Red

Disclamer:This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.


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Please note Red follows Green in the Colour Series.

Draco stretched out on a freshly transfigured sofa, Harry would be along any minute, and he was looking forwards to seeing him. They might have been ‘out’ for a little over two weeks, with Harry’s friends at least, but they didn’t manage to get together often outside of the time they spent together in Draco’s room; both of them were taking several of the more time consuming NEWTs and had Quidditch practice on a regular basis that ate into their free time. Draco didn’t mind though, they were doing all right, better than all right really, and the anticipation of time they could spend together brought a sensation that Draco was rapidly becoming attached to.

He reached around himself and pulled the plush green cushion that was beneath his head into a more accommodating position then brought his hand back to rest lightly on his stomach after checking the time on his watch. Five-to-nine. Still. Perhaps he should go over his essay for Snape again, he might have miss- he’s here! Draco thought, standing and going to greet Harry as his password guarded door swung open.

“And hello to you too,” Harry said amusedly, a grin on his face as he pulled back from the enthusiastic kiss and pushed blindly behind him with one hand to close the door.

Draco said nothing, just smirked then leaned in for another kiss. As Harry pulled him in close, Draco decided that all their kissing definitely had an added bonus, as they learnt and remembered more about what each other liked the kisses became more rewarding.

He loved the way Harry’s fingers fiddled with his hair, playing with it before using it to manipulate Draco to exactly where Harry wanted him, especially seeing how it was usually where Draco wanted to be anyway. For instance, Harry’s fingers were currently curled into Draco’s hair, holding him to their kiss, as if Harry almost thought he’d move away without it.

One of Harry’s hands released his blond hair and slid down his body to his lower back and then lower still to cup his arse. Grinning into the kiss Draco leaned his weight onto his arms, onto Harry, to give him a hint of warning so they didn’t go crashing backwards, then lifted his legs up and wrapped them securely around Harry’s waist.

It was Harry who broke the kiss as he moved them into the room and set Draco on his back on his bed.

Draco reached up and pulled Harry’s glasses off, but handed them back to Harry to toss onto a free surface. “Won’t be needing those,” he told Harry as he did so.

Harry chuckled. “That’s true.” He set his glasses down on top of a well-read copy of Quidditch Monthly on Draco’s bedside table before making Draco shuffle back to the centre of his bed and joining him there.

He straddled Draco’s hips and leaned down to kiss him as unbuttoned the other boy’s shirt. He licked a line up Draco’s neck and smiled against his skin when Draco responded by tipping his head back and moaning.

“Fuck,” Draco swore and grabbed Harry’s arse, pulling him down as he ground up against him.

He could feel Harry’s grin against his neck this time, and smacked him lightly, “I’m certain there are better things you could be doing right now with that mouth.”

Harry pulled back enough that Draco could see the wicked grin across his face and then used his wand to vanish Draco’s clothes, leaving only the silver and green striped tie secured around his neck.

Draco looked down himself and said, “Well, that’s one way to do it.” He stroked his fingers down the length of green and silver silk, enjoying the way Harry’s eyes followed his hand down from the knot at his throat to the tip of the tie and then on; down over the soft, pale skin of his stomach and then lightly through the almost white blond hair that led down from his navel. He smirked when Harry’s eyes widened slightly as he reached the end of his body and took a hold of his own member, stroking himself as Harry watched.

While Harry watched him slowly work himself, Draco was watching Harry. He watched as his tongue darted out to wet dry lips, as Harry shifted, increasingly, and watched as Harry began to distractedly strip off his own clothes. He watched, curious, as Harry flung his shirt aside carelessly, but then set his red and gold striped Gryffindor tie down beside him, eyes even flickering down to check that it had not slid over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. They returned to him though, and that’s really all that mattered right now.

“Stop.”

Draco blinked.

Stop? That was not usually something he heard from Harry, especially not when he was looking so delectable (even if he did say so himself) and when Harry looked to be rather enjoying the eyeful he was getting.

“Come on Draco, you heard me, stop.”

Wondering exactly why he was being made to do so, he decided to comply and stopped completely, hands coming off and going wide, in that universal gesture of no harm intended.

“Scoot back, middle of the bed, lie there.”

“Am I meant to reply with ‘yes, sir’?” Draco asked cheekily, but went where he’d been directed nevertheless.

Harry crawled across the bed to where Draco lay waiting, placing one arm the other side of Draco to his body to brace himself, Harry leaned down and kissed Draco.

Harry pulled away when Draco’s hand stroked over his side. “Nuh-uh,” he said, speaking against Draco’s lips, breath warm and delicious over his mouth.

“If you don’t keep your hands still I might just have to make sure that they do myself.”

Draco almost choked on air as he forgot exactly how to breathe at Harry’s suggestion. As his chest relearned breathing, he wondered whether he wanted Harry to follow through on his threat. A certain part of him didn’t seem disagreeable to the idea, but actually letting him do that? If he keeps this up I’ll do anything he wants, Draco thought, trying to resist the temptation to slide his hands into Harry’s hair as the other boy placed myriad kisses across his chest and stomach.

When Harry’s teeth bit down around a nipple that had already been subject to several minutes worth of attention Draco decided that he’d been patient enough and that if he couldn’t trust Harry then they were fucked in a non-literal sense. Well, he thought those things in the microseconds after he had already moved his hands, sliding and tangling them into Harry’s messy mop of black hair.

Harry looked up, amusement glinting in his eyes as he licked in one broad, flat-tongued swipe over the indentations he’d left in Draco’s skin, then sat back on his haunches.

“I thought that I had made myself clear.”

Draco said nothing, just waited to see whether Harry would follow through.

His resolve to just wait and see almost cracked when Harry muttered, “Oh damnit,” and almost fell to the floor, reaching down and finally collecting something from the floor which he held up, triumphant and grinning. “Little bugger thought it could escape,” Harry said, shaking the tie slightly. The red and gold silk gave a very half-hearted wobble and then flopped over Harry’s hand.

“Hands, please.”

Draco raised an eyebrow at the ‘please’, but offered his hands up, surprised that Harry was actually doing it.

Harry knelt, one leg either side of Draco’s body and looked between the offered hands, the tie and the headboard.

“Huh. Scoot back a bit?”

Well, that matched the situation about as well as the ‘please’ had, in Draco’s most humble opinion.

I will not laugh. I will not laugh. Iwillnotlaugh. I wi- He couldn’t help it. He laughed.

“Watch it, you. I could just leave.”

“Sorry,” Draco said, and managed to keep most of his amusement out of his voice.

“Good. Hands?”

This time when Draco offered said appendages up Harry took them both in one hand and slid the loop of his already knotted tie down around his wrists, pulling the ends so that the knot slid down and tightened, not too much, but enough that he had to think a bit before an idea of how he could pull free came to him.

Just to be cheeky, when Harry leaned forwards to secure the ends of the tie to the headboard, Draco stretched his head up and licked Harry’s chest.

“Awful cocky for someone completely at my mercy,” Harry said.

Draco thought for a moment. “You wouldn’t like me so much if I wasn’t.”

“Git.”

“Prat,” Draco returned, and stuck his tongue out. Funny how childish name calling put them right back at complete ease with each other.

He was tempted to ask ‘so what now’, but Harry didn’t give him much of an opportunity, swooping down and claiming his lips in a scorching kiss.

In Draco’s opinion Harry pulled away far too soon, moving to the side of the bed and fishing around on the floor again.

“Try the second draw in the nightstand to the left,” Draco said trying to speed things along a bit. Only moments ago Harry’d been here, hot and warm and ohsodelicious and now he was gone and damnit the dungeon room wasn’t the best place for someone damp with sweat to be lying around alone.

“Not that, prat,” Harry said, then grunted as he slipped forwards and only just stopped himself tumbling off the side of the bed.

Draco frowned when Harry dangled a vial of shimmering, sparkling, redglitter in front of his face. “And you think you’re putting that on me?”

“Yes.”

“Did you catch a bludger to the head at practice?”

“No.”

“That’s glitter,” Draco said in the sort of tone that clearly says ‘you’ve gone completely nuts, absolutely bonkers, and I’m going to say things slowly and carefully so I don’t startle you’.

“No.”

Draco frowned and tilted his head to the side. “It looks an awful lot like glitter.”

“Well… it’s not entirely glitter then.”

“And the part that isn’t glitter is…?”

“I’ll have you know that this is scented massage oil. Nicked it from Lav.”

“Well that explains the glitter at least.”

“And it is going on you.”

“Thought as much.”

Harry threw the vial up in the air and caught it again. “Yep,” he said, then shuffled down to Draco’s feet where he uncorked the vial and poured a small puddle of the oil into his left hand.

Draco rearranged his arms and shifted slightly so that he could more easily watch Harry as he smoothed the oil first into his own hands, then as he reached for Draco’s left foot and did a very thorough job of turning that foot into a shimmery pile of goo and happy feelings.

When Harry turned his attentions to the rest of his leg and then the other one too Draco gave up watching and just let himself feel every touch with his whole mind.

“It’s a shame that the red clashes with your nails.”

Draco decided that he didn’t have the energy to properly glare, but opened one eye a crack and tried anyway. “When they were painted I didn’t know tonight involved red glitter.”

“Lime green is a nice touch though; Slytherin.”

“Shut it. It’s the closest Pansy had when she did them and neither of us were clear minded enough at the time to charm it darker.”

Harry snorted, “Naughty prefects, aren’t you two suppose to set an example or something?”

Draco’s eye slipped shut again as Harry’s hands slid over his right thigh. “Do that again. And it isn’t like we were parading around the common room half-cut, unlike some prefectly friends of yours.”

There was a pause in which Harry’s hands came off of him completely, but there was the sound of a cork being fiddled with and then he was back, sliding his hands over Draco’s hips making him squirm in an effort for more contact.

“Hmm, strawberry,” Draco said.

Harry’s tongue licked over a freshly oiled patch. “Definitely strawberry,” he agreed.

“It’s edible?”

“I hope so.” A rustle and clink of nails on glass followed, Draco thought that Harry must have been reaching around, because one of his hands was resting, warm and oily and wonderfully on the skin just to the left of his left hipbone.

“Yep, says so on the tag, ‘edible’.” And his left hand mirrored his right as he leaned down and licked a strip through the glittered oil. He swirled his hands through the track his tongue had left and repeated the gesture. “Good thing I like strawberries, isn’t it?”

“Mmm,” Draco agreed. He decided that Harry had the most fantastic tongue he’d ever known as it travelled over his body causing his thoughts to become fuzzy and incoherent.

His body arched up into Harry’s touch and his arms tugged against the restraining tie as he tried to touch the other boy.

Harry’s mouth preceded his hands to Draco’s chest, his tongue working over the red marks his teeth had left a short while ago while his hands were still stroking and massaging Draco’s sides.

Draco had long since passed the point of becoming nothing more than a quivering lump of need tied to the bed when Harry actually reached to give him the touch he wanted the most. A small sob escaped among the whimpers when Harry gave only one light stroke over the heated flesh before pulling back and sitting on his haunches. It took three tries before he realised Harry was telling him to do something, and another few moments to actually shift to lie on his front.

Harry had already quite completely done his arms and legs, something Draco was grateful for when Harry’s hands stroked down his neck and out to his shoulders, he didn’t think that he’d be able to wait it out if he went back to his limbs.

The teasing touch down his spine that followed firm movements down his sides, the way Harry’s tongue mimicked his fingertips down the bony ridge before he placed a kiss at the small of his back had Draco shivering.

Harry hummed against his skin, and Draco wondered how much of the glittered oil had transferred from Harry’s hands as he massaged it into his skin, only for it to end up back on Harry, then Harry’s hands were on his hips, pulling him up and then arranging him how Harry wanted him, and fuck if it wasn’t so hard to not come right then, sheer foreknowledge of what Harry wanted to do enough to send a shock of heat running through him.

A small part of Draco pulled itself out of the warm fog of lust and started to worry. If he was right, and he was completely sure that he was, then this was taking things much further than they’d gone before. Sure they’d played around a bit, but this was different, this would be very different, he was sure.

Then Harry tucked in behind him and the worry faded in a combination of surety that Harry wouldn’t hurt him intentionally, not anymore, and sensory overload as Harry pressed his chest tight against his back and his mouth beside Draco’s ear and began to talk.

Draco was quite certain that whatever it was Harry was saying didn’t actually make any sense, not if you weren’t Draco right in that moment, because the jumbled up words of lust and reassurance made perfect sense to him.

As Harry’s oil slicked fingers worked to prepare and soothe him, they continued a jumbled conversation of partial sentences and ideas broken with the occasional gasp, shudder and moan. The very tip of Harry’s tongue ghosted over the rim of his ear, and Draco whined, tilting his head to try and get Harry to do it again.

Harry chuckled, and nipped at Draco’s ear, “Sometimes I wonder if you ever stop whining.”

If Harry could form a complete sentence, then so could he, Draco decided, only it didn’t exactly work, through no fault of Draco’s own; Harry simultaneously twisted his fingers and licked over Draco’s ear again, reducing his witty retort to a broken, “Never.”

When it finally happened, it didn’t last long, they’d held off as long as they could already just to reach this point. Draco didn’t mind that though, not when he felt warm and relaxed and like he’d just caught the snitch all at once.

When Harry moved off him and released him from the red and gold silk, the first thing Draco did was to turn and yank Harry into a kiss, hands fisting in the scruffy mop of black hair with as much energy as he could muster.

Draco pulled back, intending to say something, but Harry’s hand, the silver and green Slytherin tie coiled around it, drew him back into a more relaxed kiss than the one Draco had initiated moments before. Pressing kisses lazily to the side of Draco’s mouth and face Harry spoke, “You know that saying about people glowing after sex? I really think it applies well to you.”

Draco glanced down at his skin, a red shimmer clearly visible. “Git. This had better come off easily.”

“Tag on the bottle says it fades away after about an hour outside of the bottle,” Harry said, then smiled as his own glitter covered hands stroked over Draco.

“Guess we’ll have to find a way to fill an hour then, won’t we?”