cared for Ron, even if theirs was more of a brotherly affection. He’d gladly give up the sex if he could have Harry care about him, instead.

Well. No use dwelling on it - sex was all he could have at the moment, maybe ever.
He forced his mind to concentrate on the issue at hand. “Do it”, he said.

“Manus unctus“, Harry whispered, tapping his wand against his hand. A small pool of clear fluid formed in his palm. The spell was a lot cruder than the one Draco normally used, but it would do.

“Put it on me”, Draco said. “You’ll have to stretch me a bit first - it’s been kind of a long time since I’ve done it.” Which was as close as he dared to get to admitting his total virginity when it came to this particular sex act.

Harry hesitated. “Isn’t there a spell for this?” he asked.

“There probably is, but I don’t know one.” Damn. He should have known that this would probably be too intimate for Harry to feel comfortable with. Or maybe the thought of touching Draco that way disgusted him.

“I can do it myself, if you’d rather”, he offered quickly. But Harry shook his head.
“No, I’ll do it. You’ll tell me if I hurt you?”

“Sure.” He would, if it got too bad. He didn’t think they’d manage to do this without at least a little pain, but he’d just have to cope with that.

Harry put his dry left hand on Draco’s hip, steadying him, and touched a wet finger to the entrance of his body. Draco shivered. Not because it was cold - unlike muggle lube, the magical one had body temperature - but because feeling Harry’s touch at this most secret place of his body was startlingly intimate, and a bit frightening. His muscles clenched in involutary protest. He hoped Harry would have the patience to go slow, or this would indeed hurt a lot.

Harry pressed the tip of his finger inside, slowly and gently. Draco forced himself to relax. It wasn’t quite painful, but not exactly comfortable, either. Harry took his time, waiting whenever Draco showed signs of discomfort. Finally he was in, the palm of his hand pressed to Draco’s buttocks. It felt strange, too much and not enough stimulation at the same time, but while he wasn’t sure at all that he liked it, it wasn’t unbearable, either.

Then Harry carefully crooked his finger, touching something inside him that sent sparks of pleasure up his spine. Draco’s cock, which had gone almost completely limp during the slow penetration, jerked with renewed interest. He gasped.

Harry stilled instantly. “Was that good or bad?”

“Good. Definitely good. Do that again.” He moved carefully against Harry’s finger, seeking that strange pleasure again, but still wary of hurting himself. Harry indulged him, repeating the movement, finger-fucking him for a minute of two before adding another finger, making little scissoring movements to stretch him. He was groaning almost soundlessly, fast puffs of air directly behind Draco’s ear.

“Are you ready?” he gasped after a few moments. Draco wasn’t too sure of that, but he didn’t want to make Harry wait any longer and risk him getting impatient.

“Sure. Do it”, he encouraged.

He heard Harry whisper the lube spell again, slicking his own cock, and then felt him pushing at his entrance.

Harry still hadn’t undressed. Draco could feel the zipper of his open jeans scratching against the back of his thighs. That bothered him, because it was such a strong reminder of how meaningless this was to Harry, just an impersonal fuck with someone he couldn’t even be bothered to undress for. But then Harry was pressing past the tight ring of muscle, distracting him from the thought. Oh, damn. Harry’s cock was a lot bigger than his fingers had been, and for a moment he was sure that this wouldn’t work at all, that it would tear him, and he was about to cry out for Harry to stop, as much as he hated the thought of doing that - because no way in hell would Harry consent to another try if he admitted to how much it hurt - but then Harry was already in, and the pain slowly receded to a manageable level.

Harry held himself very still, just the tip of his cock inside Draco’s body, shaking with the need to move, but waiting for him to adjust.

“Okay?” he asked.

Draco nodded.
“Go on.”

Harry did, carefully thrusting into him, keeping up a slow, regular rhythm. It didn’t feel very good at first, but then he got somewhat used to the strange feeling of it, Harry hit that spot inside him again, and after that it got a whole lot better.

When Harry’s movements finally sped up and he started panting for real, hot breath in Draco’s ear, strong hands holding his hips, Draco was enjoying it almost as much as Harry obviously was. He could feel the familiar excitement building up inside him, bringing him closer to climax, but the stimulation wasn’t quite enough to take him over the edge. He tried to reach for his cock, but he couldn’t support himself with only one arm, not with Harry pounding into him. He lost his balance and almost toppled them both down to the ground. After that he reluctantly gave up on the idea.

But Harry had obviously noticed the aborted movement, because he leaned on Draco’s back, letting him support part of his weight, and closed a warm hand around Draco’s cock, his thumb gently caressing the head. Draco groaned. Oh, this was good, this was great… He pushed into the hand, once, twice, and came, unsuccessfully trying to suppress a scream.

He swayed for a moment, enjoying the little aftershocks still tingling through his body. But after the last of his orgasm wore off, Harry’s continued thrusts really weren’t all that pleasant anymore. In fact, it was starting to get really uncomfortable.

He was grateful when Harry came after a short time, gripping Draco’s hips hard enough to bruise, pressing into him and holding still for a moment, his muscles tight with tension. He didn’t make a sound, just held himself like that for a long moment, then relaxed, pulling out.

Draco would have liked him to stay for a moment longer, holding him, or at least lying beside him for a bit, but Harry just got up, did a fast cleaning spell and pulled his jeands up again.
Draco suppressed a sigh, collapsed onto his robe and didn’t curl up into a small ball like he wanted to. It wasn’t like his tendency to want to cuddle after a session of sex didn’t always embarrass the hell out of him later, anyway, so he probably ought to be grateful. Really, what had he expected of Harry Potter, of all people? What was it with him and all this stupid hopes at the moment?

He stretched an arm out and dragged his jeans and underwear within reach. He didn’t want to be undressed with a clothed Harry looking down at him yet again, he was feeling too damn vulnerable right now as it was.

Harry was watching him uncertainly, he noticed, obviously at a loss for words. He had surely never had casual sex before, could have no experience with what to say, and was probably looking for the quickest way to get away from him. Draco saved him from the awkward moment. He forced a grin on his face and got to his feet.

“That was great”, he said, grabbing his robe from the ground. He hesitated a moment, holding it in his hands. There were big wet spots on it, and the thought of putting it back on wasn’t too appealing, but he couldn’t exactly walk through Hogwarts half naked, either. With a grimace he pulled the garment around him.

“See you around.” With that, he walked back on the narrow, almost entirely hidden path they’d come. He could feel Harry’s eyes on his back, but didn’t turn around. He didn’t want to discuss what had just happened with Harry, didn’t want to risk pissing him off and giving him any excuses not to do it again. He was quite sure that Harry would delude himself into thinking that he wouldn’t let it happen again anyway, but he was equally sure that he’d be able to seduce him again, now that he’d shown him how good it could be. The thought added a bit of spring to his step as he walked back up to the castle.


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“Fuck!” The man refrained himself from punching the mirror at the last second. Only the thought that he wouldn’t be able to replace the priceless artefact kept him back. He punched the arm of his chair, instead. Damn it. Why the hell had Harry given in to the little brat’s pathetic attempt at seduction? That wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen at all. He was supposed to reject him, and Draco was supposed to run to his father for a potion or spell of some kind that would help him get what he wanted, just as he had always done before. Obviously the boy had more balls than he’d credited him for, trying to solve his problem on his own.

Ah, well. It wouldn’t work for long. Harry obviously still despised Draco as much as ever, that had been clear in every detail of this sordid little affair - the way he hadn’t even bothered to undress, the way he’d had his eyes closed all the time, pointedly not looking at Draco… This wouldn’t satisfy Draco for long. The spell wouldn’t let him be content with anything less than Harry’s love, and a little bit of physical intimacy wouldn’t satisfy that desire for long. Soon he wouldn’t be able to stand Harry’s indifference anymore - and while for a student it was almost impossible to obtain one of the more potent, highly illegal love potions, it wouldn’t be any problem for Lucius Malfoy, and Draco knew that. Before long, he’d be seeking help in the one place he’d always ran to when he had a problem.

And if not - well, they were bound to get caught eventually, taking risks like this. He could hardly believe that Harry had been so stupid, fucking Malfoy out there in the open - while the spot was secluded and impossible to look in on from the outside, exactly that would make it a popular place for couples. Lucius would hear of this eventually, some way or other. And if it took longer, the effects of the potion would be all the more irreversible for it. Sure, it meant that he’d have to make yet another batch of it to make sure that the spell didn’t were off - he suppressed a sigh at the thought of the expenses involved - but it would give the little brat even more of an opportunity to fuck up his life in humiliting and, if he didn’t start being more careful, public ways.

He kind of regretted dragging Harry into this mess, though. He liked the boy, in a strange way - he was the Enemy, but he was a good kid, too. He’d survived more than any boy his age should have to cope with, and had done so bravely. That was a dangerous thought, of course, one that he would never admit to out loud, and he didn’t linger on it. In the end, all that mattered was that he’d get his revenge.