You Always Hurt the One You Love

You Always Hurt the One You Love

Summary:
Harry gets hurt by one of his best friends. Draco can't stand it and wants to bring him comfort. But can he do it without hurting Harry? Harry/Draco lemon one-shot.


Authors' Note: Okay, this is my first time posting a fic on this website, so be honest and tell me what you think okay? The characters may be a bit OOC, but can you blame me? I have no ownership.


“You Always Hurt the One You Love”

Draco finished touching up Harry's tattered face. He put away his first aid kit satisfied that he had done a good enough job at making him feel better. Or at least I hope I have, he thought. I wish there was more I could do for him. I know his feelings must be pretty hurt. After all, Ron was his best friend.

He blew his bangs upward. He couldn't let Harry go on like this. After all, he loved the guy. He was in love with the guy. Even if he didn't know it just yet. He couldn't tell him now though. It wasn't exactly the best time. He wanted to say something nice to Harry.

But he was so used to being mean to him; he didn't know how to be nice. Just say what comes naturally, he thought. Maybe something good will come out of my mouth. And if not I can always smack myself on my forehead. He took in a heavy breath. Here went nothing. He hopped.

"Harry I..."

Before another word crept out of his lips, Harry had him locked in an embrace crying on his shoulder. Draco didn't mind the hug, but the crying he could do without. He wasn't even sure what it was Ron and Harry had fought about.

"All I did was tell Ron he was in love with Hermione." Harry sobbed.

Draco could guess the rest of what happened. Ron denied any such thing, they got into an argument, and then this happened.

"Draco, hold me." Harry requested.

What?! Draco thought incredulously. He pushed Harry off of him. This didn't sound like the Harry Potter he knew and loved. When he looked up at him, Draco struck him across the face. He didn't strike him too hard, just enough so that his face followed the flow of his hand.

"Snap out of it Potter!" Draco yelled.

Harry held his cheek and sat on the edge of the bed.

"So what if you got into a damn fight with the weasel. It takes good friends to have good fights so consider yourself lucky. None of my friends ever fight with me like that."

Draco sniffed and Harry realized he was crying.

"Draco I..." Harry started. He couldn't finish.

"If he didn't want to admit his feelings for Hermione to you, then you have to be his best friend and understand that. You're such an idiot!"

Draco shoved Harry onto his back on the bed. He straddled him between his hips and held him down by the shoulders. Harry tried to get up but he couldn't move.

"It was an open book to you this whole time and you never noticed!" Draco yelled. "Well I am sick of you ignoring my feelings."

Harry stopped struggling as tears patted against his cheeks. When did they start talking about Draco? And what was Draco talking about? He wasn't making much sense.

"Your feelings?" Harry repeated.

"Yes. My feelings." Draco snapped. "And I am sick of laying them before you and you do nothing but ignore me!"

He squeezed Harry's shoulders. He let out a cry wincing in pain. "Oww! Draco that hurts."

Draco blinked. What was he doing? He wanted to tell Harry he was in love with him. But not like this. He loosened his grip on Harry's shoulders and collapsed onto his chest sobbing madly into his shirt.

"I can't say it," he muffled into his clothes. "Not like this. I can't."

Harry propped himself up on his elbows. "Say what?" he asked. "What are you talking about Draco?"

When Draco didn't answer Harry took his chin in his right hand and raised his head until their eyes were level. He wiped his tears away with his thumb.

"Better?" he asked. Draco looked away.

"Now tell me. What do you mean by what you said? I missed something."

Draco sniffed. "You mean you haven't figured it out yet Potter?" he asked.

Harry shook his head. "It's a little over my head until you explain."

Draco leaned forward and lightly pressed their lips together. Harry blinked several times. Now it wasn't over his head. His heart skipped a beat when Draco laid his tongue against his lips asking to enter. Harry closed his eyes and allowed him inside. His hand slipped away from his chin and cupped around his neck.

"Nnghh."

Harry moaned deep in his throat as Draco dug deep into his recesses. His left hand slid up the inside of the dragon's shirt, and trailed up his rib cage until he reached his head and he lifted his arms to discard it. They broke the kiss long enough for them to take it off and they hooked back together again, their lips like magnets attracted to each other.

Harry rolled over on the bed and laid his hands on both sides of Draco's face. Finally the kiss was broken and they hurriedly tried to catch their breath. Harry gently kissed the corner of Draco's lips, down his chin and neck and down to his left nipple. There he wrapped his lips around the peak and began to suck.

"Uhh!"

Draco gasped and gripped Harry's shoulders. Using the tip of his tongue Harry made a circle pattern around the nipple. He nipped him once more before he left for the other breast. Draco blinked as he roughly flicked his tongue over the center and watched with pleasure as it tightened beneath him.

He kissed right above it, the bottom of his lips barely brushing against it, but enough to make Draco shudder and make it pucker even more. Harry laid his hand lightly over it as he kissed his way up the dragon's chest, neck, and back to his hot liquid mouth.

They kissed and left nothing out. None of their hot passion, their burning desire for each other, nothing. It was all there lying open on their sleeves. Everything they had.

Draco's hands gripped the bottom of Harry's shirt and he pulled it over his head, jerking it off his body and throwing it behind him. He rolled back over shoving Harry back onto his back. Draco leisurely slipped his lips away from Harry's and suckled little bits of his skin, he tongue relishing the sultry taste.

He kissed the bottom of Harry's chin, and flicked his tongue over several areas of flesh. Draco made his way to Harry's right ear and slowly dipped his tongue inside, his lips trapping his earlobe. Harry tried not to gasp and instead bit down on his bottom lip. Hard.

Unsatisfied with the reaction, Draco trailed his fingers across Harry's shoulders, making him tingle and shudder with pleasure. He trailed his fingers down the middle of his chest, his right set of his rib cage until he reached his pants where he hooked his first finger under the rim.

Harry grabbed fistfuls of sheets, prepared for what was to come. Draco slid his hand over his bare chest and pulled the slacks down, gently kissing the sultry flesh it revealed to him. Draco flicked his tongue down Harry's center, making Harry release already. He smirked, but wasn't yet satisfied. He needed more, and he knew Harry wanted more.

Draco slipped him inside his mouth, sliding his tongue over his tip, tasting him for the first time. His hand slipped down to Harry's wrist and pulled his hand and the sheets apart. He brought it down to rest on his cheek, he could feel what he was doing to him even more now.

Harry groaned hard in his throat and threw his head to the side as his dragon applied powerful suction. He released him a little bit and sucked harder.. Harry cried out and gripped the sheet even tighter. Draco's hands slid beneath Harry's legs and gripped his upper thighs.

Lifting him up he pushed him further into him until his lips touched his hair. He lowered his body, pulling him out of his mouth, then pulled him back in with greater force. Harry cried out Draco's name. Draco released him, watching him release once again. He smiled and licked him clean.

Harry breathed in deeply. His hand was brought to the zipper of Draco's pants. Draco positioned his fingers around the small piece of metal and pulled his hand down. He undid his own button and slid the pants down his hips, and down his legs, stepping out of them when they reached the ground. Harry looked and realized how much Draco had released without him knowing it.

Grabbing Harry by the waist, Draco pulled them off the bed and onto their knees on the floor. Draco turned Harry in his arms and entered him from behind.

"Ahh."

Harry cried out and clenched the edge of the bed until his knuckles turned white. He didn't notice that Draco had stopped and was now wiping his brow free of sweat. When Harry looked back at him he smiled and kissed his lips.

Harry tried to lean into the kiss, but Draco pulled his face too far away. He reached his arms out in front of him and put his hands over Harry's on the bed. As Harry looked in front of him, Draco leaned the rest of the way into him. He gasped and arched his back.

He gritted his teeth and shut his eyes. Draco pulled out and entered him with more strength. With his back still arched and eyes still closed, Harry lowered his head. He gripped the bed tighter, moaning deeply about ready to cry out again as Draco pushed into him hard and pulled back out.

As he repeated the process, Draco lowered one of his hands, took Harry in his palm and squeezed hard enough. Harry yelled as Draco rubbed up and down, pushed in and out faster and faster with each passing. Sweat trickled down his forehead, his breath came to him little bits and pieces at a time.

Finally Harry screamed out his climax at the top of his lungs, fully exploding in Draco's palm. Draco's hand gripped Harry's hand tighter while his knuckles turned white. He screamed in unison to Harry, spilling out inside of him. His hand slipped away from Harry's center and rested on the inside of his thigh as he leaned forward and rested his chin on his shoulder. Both of them collapsed onto their sides on the floor, breathing heavily in and out. Draco leaned over and gently kissed the corner of Harry's closed eyelid.

Harry moved his arm backward and cupped the bottom of Draco's upper thigh.

"Your feelings," he whispered.

In the doorway Ron and Hermione stood watching their best friend, and their nemeses make hot passionate love. Hermione looked at Ron and took his hand. Ron nodded and led her eagerly down the hall.

"I love you Harry Potter." Draco whispered contently.

"And I love you Draco Malfoy." Harry whispered happily.


Authors' Note: So how was it? I’d like to get some reviews so let me know. I may be new here, but I’m definitely not new to the whole fan fiction writing thing. : )