Draco's Escort Service
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
4,381
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Six
Chapter Six
The music faltered. Harry felt as if he were two places at once. He was only vaguely aware of his conversation with Malfoy, though he clung stubbornly to the melodic sound of Draco’s voice… odd that he had never noticed that quality before.
The stronger part of him seemed to be in a tunnel sparking with color. At the end of the passage were a dazzling glow and the source of the beautiful sound that called to Harry like a Siren. Come away, come away, come away… It promised peace and joy and blessed forgetfulness. He took another step toward the light.
Part of him spoke to Malfoy. The other part strained to reach the music, wanting more than anything to race down the tunnel. Come away… The fading part of him felt Malfoy’s hands slide into his hair—an unexpected caress. Then Draco’s lips touched his and the music hesitated. Harry halted in the passage between worlds.
Malfoy’s mouth twisted, pressing almost painfully over Harry’s. His tongue entered the fray and the kiss became demanding, ravishing, hot and incredible. Harry snapped back into his body with a suddenness that was almost painful. The dreamlike quality of Malfoy’s kiss fled, leaving the overwhelming reality of Draco’s mouth searching, tugging, and teasing at Harry’s reawakened senses. Harry felt the crushing weight of pure desire flood through him and would have gasped if he could breathe.
He reached up to push Draco away. One hand touched Malfoy’s bare chest—the other plunged into the gossamer softness of Draco’s hair and froze. At Harry’s touch, Malfoy’s kiss changed. The rough, demanding strokes were replaced with gentleness, playful teasing of tongue against tongue—lapping erotically.
To his horror, Harry felt his body respond. His hand tightened in Draco’s hair, but not to push him away. Malfoy caressed the roof of Harry’s mouth, sending shudders of delight pulsing through his body.
Draco’s teeth tugged at Harry’s lip gently when he finally ended the tortuous kiss. Potter’s hands fell away weakly as Malfoy sat back and looked at him. To Harry’s intense relief, Draco looked as shaken as Harry felt.
“Are you back?” Draco asked hoarsely.
“After that? Hell, you could call a soul back from a dementor’s kiss.” Harry groaned and flung a hand over his eyes after that admission, not willing to see the satisfied smirk on Draco’s face. Harry’s body was still inflamed with desire. He shifted slightly, hoping to hell Malfoy wouldn’t notice. God, he’d never been kissed like that. Not ever. Not even by Ginny, who had loved him enough to die for him.
What the hell was Malfoy playing at? A simple tap on the lips probably would have sufficed. He kept his arm over his eyes.
“Get some rest, Potter,” he heard Malfoy say. “We’ll stay here until morning.”
Draco’s voice was laden with fatigue and Harry suddenly felt his own exhaustion. Malfoy had to be just as tired, if not more. Harry felt a tug as the cloak was drawn up to his chin. For a moment, he thought he felt a hand brush the hair back from his brow, so softly he decided it must be his imagination.
Harry drifted into a deep—but thankfully mortal—sleep.
ooOoo
Draco watched as Harry’s breathing grew slow and even. He raked a hand through his own silvery locks and set about preparing a bed for himself. The bed Potter slept in was plenty big enough for two, but he sure as hell wasn’t going there. He was still feeling a bit shaken by the kiss. It had started as a playful game and then exploded out of his control.
A whisper of sound made him turn to find the fairy hovering in the room once more.
“Well played, handsome,” she said with a pert smile. “You are as smart as you are beautiful. How did you know a brotherly peck would not have been adequate to save him?”
“I didn’t,” Draco admitted. She looked at him speculatively, but made no reply other than, “All gifts have a price. I wonder if you will have the strength to pay for yours.”
Draco rubbed his temples. He was far too tired to have esoteric conversations with ethereal beings.
“I wish you well, beautiful mortal. If you ever tire of the human world, we will welcome you in Faerie.”
She was gone. Draco transfigured another mattress, tossed it on the floor, and collapsed on it. A herd of centaurs could have broken in and neither of them would have awakened.
The music faltered. Harry felt as if he were two places at once. He was only vaguely aware of his conversation with Malfoy, though he clung stubbornly to the melodic sound of Draco’s voice… odd that he had never noticed that quality before.
The stronger part of him seemed to be in a tunnel sparking with color. At the end of the passage were a dazzling glow and the source of the beautiful sound that called to Harry like a Siren. Come away, come away, come away… It promised peace and joy and blessed forgetfulness. He took another step toward the light.
Part of him spoke to Malfoy. The other part strained to reach the music, wanting more than anything to race down the tunnel. Come away… The fading part of him felt Malfoy’s hands slide into his hair—an unexpected caress. Then Draco’s lips touched his and the music hesitated. Harry halted in the passage between worlds.
Malfoy’s mouth twisted, pressing almost painfully over Harry’s. His tongue entered the fray and the kiss became demanding, ravishing, hot and incredible. Harry snapped back into his body with a suddenness that was almost painful. The dreamlike quality of Malfoy’s kiss fled, leaving the overwhelming reality of Draco’s mouth searching, tugging, and teasing at Harry’s reawakened senses. Harry felt the crushing weight of pure desire flood through him and would have gasped if he could breathe.
He reached up to push Draco away. One hand touched Malfoy’s bare chest—the other plunged into the gossamer softness of Draco’s hair and froze. At Harry’s touch, Malfoy’s kiss changed. The rough, demanding strokes were replaced with gentleness, playful teasing of tongue against tongue—lapping erotically.
To his horror, Harry felt his body respond. His hand tightened in Draco’s hair, but not to push him away. Malfoy caressed the roof of Harry’s mouth, sending shudders of delight pulsing through his body.
Draco’s teeth tugged at Harry’s lip gently when he finally ended the tortuous kiss. Potter’s hands fell away weakly as Malfoy sat back and looked at him. To Harry’s intense relief, Draco looked as shaken as Harry felt.
“Are you back?” Draco asked hoarsely.
“After that? Hell, you could call a soul back from a dementor’s kiss.” Harry groaned and flung a hand over his eyes after that admission, not willing to see the satisfied smirk on Draco’s face. Harry’s body was still inflamed with desire. He shifted slightly, hoping to hell Malfoy wouldn’t notice. God, he’d never been kissed like that. Not ever. Not even by Ginny, who had loved him enough to die for him.
What the hell was Malfoy playing at? A simple tap on the lips probably would have sufficed. He kept his arm over his eyes.
“Get some rest, Potter,” he heard Malfoy say. “We’ll stay here until morning.”
Draco’s voice was laden with fatigue and Harry suddenly felt his own exhaustion. Malfoy had to be just as tired, if not more. Harry felt a tug as the cloak was drawn up to his chin. For a moment, he thought he felt a hand brush the hair back from his brow, so softly he decided it must be his imagination.
Harry drifted into a deep—but thankfully mortal—sleep.
Draco watched as Harry’s breathing grew slow and even. He raked a hand through his own silvery locks and set about preparing a bed for himself. The bed Potter slept in was plenty big enough for two, but he sure as hell wasn’t going there. He was still feeling a bit shaken by the kiss. It had started as a playful game and then exploded out of his control.
A whisper of sound made him turn to find the fairy hovering in the room once more.
“Well played, handsome,” she said with a pert smile. “You are as smart as you are beautiful. How did you know a brotherly peck would not have been adequate to save him?”
“I didn’t,” Draco admitted. She looked at him speculatively, but made no reply other than, “All gifts have a price. I wonder if you will have the strength to pay for yours.”
Draco rubbed his temples. He was far too tired to have esoteric conversations with ethereal beings.
“I wish you well, beautiful mortal. If you ever tire of the human world, we will welcome you in Faerie.”
She was gone. Draco transfigured another mattress, tossed it on the floor, and collapsed on it. A herd of centaurs could have broken in and neither of them would have awakened.