Lovingly Lettered

Diclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do not own Harry Potter and/or any other characters used in this fic. They are all property of J.K. Rowling.

A/N: This fic is dedicated to Kat because she requested a fic and I can't refuse a request, lol.


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I love you.

"What's that?"

"Nothing," Harry said quickly, shoving the note deep inside his bag and picking up his fork, starting on his eggs. Ron gave him an odd look for a moment but, in the end, said nothing, shrugged, and went back to his breakfast as well.

When Ron was dually involved in his kippers, Harry chanced a glance up. Everyone at his table was eating, completely unaware of anything out of the ordinary. Harry shook his head and sighed, reaching in and shoving the note deeper into his bag.

For the rest of the meal, he played with his food, not interested in eating. Beside him, Hermione chastised him on his lacking appetite. Harry ignored her as usual and merely waited for the bell to ring for class. He was finally granted his wish and the three of them rose from the table and made their way out of the Hall and up the stairs to the Transfiguration room.

They took their seats and Harry tried desperately to tune out Hermione's mutterings about their upcoming N.E.W.T's.

"... Half our grade, Harry! Do you know what that means?! I can't believe you haven't made up a study schedule! I'll make you one this afternoon..."

Harry sighed again and let her ramble on, completely unaware of his disinterest. Beside him, Ron imitated Hermione behind her back until she caught him and sent him a death glare which, quite effectively, shut him up.

"Ron, I don't know why you don't think this is important! It's our last year and our last chance to get the grades we need for the future!"

"But, Hermione," Ron whined, "N.E.W.T's aren't for months!"

"Nine weeks! That's not months!"

Harry groaned as he listened to them bicker. He wished they would just fuck and get it over with. Having to listen to it, even though Voldemort was gone, made it ten times harder to get anything done. He had figured that Voldemort's death might have triggered something in their brains! But it hadn't, and they argued worse than ever.

Harry did his best to ignore them as they sat down and took out their books. Harry laid out a piece of parchment and a quill for notes and set his books on the edge of his desk. Beside him, Hermione huffed haughtily. Their argument was apparently over.

"So you're taking notes today?" Hermione asked waspishly, taking her anger out on Harry instead.

"Yes," he replied slowly. "I always do."

"Yes, but you can't read them, can you?" she asked pointedly.

Harry rolled his eyes and held back the agonized groan that wanted to come out of his mouth. He stopped himself, though, and forced himself to look away from her. He didn't want to get into an argument just because she was angry at Ron.

"Alright, class," Professor McGonagall greeted them in her usual brisk voice, "today you will be working on the N.E.W.T level transformations."

Harry listened as McGonagall began to write give her lecture. He began taking down notes and was halfway down the first sheet of parchment when a note appeared right where he'd been about to write.

Emerald green and ruby red,
Midnight black and golden tan,
Fuck me, I love your hands.
Especially on me in bed.

Harry's eyes widened at the note and he blushed slightly. Before anyone could see, he hastily ripped off the note and shoved it into his bag. He struggled to control his color, glancing around to make sure no one had seen. They hadn't. All were busy copying down McGonagall's lecture.

Harry quickly returned to taking notes. He did his best to concentrate throughout the class but couldn’t seem to focus quite as much as he would have liked. By the end of the lesson, Hermione was on his case again.

"It's not that hard, Harry. All you have to do is concentrate and it will work!"

"I know, Hermione," he sighed. "Can we drop it, please?"

Hermione didn't look like she wanted to, but, after hard look from Harry, did. At the base of the marble stairs, they separated, Hermione off to Arithmancy and Ron and Harry up to Trelawney’s classroom. Harry still didn't quite understand why he hadn't just dropped the subject two years ago when he'd had the chance.

Either way, he found himself trooping up to the west tower, trying and failing to ignore the portrait of Sir Cadogan and his fat pony.

"Ho, good sirs!" he called to them as they passed. "What news from yonder tower?"

"There's news that your portrait needs to be burned," Harry muttered under his breath and Ron laughed. Sir Cadogan followed them as far as he could, clanking and yelling at them to fight the entire time.

Finally, they left all the portraits behind and made it to the landing where the silvery step ladder descended. Harry and Ron climbed up, one after the other, into the heavily perfumed room. They made their way through the cluttered mass of chairs and tables to their usual one by the window.

They plopped down and pulled out their books and waited for Trelawney. While Harry was waiting, he opened his book and began to flip to random pages, just looking for a little entertainment. He flipped to the last page and was about to shut it when fresh ink appeared on the page.

Up against the wall, I have you.
Powerless against me.
Someday you'll see,
Know what's best for you, I do.

Harry stared at the message and then slammed the book shut. He shoved the book into the middle of the table and removed his hands quickly, crossing his arms tightly in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Ron whispered, as Trelawney had just made her appearance.

"Nothing," Harry whispered back. It sure seems like I'm saying that a lot lately, he thought to himself.

He couldn't think too much on the subject, though, as Professor Trelawney had started the lesson and was directing them to review reading tea leaves. It seemed that all the teachers had given up trying to teach them anything new and opted instead for review of things they had learned long ago.

Harry and Ron drank the scalding tea she had given them and turned them over, letting the tea drain out. Harry pulled his away first and handed it to Ron.

"Well, what am I going to die from this time?" he asked sarcastically. He would have thought, after he had killed Voldemort and everything, that Trelawney would stop predicting his death. But no. She hadn't.

Ron chuckled and took Harry's cup and turned it all around, squinting to make out the shapes in the leaves. "Well..." he said, tilting his head to the left and looking into the cup, "that looks like a rope... that means," he flipped through his book, "you feel tied up, restrained. And that there, it looks kinda like a sun. But how can you be restrained and happy?"

Harry shrugged, flushing slightly. He urged Ron to continue, though. "Go on."

"Okay, this kind of looks like a bat. And bats mean... danger, darkness."

"That's not good," Harry said conversationally.

Just then, Professor Trelawney swooped over and snatched up Harry's cup. Like always, she gasped and half the class turned to listen. The other half were far too used to this to care.

"My dear!" she exclaimed. "You have--"

"Not the Grim again," Harry muttered and Ron stifled a laugh.

Professor Trelawney went on as though she hadn't heard him... or maybe she hadn't. "-- a snake! That means danger is lurking! Be on your guard! Oh! And I see a book... how odd. Knowledge is in your power, my dear."

Harry had no idea what that meant, and so nodded politely and waited for her to leave before turning to Ron. "She's off her nut."

"'Fraid so," Ron agreed.

Harry just shook his head and reached for Ron's cup. He spent the rest of the lesson wrongly interpreting Ron's tea leaves, much to their amusement and Trelawney's annoyance. Finally, the lesson was over and they were allowed to leave the stifling heat of the tower for the castle below.

Harry and Ron joked all the way down to the Great Hall for lunch.

"Harry, watch out, a snake!" Ron exclaimed when Draco Malfoy came out of a classroom in front of them. Harry laughed and Draco scowled at the two of them, brushing past and holding his head haughtily high and leaving them behind.

"Watch out, Ron, a bat!"

Ron wheeled around to where Harry pointed and burst out laughing as he saw that Harry was pointing to Professor Snape. Snape merely glared at them for laughing so loudly and took away five points.

That seemed to put a damper on their good mood and they continued down to the Great Hall in relative silence. They plopped down next to Hermione at the lunch table and began eating without giving so much as a hello.

Hermione looked at them suspiciously. "What's wrong with you?"

"Snape," Ron muttered mutinously.

"Well, Harry, don't forget, you've got that detention tonight," Hermione reminded him.

"Thanks for reminding me," Harry replied sarcastically.

Hermione just took on an all-knowing look. "It's not my fault you can't read directions."

"I can! It was Malfoy! He messed it up on purpose!"

"Well, he got in trouble too, remember? So it's not like you could say it was favoritism this time."

"When is it not?" Harry muttered to himself. Hermione just rolled her eyes and concentrated on her lunch.

Halfway through the meal, Harry was about to take a bite of Shepard’s pie when a piece of paper fluttered down on top of it. He set down the fork, glancing around furtively. Both Ron and Hermione were occupied; Ron with eating and Hermione with planning her study schedule.

He took the paper off the fork quickly and read it underneath the table.

Naive is the brain,
Experienced, the body.
No work is ever shoddy,
And nothing I can't tame.

Harry bit his lip as he stared at the note. He was on the verge of reading it a second time when he received a very sharp poke in the ribs.

"Ow, what?" he asked, rubbing the spot. He looked up to find Hermione looking at him intently. Under the table, he crumpled up the note in his hand and shoved it into his pocket.

"Have you been practicing Charms?" she asked immediately.

"What? No," he said, confused why she was asking.

"Well, Professor Flitwick hinted there might be a pop quiz today and I just want to be prepared, you know?"

"Hermione, you'll do fine no matter what. I don't know why you worry so much..." He knew automatically it had been the wrong thing to say as her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. In a second, she was instantly berating him.

"Are you kidding?!" she yelled. "I have to worry! These grades are going to affect us forever, Harry! We have to do well on these tests and study for the N.E.W.T's! I can't believe you don't even care."

"I do care," Harry said quietly, but she didn't hear as she continued to rant.

In the end, Harry shrugged and let her go on but tuned her out. They finished lunch and went on to Charms where Professor Flitwick did not, indeed, give them a pop quiz. He set them to work practicing Self-Reading Spells. The book Harry was supposed to be Charming sat resolutely silent on his desk while Hermione's prattled on and on about medieval witches and wizards.

"Harry, don't move your wand like that!" Hermione scolded him as he attempted the spell. She reached over and grabbed hold of his arm, moving it gently through the air. "It's more like this."

Harry didn't care, but let her do what she wanted and, in fact, it did help. He soon got the hang of the spell. Ron, however, was having problems of a different sort.

His book had been charmed to speak. The only problem was that it was not reading itself, but instead spouting random phrases and words.

"Bugger!" it cried. "Clean me! I am dirty!"

The people around them started to laugh as the book spoke more and more, louder each time. Ron was trying desperately to stop. Hermione and Harry were no help. Harry was too busy laughing and Hermione was lecturing him on the proper use of spells.

At one point, Ron thought he had gotten it to stop when it was silent for almost a minute, but then, it opened up its top flap and shouted, "I'll fuck you, baby. Fuck you raw. Make sore your jaw, Scream my name, maybe."

Ron turned bright red and Harry's eyes widened. Flitwick hustled over to their table, looking scandalized.

"Mr. Weasley!" he squeaked, quite indignantly. "That is not appropriate! I will have to take some points for this." He waved his wand and the book ceased speaking. The rest of the class groaned in disappointment but slowly returned to their own books.

Ron grumbled the rest of the double lesson about stupid books who didn't know when to shut up. Hermione spent the rest of the afternoon and dinner chastising Ron for not paying close enough attention.

"That's what you get for not listening!" she lectured them when they sat down at the Gryffindor table. "I told you to pay attention!"

"Hermione, will you please just stop it?!" Ron exclaimed finally, glaring at her.

She looked taken aback for a moment and didn't reply. She turned away affectedly and ate her meal in silence.

Harry and Ron sighed in relief and ate in peace for once. Right after dinner, Harry left Ron and Hermione for his detention with Snape. He was not looking forward to it. He had done nothing to deserve this punishment!

Harry's mood did not get any better as he descended the steps to the dungeons. He knocked softly on Professor Snape's office and was told to enter. Snape stood behind his desk, looking particularly vindictive.

"We are going to the Potion's classroom, Potter. Maybe next time, you'll remember not to put dragon's blood and porcupine quills together in the same potion.”

Harry glared in hatred at the professor's back as he turned and led the way out and down the hall. They walked through the dark corridors until they reached the potion's classroom.

"Finally," Harry heard a drawling voice upon entrance. "What happened, Potter? You get lost?"

Harry looked up to find Draco Malfoy present in the classroom. He looked at Professor Snape, lost for words.

"Yes, Potter," Snape sneered. "You and Draco will be doing your detention together."

Harry just glared at the Potion's professor but could find no words to express how he felt. Snape ignored his look and turned to them both.

"You will be cleaning the classroom from top to bottom, no magic. There are wards to detect magic if it is preformed, so don't even try. I will be back in a few hours to check your progress. Buckets and cleaning supplies are on the desk." With that, he turned and, billowing, removed himself from the room.

The door slammed shut behind him and Harry sighed. He was stuck in a room with Draco Malfoy for the next four hours and couldn’t use magic to do the detention; just what he always wanted!

He didn't speak to Draco but grabbed a rag and began scrubbing the wall underneath the blackboard. He heard Draco do the same and the time passed in slow silence.

Harry had just about finished with the wall and had stood up, facing the blackboard. He threw his rag back into the bucket and was about to start on the board when words appeared in white chalk, a strong script.

Trapped you are,
Gorgeous am I.
Never will I lie,
I want to take you far.

Harry stared at the board, his eyebrow raised. Then he sighed and picked up an eraser. He erased the message and stepped back, still staring at the board.

"I suppose you think this is funny?" he asked suddenly.

"Vaguely," came the reply. Harry looked over to where Draco stood on the other side of the room. The rag hung limply in his hand as he watched Harry, an expression of increasing amusement gracing his features.

"They're going to figure it out. Did you have to do the one in Charms?"

"Of course," Draco replied, scandalized. "What fun would it be without everyone hearing? I saw you hiding those notes. We can't have that now, can we?"

He was now swaggering towards Harry in a seductive manner. When he was level with him, he leaned around him and tossed his rag in the bucket, wiping his hand on his robe. He then placed it on Harry's chest, rubbing slowly and softly.

"Harry," Draco said, his voice lowering to a husky whisper, "tell me they didn't make you want me, didn't make you squirm in your seat at the thought of me fucking you raw. Tell me you weren't thinking how much you wanted my cock up your ass every time you read one. Just tell me."

Harry shifted uncomfortably, feeling a familiar hardness growing and straining against his trousers. Draco's words were almost too much for him. His eyes drifted closed and he bit his lip.

"Draco, please don't, we're-- we're in--" His words were lost as he felt Draco's palm on his crotch, massaging the increasing hardness there. "Fuck, Draco," he breathed.

Draco moved slowly, pushing Harry back against the stone wall of the dungeon. Harry's hands reached up for Draco but were slapped away almost instantly. He opened his eyes and gave Draco a questioning look.

"I want you to keep your hands to yourself, can you do that?" Draco asked, eyeing Harry suspiciously.

Harry nodded fervidly. The pressure of Draco's hand was almost too much; it was affecting his train of thought. "Yeah, Draco, yes, please."

Draco smirked and pushed Harry's hands back against the wall. He pressed his body closer, feeling their burgeoning erections press together in a conjunction of heat. Harry groaned quietly and let his head fall back onto his shoulders.

Draco would have none of it, though, and ran his hand into Harry's hair, grabbing a fistful and jerking his head back upright, taking his lips in an almost violent kiss.

Draco's tongue thrust greedily into Harry's mouth, lashing at the hot, moist cavern within. He bit Harry's lower lip, earning him a sharp cry from the raven-haired youth. Draco could taste the coppery blood that leaked from the tiny cut in Harry's lip. Draco sucked on the lip, soothing it. He pressed on aggressively, though, raising a hand and stationing it on the wall beside Harry's head for support.

Harry's hands that had been next to his side moved in reaction to Draco's side. Draco pulled out of the kiss abruptly and glared at Harry.

"Do you need help keeping those where they are?" he asked in a silky tone while shoving Harry's hands back to the wall.

Harry shook his head no; his eyes were glazed over with lust as he stared at Draco. God, he wanted Draco to touch him, so badly.

"Alright, then," Draco said, giving Harry a hard look. He raised his own hand and ran it teasingly around the waist of Harry's trousers, and then pushed it up and under his button down shirt.

Harry moaned as Draco's hand skimmed over his tanned flesh, flittering along lightly, barely touching him but just enough to torture him. He pressed his body away from the wall in an effort for more contact but Draco refused.

Instead, Draco took out the hand and slowly undid the buttons, one by one. Harry was dying from the agony and could barely resist from doing it himself. He knew, though, that Draco wouldn't allow it, not tonight.

Finally, he had gotten all the buttons undone and pushed the shirt off Harry's shoulders, making sure to brush his fingers tastefully over Harry's skin. Harry groaned at the obvious teasing.

"Draco, fuck, what are you doing?" he whined. He could feel his body responding to every movement of Draco’s and knew he wouldn't last long unless something happened.

Draco smirked at Harry and carefully pressed his body against Harry's once more. Their hardened cocks rubbed together torturously, sending Harry into a spiral of pleasure and it was with great difficulty that he was able to concentrate when Draco spoke.

"Why, keeping my promises, of course," he drawled, sliding a hand in between the two bodies and pressing his palm into Harry's throbbing cock. The rough material, coupled with Draco's hand was driving Harry insane.

"P-promises?" Harry managed to stutter in between gasps.

Draco leaned in and nipped at his neck then kissed the spot lightly. He pressed loving kisses all up Harry's neck and throat until he came to his ear.

"I promised to fuck you," he whispered. "Fuck you raw, I believe it was... unless you don't want me to?" He punctuated his question with a nip at Harry's ear lobe.

"N-no," Harry gasped. "Please, d-do it."

"I thought you might agree," Draco replied, smirking. He pulled away from Harry suddenly and reached down for the buttons and zipper on Harry's trousers.

He struggled with them as he tried to undo them. Without thinking, Harry reached over to help, only to get his hands shoved resolutely back against the wall and a very dark warning glare.

Knowing he wasn't allowed to help, Harry groaned and let his head fall back, squeezing his eyes shut and forcing himself to hold on. He could feel Draco's hand brushing against his pulsing erection and it wasn't helping.

Finally, Draco pushed the trousers down over Harry's hips and to the floor. His already-leaking erection sprung forth, ready and waiting for attention. Draco looked at it then smirked at Harry.

"So those notes didn't have an effect?" he drawled in a self-satisfied manner.

"Please, Draco," Harry panted. "Please, just--fuck!" He cried out when Draco's hand wrapped around his throbbing cock and began to pump slowly.

Harry's hands curled around nothing against the cold stone wall. He truly wished he could touch Draco but knew it was impossible.

"You know I love it when you beg," Draco whispered, close to Harry's ear.

Harry groaned loudly and pressed his body forward, desperate for more. Draco gave a low chuckle in his ear and removed his hands from Harry's erection. Instead, he slid it up Harry's now naked body, up to his neck.

He leaned in and gave Harry a chaste kiss before pulling away and backing up slowly, ridding himself of his clothes. He tossed them to the floor in an unceremonious pile then advanced one more on Harry.

He pounced on Harry, dragging him into a fierce kiss, tongues intertwining and thrusting deep into each other's mouth. Harry couldn't help it and his hands flew from the wall to grasp Draco's hips, finally moving their cocks together in an explosion of heat.

Harry broke the kiss with a grasp as their erections rolled together. Draco was lost in the sensation for a moment but soon came to his senses. He pushed Harry away roughly.

"Can't seem to follow directions, can we? Isn't that what got you in here in the first place? Didn't listen to me when I told you I wanted to fuck you after class."

"I did!" Harry exclaimed, momentarily forgetting why Draco was saying that. "That's why I put the wrong thing in the potion! You distracted me!"

Draco shrugged indifferently then looked back at him, a hard look on his face. "If you can't keep your hands to yourself, I'll have to do it for you."

"Wha--?" Harry started to ask but knew what when Draco pulled out his wand. With a flick, Harry's hands were up above his head, bound to a few nails that stuck out using some leather strips.

"Draco," Harry said, panicking, "Snape said no magic!"

"Fuck Snape," Draco replied, moving closer to Harry's once more, leaning in and kissing his neck, nibbling the tanned flesh and drawing a gasp from Harry.

"Please don't," he said in response to Draco's comment.

Draco laughed against Harry's neck and gave his arm a squeeze. "Don't worry," he whispered. "I'm all yours."

Harry couldn't stop the insanely happy grin that spread over his face. It was soon gone, though, as he felt something slick enter his body. Without his knowledge, Draco had performed a silent lubrication spell.

Draco slid his fingers into Harry's body, feeling the muscles contract tightly over them. He pushed them in as far as they would go, until he was impaled up to his knuckles.

"Fuck, shit," Harry cursed, his head thrown back and his eyes closed.

"Look at me," Draco commanded and Harry did so, his bright green eyes glazed over in their lust.

Harry wrapped his legs around Draco's waist and pulled him closer, needing the contact he was being so readily denied. The leather around his wrists was rubbing on them as he struggled to free himself.

Draco removed the fingers from Harry's body and pressed his pulsing cock at the entrance. He desperately needed release, almost as much as Harry. He'd been waiting for several days for this. He had been planning on doing it that day they had gotten the detention, but someone's friends had pulled him away as soon as the detention had been served.

Draco slowly slid his cock into the tight, receptive body, pressing it through the contracting muscles. They clenched around his cock, making it almost unbearable. He waited until he was fully sheathed in Harry's body, the hot heat engulfing his cock excruciatingly.

Harry had thrown his head back again and his hands were clenched over the leather bonds, partly holding himself up and partly to control himself. He was holding so hard his knuckles had already turned white.

Draco began to move slowly, building up momentum as he slid in and out of the raven-haired boy’s body. He could feel the muscles swallowing his cock as he slammed back in the receptive body.

"Fuck, Harry," Draco gasped, thrusting back in at an alarming rate. His hands were on Harry's hips, holding him in place; his fingernails dug into Harry's skin, leaving marks there.

"Draco, faster!" Harry cried, losing all sense of reason. His senses were shooting into overdrive with each thrust of Draco's hips, slamming into his willing body.

They were so involved in each other that they didn't notice the dungeon door open or Snape enter.

"Alright," he said in an angry voice. "Who did magic? What is going on he--" Snape cut himself off as he stared at the sight in front of him.

Draco slammed back into Harry, not even noticing the third presence in the room. Harry moaned wildly, pulling fruitlessly on his bonds, willing them to give way.

Snape's eyes were as wide as saucers in shock and disgust. He turned blindly and bumbled his way out of the room, slamming the door behind him and racing away up the stairs, horrified.

Back inside the room, Draco slammed back into Harry and Harry groaned loudly.

"Draco, God! I need-- I need, fuck me!" he screamed recklessly, pushing his body up to meet Draco thrust for thrust.

Draco obeyed instantly, pounding as hard as he could into the body beneath him. He slid his cock harder and faster into Harry's body, feeling the muscles contracting and knew it couldn't be long.

"Draco!" Harry cried as he came hard, shooting over Draco's chest. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he chanted as the immense feeling of pleasure washed over him, taking away all his senses for a moment until he could breathe semi-normally.

As Harry had cum, his muscles had clenched down on Draco's cock, sending him into overdrive. Draco had cum hard, thrusting in a last time as he came deep inside Harry's tight body. His breathing was heavy and irregular as he came down from his high.

Slowly, he let go of Harry's legs and they slid back to the floor. Harry wasn't sure if they would be able to support his weight. Draco took out his wand and undid the leather ties. Harry slid to the floor and Draco beside him. He fingered the leather ties and smiled.

"You always like the best," he commented to Draco. Draco just shrugged and smirked. Harry smiled and leaned over, giving him a light kiss.

He pulled away, though, and leant back against the wall, urging his heart rate to return to normal. They sat like that for a long while, neither saying a word.

Finally, Harry looked down at his lap where a small piece of white parchment had appeared. He glanced at Draco, who was staring straight ahead, then unfolded it slowly.

I love you.

Harry looked at the note and then grinned, looking up at Draco. He crawled over, stationing himself in his lap.

"I love you too," he whispered before kissing Draco passionately. They kissed like that for quite a while until Harry realized that they had hardly done any of the detention. He extracted himself with difficulty from Draco and stood up, looking around the room. "I wonder when Snape's going to come back."

"Hopefully not for a while," Draco replied, still sitting on the ground lazily.

Harry looked down at him and grinned. "Yeah, let's hope."

It wasn't until at least four hours later that Snape arrived. He ushered them out without a word or check of the classroom. He slammed the door shut behind them and they walked up the stairs together. Just before the door that opened up to the Entrance Hall, they stopped.

"That was weird," Harry said, referring to Snape.

"He just needs to get laid."

"Ewww," Harry said, wrinkling his nose in disgust and Draco laughed.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Harry. Try not to get another detention."

"I won't, unless you happen to be sitting next to me whispering dirty thoughts in my ear."

"I can't guarantee nothing," Draco replied, smirking. Harry also grinned and, after a quick kiss, left through the door, trudging up the stairs and to his bed in Gryffindor Tower.


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A/N: Please review!!