Knight in shining armour

Knight in shining armour.

Harry was walking the hallways again. Whenever he wanted to be alone with his thoughts or just escape Ron and Hermione, he walked around. If he stayed in one place they would find him eventually. When he left this evening, he grabbed his invisibility cloak on the way out, because the curfew wasn't far away, and he needed a long walk. Their constant nagging was highly getting to him, and if he saw either of them again today, he knew he would snap. There seemed to be no other way than to stay away until they had gone to bed.

After a couple of undisturbed hours he was feeling a lot more calm and reasonable. He was considering returning to the dorm, when he heard a distant sound coming closer. He stood stock-still and waited to see whether it was mrs. Norris or Filch. When Malfoy and Flint walked around the corner he felt a small smile grace his lips. If they were up to no good, they were in trouble. And getting Slytherins in trouble was one of Harry's favourite things. He silently followed them at a distance to a dark corridor, and he waited a bit further down the hallway so he was just close enough to hear what they said.

Malfoy was the first to speak up;
- "So, Marcus. I understand you have a proposal for me. Care to let me know what it could possibly be that required us to walk so far away?"
- "Well, it's not as much a proposal as it is a proposition." Harry could hear the smirk in his voice.
- "A...proposition?" Malfoy sounded guarded and he took a step back when Flint took a step forward, towards Malfoy. It was quite clear to Harry that Flint was trying to back Malfoy against the wall but Malfoy didn't catch on quickly enough and after just a few steps he found himself with his back against the cold stone walls and Flint towering over him with a hand on each side of his head. He quickly scanned the corridor and realised that they was quite obviously alone. When Flint leaned in, as to kiss him, he ducked out from under him and almost jumped to the opposite wall stuttering;
- "Look, Marcus, I'm very flattered, but I’m afraid it won’t work. You see I..." He broke off when Flint had the cheek to laugh.

Even though Harry had realized they were not doing anything extraordinarily disobedient other than being out after curfew for a little chat he was caught up in the drama. He never realised that they were normal people just like himself who wanted to have sex, who fell in love, who broke the rules for petty things. Since they were now in 6th year, it was probably about time he caught on. He looked at them with different eyes. Eyes which grew wide when Flint’s hands shot out, one of them grabbing the front of Malfoy’s robes violently the other snatching his wand out of his pocket.

Malfoy, who had looked a little offended at being so rudely interrupted, now looked quite serious and quite frightened Harry noticed with mixed feelings. His stupid hero-complex made him want to save him. On the other hand he couldn’t ignore the fact that this particular damsel in distress was one Draco Malfoy. The same boy who had treated him and his friends like shite the first 3 years at Hogwarts. The last 3 years he had not been as mean but he certainly hadn’t apologised either, so no interhouse friendship had begun. Although Harry didn’t hate Malfoy, he didn’t like him either. Besides, Malfoy was a big boy. He could fend for himself. But when Malfoy gasped and shouted;
- “Marcus! What are you doing?” Harry started reconsidering. The blond sounded rather scared. Flint’s response was a rather Slytherin one:
- “My proposition wasn’t optional.”

He tossed Malfoy’s wand down the corridor, took his own and muttered; Incarcerous. Suddenly large ropes shot out of the walls and grabbed Malfoy’s wrists. He gave a sharp cry and looked really confused when he was drawn to the wall.
- “M..Marcus. Stop. This isn’t funny!”
- “Oh I think it might be!” With a sneer and vicious cackle he tore Malfoy’s shirt from his slender frame. He was rather strong if he could tear a shirt like that in several pieces, Malfoy and Harry seemed to realise both. Harry heard Malfoy whimper and saw him writhing in the ropes but they didn’t budge.

For some reason Harry felt rooted to the ground. He felt as if watching a movie. He felt sorry for the kid, but he was still excited and waited for the plot to continue. Flint advanced on the smaller boy and started nibbling his neck. Malfoy looked defeated and he soon stopped struggling. He winced when Flint pinched his nipples rather harshly. Flint's large hand roamed lower and Harry’s eyes followed their every move. When they opened Malfoy’s belt and fly he heard a whimper that caused Harry’s focus to shift.

Malfoy’s face was turned in his direction. It was possible to see a big hickey on his neck and Flint was busy making another on the other side. Draco's eyes were clenched shut and a single tear was running down his cheek. It was that tear and the whimper that finally caught up with Harry. He realized that he was standing and watching while someone was being raped just in front of him. He felt disgusted with himself but decided to wait with the analysing and just help Malfoy for now. He threw the cloak of, whipped his wand out, started towards them and yelled;
- “Hey! Get off him, NOW!”

Malfoy’s eyes flew open and the look of relief that crossed his face was more than obvious but Harry was solely focused on Flint. He reached him and planted his fist in Flint’s face before the boy knew what hit him. Blinded by the pain from the obvious broken nose he grabbed for his wand but before he reached it Harry started his tirade of hexes;
- “Expelliarmus. Serpensortia. Engorgio. Oppugno.” Harry only wanted to scare Flint so he conjured a harmless grass-snake instead of a dangerous snake, but he engorged it almost simultaneously so it looked rather frightening. When he set it to attack, Flint took off down the hallway running and screaming. Harry didn’t feel sorry for him.

He then turned to Malfoy who was hanging by his wrists looking completely worn. Harry stepped up to him and spoke softly; “Finite Incantatem” When Malfoy fell Harry caught him and slid both of them to the floor. Malfoy slung his arms around the taller boy, buried his face in the crook of his neck and started sobbing. Soon Harry felt his skin get wet but he found he didn’t mind too much. He started stroking the back of the frail body and whispered in his ear;
- “Shh... It’s okay Ma...Draco. He’s gone now, you’re safe. Hush. Don’t be scared. It’ll be alright. Trust me.” Draco kept clutching him but the sobbing seemed to subside after a while.

Finally he looked up and caught Harry’s eyes. When he spoke his voice was hoarse;
- “You...rescued me! My Hero.” He crinkled his nose in the most adorable way, tilted his head sideways and looked a bit confused. He shook his head a single time, looked Harry straight in the eye and then he almost cuddled up in Harry’s lap. Harry was at a loss for words. He didn’t know what to do, so he did the only thing he could do. He embraced Draco’s small body once more, and just sat there, petting him gently, waiting to se if Draco had been forever traumatized.

When Draco spoke again, he still had his head hidden in Harry’s neck, so it sounded muffled, but Harry heard;
- “I used to dream about you, that you would rescue me. From some evil or other. I never thought it would actually happen. When my mother read fairytales for me I always imagined myself as the lady to be rescued. In these last couple of years I fantasised about you...saving me...caring about me. Why did you save me? You hate me.” Harry shook his head violently;
- “I don’t hate you. You just don’t always make it easy to like you, is all. You needed rescuing and I seem to like to be the knight in shining armour.” He laughed quietly. Then he added, more seriously; “Your face broke my heart. You looked so lost. I couldn’t not do anything. I had to rescue you!” Draco looked at him again; “I’m glad you did!” And then to Harry’s great surprise he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Harry’s lips.

Harry quickly reassessed their situation; he sat with Draco Malfoy in his lap, holding him, and the boy had just kissed him. Now it was his turn to look confused;
- “Why’d you do that?” Draco looked embarrassed, threw his eyes down and explained; “Well, in fairytales the hero always get a kiss from the princess when he rescues her. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. It’s just that...” He stopped when Harry placed a finger on his lips;
- “It’s okay. Just wondered. Maybe you should try again?” Draco’s grey eyes flew to Harry’s green ones; “Yeah...” he breathed before leaning forward and once again placing his lips against Harry’s, this time not moving away instantly. Harry decided he liked that tradition. Having never heard a fairytale before, he didn’t know these things, but the soft lips against his made his stomach flutter.

When a pink little tongue successfully tried to push into his mouth, he couldn’t stop the moan that escaped him. It was the best kiss he had ever had, not that he had had many, but still. He didn’t want to stop. He deepened the kiss a bit further, but soon they had to pause for air. He looked a Draco with amazed eyes;
- "Wow. I should rescue you more often." They both chuckled.

Harry got up and offered his hand to Draco, to help him up. When Draco reached up to him, Harry gasped;
- "You're hurt!" Indeed, Draco's wrists were cut and bleeding from the raw ropes. Harry grasped the small hand and inspected the cuts thoroughly. He accidentally touched the wound and he almost jumped when he heard Draco hiss and whine;
- "Sorry. I didn't mean to!" Draco looked at him with red eyes, but his other hand reached up to caress Harry's cheek;
- "It's okay." Harry took out his wand and looked at Draco.
- "I'm going to heal this, okay? Don't worry. I'm rather good at healing." He pressed his lips to the palm of the small hand. He then let the tip of his wand hover an inch over the wound and muttered "Episkey" The wound started to heal and Harry focused intensely on the small area of milky white skin that reappeared once the wound disappeared. When the wrist was healed he repeated the procedure on the other wrist. A quick Tergeo later and Draco was healed and cleaned. He looked at Harry with grateful eyes and said in a small voice;
- "I think you just saved me again Mr. Knight." Now that both Marcus and the blood was gone he felt a lot better and he was able to joke.

He looked at Harry before leaning in for another kiss, and when he saw nothing but anticipation he didn't hesitate. He wound his arms around his saviour's neck and pressed his lips against the other boy's again. It felt just as great and he moaned a bit when Harry's big hands smoothed down his neck and back to squeeze his arse. He pressed himself as close to Harry as he could possibly get and let his fingers glide through Harry’s surprisingly soft hair over and over again. When they parted again they looked into each others eyes and both were flushed and excited.

Harry pulled Draco into a warm embrace and Draco placed his head against Harry’s broad chest and thought about how his evening had progressed tremendously. Harry’s hands caressing his back was soothing and he couldn’t stop a yawn. He looked at Harry with sleepy eyes. Harry took a step back and accioed both Draco’s wand and his own cloak.


- “Let’s get you back to you’re common room.” Draco nodded and put the wand away and made to walk down the hall. Harry stopped him and wrapped both of them in the cloak. A big smile graced his lips when he heard Draco’s excited gasp.
- “Cool, innit?” Draco nodded vigorously and added a breathless;
- “Yeah.” He couldn’t stop touching the flimsy material. Harry chuckled and led them safely off towards the dungeons. Draco didn’t question how he new where the entrance to the Slytherin common room was. He was just grateful that Harry followed him all the way.

When they reached the entrance Harry took the cloak off and looked at Draco.
- “Will you be okay?”
- “Yeah. I just need to tell Blaise and Pansy. Marcus won’t get a moment of peace. Don’t worry about me.”
- “For some reason I do. Meet me tomorrow?”
- “Yeah." He looked at his hands shyly. "When and where?”
- “How about at noon by the lake?”
- “Sounds great.” With that he made to leave but Harry grabbed him and once again kissed the smaller boy. Draco didn’t mind. He eagerly dived into the kiss and caressed Harry’s face. When they broke off Draco’s eyes were glazed over.
- “I...I’ll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight Harry.”
- “Goodnight Draco. Sleep tight”

When Draco disappeared through the wall Harry just stood there, looking at the bricks, before taking off to the Gryffindor tower.

Both boys had trouble sleeping, their heads spinning with all their thoughts. Harry realised that he had kissed another boy and enjoyed it more than any of his heterosexual kisses. He thought about whether he was gay? Also he felt more and more like ripping Flint’s heart out. He tried to find out what he really felt about it all.

Draco couldn’t quite quell the feelings of pure ecstasy that tore through him. It looked as if he was actually about to get what he wished for. Harry seemed to be reachable. What had only been a fantasy suddenly seemed possible. But he didn’t dare to really believe yet. On top of that he was still a bit shaken by being almost raped, so he was quite exhausted. When he finally fell asleep he dreamt about Harry.

Harry’s last thought was about Draco’s firm arse pressed against his fingers.


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