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In The Dark
Chapter Number/Total: 6/40
Chapter Title: In The Dark
Words: 3773 Words
After what felt like an hour, they were finally in their room and Harry gently lowered himself to the edge of the bed, sighing with relief again.
Draco pulled down the covers. "Can you slide in? It might be easier to lie on your stomach since your backside is so sensitive," he said.
Harry nodded, pushing himself into bed gently and laying on his stomach like Draco had suggested. Now that he was still again, he felt like he could feel the air against his back. Not just the coolness of it, or the heat, but the actual air. They should definitely not use so much in the future.
Draco pulled the covers up to Harry's thighs. "It may only be comfortable to this level," he said, and then walked around to the other side, pulling the covers down for himself and lying on his back. He reached out his hand again for Harry's, feeling odd not curling up to him.
Harry frowned, thinking the same thing as Draco. "Despite the amazing sex, unless this wears off soon, I don't think I'm going to sleep very well tonight," he said, taking Draco's hand, his head turned towards him.
"I took Pepper-up Potion," Draco huffed, "so I'm not likely to sleep either."
Harry sighed. "Well, I might be out sooner than you, but we were both Ennervated," he said, "so I probably won't sleep for at least a little while."
"So what do we do in the meantime?" Draco laughed.
Harry grinned. "Is there any particular reason we can't touch each other?" he asked.
Draco grinned too. "I can't think of any other than it is likely to make us want to fuck again."
Harry snorted. And then smirked. "Well, it may not be the most coordinated fuck, but what else have we got to do? Maybe it'll push it out of our systems."
Laughing, Draco said, "Be my guest. You get to be on top."
Harry laughed too. "I hope you don't mind me lying completely on top of you then, because I doubt I'll be able to lift myself up much."
"Sideways?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Sure," Harry said, chuckling at how they were planning out a fuck.
"I wonder what being sucked would feel like right now?" Draco asked, his cock filling quickly at the idea.
Harry grinned again. "Your cock was the one slathered with the potion," he said, waggling his eyebrows.
Draco spread his legs and smiled.
Harry let out a delighted laugh and began scooting down the bed on his stomach, moving towards the space between Draco's legs.
"Be gentle with me," Draco said softly.
Harry nodded, moving close and laying a very soft kiss to the skin of Draco's balls, smiling.
Draco shivered. It was such a strong sensation from such a light touch.
Harry kept eyes on Draco's face as he reached up and, as gently as he could, took Draco's erection in his hand, kissing it with that same softness as the first.
Draco gasped. "Yesss!" he hissed.
Harry raised his eyebrows and added just the slightest bit of tongue, dragging it lightly and slowly across Draco's skin.
Draco groaned, shuddering and grasping the covers.
Well, one thing was most definitely certain - this potion was very, very strong. Harry wondered if he should even suck Draco at all, not knowing if that might be too much for him.
"Don't stop!" Draco moaned.
Harry's heart began beating quicker with Draco's reaction. He kissed and licked the skin of Draco's cock, getting closer and closer to the head of it.
"Harry," Draco moaned again, his head thrashing. "Yes, yes!"
Harry pulled back and stared at Draco hotly for a moment before lowering his mouth very, very gently over the head of his cock, not doing anything with his tongue yet.
"I love your mouth, your tongue," Draco moaned.
Harry took that to mean Draco wanted his tongue. He pressed it into the slit, much softer than he would have normally, and sucked as gently as he could, barely sucking at all.
"Your tongue, yes," Draco encouraged. "Soft and slick. Lick me." He sighed, eyes closed as everything narrowed to those feelings.
Hearing Draco's words, Harry smiled around his cock. He swirled his tongue slowly along Draco's skin, loving the effortless pleasure he was giving him.
"So good," Draco crooned, reaching his hand up to stroke his own chest too.
"Mmm," Harry hummed in agreement, not even thinking of what the vibrations might do to Draco. He was lost in sucking him off, even if he was hardly doing anything.
"Gods!" Draco trembled. "So, so good!" He could feel Harry's hum all the way up his spine.
Harry moved his mouth down further, taking more of Draco in. He pressed his tongue just a bit firmer against his skin, giving his cock very gentle strokes with his hand at the base of it.
Harry's touch was soft and exciting. So maybe Draco wouldn't kill Fred and George. "Yes," he said, running soft fingers through his lover's hair.
Harry moaned again as Draco touched his hair. His own cock was hard and throbbing and Draco was the most gorgeous sight he could imagine. He sucked his cock like it was a delicate sweet of some sort as he moved teasing, dry fingers to rub against his entrance.
"Yes, oh Gods!" Draco gasped, and pushed against the fingers.
Harry had no idea where the sudden energy to do nearly effortless wandless magic was coming from, but then again, sex did always seem to have quite an effect on him. No matter how he did it, his fingers were suddenly slick and he pushed them gently past that tight ring, loving the feel of it.
"Ahhh," Draco sighed, reaching his left hand up to pull on his own nipple as Harry's mouth and fingers made him shudder.
Harry pushed his fingers in and out of Draco with a bit more force than he was using with his cock, as his cock was far more sensitive at the moment. He lifted his mouth off of Draco and looked up at him with dark eyes. "Still up for a fuck?" he asked, his fingers buried inside Draco's arse.
"Oh, please, yes," Draco answered, opening his eyes to look down at his beautiful husband.
Harry grinned and removed his fingers before crawling back up the bed and lying on his side, facing Draco. He reached his hand down and coated his own cock in lube as he leaned forward to kiss, shivering at just the simple feel of the sheets and mattress against a bit of the back of his body.
"Facing me or should I roll over?" Draco smiled, shivering.
"Whatever you think you can handle," Harry said, grinning.
Draco was panting, his cock twitching. "Facing." He smiled again, knowing that doing it this way would cause Harry to rub against his sensitive skin and cock.
"As you wish," Harry said quietly, a soft smile on his face as he moved forward to capture Draco's lips with his own again, sighing at the contact.
Draco licked and kissed at Harry's mouth. He bent his leg, spreading himself for his lover. "I want your cock inside me, your body sliding against me," he whispered against his lips.
Harry nearly moaned just from the sound of Draco's voice. "Yes," he whispered in return, moving closer so that their skin was touching. He wrapped an arm around Draco's back, positioning him for an easier entry.
The feeling of Harry's chest against his made Draco arch and shiver. He could even feel the soft hairs on Harry's belly.
Harry slid down Draco's body a bit and grasped his own cock, moving his hand from Draco's back down to his arse and pulling him forward a bit more to move up and inside him. He closed his eyes and gasped as he entered his lover. And knowing what all this sliding around was doing to Draco seemed to heighten his own pleasure.
Draco moaned at the feel of Harry's cock pushing inside him and his skin sliding over his, both sensations intense. He slid his arm around Harry to caress his back.
"Oh, fuck," Harry whispered as Draco's hand made contact with his back, sending shivers along his spine. He thrust forward, fucking Draco with slow strokes.
"Yes, fuck me, beautiful," Draco gasped as he rubbed against Harry. He ran his hand along his lover's spine, feeling the muscles of his back.
Harry smiled gently at being called beautiful. It never ceased to amaze him that Draco thought he was. He gasped and moaned as those fingers ran down his skin, almost more intense than having his cock inside Draco - almost.
Draco shifted so that his cock rubbed against Harry's belly more at each thrust of his lover into him. He reached down, cupping Harry's arse and squeezing the firm flesh.
Harry cried out, clinging to Draco. "Yes," he gasped. "Merlin, yes, Draco." He continued thrusting into him, trying to rub as much as he could against his chest.
The skin of his chest and his nipples almost felt on fire. Every thrust from Harry sent the magic inside him crackling, and the press of Harry's belly against Draco's oversensitive cock was amazing. Draco reached as far as he could, grateful for longer arms, and pressed his finger into Harry's entrance.
Harry very well might have gone cross-eyed. "Oh, fuck!" he cried, throwing his head back. His hole convulsed around Draco's finger and he knew a few more thrusts would finish him off.
"Yessss!" Draco hissed, gasping as Harry's magic rippled inside him and over him, pushing him over the edge. The feeling of his own hot come shooting between them was almost too much and he moaned, thrusting his finger deeper into Harry.
Harry came not a moment after, the feel of that one finger in him was enough to make him tremble and pant and moan. "Draco!" he screamed with one last thrust of his hips, shaking in his husband's arms.
Trembling from his own orgasm, Draco was rocked again by Harry's magic as he came too. Sensation blurred into white heat until he no longer could feel one part of his body from another.
Harry was once again left feeling weak and oversensitive, panting and holding onto Draco like he might never let him go.
Draco wasn't sure if he passed out or not. He felt like he was floating, warm, secure and happy in Harry's arms.
Harry's breathing evened out until it was almost as if he were sleeping, but he was still very aware of Draco surrounding him in every way possible. "I love you," he whispered, not knowing if Draco would be able to hear him or not.
"Mmm, yes," Draco murmured at the sound of Harry's voice and his breath against his face.
"I'm tired," Harry whispered next, finding that it was very true.
Draco's finger slipped back so that his hand rested comfortably on one cheek of Harry's arse and he relaxed, feeling himself drifting off.
Harry didn't even bother moving at all. He simply stayed right like he was: pressed closely and happily to Draco's body, and very soon, he was asleep as well.
***
Draco's eyes popped open with a start, his breathing fast and his muscles tense. Harry's body was still pressed against him, if not into him anymore. Draco was shivering and he thought maybe it was just that they had fallen asleep uncovered. Yet, he was sweating too. Another damn nightmare, he realised. They had been getting more frequent and more intense. He breathed through his nose, trying to calm himself down.
Harry cracked his eyes open slowly and blinked a few times, wondering what exactly had woken him. He saw Draco right in front of his face with his eyes open and figured it must have been him - then he noticed the shivering and the sweating. He frowned worriedly and brought a hand up to smooth Draco's hair from his face. "Okay, love?" he whispered.
Draco took a deep breath and smiled. "Cold," he said. "Let's pull the covers up. I think the potion has worn off."
Harry somehow didn't think that being cold was all that was the matter with Draco, but he nodded, reaching down and feeling around for the blankets. He covered them both up and moved close to Draco again. "Sure you're all right?" he asked, voice quiet.
"Fine," Draco said, snuggling under the covers.
Harry frowned again and was silent for a few moments, almost deciding to leave it, but he knew Draco would never leave anything when he was suspicious of there being something wrong with Harry. "Would you lie to me?" he asked, voice quiet again.
Draco huffed. "Never about anything that I felt you needed to know," he replied softly, closing his eyes.
"So then you admit you're lying to me now," Harry said with a small sigh.
"I didn't say that," Draco said. "Go back to sleep."
Harry frowned at Draco for a few more moments and just stared at him, a crease between his eyebrows and one on his forehead. "Git," he whispered, closing his eyes, but the frown didn't leave his face.
Draco waited to see if Harry would let it go or press further, pretending to be asleep in the meantime.
Harry huffed when Draco didn't answer and simply lay there awake, trying to get back to sleep like he thought Draco had.
Harry's rapid breathing and heartbeat told Draco that he was not asleep and probably angry. He sighed. "It really isn't anything important," he said softly.
Harry opened his eyes again. "Then what's the big deal about telling me?" he asked.
Draco's face coloured, and he gave a small shrug. "I had a nightmare," he whispered. In the back of his mind he could hear his father's voice chastising him for being afraid of his own dreams.
Harry sighed and hugged Draco closer. "I know all about those," he said quietly, kissing his cheek. It was what he had figured had been wrong with Draco, with the cold sweat and all. "What about?"
"Tonight?" Draco shrugged. "Just fears I guess."
"You have them often?" Harry asked, petting Draco's hair.
Draco's breathing hitched at the question. He was afraid to admit it. "Father said they showed I was a coward," he said.
Harry frowned angrily. "That's stupid," he said. "You don't have control over your own subconscious. And if what he said was true, then I would be quite the coward."
"I thought yours were from Voldemort," Draco said. "That's different."
"I have regular nightmares too," Harry countered. "They are quite my own."
Draco looked into Harry's eyes as if measuring and he saw no deceit in them. He frowned. "What are they about?"
Harry gave a small shrug. "Sometimes fighting, sometimes the old one of my mother screaming, sometimes just plain old nightmares about Voldemort that don't come from him. I don't enjoy them, but ... you know, I expect to have them. I'm not afraid of him ... but I am, I guess, in some ways. It's hard to explain."
Draco nodded, thinking. "I have always been ... prone to them," he said, still flushed at admitting it.
"It's nothing to be ashamed about," Harry said softly. "I've always had them."
"Even before you started Hogwarts?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded. "I didn't exactly have ... a wonderful childhood," he said. "I mean, I know some kids had it far worse than me, but it was far from great, or anything close to being great."
Draco's fingers stroked dark locks off Harry's face and watched him as he spoke. "You were raised by the Dursleys?" he asked. "Were they always like that?"
"Like what?" Harry asked. "Arseholes?"
Draco nodded, not quite sure how much he wanted to know, but wanting to understand his husband. He had always wondered about his life outside of Hogwarts.
"Yeah," Harry said quietly, nodding. "They've always been that way."
"What did they do when you had nightmares?" Draco asked, remembering his own punishments.
"They yelled at me if I cried," Harry said quietly. "Ignored me. Locked me in my ... in the cupboard until I stopped."
"Cupboard?" Draco asked.
Harry gave a very small humourless laugh, realising that he'd never talked to anyone about this. "Yeah. The cupboard under the stairs. I was locked in there all the time until I was eleven." He made it sound like it wasn't a big deal, and he'd grown used to living there himself, but thinking of letting his own child cry after a nightmare in the dark where there were creepy crawly bugs and spiders disturbed him quite a bit.
Draco was speechless for a minute, unable to think of an appropriate reply. He remembered the cupboard where he had found Mrs Dursley after the attack and couldn't imagine Harry as a small child locked in there. "It's probably a good thing you didn't tell me this before we went there," he finally said, "because I think I would have killed them myself."
Harry was a bit surprised at Draco's reaction. "It wasn't ... that bad," he said. "I got my own room when they found out I was a wizard. I think they were afraid of me, or maybe afraid of Dumbledore." Harry didn't say how they had locked him in the room too.
"I was only locked up when I was bad," Draco said. "I told my nanny that I had a nightmare. She held me and told me it was all right. She must have told Father, because by suppertime she was gone and I was locked in the root cellar for the night." Draco told it all staring off at nothing, remembering.
"A cellar?" Harry asked, mouth slightly open. "At least I was in the main house." He held Draco even closer.
Draco nodded. "I think I preferred the beatings to the cellar. It was dark and full of spiders."
Harry winced. "So was the cupboard," he said. "You were beat for having nightmares?" he asked quietly.
"Not too much," Draco said. "I learned not to talk about them. Mostly I was punished for being cowardly or too willful."
Harry glared, but not at Draco. "I guess we were always more similar than we thought," he said quietly. "Well, it's not really the same, but some things are, I suppose. I was never punished for being too cowardly; I actually got in trouble when I fought back. I was punished a lot for things I didn't understand, like turning my teacher's wig blue, or making my hair grow back. I didn't know what was doing that, but they locked me up and Uncle Vernon did hit me sometimes."
Draco kissed his forehead. "Your wild magic started young then?" he asked. "It's very impressive."
Harry gave him a gentle smile. "I think I even managed to Apparate once."
"Really?" Draco's eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up. "What happened? When?"
"In school," Harry said with a small shrug. "Dudley and his friends were having a game of 'Harry Hunting'. It was not a very fun game and often included my glasses being broken and a black eye. I went to leap behind a bin to get away and suddenly I was on the school roof. No idea how I got up there."
Draco laughed. "Did you know how to get down again?" he asked, feeling that swelling in his heart that was his admiration for Harry.
Harry snorted. "The teachers found me. They were so bloody angry. I thought the wind caught me mid-jump and carried me up there." He laughed at his own childish idea.
Draco's fingers continued to stroke his husband's hair and trail over his cheeks and jaw. A look of adoration was in his grey eyes as he gazed at Harry. "Has anyone ever explained to you how your magic is different from most wizards'?"
Harry shook his head no. "I didn't know it was," he said. "I've never really been able to do anything amazing. My marks aren't nearly as good as Hermione's, or yours for that matter."
"Grades?" Draco snorted. "I get nearly perfect grades and still can't do the things you can."
Harry snorted too. "I didn't know I could do them," he said. "I suppose you awoke some sort of beast in me," he said, his eyes sparkling.
Draco smirked. "The sleeping lion, I suppose," he whispered. "For most of us, even if magic is there, it takes work to use it. I suppose it is a lot like learning to walk or talk. We have the ability but not the training to make it happen. With you, the magic happens. It is more like you say, trying to tame the wild beast."
"I don't know why it would be that way," Harry said with a shrug. "I'm nothing special."
"Nothing special?" Draco shook his head. "Raised in a cupboard by imbeciles, but still kind and strong. Not trained in magic until you are eleven and already able to do things most wizards will never achieve. Harry, if you are nothing special, then we are all worthless."
Harry smiled gently again. "That's another thing Dumbledore said about me." He paused. "He said that I'm amazing because I'm still able to love after the life I've had. I don't know what's so amazing about that." He leaned in and pressed his nose to Draco’s. "I think it's pretty easy to love."
Draco smiled, eyes closing as he inhaled the scent and warmth of his husband. "Definitely your greatest magic," he whispered.
"And what Voldemort has none of," Harry said, closing his eyes as well and squeezing Draco.
Chapter Title: In The Dark
Words: 3773 Words
After what felt like an hour, they were finally in their room and Harry gently lowered himself to the edge of the bed, sighing with relief again.
Draco pulled down the covers. "Can you slide in? It might be easier to lie on your stomach since your backside is so sensitive," he said.
Harry nodded, pushing himself into bed gently and laying on his stomach like Draco had suggested. Now that he was still again, he felt like he could feel the air against his back. Not just the coolness of it, or the heat, but the actual air. They should definitely not use so much in the future.
Draco pulled the covers up to Harry's thighs. "It may only be comfortable to this level," he said, and then walked around to the other side, pulling the covers down for himself and lying on his back. He reached out his hand again for Harry's, feeling odd not curling up to him.
Harry frowned, thinking the same thing as Draco. "Despite the amazing sex, unless this wears off soon, I don't think I'm going to sleep very well tonight," he said, taking Draco's hand, his head turned towards him.
"I took Pepper-up Potion," Draco huffed, "so I'm not likely to sleep either."
Harry sighed. "Well, I might be out sooner than you, but we were both Ennervated," he said, "so I probably won't sleep for at least a little while."
"So what do we do in the meantime?" Draco laughed.
Harry grinned. "Is there any particular reason we can't touch each other?" he asked.
Draco grinned too. "I can't think of any other than it is likely to make us want to fuck again."
Harry snorted. And then smirked. "Well, it may not be the most coordinated fuck, but what else have we got to do? Maybe it'll push it out of our systems."
Laughing, Draco said, "Be my guest. You get to be on top."
Harry laughed too. "I hope you don't mind me lying completely on top of you then, because I doubt I'll be able to lift myself up much."
"Sideways?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Sure," Harry said, chuckling at how they were planning out a fuck.
"I wonder what being sucked would feel like right now?" Draco asked, his cock filling quickly at the idea.
Harry grinned again. "Your cock was the one slathered with the potion," he said, waggling his eyebrows.
Draco spread his legs and smiled.
Harry let out a delighted laugh and began scooting down the bed on his stomach, moving towards the space between Draco's legs.
"Be gentle with me," Draco said softly.
Harry nodded, moving close and laying a very soft kiss to the skin of Draco's balls, smiling.
Draco shivered. It was such a strong sensation from such a light touch.
Harry kept eyes on Draco's face as he reached up and, as gently as he could, took Draco's erection in his hand, kissing it with that same softness as the first.
Draco gasped. "Yesss!" he hissed.
Harry raised his eyebrows and added just the slightest bit of tongue, dragging it lightly and slowly across Draco's skin.
Draco groaned, shuddering and grasping the covers.
Well, one thing was most definitely certain - this potion was very, very strong. Harry wondered if he should even suck Draco at all, not knowing if that might be too much for him.
"Don't stop!" Draco moaned.
Harry's heart began beating quicker with Draco's reaction. He kissed and licked the skin of Draco's cock, getting closer and closer to the head of it.
"Harry," Draco moaned again, his head thrashing. "Yes, yes!"
Harry pulled back and stared at Draco hotly for a moment before lowering his mouth very, very gently over the head of his cock, not doing anything with his tongue yet.
"I love your mouth, your tongue," Draco moaned.
Harry took that to mean Draco wanted his tongue. He pressed it into the slit, much softer than he would have normally, and sucked as gently as he could, barely sucking at all.
"Your tongue, yes," Draco encouraged. "Soft and slick. Lick me." He sighed, eyes closed as everything narrowed to those feelings.
Hearing Draco's words, Harry smiled around his cock. He swirled his tongue slowly along Draco's skin, loving the effortless pleasure he was giving him.
"So good," Draco crooned, reaching his hand up to stroke his own chest too.
"Mmm," Harry hummed in agreement, not even thinking of what the vibrations might do to Draco. He was lost in sucking him off, even if he was hardly doing anything.
"Gods!" Draco trembled. "So, so good!" He could feel Harry's hum all the way up his spine.
Harry moved his mouth down further, taking more of Draco in. He pressed his tongue just a bit firmer against his skin, giving his cock very gentle strokes with his hand at the base of it.
Harry's touch was soft and exciting. So maybe Draco wouldn't kill Fred and George. "Yes," he said, running soft fingers through his lover's hair.
Harry moaned again as Draco touched his hair. His own cock was hard and throbbing and Draco was the most gorgeous sight he could imagine. He sucked his cock like it was a delicate sweet of some sort as he moved teasing, dry fingers to rub against his entrance.
"Yes, oh Gods!" Draco gasped, and pushed against the fingers.
Harry had no idea where the sudden energy to do nearly effortless wandless magic was coming from, but then again, sex did always seem to have quite an effect on him. No matter how he did it, his fingers were suddenly slick and he pushed them gently past that tight ring, loving the feel of it.
"Ahhh," Draco sighed, reaching his left hand up to pull on his own nipple as Harry's mouth and fingers made him shudder.
Harry pushed his fingers in and out of Draco with a bit more force than he was using with his cock, as his cock was far more sensitive at the moment. He lifted his mouth off of Draco and looked up at him with dark eyes. "Still up for a fuck?" he asked, his fingers buried inside Draco's arse.
"Oh, please, yes," Draco answered, opening his eyes to look down at his beautiful husband.
Harry grinned and removed his fingers before crawling back up the bed and lying on his side, facing Draco. He reached his hand down and coated his own cock in lube as he leaned forward to kiss, shivering at just the simple feel of the sheets and mattress against a bit of the back of his body.
"Facing me or should I roll over?" Draco smiled, shivering.
"Whatever you think you can handle," Harry said, grinning.
Draco was panting, his cock twitching. "Facing." He smiled again, knowing that doing it this way would cause Harry to rub against his sensitive skin and cock.
"As you wish," Harry said quietly, a soft smile on his face as he moved forward to capture Draco's lips with his own again, sighing at the contact.
Draco licked and kissed at Harry's mouth. He bent his leg, spreading himself for his lover. "I want your cock inside me, your body sliding against me," he whispered against his lips.
Harry nearly moaned just from the sound of Draco's voice. "Yes," he whispered in return, moving closer so that their skin was touching. He wrapped an arm around Draco's back, positioning him for an easier entry.
The feeling of Harry's chest against his made Draco arch and shiver. He could even feel the soft hairs on Harry's belly.
Harry slid down Draco's body a bit and grasped his own cock, moving his hand from Draco's back down to his arse and pulling him forward a bit more to move up and inside him. He closed his eyes and gasped as he entered his lover. And knowing what all this sliding around was doing to Draco seemed to heighten his own pleasure.
Draco moaned at the feel of Harry's cock pushing inside him and his skin sliding over his, both sensations intense. He slid his arm around Harry to caress his back.
"Oh, fuck," Harry whispered as Draco's hand made contact with his back, sending shivers along his spine. He thrust forward, fucking Draco with slow strokes.
"Yes, fuck me, beautiful," Draco gasped as he rubbed against Harry. He ran his hand along his lover's spine, feeling the muscles of his back.
Harry smiled gently at being called beautiful. It never ceased to amaze him that Draco thought he was. He gasped and moaned as those fingers ran down his skin, almost more intense than having his cock inside Draco - almost.
Draco shifted so that his cock rubbed against Harry's belly more at each thrust of his lover into him. He reached down, cupping Harry's arse and squeezing the firm flesh.
Harry cried out, clinging to Draco. "Yes," he gasped. "Merlin, yes, Draco." He continued thrusting into him, trying to rub as much as he could against his chest.
The skin of his chest and his nipples almost felt on fire. Every thrust from Harry sent the magic inside him crackling, and the press of Harry's belly against Draco's oversensitive cock was amazing. Draco reached as far as he could, grateful for longer arms, and pressed his finger into Harry's entrance.
Harry very well might have gone cross-eyed. "Oh, fuck!" he cried, throwing his head back. His hole convulsed around Draco's finger and he knew a few more thrusts would finish him off.
"Yessss!" Draco hissed, gasping as Harry's magic rippled inside him and over him, pushing him over the edge. The feeling of his own hot come shooting between them was almost too much and he moaned, thrusting his finger deeper into Harry.
Harry came not a moment after, the feel of that one finger in him was enough to make him tremble and pant and moan. "Draco!" he screamed with one last thrust of his hips, shaking in his husband's arms.
Trembling from his own orgasm, Draco was rocked again by Harry's magic as he came too. Sensation blurred into white heat until he no longer could feel one part of his body from another.
Harry was once again left feeling weak and oversensitive, panting and holding onto Draco like he might never let him go.
Draco wasn't sure if he passed out or not. He felt like he was floating, warm, secure and happy in Harry's arms.
Harry's breathing evened out until it was almost as if he were sleeping, but he was still very aware of Draco surrounding him in every way possible. "I love you," he whispered, not knowing if Draco would be able to hear him or not.
"Mmm, yes," Draco murmured at the sound of Harry's voice and his breath against his face.
"I'm tired," Harry whispered next, finding that it was very true.
Draco's finger slipped back so that his hand rested comfortably on one cheek of Harry's arse and he relaxed, feeling himself drifting off.
Harry didn't even bother moving at all. He simply stayed right like he was: pressed closely and happily to Draco's body, and very soon, he was asleep as well.
***
Draco's eyes popped open with a start, his breathing fast and his muscles tense. Harry's body was still pressed against him, if not into him anymore. Draco was shivering and he thought maybe it was just that they had fallen asleep uncovered. Yet, he was sweating too. Another damn nightmare, he realised. They had been getting more frequent and more intense. He breathed through his nose, trying to calm himself down.
Harry cracked his eyes open slowly and blinked a few times, wondering what exactly had woken him. He saw Draco right in front of his face with his eyes open and figured it must have been him - then he noticed the shivering and the sweating. He frowned worriedly and brought a hand up to smooth Draco's hair from his face. "Okay, love?" he whispered.
Draco took a deep breath and smiled. "Cold," he said. "Let's pull the covers up. I think the potion has worn off."
Harry somehow didn't think that being cold was all that was the matter with Draco, but he nodded, reaching down and feeling around for the blankets. He covered them both up and moved close to Draco again. "Sure you're all right?" he asked, voice quiet.
"Fine," Draco said, snuggling under the covers.
Harry frowned again and was silent for a few moments, almost deciding to leave it, but he knew Draco would never leave anything when he was suspicious of there being something wrong with Harry. "Would you lie to me?" he asked, voice quiet again.
Draco huffed. "Never about anything that I felt you needed to know," he replied softly, closing his eyes.
"So then you admit you're lying to me now," Harry said with a small sigh.
"I didn't say that," Draco said. "Go back to sleep."
Harry frowned at Draco for a few more moments and just stared at him, a crease between his eyebrows and one on his forehead. "Git," he whispered, closing his eyes, but the frown didn't leave his face.
Draco waited to see if Harry would let it go or press further, pretending to be asleep in the meantime.
Harry huffed when Draco didn't answer and simply lay there awake, trying to get back to sleep like he thought Draco had.
Harry's rapid breathing and heartbeat told Draco that he was not asleep and probably angry. He sighed. "It really isn't anything important," he said softly.
Harry opened his eyes again. "Then what's the big deal about telling me?" he asked.
Draco's face coloured, and he gave a small shrug. "I had a nightmare," he whispered. In the back of his mind he could hear his father's voice chastising him for being afraid of his own dreams.
Harry sighed and hugged Draco closer. "I know all about those," he said quietly, kissing his cheek. It was what he had figured had been wrong with Draco, with the cold sweat and all. "What about?"
"Tonight?" Draco shrugged. "Just fears I guess."
"You have them often?" Harry asked, petting Draco's hair.
Draco's breathing hitched at the question. He was afraid to admit it. "Father said they showed I was a coward," he said.
Harry frowned angrily. "That's stupid," he said. "You don't have control over your own subconscious. And if what he said was true, then I would be quite the coward."
"I thought yours were from Voldemort," Draco said. "That's different."
"I have regular nightmares too," Harry countered. "They are quite my own."
Draco looked into Harry's eyes as if measuring and he saw no deceit in them. He frowned. "What are they about?"
Harry gave a small shrug. "Sometimes fighting, sometimes the old one of my mother screaming, sometimes just plain old nightmares about Voldemort that don't come from him. I don't enjoy them, but ... you know, I expect to have them. I'm not afraid of him ... but I am, I guess, in some ways. It's hard to explain."
Draco nodded, thinking. "I have always been ... prone to them," he said, still flushed at admitting it.
"It's nothing to be ashamed about," Harry said softly. "I've always had them."
"Even before you started Hogwarts?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded. "I didn't exactly have ... a wonderful childhood," he said. "I mean, I know some kids had it far worse than me, but it was far from great, or anything close to being great."
Draco's fingers stroked dark locks off Harry's face and watched him as he spoke. "You were raised by the Dursleys?" he asked. "Were they always like that?"
"Like what?" Harry asked. "Arseholes?"
Draco nodded, not quite sure how much he wanted to know, but wanting to understand his husband. He had always wondered about his life outside of Hogwarts.
"Yeah," Harry said quietly, nodding. "They've always been that way."
"What did they do when you had nightmares?" Draco asked, remembering his own punishments.
"They yelled at me if I cried," Harry said quietly. "Ignored me. Locked me in my ... in the cupboard until I stopped."
"Cupboard?" Draco asked.
Harry gave a very small humourless laugh, realising that he'd never talked to anyone about this. "Yeah. The cupboard under the stairs. I was locked in there all the time until I was eleven." He made it sound like it wasn't a big deal, and he'd grown used to living there himself, but thinking of letting his own child cry after a nightmare in the dark where there were creepy crawly bugs and spiders disturbed him quite a bit.
Draco was speechless for a minute, unable to think of an appropriate reply. He remembered the cupboard where he had found Mrs Dursley after the attack and couldn't imagine Harry as a small child locked in there. "It's probably a good thing you didn't tell me this before we went there," he finally said, "because I think I would have killed them myself."
Harry was a bit surprised at Draco's reaction. "It wasn't ... that bad," he said. "I got my own room when they found out I was a wizard. I think they were afraid of me, or maybe afraid of Dumbledore." Harry didn't say how they had locked him in the room too.
"I was only locked up when I was bad," Draco said. "I told my nanny that I had a nightmare. She held me and told me it was all right. She must have told Father, because by suppertime she was gone and I was locked in the root cellar for the night." Draco told it all staring off at nothing, remembering.
"A cellar?" Harry asked, mouth slightly open. "At least I was in the main house." He held Draco even closer.
Draco nodded. "I think I preferred the beatings to the cellar. It was dark and full of spiders."
Harry winced. "So was the cupboard," he said. "You were beat for having nightmares?" he asked quietly.
"Not too much," Draco said. "I learned not to talk about them. Mostly I was punished for being cowardly or too willful."
Harry glared, but not at Draco. "I guess we were always more similar than we thought," he said quietly. "Well, it's not really the same, but some things are, I suppose. I was never punished for being too cowardly; I actually got in trouble when I fought back. I was punished a lot for things I didn't understand, like turning my teacher's wig blue, or making my hair grow back. I didn't know what was doing that, but they locked me up and Uncle Vernon did hit me sometimes."
Draco kissed his forehead. "Your wild magic started young then?" he asked. "It's very impressive."
Harry gave him a gentle smile. "I think I even managed to Apparate once."
"Really?" Draco's eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up. "What happened? When?"
"In school," Harry said with a small shrug. "Dudley and his friends were having a game of 'Harry Hunting'. It was not a very fun game and often included my glasses being broken and a black eye. I went to leap behind a bin to get away and suddenly I was on the school roof. No idea how I got up there."
Draco laughed. "Did you know how to get down again?" he asked, feeling that swelling in his heart that was his admiration for Harry.
Harry snorted. "The teachers found me. They were so bloody angry. I thought the wind caught me mid-jump and carried me up there." He laughed at his own childish idea.
Draco's fingers continued to stroke his husband's hair and trail over his cheeks and jaw. A look of adoration was in his grey eyes as he gazed at Harry. "Has anyone ever explained to you how your magic is different from most wizards'?"
Harry shook his head no. "I didn't know it was," he said. "I've never really been able to do anything amazing. My marks aren't nearly as good as Hermione's, or yours for that matter."
"Grades?" Draco snorted. "I get nearly perfect grades and still can't do the things you can."
Harry snorted too. "I didn't know I could do them," he said. "I suppose you awoke some sort of beast in me," he said, his eyes sparkling.
Draco smirked. "The sleeping lion, I suppose," he whispered. "For most of us, even if magic is there, it takes work to use it. I suppose it is a lot like learning to walk or talk. We have the ability but not the training to make it happen. With you, the magic happens. It is more like you say, trying to tame the wild beast."
"I don't know why it would be that way," Harry said with a shrug. "I'm nothing special."
"Nothing special?" Draco shook his head. "Raised in a cupboard by imbeciles, but still kind and strong. Not trained in magic until you are eleven and already able to do things most wizards will never achieve. Harry, if you are nothing special, then we are all worthless."
Harry smiled gently again. "That's another thing Dumbledore said about me." He paused. "He said that I'm amazing because I'm still able to love after the life I've had. I don't know what's so amazing about that." He leaned in and pressed his nose to Draco’s. "I think it's pretty easy to love."
Draco smiled, eyes closing as he inhaled the scent and warmth of his husband. "Definitely your greatest magic," he whispered.
"And what Voldemort has none of," Harry said, closing his eyes as well and squeezing Draco.