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Serpent in the Burrow
Chapter Number/Total: 5/44
Chapter Title: Serpent in the Burrow
Words: 3535 Words
Harry made it back to the room before Draco and threw himself down on his bed, lying on his stomach. He could hear Uncle Vernon's confused questions all the way from his room.
Draco closed the door and used his wand to Lock and Silence the room again. The noise from downstairs was gone. He placed his wand on the bedside table and lay down next to Harry, placing a soothing hand on his back.
Harry sighed. "Why isn't it tomorrow already?" he asked no one in particular. "I just want to go to Ron's and be done with all this."
Draco leaned forward so his lips were at Harry's ear. "For the moment," he whispered, "you and I are alone in a room to ourselves where no one can hear, see or disturb us. Do you really want to waste that?" He licked the edge of Harry's ear.
Harry smiled. "No," he said, shivering at Draco's touch.
***
Harry was so ready to leave, he couldn't believe it. He was standing outside with Draco, waiting for whoever was going to pick them up.
Draco hadn't slept well, but he certainly didn’t mind. He probably had a bit of an odd smile and an even stranger gait that morning. Harry was all energy and ready to move on with his life. Draco stood beside him, wondering if he could get away with hexing the Dursleys before they left.
"Nervous at all?" Harry asked Draco, bumping into him a bit with his hip.
Draco blinked, caught off guard and staggering a bit. "Too tired to be nervous." He smirked.
Harry laughed. "Well, good then, I guess," he said. "That was probably the loudest we'll be able to be for a while."
Draco winced, both at how loud they had been and at the reminder of where they were going next. He still couldn't believe he was actually going to be setting foot in, let alone sleeping under, the probably leaky roof of the Weasley clan.
"Ah, it's great over at the Burrow," Harry said, noticing Draco's look. "I'm sure you'll feel right at home ... after a bit."
Draco snorted before he had a chance to catch himself.
Harry shook his head. "Just don't be ... mean," he said warily. "I know you've been getting on with Ron all right, but the rest of them aren't used to you yet."
"Is that an order?" Draco raised an eyebrow.
Harry sighed. "No, it's not an order. I don't want to make you get along with everyone, but it would make me happy. So try, okay?" He kissed Draco on the cheek.
"Good. Then I will try," Draco said. "When are they showing up? Because I feel odd standing around out here."
"They should be here any minute. Ron said he would tell someone to come and get us ..." Harry said, looking up and down the street. "Any minute now ...."
There were suddenly two very loud cracks and Harry heard two familiar voices coming from behind a large bush.
Draco had his wand out in seconds, and then rolled his eyes when he saw who it was.
Fred and George strolled out from behind the bush, smiling widely.
"You needn't be afraid of us," Fred said to Draco, waving his wand away. "We won't hurt you. We swear." He caught sight of Harry. "Harry, old chap! How on earth have you been?" he asked cheerfully, slapping Harry on the back.
George moved forward too. "Yes, Harry. How have you been?"
Harry smiled and rolled his eyes. "Figures they'd send you two."
George gasped and Fred laid a hand over his heart. "That hurts, Harry, that hurts," he said mock-painfully.
Draco put his wand away and watched. He would never have admitted it, but he admired the twins. He was a prankster himself when he could be one, and they were the best at such things.
Harry snorted.
"So, you really are with this ... wonderful lad then?" Fred asked, slapping Draco on the back now.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Yes."
"Well, to each his own," said George, shrugging. The subject changed quicker than lightning. "So, have either of you looked at the new catalogue we just got out? Really terrific stuff in there. You should stop by the shop when you get over to Diagon Alley. Ron said you needed new robes, Harry."
"Erm, yeah, sure," said Harry.
"Great," said Fred. "You'll love it. We have a whole new defence line - totally modified, really useful."
Draco glared at Fred, not caring for the slap, but not sure what to say that wouldn't anger Harry.
Harry laughed. "Only you two would try to sell me something within the first five minutes of seeing me."
George laughed. "Business, my good man, business."
Fred smirked. "So, I suppose we should be going then? Unless you'd like to stand out on this Muggle street for a while?"
"No, let's go," said Harry quickly. "How're we getting there? Side-Along?"
"Well, he does catch on quick, doesn't he brother?" asked Fred.
"He's quite the genius," said George.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Shall we then?"
"Oh, I thought you'd never ask," said George in a high-pitched voice, holding out his arm.
Harry grabbed it, laughing.
Draco eyed Fred, waiting for him, since it seemed George was taking Harry.
"I promise I don't bite," Fred stage whispered to Draco, holding his arm out as well.
Harry threw Fred a look. Fred chuckled.
Draco smiled wickedly. "I do," he said, taking his arm.
Fred chuckled again. "Well, I do admire honesty," he said. "And I suppose Harry's neck is proof." He laughed.
George snickered, looking at Harry's neck as well.
Harry coloured and rolled his eyes again.
Draco chuckled, also flushing slightly when he too looked at Harry's neck.
"As fun as this is, can we go now?" asked Harry.
Fred laughed harder. "Well, the master has spoken. Shall we, George?"
"Ready when you are," said George.
"Hold on tightly - both of you," said Fred. "On the count of three ... One ... Two ... Three!"
They all Disapparated with two more loud cracks. There was the unpleasant feeling of being squeezed through associated with Apparation and, suddenly, they were standing in the Weasleys’ kitchen.
Draco looked around, immediately confused and a bit apprehensive. As was usual for him, that meant he looked dismissive and a bit cold.
"Ahhh, home, sweet home," said Fred happily walking over to the table and grabbing an apple. "Ron's up in his room - cleaning it up no doubt. Bloody slob that one, and he's only been home for a day!"
"I'm sure your guys' place is spic and span then?" Harry asked, eyebrow raised.
"Hey! That's work there!" said Fred.
"Sure," said Harry with an amused smile. "See you later." He grabbed Draco's arm and led him out of the kitchen to begin the climb up to Ron's room. "Ron's all the way at the top," he said.
Draco looked at the chaos around him and wisely kept his mouth shut. He allowed himself to be led up the narrow stairs.
When they finally reached the top, Harry knocked on Ron's door. There were loud footsteps and Ron emerged.
"I already told you, I don’t know where your bloody - oh, Harry!" he said, smiling. "I didn't know Fred and George had even left yet!" He slapped Harry on the back and then caught sight of Draco. "Malfoy," he said, nodding his head.
Draco nodded back, but didn't say anything. Instead, he wrinkled up his nose at the mess in front of him. This was not improving his image of the Weasleys.
Ron blushed at Draco's look. "Erm, I was just unpacking a bit," he said, stepping out into the hallway and closing his door. "Mum said you can both stay in my room, but," he cleared his throat oddly, "Fred and George aren't coming home to stay until the wedding, and that's not until a few weeks, so I thought you could, erm, have their room."
Harry nodded. "Great," he said. "Where is your mum?"
"Still at the hospital with Bill. I think Fleur's getting a bit annoyed with her, but she won't leave."
Draco could believe that. "So where is Fred and George's room and are our things already there?" he asked.
"I moved them in there earlier," Ron said, stepping around Draco. "C'mon, I'll show you."
Harry shrugged and he and Draco followed Ron down a few landings.
"This is it," Ron said, opening the door in front of him and stepping inside. "It's bunk beds, so .... Erm, your stuff's over there." He pointed to their trunks.
"Bunk beds?" Draco asked with a disbelieving smirk. Then he turned his head sideways, looking at the stacked beds. "Has possibilities," he added with a wink at Harry.
Harry turned red, but Ron turned even redder. "Ew," he let out quietly. "Er, well, I’m just gonna go and finish cleaning up .... You guys can get settled." And then he practically ran from the room.
"You love doing that to him, don't you?" asked Harry, shaking his head.
"Not about him," Draco said, closing the door and pushing Harry against it, deciding to add some fresh marks to the already purple ones on Harry's neck.
Harry was very much taken aback. He was still for a moment, but then relaxed against the door completely, tilting his head to give Draco more room. He let out a quiet moan.
Draco happily sucked at Harry's neck, right below the jaw line, his hand already working its way under Harry's over-sized Muggle shirt.
"Fuck, Draco," Harry whispered, his arms wrapping around Draco's waist to pull him closer.
"Sure, love, but maybe in the bed would be better than against the door." Draco chuckled, his fingers having located Harry's nipples.
"Ah!" Harry cried out, arching. "Yes, yes, fine, yes," he said, his hands finding their way to Draco's wonderful jeans-clad arse.
Draco's nimble fingers pinched Harry's nipples at the same time that he gently bit his earlobe.
Harry had no idea how they were going to get over to the bed if Draco didn't stop, but he didn't want him to. Harry was prepared to fuck on the floor if they had to.
Draco was panting against Harry now, the other boy's hands on his arse making him thrust against him. It was like striking a flame. He tasted Harry and he was burning with need, hard and ready for him already.
"Mmm, I wanna fuck," Harry whispered, thrusting into Draco as well. "Holy fucking shit, I wanna fuck so bad."
"Fuck me. I am yours," Draco gasped, rubbing himself against Harry like a cat in heat.
"Oh, Merlin," Harry gasped, grabbing Draco and thrusting into him harder. "Oh, fuck I'm going to-" Harry stopped in mid lust-filled sentence and ceased his movement completely.
Knock, knock.
He groaned. "And so it begins," he muttered, still holding Draco closely.
Draco didn't register what had happened. He was clutching Harry, rubbing against him, and suddenly Harry stopped. "What?" he moaned.
Harry waited, and sure enough there was another knock and then a, "Harry?" He raised an eyebrow. "That," Harry said shortly.
Draco's head fell forward, resting on Harry's shoulder. He ached so bad he thought he would pass out if Harry didn't fuck him right then. He took several shaky breaths and pushed away from him, going to stand by the beds. He held on to the frame, his back to the door as he tried to calm down.
Harry groaned quietly again and pushed off from the door to open it. Ginny was standing there, but when she caught sight of Harry, her eyes widened.
"Erm ... am I interrupting something?" she asked, eyebrows raised. She stood on tiptoe to see over Harry and get a look at Draco.
If Harry hadn't already been flushed, he would've right then. "No, it's okay. Er ... what do you want?"
"Well, I just thought I'd come and say hi .... Fred and George said they went and got you and then Ron said you were in here."
"Oh, well, hi," Harry said, still a bit breathless.
Ginny looked like she was trying to hold in a laugh. "Hi, Malfoy!" she called over Harry's shoulder.
Draco didn't really answer. He sighed and shook his head in response. He couldn't believe they had fucked only this morning and he was still this needy.
"Well, Mum'll be back soon and there's no way you guys are going to get any 'quiet time' with her around," Ginny continued. "Perhaps I should leave you alone for a while?"
Harry closed his eyes. He was so embarrassed. He shrugged.
Ginny laughed. "I'll take that as a yes then. Better make it quick, boys ... and I would put a Silencing Charm up. But don't get too loud; you could break the charm with all the mixed magic in the house. Bill made that mistake once ...."
Draco couldn't wait for her to leave. He couldn't decide if she was being helpful or sadistic.
She laughed once again. "Well ... have fun," she said, and she was off down the stairs again.
Harry heaved a huge sigh and closed the door behind her.
Draco didn't say a word. Instead, he began to strip, quickly, his back still turned.
Harry turned around and was shocked to see Draco ripping at his clothes. He chuckled, smirked and began throwing his own clothes off.
"The door, Harry," Draco said as he bent to strip his jeans and shorts off in one motion.
Harry was confused for a moment as he pulled his shirt off, but then he understood and stopped with the shirt so that the neck hole was around his head and holding his fringe back from his face. He leapt at the door and locked it with fumbling fingers, looking like the biggest idiot on the planet and not caring one bit.
Draco stood naked and trembling, waiting for Harry. He didn't even dare to look back over his shoulder. "Silencing Charm," he reminded him in a tight, quiet voice.
"Er, you have to do it," Harry said, ripping the shirt from his head and pulling off his jeans.
Draco bent and retrieved his wand, then turned back toward Harry. He was very clearly aroused and breathless. He had to concentrate a moment to remember the spell before casting it swiftly and then waiting.
Harry practically attacked Draco then, leaping forward like a lion leaping for his prey. He pulled him over to the bottom bunk, almost hitting his head as he did so.
Draco laid himself face down on the bed and spread his legs, hoping that it was what Harry wanted as well.
Harry didn't care what the hell they did as long as they were fucking. He was just about to Summon lube and then he let out a frustrated growl. "Draco, Summon the lube," he groaned, spreading Draco even wider with his hands.
Draco did as Harry said and then handed the jar of oil to him. "Where's your wand?" he asked, confused.
"I can't use magic until my birthday!" Harry let out. "I'm only sixteen until the end of July!" It wasn't something he really wanted to be talking about with Draco spread out in front of him. He began fumbling with the lid on the jar of lubricant.
Draco chuckled, lifting his arse higher, inviting Harry with his body.
"Oh, Merlin, fuck!" Harry yelled at the jar. He finally got it open and dipped his fingers in as fast as he could. He put the jar on the floor beside the bed and reached for Draco's arse quickly, slicking his hole and wishing it was his cock he was working in already.
"Yes, please," Draco begged, wriggling his arse in anticipation.
Harry moaned and pushed his fingers in and out a few times. He was glad Draco was used to it now and didn't need as much time anymore. "Fuck, you're so fucking hot," Harry moaned, slicking his own cock now.
"Yours," Draco gasped, pushing back. He flung his arms out on the bed, hand clutching at the covers. "Please fuck me," he panted.
Harry groaned, a low sound deep in his throat. He grabbed his cock and scooted forward so that he was right at Draco's entrance. He revelled in the feel of it for a moment before pushing in slowly.
Draco moaned, lifting his arse to accommodate Harry and pushing back against him.
Harry snapped his hips forward then. He really wouldn't ever get used to this. Draco would probably always make him feel this way, for the rest of his life. Harry moaned and pulled out almost all the way and then pushed back in again.
"Ahhh, yesss," Draco gasped, Harry's heat and power sending waves of pleasure up his spine and along his skin.
Harry gripped Draco's hips and began a steady rhythm, gasping and panting as he thrust. "Fuck, Draco. Your arse is so tight .... So ... fucking ... good." He would never cease to be amazed by how true that was. Harry was sure that no one could ever feel like Draco felt to him.
"Merlin, your cock fills me," Draco gasped, pushing back on each thrust. "Yes, Harry, oh yes!"
Harry babbled things after that that he didn't even understand as he slammed into Draco. "Oh fuck!" he cried out, feeling the way Draco would clench around him and the way he was moving and, fuck, it couldn't be any more perfect.
Harry's thrusts drove Draco into the mattress, his own cock trapped between his body and the surface. Draco rocked back and forth, meeting Harry's thrusts and rubbing his leaking cock against the covers. Harry's words were like his magic, crackling over Draco in waves that heightened the intensity of the feelings in his body.
Harry growled and snapped his hips again and again, the sound of their skin slapping together making him want to move faster. He thrust downward, searching for Draco's prostate. "Say my name," he groaned, hoping that he would find Draco's prostate and make him cry out at the same time.
"Harry!" Draco screamed as his lover found that spot inside him. "Harry fucking Potter!" he yelled again, gasping and trembling.
Harry threw his head back and let out a shout of complete bliss. He came then without any warning at all, calling out Draco's name and hoping that he didn't break the Silencing Charm.
Harry filled Draco, his cock buried deep within him, his come warm inside and his magic running through every nerve in his body. Draco came hard against the mattress, his own scream as wordless as it was emotional.
Harry stayed on his knees, panting heavily and smiling. His entire body felt hot and he was flushed and he felt wonderful. He might have rolled over onto his back beside Draco, but the bed was too narrow for that and so he stayed where he was. "Fucking hell, I love you," he said, still smiling.
Draco had one side of his face pressed into the mattress, his hair covering the other part, and he was wet with his and Harry's sweat. And it was fucking glorious. "Merlin, yes, I love you," he panted.
Harry let out a weak laugh and pulled out of Draco before lying on top of him, his legs bent at the knees and his head resting on Draco's back.
Draco lay shuddering beneath his lover. He could hear laughter from somewhere in the house. It suddenly dawned on him what that meant. The Silencing Charm had not held. He laughed weakly.
Harry heard the laughter too and groaned. "If we do that with Mrs Weasley here, she'll have a cow. I'm sure Fred and George are going to give us hell now."
"Worth it." Draco sighed contentedly.
Harry laughed. "Well, that's good," he said, kissing the skin in front of him.
Draco just wanted to curl up and go to sleep right then and there. He was happy, safe, alive and literally fucked into the mattress. He had no desire to move.
Harry didn't much feel like moving either, but he wasn't very comfortable in his current position. "Is there any way for me to lay up there with you? We can take a nap until everyone's here."
"I could transform the bed like I did at the other place," Draco answered. "But I think we have to get up first."
Harry groaned. "Can't I just scoot up there? I want to be close to you anyway." He yawned.
Draco nodded. "If we turn to fit lengthwise on the bed."
Harry crawled up on his hands and knees, which felt much harder than it usually did, and waited for Draco to move so that he could lay with him.
Draco pulled his legs up and reached for Harry, putting his face on the other boy's chest and wrapping a long leg around Harry's.
Harry sighed happily. "See, s'not so bad here," he said quietly, kissing Draco's hair.
Draco smiled against the flesh of Harry's chest, fingers splayed across it, soaking up the contact with him. He drifted to sleep that way.
Chapter Title: Serpent in the Burrow
Words: 3535 Words
Harry made it back to the room before Draco and threw himself down on his bed, lying on his stomach. He could hear Uncle Vernon's confused questions all the way from his room.
Draco closed the door and used his wand to Lock and Silence the room again. The noise from downstairs was gone. He placed his wand on the bedside table and lay down next to Harry, placing a soothing hand on his back.
Harry sighed. "Why isn't it tomorrow already?" he asked no one in particular. "I just want to go to Ron's and be done with all this."
Draco leaned forward so his lips were at Harry's ear. "For the moment," he whispered, "you and I are alone in a room to ourselves where no one can hear, see or disturb us. Do you really want to waste that?" He licked the edge of Harry's ear.
Harry smiled. "No," he said, shivering at Draco's touch.
***
Harry was so ready to leave, he couldn't believe it. He was standing outside with Draco, waiting for whoever was going to pick them up.
Draco hadn't slept well, but he certainly didn’t mind. He probably had a bit of an odd smile and an even stranger gait that morning. Harry was all energy and ready to move on with his life. Draco stood beside him, wondering if he could get away with hexing the Dursleys before they left.
"Nervous at all?" Harry asked Draco, bumping into him a bit with his hip.
Draco blinked, caught off guard and staggering a bit. "Too tired to be nervous." He smirked.
Harry laughed. "Well, good then, I guess," he said. "That was probably the loudest we'll be able to be for a while."
Draco winced, both at how loud they had been and at the reminder of where they were going next. He still couldn't believe he was actually going to be setting foot in, let alone sleeping under, the probably leaky roof of the Weasley clan.
"Ah, it's great over at the Burrow," Harry said, noticing Draco's look. "I'm sure you'll feel right at home ... after a bit."
Draco snorted before he had a chance to catch himself.
Harry shook his head. "Just don't be ... mean," he said warily. "I know you've been getting on with Ron all right, but the rest of them aren't used to you yet."
"Is that an order?" Draco raised an eyebrow.
Harry sighed. "No, it's not an order. I don't want to make you get along with everyone, but it would make me happy. So try, okay?" He kissed Draco on the cheek.
"Good. Then I will try," Draco said. "When are they showing up? Because I feel odd standing around out here."
"They should be here any minute. Ron said he would tell someone to come and get us ..." Harry said, looking up and down the street. "Any minute now ...."
There were suddenly two very loud cracks and Harry heard two familiar voices coming from behind a large bush.
Draco had his wand out in seconds, and then rolled his eyes when he saw who it was.
Fred and George strolled out from behind the bush, smiling widely.
"You needn't be afraid of us," Fred said to Draco, waving his wand away. "We won't hurt you. We swear." He caught sight of Harry. "Harry, old chap! How on earth have you been?" he asked cheerfully, slapping Harry on the back.
George moved forward too. "Yes, Harry. How have you been?"
Harry smiled and rolled his eyes. "Figures they'd send you two."
George gasped and Fred laid a hand over his heart. "That hurts, Harry, that hurts," he said mock-painfully.
Draco put his wand away and watched. He would never have admitted it, but he admired the twins. He was a prankster himself when he could be one, and they were the best at such things.
Harry snorted.
"So, you really are with this ... wonderful lad then?" Fred asked, slapping Draco on the back now.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Yes."
"Well, to each his own," said George, shrugging. The subject changed quicker than lightning. "So, have either of you looked at the new catalogue we just got out? Really terrific stuff in there. You should stop by the shop when you get over to Diagon Alley. Ron said you needed new robes, Harry."
"Erm, yeah, sure," said Harry.
"Great," said Fred. "You'll love it. We have a whole new defence line - totally modified, really useful."
Draco glared at Fred, not caring for the slap, but not sure what to say that wouldn't anger Harry.
Harry laughed. "Only you two would try to sell me something within the first five minutes of seeing me."
George laughed. "Business, my good man, business."
Fred smirked. "So, I suppose we should be going then? Unless you'd like to stand out on this Muggle street for a while?"
"No, let's go," said Harry quickly. "How're we getting there? Side-Along?"
"Well, he does catch on quick, doesn't he brother?" asked Fred.
"He's quite the genius," said George.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Shall we then?"
"Oh, I thought you'd never ask," said George in a high-pitched voice, holding out his arm.
Harry grabbed it, laughing.
Draco eyed Fred, waiting for him, since it seemed George was taking Harry.
"I promise I don't bite," Fred stage whispered to Draco, holding his arm out as well.
Harry threw Fred a look. Fred chuckled.
Draco smiled wickedly. "I do," he said, taking his arm.
Fred chuckled again. "Well, I do admire honesty," he said. "And I suppose Harry's neck is proof." He laughed.
George snickered, looking at Harry's neck as well.
Harry coloured and rolled his eyes again.
Draco chuckled, also flushing slightly when he too looked at Harry's neck.
"As fun as this is, can we go now?" asked Harry.
Fred laughed harder. "Well, the master has spoken. Shall we, George?"
"Ready when you are," said George.
"Hold on tightly - both of you," said Fred. "On the count of three ... One ... Two ... Three!"
They all Disapparated with two more loud cracks. There was the unpleasant feeling of being squeezed through associated with Apparation and, suddenly, they were standing in the Weasleys’ kitchen.
Draco looked around, immediately confused and a bit apprehensive. As was usual for him, that meant he looked dismissive and a bit cold.
"Ahhh, home, sweet home," said Fred happily walking over to the table and grabbing an apple. "Ron's up in his room - cleaning it up no doubt. Bloody slob that one, and he's only been home for a day!"
"I'm sure your guys' place is spic and span then?" Harry asked, eyebrow raised.
"Hey! That's work there!" said Fred.
"Sure," said Harry with an amused smile. "See you later." He grabbed Draco's arm and led him out of the kitchen to begin the climb up to Ron's room. "Ron's all the way at the top," he said.
Draco looked at the chaos around him and wisely kept his mouth shut. He allowed himself to be led up the narrow stairs.
When they finally reached the top, Harry knocked on Ron's door. There were loud footsteps and Ron emerged.
"I already told you, I don’t know where your bloody - oh, Harry!" he said, smiling. "I didn't know Fred and George had even left yet!" He slapped Harry on the back and then caught sight of Draco. "Malfoy," he said, nodding his head.
Draco nodded back, but didn't say anything. Instead, he wrinkled up his nose at the mess in front of him. This was not improving his image of the Weasleys.
Ron blushed at Draco's look. "Erm, I was just unpacking a bit," he said, stepping out into the hallway and closing his door. "Mum said you can both stay in my room, but," he cleared his throat oddly, "Fred and George aren't coming home to stay until the wedding, and that's not until a few weeks, so I thought you could, erm, have their room."
Harry nodded. "Great," he said. "Where is your mum?"
"Still at the hospital with Bill. I think Fleur's getting a bit annoyed with her, but she won't leave."
Draco could believe that. "So where is Fred and George's room and are our things already there?" he asked.
"I moved them in there earlier," Ron said, stepping around Draco. "C'mon, I'll show you."
Harry shrugged and he and Draco followed Ron down a few landings.
"This is it," Ron said, opening the door in front of him and stepping inside. "It's bunk beds, so .... Erm, your stuff's over there." He pointed to their trunks.
"Bunk beds?" Draco asked with a disbelieving smirk. Then he turned his head sideways, looking at the stacked beds. "Has possibilities," he added with a wink at Harry.
Harry turned red, but Ron turned even redder. "Ew," he let out quietly. "Er, well, I’m just gonna go and finish cleaning up .... You guys can get settled." And then he practically ran from the room.
"You love doing that to him, don't you?" asked Harry, shaking his head.
"Not about him," Draco said, closing the door and pushing Harry against it, deciding to add some fresh marks to the already purple ones on Harry's neck.
Harry was very much taken aback. He was still for a moment, but then relaxed against the door completely, tilting his head to give Draco more room. He let out a quiet moan.
Draco happily sucked at Harry's neck, right below the jaw line, his hand already working its way under Harry's over-sized Muggle shirt.
"Fuck, Draco," Harry whispered, his arms wrapping around Draco's waist to pull him closer.
"Sure, love, but maybe in the bed would be better than against the door." Draco chuckled, his fingers having located Harry's nipples.
"Ah!" Harry cried out, arching. "Yes, yes, fine, yes," he said, his hands finding their way to Draco's wonderful jeans-clad arse.
Draco's nimble fingers pinched Harry's nipples at the same time that he gently bit his earlobe.
Harry had no idea how they were going to get over to the bed if Draco didn't stop, but he didn't want him to. Harry was prepared to fuck on the floor if they had to.
Draco was panting against Harry now, the other boy's hands on his arse making him thrust against him. It was like striking a flame. He tasted Harry and he was burning with need, hard and ready for him already.
"Mmm, I wanna fuck," Harry whispered, thrusting into Draco as well. "Holy fucking shit, I wanna fuck so bad."
"Fuck me. I am yours," Draco gasped, rubbing himself against Harry like a cat in heat.
"Oh, Merlin," Harry gasped, grabbing Draco and thrusting into him harder. "Oh, fuck I'm going to-" Harry stopped in mid lust-filled sentence and ceased his movement completely.
Knock, knock.
He groaned. "And so it begins," he muttered, still holding Draco closely.
Draco didn't register what had happened. He was clutching Harry, rubbing against him, and suddenly Harry stopped. "What?" he moaned.
Harry waited, and sure enough there was another knock and then a, "Harry?" He raised an eyebrow. "That," Harry said shortly.
Draco's head fell forward, resting on Harry's shoulder. He ached so bad he thought he would pass out if Harry didn't fuck him right then. He took several shaky breaths and pushed away from him, going to stand by the beds. He held on to the frame, his back to the door as he tried to calm down.
Harry groaned quietly again and pushed off from the door to open it. Ginny was standing there, but when she caught sight of Harry, her eyes widened.
"Erm ... am I interrupting something?" she asked, eyebrows raised. She stood on tiptoe to see over Harry and get a look at Draco.
If Harry hadn't already been flushed, he would've right then. "No, it's okay. Er ... what do you want?"
"Well, I just thought I'd come and say hi .... Fred and George said they went and got you and then Ron said you were in here."
"Oh, well, hi," Harry said, still a bit breathless.
Ginny looked like she was trying to hold in a laugh. "Hi, Malfoy!" she called over Harry's shoulder.
Draco didn't really answer. He sighed and shook his head in response. He couldn't believe they had fucked only this morning and he was still this needy.
"Well, Mum'll be back soon and there's no way you guys are going to get any 'quiet time' with her around," Ginny continued. "Perhaps I should leave you alone for a while?"
Harry closed his eyes. He was so embarrassed. He shrugged.
Ginny laughed. "I'll take that as a yes then. Better make it quick, boys ... and I would put a Silencing Charm up. But don't get too loud; you could break the charm with all the mixed magic in the house. Bill made that mistake once ...."
Draco couldn't wait for her to leave. He couldn't decide if she was being helpful or sadistic.
She laughed once again. "Well ... have fun," she said, and she was off down the stairs again.
Harry heaved a huge sigh and closed the door behind her.
Draco didn't say a word. Instead, he began to strip, quickly, his back still turned.
Harry turned around and was shocked to see Draco ripping at his clothes. He chuckled, smirked and began throwing his own clothes off.
"The door, Harry," Draco said as he bent to strip his jeans and shorts off in one motion.
Harry was confused for a moment as he pulled his shirt off, but then he understood and stopped with the shirt so that the neck hole was around his head and holding his fringe back from his face. He leapt at the door and locked it with fumbling fingers, looking like the biggest idiot on the planet and not caring one bit.
Draco stood naked and trembling, waiting for Harry. He didn't even dare to look back over his shoulder. "Silencing Charm," he reminded him in a tight, quiet voice.
"Er, you have to do it," Harry said, ripping the shirt from his head and pulling off his jeans.
Draco bent and retrieved his wand, then turned back toward Harry. He was very clearly aroused and breathless. He had to concentrate a moment to remember the spell before casting it swiftly and then waiting.
Harry practically attacked Draco then, leaping forward like a lion leaping for his prey. He pulled him over to the bottom bunk, almost hitting his head as he did so.
Draco laid himself face down on the bed and spread his legs, hoping that it was what Harry wanted as well.
Harry didn't care what the hell they did as long as they were fucking. He was just about to Summon lube and then he let out a frustrated growl. "Draco, Summon the lube," he groaned, spreading Draco even wider with his hands.
Draco did as Harry said and then handed the jar of oil to him. "Where's your wand?" he asked, confused.
"I can't use magic until my birthday!" Harry let out. "I'm only sixteen until the end of July!" It wasn't something he really wanted to be talking about with Draco spread out in front of him. He began fumbling with the lid on the jar of lubricant.
Draco chuckled, lifting his arse higher, inviting Harry with his body.
"Oh, Merlin, fuck!" Harry yelled at the jar. He finally got it open and dipped his fingers in as fast as he could. He put the jar on the floor beside the bed and reached for Draco's arse quickly, slicking his hole and wishing it was his cock he was working in already.
"Yes, please," Draco begged, wriggling his arse in anticipation.
Harry moaned and pushed his fingers in and out a few times. He was glad Draco was used to it now and didn't need as much time anymore. "Fuck, you're so fucking hot," Harry moaned, slicking his own cock now.
"Yours," Draco gasped, pushing back. He flung his arms out on the bed, hand clutching at the covers. "Please fuck me," he panted.
Harry groaned, a low sound deep in his throat. He grabbed his cock and scooted forward so that he was right at Draco's entrance. He revelled in the feel of it for a moment before pushing in slowly.
Draco moaned, lifting his arse to accommodate Harry and pushing back against him.
Harry snapped his hips forward then. He really wouldn't ever get used to this. Draco would probably always make him feel this way, for the rest of his life. Harry moaned and pulled out almost all the way and then pushed back in again.
"Ahhh, yesss," Draco gasped, Harry's heat and power sending waves of pleasure up his spine and along his skin.
Harry gripped Draco's hips and began a steady rhythm, gasping and panting as he thrust. "Fuck, Draco. Your arse is so tight .... So ... fucking ... good." He would never cease to be amazed by how true that was. Harry was sure that no one could ever feel like Draco felt to him.
"Merlin, your cock fills me," Draco gasped, pushing back on each thrust. "Yes, Harry, oh yes!"
Harry babbled things after that that he didn't even understand as he slammed into Draco. "Oh fuck!" he cried out, feeling the way Draco would clench around him and the way he was moving and, fuck, it couldn't be any more perfect.
Harry's thrusts drove Draco into the mattress, his own cock trapped between his body and the surface. Draco rocked back and forth, meeting Harry's thrusts and rubbing his leaking cock against the covers. Harry's words were like his magic, crackling over Draco in waves that heightened the intensity of the feelings in his body.
Harry growled and snapped his hips again and again, the sound of their skin slapping together making him want to move faster. He thrust downward, searching for Draco's prostate. "Say my name," he groaned, hoping that he would find Draco's prostate and make him cry out at the same time.
"Harry!" Draco screamed as his lover found that spot inside him. "Harry fucking Potter!" he yelled again, gasping and trembling.
Harry threw his head back and let out a shout of complete bliss. He came then without any warning at all, calling out Draco's name and hoping that he didn't break the Silencing Charm.
Harry filled Draco, his cock buried deep within him, his come warm inside and his magic running through every nerve in his body. Draco came hard against the mattress, his own scream as wordless as it was emotional.
Harry stayed on his knees, panting heavily and smiling. His entire body felt hot and he was flushed and he felt wonderful. He might have rolled over onto his back beside Draco, but the bed was too narrow for that and so he stayed where he was. "Fucking hell, I love you," he said, still smiling.
Draco had one side of his face pressed into the mattress, his hair covering the other part, and he was wet with his and Harry's sweat. And it was fucking glorious. "Merlin, yes, I love you," he panted.
Harry let out a weak laugh and pulled out of Draco before lying on top of him, his legs bent at the knees and his head resting on Draco's back.
Draco lay shuddering beneath his lover. He could hear laughter from somewhere in the house. It suddenly dawned on him what that meant. The Silencing Charm had not held. He laughed weakly.
Harry heard the laughter too and groaned. "If we do that with Mrs Weasley here, she'll have a cow. I'm sure Fred and George are going to give us hell now."
"Worth it." Draco sighed contentedly.
Harry laughed. "Well, that's good," he said, kissing the skin in front of him.
Draco just wanted to curl up and go to sleep right then and there. He was happy, safe, alive and literally fucked into the mattress. He had no desire to move.
Harry didn't much feel like moving either, but he wasn't very comfortable in his current position. "Is there any way for me to lay up there with you? We can take a nap until everyone's here."
"I could transform the bed like I did at the other place," Draco answered. "But I think we have to get up first."
Harry groaned. "Can't I just scoot up there? I want to be close to you anyway." He yawned.
Draco nodded. "If we turn to fit lengthwise on the bed."
Harry crawled up on his hands and knees, which felt much harder than it usually did, and waited for Draco to move so that he could lay with him.
Draco pulled his legs up and reached for Harry, putting his face on the other boy's chest and wrapping a long leg around Harry's.
Harry sighed happily. "See, s'not so bad here," he said quietly, kissing Draco's hair.
Draco smiled against the flesh of Harry's chest, fingers splayed across it, soaking up the contact with him. He drifted to sleep that way.