Summer with Draco

CHAPTER NINE:

Draco stared at Harry in shock.

‘Did I just hear him right?’ he thought.

“Huh?” he asked, sounding so unintelligent that he wanted to kick himself.

Harry just smiled and repeated himself.

“I said, I want you to make love to me tonight.”

“But, I thought you topped.” Draco was confused and it showed on his face.

“Normally I do, but I love you so much and I want to feel you inside me. But if you don’t want to….” he trailed off, knowing that Draco would take the bait.

“Oh gods, do I want to! I’ll hurry and finish up and meet you in the bedroom.” gasped an extremely horny Slytherin.

“You do that.” smirked Harry, horny himself.

Draco went to the desk Harry had just vacated, and Harry went to the fireplace to fire call Dumbledore and update him and Draco’s animagus form. When he was done, he kissed Draco on the neck and went upstairs to shower.

Even though he had showered a few hours ago, he wanted to be completely clean when Draco took him. He had only bottomed once before, with Oliver Wood. Oliver had been his first lover. Harry had fancied himself in love with the ‘Quidditch Tyrant’, as Harry’s teammates had dubbed him, but in reality it was just Harry’s first male crush. Oliver had come back at the beginning of Harry’s sixth year to see the first Slytherin-Gryffindor match and had waited for Harry to leave the showers and had invited him down to his guest room. Harry had accepted eagerly.

What had followed was a night of pure pleasure for Harry. He had never imagined that being with another male could be so wonderful. Oliver had shown him things he had never thought possible. The next morning though, Harry woke up alone. He had been devastated. There was a note on the bedside table from Oliver, explaining that he had had a wonderful time, but nothing more could come out of it because he was expected to marry Katie Bell in a few months.

Harry had quickly forced the hurt away and found himself in a relationship with Finnigan. But that was the past and now he had a delectable blond waiting for him. He hurried up and thoroughly cleaned himself and when he stepped in the bed room he found Draco lounging on the bed, starkers. He looked so sexy that Harry, already half hard with anticipation became fully aroused.

“Well? You coming to bed or not?” asked Draco in a low, sexy whisper.

“Oh hell yes!” said Harry, quickly approaching the bed. He stripped his boxers off and climbed on the bed, straddling Draco.

Their groins aligned, causing wonderful friction that made them gasp in unison and making them thrust together.

“Draco-make love to me! Now!” gasped Harry.

Draco rolled Harry over and grabbed the lube to prepare him. Before he opened the jar, he leaned down and took Harry’s weeping erection in his mouth, sucking hard. He moved his mouth up and licked the tip before engulfing it again. He looked up and saw Harry’s eyes had rolled up in his head.

“Please! Make love to me now! I need you in me now!” he begged.

“Okay. Let me prepare you first. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Just hurry!” came the moan, accompanied by thrashing.

Draco put a pillow under Harry’s hips so he could have better access and Harry spread his legs further.

He coated his fingers with the lube and inserted a finger. Harry gasped and tried to impale himself further on the finger, but Draco had already pushed it in as far as it would go.

“More. Put more in.”

Draco obliged and inserted another finger, scissoring them to stretch Harry more. Once Harry started moving on them, he added a third, moving them around, and brushing them on Harry’s prostate, making Harry practically scream in pleasure when he did so.

“Oh! Do that again, please, oh gods…..” babbled a practically incoherent Harry.

Draco grinned. He loved seeing Harry mindless with pleasure.

He brushed his fingers over that special spot a few more times then decided that Harry was stretched enough and pulled his fingers out. Harry whimpered in disappointment, but was soon rewarded with the blunt head of Draco’s cock brushing his entrance.

Slowly, slowly, slowly he pushed into Harry until he was into the hilt.

Harry’s hot, tight entrance pressed on his cock in the most delicious fashion and it was all he could do to stop himself from cumming right there.

“Oh gods your tight.” he groaned.

Harry just pushed up impatiently, so Draco started moving slowly, building a rhythm that was pleasurable. The rocked together with Harry’s legs around Draco’s waist. Draco leaned down and kissed Harry with all the love and passion he felt for him. This was where he had always dreamed of being.

“Merlin Draco! This feels so good! Harder! Please, fuck me harder!”

They started thrusting faster and soon they were both nearing orgasm. Harry was raising his hips harder and faster, and Draco was pounding into him with equal force and far too soon for either of them, they climaxed simultaneously.

Draco slumped on top of Harry and buried his face in his neck, breathing hard.

“By Salazar, I think that was the best shag I ever had.” breathed Draco.

Harry just laughed weakly and pulled Draco against him harder.

“I love you Draco.”

“I love you too Harry.” he replied, starting to pull out.

“Wait. I love feeling you inside of me. Stay awhile.” he pleaded.

Draco laid back down on Harry, and soon they fell asleep in each others arms.


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The next few weeks went by quickly. Draco and Harry taught each other everything they could to help them in the upcoming war. Draco was well on his way to becoming an animagus and could perfectly cast the Patronus charm, practicing on a boggart that Snape had provided them with. His Patronus was Harry’s animagus form, a phoenix, much to Snape’s displeasure and Harry’s delight. He was also now proficient in many of the defensive spells and transfiguration spells Harry had taught him. Harry was fast becoming an expert in the ‘darker’ offensive spells. Snape and Dumbledore stepped by occasionally. Snape always owled ahead now, so that he never walked in on them again.

And almost every night they made love to each other. They had mapped out each others bodies and formed a connection that was unbreakable. Draco had moved into Harry’s room after that night. He had only slept in the guest room that first night anyways. They spent the nights they didn’t make love planning their future together. This time Harry happily participated and actually felt that he might have a future together, and it was going to be spent with the man he loved.

The publicity from Harry’s ‘outing’ had died down and he received very few letters from people about it, and none of them were threats. Draco was right, nobody in the Wizarding World cared if you were in a same sex relationship. Harry’s threat to Seamus must have worked, because Harry had not heard from him again, and neither had Ron or Hermione. All in all, Harry was very happy. He should have known it wouldn’t last long.

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One month after they first made love, Harry and Draco were ready for Draco to complete is animagus transformation.

“Okay Draco. Just breath and picture your form and think the incantation. You can do it.”

Draco did as he had practiced, and suddenly before Harry was a Dragon, about 5 feet tall, with a wing span of about 6 feet. He was beautiful. His scales were an iridescent silver and when the light hit him, Harry could see a rainbow of colors reflect back.

“Wow Draco! You are so beautiful!

The dragon cocked his head at him and Harry had suspicions that Draco was preening at the compliment.

“Quit preening your vain arse and do the same thing as before and think the incantation to turn back.

Suddenly Draco was before him again, giving him a dirty look.

“Vain arse? Just you wait Harry! The next time your horny as hell, you are going to have to rely on your hand, because I’m not speaking to you!” he pouted.

Harry just stepped forward and have him a kiss that left Draco melting in his arms.

“You are so beautiful my love…I am so proud of you.” he whispered in his ear.

“That was so brilliant Harry. I can’t wait to go flying with you!” said Draco, who had no choice but to forgive Harry after a kiss like that.

“Me neither. Let me fire call Dumbledore. It’s been ages since we’ve been outside. I don’t see no reason why he can’t arrange it for us.”

Harry went to the fireplace and called Dumbledore.

“Headmaster. Draco has completed his animagus training. We would like to go flying. Can you arrange it for us?”

“I’m afraid not Harry. It would be too dangerous.”

“What? Voldie has barely farted in over two months! How can it be too dangerous? We have been cooped up in this house for over a month! We need to get out! If you won’t help us, we’’ just go alone!” yelled Harry. He was furious. He was not just some weapon that they locked up until they needed him. He was a human being! As much as he loved spending time alone with Draco, Harry was too active. He needed to get out and fly. The only time he felt free was when he was in the air, bet it on a broom or in his animagus form.

“Harry, I must insist that you stay put!” demanded Dumbledore.

“With all do respect sir, you can’t tell me what to do! I am of age, no longer in school, nor am I an official member of the Order. I have done what you told me to do since I came to Hogwarts, but I can’t live cooped up like this and neither can Draco. Nobody knows our animagus forms. All I want is one hour to get out and fly. Make it happen, or we’’ go out without protection. Contact me in two hours or were gone.”

Harry cut the connection and looked at Draco.

“Well done Harry. Think he’ll make it happen?”

“I hope so.”

About half and hour later, Dumbledore contacted them. Both Draco and Harry sat in front of the fire to hear his answer.

“Gentlemen, I am afraid that I cannot grant your request at this time. It is just too risky.”

“Like hell it is Dumbledore.” exploded Draco. “You are not going to keep us locked up in here! The Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch is secure enough for us to fly there for an hour, and we are going to do it! We do it all school year, why should it be any different now? If you don’t let us through, we will walk right out to the street, cast a concealment charm and fly right through muggle London! Is that clear?”

Dumbledore looked at them for a moment and for once his eyes were not twinkling. He must have seen that they were dead serious, because he stepped back and let them through.

“One hour gentlemen. That’s it. It is just too risky.”

“How is it too risky when Voldemort has been so quiet lately?”

“Go fly gentlemen. When your done, come back up here and I will explain.” hedged Dumbledore.

They ran down to the pitch, too excited at the prospect of flying together to care what Dumbledore had to say.

They changed forms and took off into the sky.


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