The Erotic Adventures of Potter And Malfoy

Chapter 6

Stretching like a contented cat, Harry Potter slowly awoke and smiled in the thin January sunlight. Last night had been memorable, to say the least. With the few remaining people in the castle generally smashed out of their heads on Butterbeer and Ogden’s Firewhiskey, having attended the party for New Years, Harry and Draco had snuck away un-noticed and wrapped themselves up in thick woolly blankets and Warming Charms, cuddling in each others arms and watching stars at the top of the Astronomy Tower. They had been slightly drunk, but it had only served to heighten their enjoyment of each other. They walked back, holding hands and occasionally pushing each other up against walls for a kiss. They had walked back to Harry’s room again, Draco’s dormitory being full of passed-out Slytherins, and had had sex again, with Draco’s hand over Harry’s mouth to quieten his cries of pleasure.

Harry reached down slowly and stroked his boyfriend awake. Draco, blinking bemused, sleepy eyes and pushing back his messed up hair, rolled onto his side and Harry wrapped himself around him, content and happy.
“I could stay like this all day,” he said, running his hanrougrough Draco’s hair lovingly.
“Mmm…yes. Pity Hogwarts doesn’t have room service, you know.” Harry stretched again, his naked skin sliding against Draco’s smooth back.
“Oi, stop it, you,” Draco said huskily “If you keep rubbing yourself frantically against me like that, you’re going to arouse me horribly and then there’s nothing for it but frenzied sex. Terribly sorry, but that’s how it goes.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” replied Harry and he did it again. Draco twisted round to he was facing Harry.
“We will never get out of bed, you do understand me” Draco said, his words interspersed with kisses. “And my stomach might actually try to punch its way out of my body and find food of its own accord if we do that, so stop it.” He pouted adorably and hauled his lean, pale form out of Harry’s warm bed. Harry sighed and followed suit, and they reached for their robes, which they’d folded and put on Harry’s trunk, and dressed quickly in the flowing black.

When they reached the Great Hall, hand in hand, it was to find it practically empty, with most of the remaining students in bed nursing hangovers. The exception was Ron and Hermione, sitting at the far end of the Gryffindor table, talking with their heads close together and eating maple syrup-drenched pancakes. Ron looked up with narrowed eyes as Harry and Draco walked over to them and sat. Hermione put a restraining hand on Ron’s arm, as Harry doled out pancakes for him and Draco.
“Good night?” asked Hermione innocently. Harry looked at her carefully before replying.
“It was lovely. You? What did you two do?”
“Oh, me and Ron got sick and tired of people being sick in here, so we went to the library and talked by the windows in the dark. Very romantic and all that.” Harry nodded in agreement, but Ron was avoiding Harry’s eyes.
“Ron?” asked Harry.
“Harry?” asked Ron.
“Ron, what’s the matter?” Harry leaned forward, trying to look at his best friend’s face, but Ron was having none of it.
“Obviously the Weasel is not happy.” Draco drawled, running his fingers over Harry’s arm and Harry shot him a warning look.
“Please Draco…”
“Oh, so its Draco now, is it?” asked Ron in a low voice.
“What do you mean, Ron?” Harry looked from Ron to Draco, then to Hermione who shook her head wearily and then back to Ron. “Ron, what is all this about?”
“Harry, you’re fucking a goddamn Malfoy. A Malfoy, Harry! His father’s a Death Eater, we know that. And what that family did to Ginny! In her first year! How can you do it, Harry? Didn’t you stop to consider how we’d feel?”
“How...you’d feel, Ron? I know you’re having trouble dealing with this, because I eavesdropped on you this morning. But you think I should have stopped to consider you?”

Draco frowned at Ron and looped his arm protectively through Harry’s, but Harry pushed him off in anger and stood up, facing Ron directly.
“I don’t care if his father is a Death Eater, because I’m not in love with his father, I’m in love with him. I can’t believe you, Ron. You might at least have tried to be happy for me. But you can’t accept it, can you?” Ron sat in a stunned silence for a second.
“You love him? You love a Malfoy?” he asked incredulously. He stood up as well and glared at Harry. “You’re a fool,” he said “to be able to fall for something like that.”
“Like that?” Draco put in, standing up as well and squaring up to Ron, anger flashing off him like steam. “What, am I not good enough for Harry? Do you really think that, being who you are? A Weasley? Look at you, second hand robes, second hand books. Your entire ginger family couldn’t afford one room...”
“Stop it!” shouted Harry, moving into the middle of them “Draco, please, just stop it, and you too, Ron. I don’t want this.” Ron ignored him and moved around the edge of the table towards Malfoy, pulling his wand out of his pocket.
“Don’t talk about my family, Malfoy, you fucking git. Harry, I don’t know how you can stand to look at him, let alone let him touch you. It’s disgusting, what you’re doing.” Harry’s eyes narrowed, but Malfoy got there first.
“It’s disgusting is it, Weasley? Well, I don’t think it is, really. I think it’s disgusting that you’re still jealous that Harry’s more appealing than you are. Hell, it’s not just the fame, you’re jealous of, is it Weasley? It’s his looks, the fact that he’s so much more popular. That he’s on the Quidditch team and you’re not, because you’re the worst flier I have evern, an, and I’ve seen Crabbe and Goyle fly. Lets face it, you’re just jealous of Harry, and I think you resent my relationship with him, because then you wont be able to hang around and bleed off him any more.”

A ringing silence fell as Harry gazed at Draco and saw that he looked perfectly composed, although he was trembling slightly and his eyes were flashing brilliantly with anger. Ron looked worse, his face almost as red as his hair with utter fury. He couldn’t speak for a moment, and when he tried, a sharp hissing escaped his mouth instead of words. He levelled his wand. Draco took his own wand out of his robe pocket.
“You’ll pay for that one, Malfoy,” he said and took a deep breath to shout the incantation.
“Expelliarmus!” shrieked a voice and both wands soared through the air to Hermione who caught them both and stuck them in her pocket.
“Hermione!” thundered Ron.
“I am not having you two hexing each other into oblivion in here, we’ll get into awful trouble,” she said and moved around the far end of the table. Ron glared at her and then, without warning leapt at Malfoy, fists whirring wildly. Malfoy simply dodged out of the way and Ron crashed heavily to the floor and lay moaning in pain for a minute, while Draco cocked his head.
“Poor accuracy,” he said and Ron snarled and pushed himself up. This time he landed one good punch in Malfoy’s stomach and both boys crashed back to the ground. They rolled over, Ron on top and Draco, with Ron kicking and punching and Draco simply trying to block the blows and get out of the way. Harry waded into the whirling ball of limbs and hauled Ron out by the neck of his robes, pinning him face down on the floor.
“Leave him alone, Ron! It’s not your business. Fuck, I can’t believe you just hit him!” Harry pulled his own wand out of his pocket and before Hermione could disarm he had pointed it at Ron. “Petrificus Totalis!” he yelled.

Ron’s arms and legs snapped to his side and he lay rigid on the floor, as Harry ran to Draco and knelt by his side. Draco had a cut lip and looked in pain from some blow of Ron’s. He sat up and coughed heavily. Harry put an arm under Draco’s shoulders and helped him to his feet before embracing him closely. He put his face in Draco’s neck and felt hands clutch at his shoulders. Harry turned his head and gently pressed his lips to Draco’s hurt ones, before disentangling himself and standing over Ron.
“I love him, Ron. Why can’t you just accept that?” he snarled, before turning away and walked slowly with Draco out of the Great Hall, leaving Hermione to remove the curse.

Thankfully Madame Pomfrey never asked too many questions and she patched up Draco without blinking so much as an eyelid, though she did raise an eyebrow when Draco refused to let her heal the scratches on his back. Harry brought his own hand up and touched the slowly healing bite mark on his shoulder, his eyes caught Draco’s and they grinnedeacheach other. Having assured Draco he was healed, Madame Pomfrey let them go, and they wandered back hand in hand, not seeing anyone on their way back to Gryffindor Tower and Harry’s bed.