Damsel in distress.

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Damsel in distress.

When Draco woke up the next morning he dived deeper into the duvet in order to keep the dreamy happiness that seemed to surround him for just a bit longer. He had had the best dream and he felt all warm and fuzzy. When trying to replay the dream Potter's face came to the front of his mind. A small smile graced his lips before complete awareness hit him and he bolted out of the bed scaring Blaise half to dead, causing him to glare at the offending boy. When he saw Draco pacing, looking very distressed he quickly leapt through the room to stop him with a hand on his bare arm and demanded to know what had him so distraught. Draco didn't know where to start;
- "Harry...I...We." He didn't come very far before coming to a stuttering halt. His head snapped up;
- "And Marcus..." In a slightly high pitched voice. Then in a darker tone, almost a growl;
- "Marcus!" He looked Blaise in the eye and the hatred in those otherwise angelic eyes made him step back. But it didn’t stop him for long and Draco had to get his act together because Blaise wanted answers and he wanted them immediately. So he slowly told Blaise everything.

When he finished his tale Blaise looked just about ready to hex Marcus so bad he wouldn't be able to walk straight for a bloody week.
- "Oh, he is going to regret that very much. I'm so looking forward to see him at Pansy's mercy. She will give him hell." He laughed menacingly and then looked pondering;
- "What will you do regarding Potter?”
- "I don't know. I made such a fool of myself. I don’t know what happened. We all know that Malfoy’s never cry and never appear weak.” He managed a small smile. It was a bit of a joke between them, their father’s weird rules, but having been raised with their beliefs, it was just not easy to let go.

Blaise had a look on his face which Draco knew meant that he had something on his mind, but didn’t know if he should say it.
- “Just spill it Blaise.” Blaise looked surprised as always when Draco caught his thoughts so easily.
- “Well, you were almost raped! Even a Malfoy is allowed to be a bit touched by that. Have anybody ever treated you like that? I mean, I don’t want to call you spoiled, really, but you ARE spoiled and I doubt anybody has ever been able to get to you like that before.” Draco could see his point but the mere thought of Harry seeing him weak and weeping like that made his cheeks colour.

Nobody besides his family and his closest friends had ever seen him crying. Blaise remembered the first time he had seen Draco cry. Accidently he had walked in on him crying in his bed. Draco had been so embarrassed that he hadn’t spoken to Blaise in 5 days. He had completely ignored him and Blaise had had to forcefully tell him that it was okay. He just wanted to know what had been bothering his friend. He was smart enough not to laugh with relief when he found out that Draco had been homesick and cried because he missed his mummy. That was their little secret and it had bonded them better than pillow fights and pillow talks could ever have.

Blaise also knew that Draco had had quite an infatuation with Potter for a while, not that Draco had volunteered the information, and this seemed like it could be Draco’s change. Blaise would hate to see him miss that opportunity because of his pride. He sat down next to Draco, took his hand and decided to bring out the big guns;
- “Close your eyes and relax. Good. Now tell me what you feel when you think about Marcus.” Draco’s eyes shot open and glared at him accusingly. Blaise ignored him;
- “Just do it.” Draco reluctantly closed his eyes again and his eyebrows furrowed in thought;
- “I feel angry. Very angry, but...I...I also feel frightened. What if he tries again? What if Harry hadn’t showed? Then what would have happened? I can’t help picturing it in my head. But then I remember that Harry did show. It makes me feel better. He saved me.” He looked surprised at Blaise;
- “Oh.” Blaise smiled fondly;
- “There you go. So you have to go to see him today. The clock is about 9.30 a.m. Why don’t you shower and get yourself looking gorgeous. I’ll go tell Pansy everything and bring back some breakfast. How’s that sound?”
Draco had an odd mixture of emotions on his pretty face; relief, gratefulness, determination and panic. But he managed to compose himself, thank Blaise and get started with the preparations. He would have to look spotless. He couldn’t always have red eyes and torn clothes.

He took a shower, put on his underwear and went in front of the mirror. He gasped out loud when he saw the big hickeys on his throat. Damned Marcus. Well, he needed them gone. Just as he was about to panic again Pansy came bursting into the room. He hardly heard the door open before he had Pansy around the neck. He could feel her seething. He appreciated the comfort and hugged her tight. It calmed both of them. Pansy because she could see that he was mostly okay, and Draco because he knew she would be able to help with the hickeys. When he asked she took a short glance and they were gone immediately. He touched the unblemished skin amazed and winced when it still hurt. He looked at her questioningly and she explained she hadn’t removed them but just covered them with a glamour. He felt oddly sad about that and Pansy regretted her casualness when she saw the distress on his face. She took his hand and promised him it would be okay. She changed his focus by asking what he intended to wear. Soon they were both buried in his trunk. Shortly after Blaise returned with an assortment of food from the buffet. Draco tucked in, but the butterflies in his stomach left little room for food, and he kept looking nervously at the clock. Blaise and Pansy shared glances. They couldn’t quite determine how it would turn out. They stayed with him for the rest of the morning helping him decide what to wear.

Harry woke up with quite a tent in his pyjamas bottoms and evasive dreams about a certain damsel in distress fluttering in his mind. His face reddened with embarrassment and shame. He wasn’t supposed to think about Draco that way. He should be concerned instead. As soon as that thought entered his head he instantly worried about how Draco was feeling. He couldn’t wait to see him. He would have to divert Ron and Hermione’s attention if he wished to get to the lake unnoticed. That thought took quite effectively care of his erection and he shuffled out of bed to get ready. He was hungry. When he got out of the shower Ron was up and greeted him. Harry smiled. It was always nice when it was like that. Nobody pestering him about getting a girlfriend or why he broke up with Ginny. Nobody kissing loudly next to him. Just friendly chatting. He felt nice when they went down to go to breakfast. His mood was a bit shattered when they met Hermione and he had to wait 3 minutes while they snogged. But at least they wasn’t on his back. He realized that if he turned out to be gay, as he highly suspected by now, there would be hell to pay. He sighed deeply and trudged off towards the great hall.

When he entered he noticed straight away that Draco wasn’t there. He wasn’t worried much, because Marcus was there, and it was all Harry could do to keep himself from attacking the boy again. But he realized that would be very stupid so he send him a promising glare and sat down at the Gryffindor table. Marcus looked a bit disturbed but Harry couldn’t care less. He then realised that Marcus didn’t sit with his classmates. He sat at the end of the table, even lower than the first years. Harry couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up his throat when he saw a courageous first year aim a spoonful of porridge and send it straight at Marcus’ face. For a moment Marcus looked like he was about to strangle the small boy, then he seemed to realize that almost everybody at the table was ready to hurt him and he piped down. When a second year girl whacked him on the head with her banana he quickly left the great hall.

Harry was laughing so hard he didn’t see the loving smile on Hermione’s face and he missed the fact that his contagious laughter had both Ron and Seamus laughing with him. He was solely focused on the plans of revenge he couldn’t stop from forming in his head. He knew he couldn’t really do most of them, but he could fantasize. He realized that it was almost noon and he got up to leave. He fed his friends a story about going for a walk and the fact that they didn’t argue or asked more about it didn’t sink in, because he was so eager to get out to Draco. Would he kiss him again? He practically ran out there and when he reached the lakeside and saw a certain blonde standing there, he smiled.

When Draco left he was determined. He was going to thank Harry and apologize for the inconvenience. He wouldn’t assume anything and if Harry had regretted kissing Draco, he would make it easy for him to leave and thus saving himself further embarrassment. When he heard footsteps behind him he turned towards his knight and steeled himself for possible rejection. Before he could say a single word he found himself embraced in a fierce hug and he was so confused he didn’t quite know what to do. He was going to push Harry away so they could talk when he discovered that his own hands had snaked around Harry and his fingers were digging into the soft jumper Harry was wearing. His head was snuggled into the crook of Harry’s neck and he realized that there might be a chance that Harry hadn’t regretted it. That thought made him surrender to the tender embrace and just enjoy having his hero’s arms around him and inhale the intoxicating scent of Harry that reached his nostrils and sent delightful shivers down his spine.

Harry whispered in his ear;
- “Are you okay?” Draco nodded into the firm shoulder and felt better than he had all day. Harry’s hand was caressing his neck and Draco felt like purring. Those gentle hands felt so good, petting him like that, and he couldn’t be bothered to try to remember what he had planned to say. To hell with his speech. This was better! He made peace with that idea, but then Harry decided to talk. Oh well.
- “You are so soft.” For a moment Draco was offended until he realized that Harry meant physically soft. Then he just smiled and blushed. But he knew he had to say his piece soon;
- “I was afraid you wouldn’t be here.” Harry looked him in the eye with a calculating expression;
- “Why wouldn’t I be here?”
- “Well, I thought that maybe you had regretted...” Draco looked at the ground. “Regretted kissing me.”
- “Are you joking? I’ve been dreaming about kissing you all night and all morning. In fact” he lowered his voice a bit “I’m thinking about kissing you right now.” Draco’s head shot up and when he saw the earnestness in those green eyes he smiled shyly. Harry took that as a sign of consent and leaned in to once again taste those delicate lips.

The kiss was just as heavenly as the day before, and it quickly turned desperate. When Draco bit down gently on Harry’s lower lip he was delighted with the deep groan it caused and he knew he wanted to hear more of those very soon. It was his turn to moan when he felt a distinct hardness pressing into his own matching erection. He had thought that the lake would be so romantic, but now he realized it was highly impractical and left him quite distressed, although a different kind of distress than earlier. He broke the kiss and was about to suggest they go somewhere private when he felt a very moist tongue licking the shell of his ear and snake into it. All that left his lips was a whispered;
- “Harry...”

Harry backed him up against a tree and continued his assault of Draco’s neck and ear while starting to grind their cocks together in a heavy rhythm. Draco was biting his lips to stop himself from moaning. Leaving was no longer an option, so he could just hope for the best and pray that they weren’t discovered. They were hidden a bit by the small group of trees, but could easily be seen if someone got close enough. All reasonable thought left him as an especially hard thrust from Harry made him realize that Harry was going to make him cum right then and there;
- “Ngh...” he couldn’t stop the sounds escaping him as he felt his orgasm get closer.

Harry took his lips in a fierce kiss and intensified the thrusts. His hands were caressing Draco’s belly and chest under his shirt and Draco’s hands were clutching at Harry’s jumper desperately. And with a gentle tug on his nipple he came forcefully. Harry’s thrusting became erratic and his louder moaning indicted that he was coming as well. They sank to the ground and kept kissing tenderly while catching their breath.

After a couple of kisses Harry whispered;
- “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” Draco looked at him with a look of horror on his face, but he visibly relaxed when Harry continued;
- “I know that probably wasn’t what you needed right now. I don’t know what got into me. I’ve never done anything like that before. You’re just so gorgeous. I couldn’t help myself.” It seemed as if he was going to continue ranting, when Draco silenced him with a kiss;
- “Shh...It’s okay. As a matter of fact, I think that was just what I needed.” Harry looked immensely relieved. He couldn’t believe he had done that, but his instincts had taken over when he had felt Draco’s hard cock pressed against his own cock.

Harry located his wand and cleaned the mess in their trousers. Harry asked if Draco wanted to come with him to Hogsmeade the next Saturday, and they silently reached the conclusion that they were now dating. They stayed there for a while, just talking and kissing.

Pansy and Blaise had been waiting impatiently in their common room and they smiled when Draco sauntered in, looking completely dazed and happy. That night Pansy snook into the boys dormitory and they had a small slumber party, talking all night, reliving the afternoon and planning the following Saturdays outfit.

Not even Ginny coming onto Harry could ruin his good mood that evening. He swiftly evaded her and went to play chess with Ron. Both his friends enjoyed his high spirits and didn’t have the heart to bring him down by prying. They figured that something that made him this happy, he would share eventually. That night, both Draco and Harry slept with a small smile on their lips indicating the sweetness of their dreams.

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A/N I think there will be one more part. It's not written yet so if you have any ideas or requests please write them to me. Also I would love to hear if this was what you wanted for a sequel. Did I miss something? Review and let me know what you liked and what you didn't like.

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