Sir Harry J Potter GCOM

### 8TH YEAR TOWER ###

Harry took the news back to the others; Blaise was very pleased that he had the possibility of the Magical Tutoring course, but Draco was less exultant.

When they were in the privacy of their room Harry challenged Draco: “I thought you’d be pleased with the outcome?”

“I am, but this morning’s reception has made me think again. What if I’m confronted with that kind of hostility in the classroom?”

“It was the older ones who stirred up trouble, wasn’t it? Led by Bole Junior.”

“Yes!”

“So, we’re all practicing on the younger ones to begin with.”

“Yes; but ...”

Harry understood that Draco was more shaken than he was letting on. As Draco was sitting on the settee under their window Harry went to sit next door to him. When Draco looked up, Harry thought he saw a faint quiver on Draco’s lips. Harry grabbed Draco’s hands and squeezed gently, looking into his misted eyes.

“I think you were more shocked by this morning’s hullabaloo than you let on, Draco. It may not help, but I have been through the same thing. Just when I thought I was being accepted by the students here, they all turned on me; including you and your cronies. It hurts a lot, I needed a shoulder to cry on and Hermione provided one. I shouted and ranted also, but she took it all and helped me to heal. If it’s any help, I’m here for you.”

“Why?” Draco almost sobbed.

“Because I’m your room-mate, and I rather like the new Draco.”

“I still feel like the old Malfoy.”

“If it’s any help; I intend to speak on behalf of your mother when she appears for trial. Her dissimulation was a key in my defeating Voldie.”

“What about my father?”

“Can you tell me anything that would exonerate him?”

“No …! Even I see now that he was an evil bastard, a fit lackey for Voldie. All he thought of was his good standing. I was beaten because I couldn’t conform to his supposed standards and be a perfect Malfoy. He murdered and tortured almost as much as Aunt Dirtitrix and, to crown it all, he cheated on Mother and boasted about it to her face … And to think I used to want to be like him.” Draco shuddered and a single tear rolled down his cheek.

Harry squeezed hands comfortingly. Draco looked up and sniffed: “I-I-I’m not sure I can go through with it.”

Harry had a sudden urge to hug Draco. He did so and Draco gasped. Just as Harry was about to leave go and apologise the floodgates opened. Draco was racked by sobs and he clung on to Harry as though his life depended on it. Harry was nonplussed by the reaction, but realised that Draco needed an outlet for his bottled up emotions. Many, many minutes went by as the blond sobbed on the brunet’s shoulder. Each time Harry thought it was over and shifted slightly it brought a fresh outburst of weeping and sniffling.

Eventually the Slyth heaved a great sigh and the tears stopped. Draco looked up and Harry loosened his hug slightly.

Red eyed, the fair one said with a wry smile: “Father said that to cry was a sign of weakness. Possibly it is, but I feel as though something menacing has flown away; something that was threatening my very being. Thanks Harry, I think I needed that. I’m sorry if I ruined your shirt.”

Harry looked surprised and then regarded his chest. The shirt was ringing wet.

“No probs, Draco. I’m sure Huppert can fix it. Are you sure you’re all right?”

Sniff: “Yes ... At least ... I think I am, thanks. Look at the time! It’s almost one in the morning.”

“Let’s have a shower, shall we? We can always sleep in, in the morning.”

“No we can’t, it’s Quidditch practice!” Draco started to strip and was a little less pedantic about folding his clothes.

Harry followed much the same pattern and trailed Draco into the bathroom.

In the doorway Draco turned and grabbed Harry’s hands: “I want to thank you again, Harry. Being able to let go and tell someone who understands has made a lot of difference. I shall probably have a few more weepy-dos before this term is over.”

Harry smiled back sympathetically: “Let’s make a pact, shall we? I need someone to understand sometimes as well. From what I’ve learned about your home life so far, I think you were as miserable as I was. Hermione had a happy upbringing and tries to understand, but sometimes she’s so appalled at what happened that we lose empathy. You and I have been through it, so maybe we can support each other more meaningfully.”

“Sounds like a good idea. C’mon we’re both shivering; let’s get under the shower to warm us up before bed.”

They both luxuriated under the hot water, chatting about little incidents in their past and finding the many similarities that they shared. All skin-crinkled from over-exposure to the water, they dried off and climbed between the sheets; soon drifting off to sleep.

### NIGHTMARE ###

It was dark when Harry awoke suddenly. In his dream Voldie had been chasing him with Crucio Curses. Harry had been jumping out of the way when Voldie fired an enwrapping charm. Harry fought, but to no avail.

“Harry, Harry, wake up your having a bad dream!”

“Mmmwhatt?” Harry felt someone stroking his forehead – a not altogether unpleasant sensation.”

“Are you awake now?”

“Yes, but I’m all tied up.”

“I know you are. Just roll over gently and I’ll untangle you … Not too far … You’ll roll of the bed … That’s it … Now, shuffle towards me again … And roll.”

Four or five goes had the sheet unwrapped from Harry and Draco chuckling: “It gets quite cold when your partner pinches all the bedclothes.”

Harry sat up: “Sorry Draco … Thanks for the help … More than once I’ve had to go to Poppy to get my bruises healed - having fallen helplessly out of bed … Thanks again.”

“One all - one sobbing do versus one nightmare. Okay?”

“Okay!” Harry helped Draco to sort out their bedclothes and they lay down again.

Next time Harry awoke he found a hand gently holding his – a smiling Draco was fast asleep and Harry found that he rather liked the sensation, so he snuggled down and fell into a contented slumber.

### AWAKENING ###

The Thursday morning awakening was because Draco was trying to disentangle their fingers.

“S-sorry Harry, I must have grabbed your hand.”

“Yes I know. I woke up at five and you were holding it.”

“Why didn’t you wake me and tell me to stop?”

“It gave me a comfortable feeling and you seemed to be enjoying it from the smile on your face; so what was the point?”

“Hmm … But normal boys don’t do that sort of thing, do they?”

“Since when, were you and I normal boys?”

Draco giggled: “I s’pose we aren’t at that, shall we let go now?”

Harry smiled back: “I’m sure Blaise and Justin wouldn’t mind seeing us holding hands, perhaps some of the others might think it odd.”

“Ron would go berserk.”

“Probably not, the twins were more than close, you know. And then there’s Charlie.”

“Really? Father would already be beating me bloody if had admitted to something like that.”

“So?”

Draco blushed: “Not sure, I’ve lightly experimented both ways. And had wet dreams about tying you down and getting yours out to play with. But then I was imagining getting my own back and humiliating you; so maybe that doesn’t count.”

“Right … I did the same after some of our spats. Some of the things I dreamed about would probably have injured you for life, but it was very exciting at the time. I got very hot … Oh dear!”

“What is it?”

“Um … I seem to have an erection just thinking about it.”

“So have I … Look?” Draco rolled the sheets down and Harry saw a crimson pole poking out of Draco’s fair curls.

Harry pushed the bedclothes on his side down to reveal and equivalent hard-on. For a minute each one stared fixedly at their room-mate’s bobbing boner.

“Hmm … Would you like to feel mine? I’d like to find out what yours really feels like.” Draco licked his lips nervously.

Harry looked at Draco with his mouth open: “Um … Fine … Think I’d like to, too … Um … Are you sure?”

Draco licked his lips once more and tentatively placed his fingers on Harry’s thigh. Harry grabbed Draco’s wrist and gulped. Draco started to pull away, having decided that it was probably not a good idea, after all. Harry sighed, and moved Draco’s wrist so that the fingers now rested on Harry’s balls. Draco swallowed hard and took hold of Harry’s other hand, pulling it towards his distended dong.

As each one overcame his fears the exploration started, tentative at first but becoming bolder when the opposite did not object. If one fondled balls, the other one copied it. Draco ran a lightly clasped thumb and forefinger up Harry’s hard-on, Harry followed suit on Draco’s dong. Harry ran his fingers lightly round Draco’s mushroom edges eliciting a gasp of pleasure; Draco demonstrated the same technique and then explored Harry’s glans-eye. Harry caressed Draco in the same place and tried a tentative pump. As they were now not holding each other’s wrists, so the other hand went exploring also.

They grew more and more excited by the feelings engendered and their abdomens started to pulse in time to the fingers’ many manipulations.

Draco huffed loudly: “Oh - oh - oh.” and arched his back. Harry watched entranced as cream shot out of the purple prick-head in his hand.

Then it was Harry’s turn to succumb to Draco’s ministrations.

The both lay panting, hands still holding each other’s semi-erections and glistening with spent ejaculate.

“Um … That was quite something, Draco.”

“Yes … Wasn’t it? Much better than doing it by myself, or in my dreams.”

“Better than my dreams too. I wasn’t angry with you and you weren’t tied up and helpless.”

“Do you want to do it again?”

“What now?”

“Hmm … I really meant later, but if you want to?”

“Um … It’s tempting but we ought to get up and have a shower before breakfast. Don’t forget the Quidditch practice; we ought to preserve some energy for that.”

“Yes … That’s what I had in mind too. Maybe this evening after our Transfiguration lesson?”

“Okay! A different kind of transfiguration to look forward to,” Harry smirked.

Draco screwed up his nose comically: “How droll! Let’s get rid of this mess please.”

They released each other and arose, being careful not to let anything drip onto the carpet. They shuffled into the bathroom and under the shower spray.

Draco carefully soaped his fist and forearm: “There must be a charm to get rid of this goo, but I’m not sure I could ask Filius to show me.”

Harry giggled: “I bet Blaise knows – he’s ace at charms.”

“If I ask him he’ll immediately think we’re dating. Then he’s bound let it slip to the others.”

“How about you make a slimy potion when you’re demonstrating to us. Then I’ll get some on my hands. You can pretend that it is harmful if left on too long and we can ask him to remove it. Then when it’s his go at demonstrating we can get him to teach us all. I’m fed up of secretly washing out hankies afterwards.”

“Mmm … me too … That’s very Slytherin of you.”

They came out of the shower and started drying.

“I wonder if things would have been different if we’d become friends then.”

“Probably not – we’re both more mature now – the war has altered us all. Still we’re friends now, aren’t we?”

Draco giggled: “Intimate friends?”

“Fool!” Harry flicked his towel at Draco’s arse.

“That’s war talk: Potter!” Draco used his towel corner on Harry’s posterior.

Their giggling flicking battle continued until both had rosy rear-ends and had collapsed in laughter.

### BREAKFAST ###

Breakfast downstairs was also fun; a case of serving yourself by lifting the tureen lid to see what was within. Once fully fed, they all went out of the hidden door and across to the Quidditch pitch. The rest of the students were inside doing classes. The six girls opted to watch leaving the fourteen boys flying around in two teams. Draco and Harry were the two seekers and Ronald opted to keep goal on Draco’s team leaving Harry with Dean as his keeper. There was a lot of whooping and hollering plus a little Quidditch towards the end. That came when both seekers grabbed at the snitch. Draco’s hand was on the inside so his team won.

“You let me catch it on purpose, Harry,” accused Draco.

“No I didn’t, well not really, I was dreaming about what we did this morning.”

Draco giggled and made sheep’s eyes at Harry. Then he turned: “And you, Ron. Why did you choose my side?”

“To balance Harry out.”

“Bloody Gryffs, always trying to be fair. I’m not used to it yet. Thanks anyway.” A smiling Draco gave a surprised Ronald a slight side hug.

They all walked leisurely towards the tower, only hurrying at the last minute when they heard the bell for the lunch break. It was a good thing they did because Bole and his cronies rushed out on to the pitch bent on more mayhem.

### SHARED ROOM ###

Draco and Harry watched the would-be attackers from their high window as the duo dried themselves after their shower.

“You know, I think we’ll have to have a showdown with them before they’ll quieten down, Draco.”

“Yes Harry, I was thinking much the same myself. Only I’d like to develop my defence charms some more before we do so. I know that Blaise is still unsure of the Protego subtleties.”

“I wasn’t thinking of right away, but in a month or so, sometime before the end of October. It would be nice to celebrate Halloween as a complete school.”

“That’s a reasonable target. C’mon, all that exercise has made me hungry.”

“Fine … How about a slimy potion this afternoon?”

“What?”

“Blaise promised to coach us charms after tea, when Neville’s got the twins and his Herbology group.”

“Right! Got just the potion in mind and doesn’t take too long to brew. If you accidentally forget the foxglove seeds, yours will go all jelly-like and smell foul. It doesn’t hurt, but you could make a fuss and I’ll ask Blaise to get it off you, Okay?”

“Okay, but you’ll have to pair me with someone other than Hermione, she’ll remind me otherwise. Not Neville; we need to boost his potions prowess.”

“I’ll put you with Michael he’s forgetful too. He forgot to stir in the proper direction last time. He’d do better at Divination than Potions. His intuitive mind is more suited to that subject.”

“Maybe after this fiasco we can persuade him.”

“Now who’s being Slytherin?”

“Okay, okay, let’s eat,” Harry opened their door with a flourish and bowed extravagantly as Draco exited.