So Wrong, Yet So Right

A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far! Hope you will continue to read and enjoy my story. :) Oh, if you haven't realized it yet, Draco and Harry are in 7th year, but I disregard Books 6 & 7. Hope that doesn't bother you!

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Draco stirred in the bed, slowly opening his eyes. He smiled at the man sleeping beside him, before turning his head toward the clock to find the time. He sighed to himself, realizing they would have to get up soon.

He returned his attention to his professor, glancing down at his naked form. He paused when he spotted the Dark Mark on his left arm and took a deep breath. He slowly reached out and touched it, shivering as he lightly trailed his hand over the skull.

Feeling the light touch on his arm, Severus opened his eyes and stared at the boy next to him. He frowned, noticing the worry on Draco’s face as he stared down at his mark. He understood the boy’s fears, knowing that he didn’t want to join the Death Eaters. However, it was easier said than done. He was expected to join, just like the rest of the sons of Death Eaters that were finally of age, and if he didn’t, his punishment would be death.

Draco shook his head and hurriedly glanced away, seeing Severus staring at him in sympathy. His body shook as he looked back down at the mark.

“We’ll find a way,” Severus protectively whispered.

“It’s too late, Severus,” he sighed, looking over at him again. “We both know that war is fast approaching. He’s going to come for me soon, and I’ll have no choice.”

Severus wrapped his arm around Draco, pulling him closer. Draco leaned his head against his professor’s chest and closed his eyes. They remained silent for a few more minutes, as Severus continued to hold him.

“I can’t even ask Father about it,” Draco finally said, breaking the silence.

“What do you want to know?”

Draco opened his eyes and stared down at the mark once more. He moved his hand along it, taking in a deep breath. “Did it hurt?” he softly asked.

“Yes,” Severus truthfully answered. “But the real pain is what I had to do to get it.”

Draco chewed on his lower lip and shook his head, looking up at Severus. “I can’t do it, Severus,” he quietly stated. “I can’t.”

Severus sighed and leaned over, pressing his lips firmly on Draco’s. Draco moaned into the kiss, swiftly rolling on top of him, wanting to forget all worries for the moment. He released the man’s lips and slowly began sliding his bare chest along Severus’ own naked chest, his cock starting to harden in anticipation.

“We’ll find a way,” Severus breathed out as he closed his eyes, feeling his own excitement growing.

“Promise me, Severus,” Draco whispered, grinding their erections together.

“I promise,” he gasped.

“Don’t let him get me, Severus.”

He opened his eyes and stared into the innocent gray ones before him. He shook his head, lifting his hand toward the boy’s cheek and gently grazing it. “I won’t, Draco,” he declared.

Draco stopped his movement, gazing adoringly into his eyes. He then leaned down and claimed his lips, pressing their chests closer together. “I wish it were the weekend,” he murmured.

Severus tightly wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a more heated kiss, their hardened cocks making contact once again. He slowly rolled them over, so Draco was underneath him, and then leaned back, wanting to admire the boy’s pale naked body.

Draco stared up at him and smiled, seeing the predatory look in his eyes. He slowly ran his hand up and down his chest, teasing the man before him. “Do you want me, Severus?” he seductively whispered.

Severus bit on his bottom lip, watching him glide his hand over his stomach. He licked his lips and stared down at Draco’s stiff cock, noticing the attention it craved. He then glanced up at the boy, seeing him still smiling. “You’re so beautiful,” he remarked.

Draco quickly stopped touching himself, blushing at his words. He had never been called beautiful before, and it startled him. When he finally came out last year, he was glad he no longer had to hide his true self from others. He had dated his share of blokes over the summer, and also shagged a few just for the fun of it. He had been called cute, hot, sexy, and even fuckable once, but never did any of them ever call him beautiful.

Severus lightly chuckled, before leaning down and giving him a soft kiss on his lips. “No one’s ever said that to you, have they?” he quietly asked.

He shook his head, feeling his cheeks redden even more. “No one,” he whispered.

Severus smiled, giving him another gentle kiss. “Well you are,” he assured him, lowering his kisses down to his neck. “From your captivating gray eyes, to your enticing pink lips, to this succulent neck,” he paused, as he began sucking on the boy’s neck.

Draco tilted his head, allowing Severus more access to his pale flesh. He moaned, feeling the man’s warm tongue glide over parts of his skin that he nipped at only seconds ago. “Yes,” he hissed.

Severus took one last nip on his neck, before lowering himself further on the boy’s body. He trailed his tongue along his naked chest and over his nipples, hearing him begin to whimper. “From your erect nipples caused by my tongue, to the sounds of your whimpers for more,” he continued, hovering over the boy’s pulsing cock, “to your dripping cock filled with so much sweetness…you are beautiful,” he ended, taking him fully inside his mouth and sucking hard.

“Fuck,” Draco cried out, arching his back from the action. “Fuck,” he said again, watching the man’s mouth work his cock.

Severus backed away and smirked, grasping the over-stimulated shaft in his hand. “Well if you insist,” he winked.

*****
Draco walked down the corridor and over to the Great Hall, anxious for breakfast. Sex always made him hungry, and after what he and Severus just did, he definitely needed some nourishment. He smiled at the memory, pushing back the double doors and entering the hall.

He quickly moved to the Slytherin table, not realizing anything out of the norm. His focus was on food, so he was unaware of all the murmurings going on around him. He grabbed a slice of toast from the center of the table and began buttering it, still oblivious to what was happening.

“To be following a poof,” a familiar voice spoke up, finally breaking him from his focus. “I bet a lot of them are rethinking their roles right about now.”

Draco looked over at Crabbe, furrowing his eyebrows. He noticed he was speaking to Goyle, as the two were reading the Daily Prophet. He snagged the paper from Crabbe’s grasp, staring mournfully at the front page. On top of the page, in big bold letters, were the words “The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-Gay.”

He quickly turned toward the Gryffindor table, frowning when he didn’t see Potter. He remembered him mentioning about the paper probably getting wind of the story, but he didn’t want to believe it would happen that quickly. He figured that was why Potter hadn’t come to breakfast, not ready to stand up to them just yet. But he had to realize he was going to have to face them sooner or later.

“Well, you’d never find me following a ponce, that’s for sure,” Goyle scoffed, before scooping a big heap of scrambled eggs into his mouth.

Another voice finally stepped into the conversation, snickering at Goyle’s comment. “You do realize you’ve been doing that for the past seven years, right?”

Goyle furrowed his eyebrows, staring in confusion at Zabini sitting in front of him. “Huh?”

Blaise rolled his eyes, motioning his head in Draco’s direction. Goyle turned his head and immediately blushed, realizing where he had pointed.

“Well that’s different,” he tried to defend.

“How so?” Blaise inquired.

“He’s…well, he’s…and I…” he stammered, knowing he had no answer for the Slytherin.

“Stop it Blaise, you’ll give him an aneurysm,” Draco huffed, turning his attention back to their table and throwing the paper down.

“I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine,” Draco interrupted Goyle, standing up at their table.

“Where are you going?” Blaise questioned his friend.

“Do some last minute homework,” he lied, already having done it all before he went to see Severus last night.

After hearing all the whispers and reading the paper, he just wasn’t hungry anymore and needed to get away. As he made his way toward the exit, he glanced over at Severus, seeing him open his mouth and shove a piece of sausage inside. He blushed, remembering where that beautiful mouth had been just before coming to breakfast. When their eyes met, he gave the man a small smile, before heading out of the hall.

His first class didn’t start for another half hour, and since it was Herbology, Draco decided to go outside and wait until it was time. He took a deep breath of the cool air that met him when he stepped out of the castle and down the steps.

Instead of heading right toward the greenhouse, however, he decided to take a walk near the Black Lake for a few minutes. As he approached the lake, he noticed a figure lying on the grass under one of the trees and narrowed his eyes, trying to see whom it was.

He gulped when he saw the familiar boy’s glasses shimmer in the sunlight. He paused in his stance, not sure if he should turn back around or continue walking toward him. He chewed on his bottom lip, as he looked out on the water, contemplating what to do.

He took a deep breath before moving forward, feeling some sort of pull in the Gryffindor’s direction. He stopped in front of the boy’s feet and licked his lips, staring down at the sleeping figure.

Harry sighed and slowly opened his eyes, knowing somebody was standing in front of him. He suddenly felt a shiver run up his spine, as he stared up into gray. “So how bad?” he finally asked.

Draco frowned, “Front page.”

Harry nodded, closing his eyes. “Let me guess. ‘Boy Wonder is No Longer a Wonder’?”

Draco chuckled, before moving to sit down beside him. “‘The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-Gay,’” he recited.

Harry opened his eyes and shook his head, smirking at Malfoy. “You’d think they could come up with something a bit more clever than that.”

“I like yours,” he smirked.

Harry nodded, turning his head toward the lake. “They’re all gonna be staring at me,” he sighed.

“How’s that different from any other day?” Draco joked, trying to lift the mood.

Harry smiled, returning his attention to the blond next to him. “That’s true.”

As Draco kept his gaze on those sparkling green eyes, he was suddenly reminded of what had happened last night with Severus, and how Potter’s name had been mentioned in bed by both of them. He quickly turned away, not wanting Potter to see the blush that was slowly appearing on his cheeks.

“How’d you do it, Malfoy?” Harry wondered, not aware of the boy’s flushed face.

Draco sighed, turning back around. “It won’t be easy, Potter,” he admitted. “Thankfully, there were a few who helped me last year, especially my father.”

“Your father? You mean he’s okay with you being…”

“Not at first,” Draco shook his head. “But when he realized that nothing he did was going to make me change, he finally accepted it.”

“But how was he able to help you?” he curiously wondered, knowing the man had been locked away in Azkaban since the whole Department of Mysteries debacle in fifth year.

Draco smirked at the question, before answering. “He may be stuck in Azkaban, Potter, but he’s still a very feared man.”

“Wish I had somebody like that who could help me now,” Harry mumbled.

Draco silently stared at the ground, grazing his hand through the grass blades. “You have me,” he softly voiced, feeling his cheeks redden again from his comment. He couldn’t believe he had actually said that out loud.

Harry stared at him, this time noticing the blush. He was suddenly reminded of what happened yesterday, when Malfoy came to talk to him, and became curious. “Malfoy, why did you…” he then stopped and turned his head to the side, hearing voices in the distance.

“Classes are starting soon,” Draco explained, quickly standing up and brushing the grass off his robes. He knew Potter was going to ask him about the kiss and was grateful for the distraction. He just wasn’t ready to tell him the truth yet. And quite honestly, he wasn’t even sure he knew the whole truth himself.

“Guess we gotta go then,” Harry sighed, slowly standing up and brushing the grass off his own robes, dreading having to face his peers.

Draco frowned, noticing the boy’s apprehension. “Remember Potter, nobody has the right to ever tell you how to live your own life,” he stated.

“Mind telling the rest of the Wizarding World that?” he grimaced.

“I’ll make myself a note,” he smirked.

Harry gave him a half smile, before turning to look at some of the students walking around the school grounds. He then took a deep breath, returning his attention to Malfoy. “So, I’ll see you around?” he hopefully asked.

Draco nodded, noting the anticipation in Potter’s voice. “Most definitely,” he commented, hearing Blaise suddenly call out his name in the distance.

Thankfully, he was able to hide the blush that was currently burning his face from his last statement, as he quickly turned to look at his friend. He gave him a slight nod, allowing the blush to fade a little, before turning back to Potter. He smiled to himself, when he saw the Gryffindor’s face had flushed as well.

“Bye,” he finally said.

“Bye,” Harry repeated, watching Malfoy walk away from him a second later.

He fixed his eyes on the boy’s tight arse and smiled, suddenly imagining his hands caressing that amazing piece of flesh. His cock had already started hardening at the last part of their conversation, but now it seemed to be at its full attention. He closed his eyes and groaned, wishing he could just go behind the tree and quickly wank off, but knew he had to get to class before he was late. He took a deep breath and shifted himself, before heading back to the castle. He figured if anything, he could always just ask his professor to use the loo during class.