To Give Everything

At breakfast the next day, Harry could feel the excitement in the Great Hall. At the Gryffindor table there were a few students who were placing bets on who'd win and Harry was tempted to put a few Galleons on Slytherin. But he couldn't, not when Ron had put money on Ravenclaw destroying them. It didn't matter, though. Harry had a good feeling that Malfoy would beat them easily. He found himself sneaking more glances over at the blond, wanting to catch his eye somehow.

Draco couldn't stop himself from looking over. He smiled when he caught Potter watching him and sometimes rubbing his own chest. He tried not to let it distract him, but Draco felt the twitch of arousal at the memory of those swollen nipples.

Harry sat with his friends when it was time to go outside to watch the game. His heart was fluttering nervously, almost like it did when he was about to go out to play himself. But this wasn't him, he told himself, it was only Malfoy. Yet, Quidditch hadn’t felt this exciting in a long time.

Draco strode out on to the pitch, facing the Ravenclaw team Captain. He didn't care if most of the school rooted for Ravenclaw. He knew Slytherin would win. His team was actually training well, even if, or maybe because, he pushed them hard. He couldn’t help but scan the blue and gold side, looking for and finding Potter with his friends.

Harry was tempted to wave, but he stopped himself, pretending to scratch the side of his face. But he did make sure to smile, nodding in encouragement.

Draco thought it was ironic that Potter was grinning at him from the stands and he couldn't help but walk taller. He wanted to play spectacularly with the man watching.

Harry leant back in his seat once the game began, barely paying attention to Ron sneering about the way Malfoy strutted across the pitch.

"Just wait until they actually start, Ron," Harry said, rolling his eyes and waiting for the Quaffle to be thrown up into the air.

Draco kicked off, flying high and looking for the Snitch. He loved soaring above the rest, circling the pitch.

The day was windy and it made for some interesting problems both in dodging Bludgers and flying. One strong gust almost drove one of the Ravenclaws into a goal ring. When Draco finally spotted the Snitch, he had to really work against the wind to catch it. Luckily for him, the Ravenclaw Seeker miscalculated and overshot her position. Draco held it aloft triumphantly.

Harry jumped up as soon as he saw that Malfoy had the Snitch, but then he realised which side he was on. He slowly sat back down, but he couldn't stop himself from grinning.

There were groans and complaints from those around him and Ron was particularly pissed off about losing his bet. The redhead glared at Harry like it was his fault and Hermione tried to tell Ron that it was stupid to waste money on betting.

Harry had his eyes on Malfoy as Ron huffed beside him. He couldn't wait to celebrate with the blond that night.

Draco wanted his 'reward' from Potter right then, but knew as team Captain, he needed to spend time celebrating in Slytherin. He sat back during the party, sipping Firewhiskey that Blaise had somehow got hold of. Luckily, it wasn't that difficult to get away when it was time to meet with Potter. Most of Draco’s Housemates were pretty drunk by then.

Harry stood under his cloak in the hallway near the room. He realised that Malfoy would probably be celebrating and hoped the other man would still meet him that night.

Draco's heart sped up, one hand on the Snitch in his pocket, smiling as he thought about what he planned to do with Potter that night.

Harry grinned and pulled the cloak off when he saw him. "Congratulations!" he exclaimed, taking a step closer.

Someday he would get used to that, Draco thought, trying not to look startled at Potter's sudden appearance. He smiled and reached a hand to cup Potter's face, fingers sliding along his jaw to the back of his head.

"Do you have it?" Harry asked, tilting his head up a little for him.

Draco's eyes sparkled. "Yes, I do," he said. "Let's go to The Room, and I will show you."

"Alright," Harry replied and then closed his eyes, leaning forward so that Malfoy could put the blindfold on.

Draco tied it in place, unable to resist rubbing his lips against the other man’s as he did.

Harry couldn't help but smile, leaning up a little more to get a better kiss.

Draco savoured the kiss, gentle and slow and making his head spin before he finally stepped back and led Potter to The Room.

Harry let himself be pulled inside, then stood waiting for Malfoy to take the blindfold off.

Once inside, Draco walked in a circle around the still-blindfolded man, admiring him. Then he cupped Potter's arse, feeling along at the crevice through the trousers, finding the base of the device and wiggling it.

Harry breathed in sharply, having got so used to the device that he only realised it was there when it was touched.

Draco chuckled and told Potter to strip, working on his own robes too.

Harry undressed as quickly as he could, laying his clothes down in a pile on the floor.

Once they were both naked, Draco stepped in front of Potter again, noting that his nipples and the tip of his foreskin were still red and swollen. He was pleased Potter hadn't used the Healing Potion. Now those swollen parts would be more sensitive than normal. Draco used his fingers to flick one nipple, watching Potter's face as he did.

Harry hissed softly and took a step back without thinking about it. The touch and its sharp spike of pain had surprised him.

Draco put one hand on Potter’s waist to steady him and the other he used to flick the second nipple.

Harry bit his lip and made an uncomfortable noise, his chest arching away.

That excited Draco, who leant in and sucked one of those puffy red points into his mouth, holding Potter in place as he did.

Harry cried out, his head falling back as he weakly tried to turn his chest away, already breathing hard.

Potter squirmed and his body moved against Draco's, arousing him even more. After a minute, he lifted his head and kissed the man again.

Harry panted against Malfoy's lips, but kissed him back, his hands moving to grip the man’s arms.

As he kissed him, Draco slid his hands over and around Potter, enjoying the feel of him. Then he stepped back. "Hold your hands above your head," he told him.

Harry raised his hands above his head, wishing he could see what was going on.

Draco secured the manacles on Potter's wrists and then stepped back and cast a Mobilicorpus Spell, turning the man’s body so that he was suspended just below Draco's waist level as if lying down in the air.

Harry felt weird, hovering with only his arms stretched up above him. "Can I see what's happening?"

Draco attached the ankle manacles, so that Potter's legs were also stretched up, suspending him spread eagle. Then he walked up to the man’s head and removed the blindfold.

Harry blinked around at the sudden light, blushing when he got a view of where he was. He seemed to be floating at the same level of Malfoy's cock.

Draco picked up the quill from the shelf. First he pressed the feather into one of Potter's hands. "You remember what I told you about this?"

Harry opened his eyes as he squeezed the quill in his hand. "Yes, Sir.”

Draco gripped Potter's hair, turning his face toward his prick, which rubbed against the other man's lips.

Harry blushed harder and opened his mouth a little, his tongue moving out to brush against the soft skin.

"Yes," Draco encouraged while Potter licked the head of his cock. His free hand reached out, running his nails down the man’s nearest arm and to his chest, circling first one and then the other nipple but not yet touching them directly.

Harry continued to lick, his eyes closing. His nipples were already throbbing from the few touches Malfoy had given him earlier, and he knew that wouldn't be the end of it.

Draco couldn't resist touching them again. Luckily he didn't have to. He took one between his thumb and forefinger, holding it gently at first.

Harry moaned, shuddering at the ache.

Draco continued to rub his prick against Potter's mouth as he slowly squeezed his nipple.

"Hurts," Harry started to whine, his chest arching as the pain built up.

Draco nodded, repeating the same on the other nipple, enjoying the way Potter was helpless, suspended in chains.

Harry's hands clenched into fists and his toes curled, tears welling up as his nipples were tortured again.

Draco stepped back then and picked up his robe, finding the Snitch in his pocket and then held the golden ball up, its wings fluttering. He brought it to Potter's mouth. “Kiss it.”

The familiar moment – the Snitch at his mouth – hit Harry like a stomach punch. All at once everything came back to him, the dread of death, how his heart beat faster and his hands had started to tremble. He didn't want to die, but he had to. Yet another sacrifice he had to make in order to keep more people alive. He breathed in sharply and turned his head away from the Snitch, shaking his head as the words he said just before he kissed the Snitch went through his mind over and over. I am about to die.

Draco frowned, unsure of what was going. Why was Potter refusing? "Potter," he said sharply.

Harry shook his head again and would not open his eyes, his hand still tight around the quill. He was remembering when he kissed the Snitch and then using the stone to see his parents again ... when he asked if dying hurt.

"Potter, look at me," Draco insisted. The other man hadn't dropped the quill or said the word, but he wasn't responding.

"I can't," Harry gasped and then released the quill, even though he wasn't ready to end what they had, but he couldn't go through with this.

Draco stared at the quill as it slowly fluttered to the floor. He felt like his heart sank with it. "No," he whispered, dropping the Snitch as well. It went zooming around The Room.

"I'm sorry," Harry mumbled, not sure if he was speaking to Malfoy or if he was apologising yet again for what he had allowed to happen.

The Snitch bounced off the Iron Maiden and Draco growled, Summoning it and stuffing it in one of his shoes for the moment. He kept the Mobilicorpus Spell in place but released the manacles on Potter.

Harry let his arms fall and he wanted to curl up and forget that Malfoy was even there, already feeling the tears sting at his eyes and it wasn't because of the physical pain at all. "Let me down, please."

Draco was confused. Potter had taken paddling, the switch, clamps and more. All that pain with complete obedience. Now he balked at kissing a Snitch. It didn't make sense and that scared Draco. He put his arms under the other man, holding Potter as he released the spell that held him up.

Harry bit his lip as he fell against Malfoy, trying to calm down, but his heart would not stop beating hard and fast. It kept reminding him of when he found out and how he thought that his heart would stop beating soon enough.

Awkwardly holding his wand, Draco Transfigured the spanking bench into a sofa and then sat down with Potter still in his arms. "Potter ... H-Harry," he whispered.

"I didn't want to die," Harry whispered, turning his head to press it against Malfoy's chest.

"Die?" Draco asked, even more confused now. "It was just a Snitch, Harry." He cradled the man in his lap and arms, one hand coming up to pet that thick hair.

Harry realised that Malfoy didn't have a clue what he was talking about. He hesitated, thinking about telling him to forget it. But then Harry remembered that he had agreed to be honest in the beginning of this. "It's ... it's hard to explain," he said quietly.

Draco was relieved to hear Potter speak and at least sounding rational. "Tell me," he whispered.

Harry sighed and shifted so that he was a little bit more comfortable in Malfoy's lap. "It's a long story, but basically, in order to kill Voldemort, I had to ... I had to die."

"I was there, at the entrance, we thought you were dead. Later, my mother told me ... what happened in the forest," Draco admitted.

Harry nodded, finally beginning to feel himself calm down. "There was a part of Voldemort, um ... inside of me. And that part had to be killed by him."

Draco was lost again. He frowned, pausing in his caresses. "What?"

"I told you it was hard to explain," Harry said, looking up at him. "Voldemort had a plan to split his soul into many pieces. Horcruxes, they were called." He paused, finding it strange that he only ever trusted Hermione and Ron with this information before, and now here he was telling Malfoy everything.

Draco's eyes widened, the idea of it was disgusting – splitting one's soul like that would be horrendous. Yet, given how mad the Dark Lord had been, it made sense.

"He started it before I was born. But when he did try to kill me, the Killing Curse rebounded and somehow a piece of his soul went into the nearest living thing, which was me," Harry continued to explain. "Which made me into one of the Horcruxes."

Draco had no idea what to say to that. Potter had a part of the Dark Lord inside him? It made him shiver. "But you ... changed that?"

"I realised that I'd have to die," Harry said softly.

Draco's eyes went wide. "That's what you were after in that room!"

"Yeah, one of the Horcruxes. That fire destroyed it, though," Harry said with a small nod. "Your mother ... she helped me. When I came back." Even though Harry was sure that it was because she cared more about her son than anything else.

"Yes, she lied to the Dark Lord," Draco answered, shivering a bit just at the idea of it. He cupped Potter's face, looking down into his eyes. "I am glad she did that."

Harry looked back up into Malfoy's eyes, realising that he felt safe and secure like this. "I know what I did must've been weird. That takes even more explanation ...." He sighed, resting his head against the man’s shoulder.

"You saved my life," Draco whispered. "You didn't have to do that."

"But I'm glad I did," Harry said, smiling a little.

Draco couldn't help the urge to kiss the other man’s forehead, his own eyes closing for a moment at he did. "Why? Why did you do it?"

Harry closed his eyes when he was kissed, sighing softly. "I don't ... know. It was just ... I didn't want anyone else to die, you know?"

Draco nodded. He wasn't sure whether or not he understood, but he was grateful. "But you actually died?"

"Yeah, it didn't hurt like I thought it would," Harry said, reaching out to play with one of Malfoy's hands.

Draco felt more than desire when Harry touched him. He felt a kind of swelling of pride and relief. Harry still wanted to touch him, wasn't running away, despite dropping the quill. "Then how ... I mean, why weren't you dead?"

"Because it destroyed the part of his soul that was in me first," Harry said. "I'm sure that if he’d cast the spell again, I wouldn't have been able to come back."

Draco ran his fingers through Harry's thick black hair, thinking. All of this made sense, except for one thing. "So what has this to do with you dropping the quill?"

"I had the first Snitch that I ever caught with me that night," Harry started, wondering if Malfoy remembered his first game back in his first year. "Dumbledore had given it to me. I kissed it before I went to hand myself over to Voldemort." He purposely left out everything with the Resurrection Stone and seeing his parents, Remus and Sirius.

"Ah," Draco said, getting the symbolism now, even if it was a bit odd. He had been thinking about the Snitch as a symbol of all those times Potter had got the Snitch instead of him. "So it wasn't me," Draco whispered, still needing the confirmation. "You still want ... this?" he said, gesturing between them.

"I do, I really do, I just ... I froze up," Harry said, opening his eyes to look up at him. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not," Draco admitted, realising he was glad that Harry had talked to him. This was the first meaningful talk they had ever had. "I amend what I said before. You can say the word ‘quill’ or drop it, when you need to stop. But it doesn't mean it's over unless that is what you want."

Harry sighed in relief, nodding and leaning up to kiss his lips softly. "Good. Thank you again for this. I didn't realise how much I needed this until you propositioned me."

Draco chuckled at that. "My pleasure," he said, licking Harry's lips and eagerly pushing his tongue into Harry’s mouth then.

Harry kissed him back, his arms sliding around Malfoy's neck to pull himself closer. "Malfoy?" he asked against the man’s lips.

"Yes?" Draco whispered, nipping at Harry's lower lip.

"Would calling you Draco be better?" Harry murmured, kissing his lips again.

Draco lifted his head, looking into the other man’s green eyes. "Which do you think of me as?" he asked.

"Malfoy, but ... I want to call you Draco now. It's more ... personal, right?" Harry asked.

"Not Sir?" Draco teased, smirking. "You can call me Draco when we are like this ... Harry."

"I'll call you 'Sir' when you tell me. So I don't get punished," Harry replied with a smile. "Okay, Draco?"

Draco couldn't believe this was happening and was shocked at how much it pleased him. "And if there are ... things ... you want to tell me, I will keep them secret the same way I keep our other secrets," he promised.

"Thank you," Harry said and then nuzzled the side of Draco's face.

More amazing than the things Harry let Draco do to him, was the affection in that gesture and Draco's heart sped up. His arousal had flagged when he had been worried about the other man, but now it filled again, those touches sending shivers down his spine.

Harry pulled back and smiled before he moved to get up, looking around for the quill he had dropped earlier. He spotted it and picked it up, turning around to face Draco. "Sir," he said, squeezing the quill in his hand.

Draco was startled when Harry got up and then a smile lit his face when he realised what this meant. He got to his feet and walked to Harry. "You want me," he whispered.

"That wasn't obvious?" Harry asked, looking up at him.

"Yes," Draco said and then he Transfigured the spanking bench turned sofa into a four poster bed. Taking Harry's other hand, he led him to it.

"A bed," Harry said curiously, eyeing it as he walked over to it. It was different, compared to everything else they’d done. It looked out of place in The Room.

"Too mundane for you?" Draco asked, smirking.

"Just different," Harry said and sat down, running his hands over the sheets. "More personal in a way."

"Good," Draco said, putting a hand to the centre of Harry's chest and pushing him back. "Because I intend for this to be very personal."

"Oh yeah?" Harry asked as he fell back onto the bed, smiling up at Draco.