To Give Everything

Harry woke up the next morning feeling just as tired as he felt the night before. He was right about needing to stay in for the day. So, instead of getting up when he heard Ron moving about, he pulled the sheets over his head, snuggling his pillow close.

"Harry, gotta get up," Ron said, giving his shoulder a shake.

"Staying in today," Harry mumbled, not pulling the sheet down.

"You can't just stay in bed," Ron complained.

"Don't feel good," Harry lied, peeking out and looking over at Ron. "Just need some more rest."

"What about breakfast?" Ron asked as if he thought not eating every meal would be fatal.

"I'll get some food later, Ron," Harry murmured, sighing.

Ron stood there for another minute. "Hermione says you're depressed."

"I'm fine," Harry said, not wanting to talk about this again. He pulled the sheet back over his head.

"You know this will just make her think she's right," Ron warned, gathering his things.

"Hermione would think it anyway, without me doing this," Harry said, looking out at his friend again. "What else does she think?"

Ron crossed his arms and huffed. "You've been acting, well, different."

"I'm not going to be suddenly alright after what happened," Harry replied, frowning at Ron. He wasn't sure if Ron was talking about how he was before or after what he had started up with Malfoy.

"Yeah, I know, but ..." Ron shrugged.

"Sorry it's taking me so long," Harry mumbled, shaking his head and laying back.

"It's not that," Ron admitted. "Just, well, if you want to talk about it or whatever, let me know. Okay?"

"I know, Ron, thanks," Harry said quietly, even though he really couldn't talk to Ron about what was going on.

Ron sighed again and left.

***

Potter wasn’t at breakfast. It annoyed Draco because he wanted to watch the other man squirm, cheeks paddled red and plug in his arse.

Then he wasn’t in morning classes, and Draco wanted to ask the Weasel or … Granger. He made a sarcastic comment about Potter thinking he was “too good” to join them. The Weasel told him where to "shove it" but gave him no information as to where Potter might be.

By afternoon classes, Draco was too distracted to pay attention and actually made a mistake – in Potions – of all things. He blamed Potter, of course, and vowed to punish him later. There had better be a later. He didn’t like to admit it, even to himself, but Draco was worried. Had he actually hurt Potter the night before? What could be wrong?

When Draco walked into the Great Hall for dinner and Potter was not at the Gryffindor table, the blond lost his appetite. He fought his way upstream against students going down to dinner. He couldn’t exactly knock on the door to the Gryffindor common room, so he headed for the hospital wing.

When he arrived, there was no messy head of dark hair. Instead, there was a blond Hufflepuff whose mates had cursed his face so his nose was upside-down. Draco was angry enough by now he was tempted to make the second year’s mouth match his nose, just to have someone to vent his wrath upon. Where the fuck was Potter?

Draco stomped out of there. He wanted to go to the Gryffindor tower and demand an explanation. But that would lead to questions he couldn’t answer. And he had Quidditch practise after supper. He was Team Captain and they had a match against Ravenclaw that Saturday. So he changed into his practise gear, grabbed his broom and met his team at the pitch.

***

After Ron left, Harry went back to sleep, waking up a little before lunch. He was hungry, but didn't really feel like getting out of bed. His arse was sore, but it was nothing as bad as before. He felt bad, not being able to continue for Malfoy like that and he wanted to make it up to him, but he wasn't sure how. At the moment all he seemed to be good at was sucking him off and he didn't think he was that good at that yet.

The only thing that Harry couldn't go through with yet was fucking. But how could he prepare himself for that? He remembered Malfoy saying something about him needing to be stretched more and that's what the thing in his arse was doing. But really, it wasn't as big as Malfoy's cock. So Harry decided that maybe it would be best to stretch himself.

He started with the device, moving it in and out of himself for a long time before he pulled it out completely. He dipped his fingers into the oil then and pushed them inside instead of the device. They were easier now to slide inside, he noticed, and that aroused him. But of course, there was no taking care of that. So, for the next hour or so he worked until he could slide three fingers inside, but stopped after that, feeling too sore to continue. But at least he did something.

Harry stayed in bed for the rest of the day, sneaking out just before dinner to get something to eat from the kitchens. Then he went right back to the dorms, eating and taking a shower. He remembered that Malfoy had Quidditch practise that night, and he thought about going, if only to see Malfoy with the rest of the Slytherins. So after everyone had come back from dinner, Harry pulled on his Invisibility Cloak and sneaked outside. He walked up to the stands, carefully sitting down. He watched the Slytherin team on their brooms, easily spotting Malfoy among them.

Draco took his anger out on his team. Tonight they could do nothing right. He flew circles around the pitch, sneering at them until one of the sixth year girls burst into tears. Finally, disgusted with them all, he sent them to the showers.

Harry watched the practise with a frown on his face, thinking that Malfoy was definitely too hard on his team. He thought they were trying their best and it wasn't fair to them.

Draco landed and threw his broom to the ground. He even kicked the box containing the balls.

Once they were alone, Harry pulled the cloak off, staring at Malfoy. "What's wrong?" he asked, loud enough for him to hear.

Draco startled and turned to see Potter standing there. He scowled and stormed over to the man. "Where the fuck have you been!?" he demanded.

"The dorms," Harry replied, his eyes widening when Malfoy rushed over.

Draco grabbed the front of the man’s shirt and hauled him close. "Doing what?"

"Sleeping most of the time," Harry said, not wanting to tell him what he was doing just yet. "I can't do that?"

"I didn't know where you were," Draco sneered. Then blushed. He couldn't admit he had been worried.

"Sorry," Harry said, not sure why Malfoy seemed to care.

Draco glanced around, not certain if his team might come back out. He dragged Potter under the stands and pushed him against one of the supports.

"I was just tired this morning," Harry started to explain, not wanting Malfoy to be too upset with him.

Draco felt a mixture of anger and relief. He didn't know what to say so he brought his mouth over Potter's in a kiss so hard it probably hurt.

The kiss was surprising and Harry just let Malfoy take over, guessing that he needed to take control again after losing it for the day.

Draco thrust his tongue into Potter's mouth, his hand twisted in the man’s hair and his body against him.

Harry eventually started to respond, trying to shift himself closer to Malfoy so that not so much of his arse was pressed against the beam behind him.

Draco kept him pinned but pulled his head back enough to look at him. "Don't do that again," he insisted. "I didn't like not knowing where you were or what was happening."

"How was I supposed to tell you that I wanted to stay in bed?" Harry asked, liking the swollen feel of his lips.

Draco frowned. "Well, you have to be careful not to draw attention to yourself," he warned.

"I was careful," Harry murmured.

"If you stay in bed, people will notice," Draco said. "If it comes to it, it would be better to take a Healing Potion after. I'll give you extras."

"It's not like I'll need to stay in bed every time," Harry huffed quietly, blushing at the thought of seeming so weak.

Draco released Harry's shirt and slid his hand down and around back, squeezing his arse. "Still hurt?" he asked, voice breathy with excitement at the idea.

Harry winced and nodded quickly. "Yes, those hits were hard."

"And it's still inside you?" Draco asked, fingers moving down the crevice, feeling through the trousers for the base of the device.

Harry's eyes fell closed a little, breathing in deeply. "Yes," he whispered.

Draco wanted him now. Didn't want to wait. And the idea of being under the stands was exciting, too. "I have to punish you for today," he whispered.

"Why?" Harry asked, frowning. "I said sorry."

Draco didn't answer but turned the man around. "Drop them," he insisted.

Harry bit his lip, but slowly went to undo his trousers, pushing them down a little hesitantly.

Draco gasped at view of the man’s still bruised arse. He cupped it with both hands, pinching.

Harry made a soft uncomfortable noise, bracing his hands against the beam.

Draco couldn't resist. He sunk to his knees and began to lick and nibble Harry's arse.

Harry gasped in surprise and looked over his shoulder at Malfoy.

Draco was lost in the taste of that flesh, loving the little noises Potter made. He took the base of the device and twisted it.

Harry bit his lip harder and groaned, his back arching slightly.

"You like this, don't you?" Draco demanded. He bit down on a sore cheek.

Harry nodded with a small whimper, his cock hard yet again.

Draco stood back up, unlacing his uniform trousers and pushing them down. He cast a Lubrication Charm and then pressed his cock along the crevice of that lovely arse, rubbing.

For a moment Harry thought Malfoy was going to try and fuck him then and there, but when he didn't pull the device out Harry realised that wasn't the case. But he liked it, nonetheless.

Draco rubbed his shaft between the man’s arse cheeks, pushing lightly against the bruises. "You want me don't you, want my prick inside you?" he growled.

As much as it hurt before, Harry couldn't deny that he wanted to try it again. "Yes, Sir," Harry answered in reply, bending over a little more for him.

Draco held Potter's hip with one hand and wrapped his other arm around the man, fingers closing around the man's cock. "Yes, going to slide deep inside you, push you over the edge," Draco said as he rutted against him.

"Yes, please," Harry moaned again, thrusting into Malfoy's hand. "Can I come with you?"

Draco was panting, pushing against Potter's arse, cock sliding between his cheeks. "Yes," he gasped.

Harry’s breathing became erratic and his hips moving faster. "Close," he gasped.

It was amazing how much not just Potter's body, but his desire, aroused Draco. He shuddered, emptying his seed between the man’s cheeks.

Harry came seconds later with a small cry, trying to be as quiet as possible since he remembered where they were.

Draco pressed his face against the back of the Potter’s head, enjoying the feel and smell of his hair. He didn't move away until he felt a chill on his naked arse. He cast Cleaning Charms for both of them and reached to straighten his clothes.

Harry stepped back then and reached to pull his trousers up as well, feeling happy and very satisfied.

"Don't skive off classes again," Draco warned. "We don't want anyone to notice something's different."

Harry sighed, but nodded. "They already think I'm depressed or whatever."

Draco stepped closer again, looking into Potter’s face. "Are you?"

"I dunno ... I mean." Harry paused, trying to think it over. "No, I don't think I am. They can't possibly think though, that I'm just going to bounce back after what happened."

Draco understood that. His parents seemed to expect that of him. He hid his own dark and angry feelings from them, using The Room instead to channel them. He nodded. "Tomorrow then."

Harry nodded, picking up his cloak. "Tomorrow then, Malfoy," he said, smiling before he pulled it over his head, disappearing.

Draco still found it oddly both disturbing and exciting when Potter did that. He nodded and went to gather his gear, putting the box of balls back in the equipment shed, and then headed to the dungeons. He couldn't help the small smile on his face as he did.

What Malfoy didn't know was that Harry stayed where he was, watching him as he put everything away. He was feeling something … odd when he looked at Malfoy, something he couldn't quite explain. He didn't think it was because of the sex. He stood there until Malfoy was done, smiling and following him back into the castle. Whatever it was, he liked it. A lot.