A Fine, Fine Line

A Fine, Fine Line

He could feel the fingers trailing just inside his left thigh and slowly making their way higher. It wasn’t like he was overly opposed to them being there, but he couldn’t let them go any farther, not yet.


“Stop…”


His words were muffled as another pair of lips quickly closed the gap his gasped words had managed to cause between their bodies. The hand had now reached the waistline of his trousers and was attempting to force itself inside. They were so close, but he couldn’t let it keep going…it had to…


“Stop!”


With a shove the blond was forced back into the middle of the second floor hallway with a rather stunned expression making its way over his face. Something about the face just seemed to scream ‘You don’t push a Malfoy’ but Harry attempted to ignore it as he briefly made a big deal of dusting himself off and straitening his clothing.


“What the Hell was that for!”


Harry fought not to grin at the picture of irony that stood before him. Draco’s words, laced with venom, did nothing to hide the slightly put-off and rather deprived look that managed to grace his fair features for a moment before he could regain his composure. Making sure to sound exceptionally calm, and with only a hint of sarcasm, the Gryffindor responded.


“What do you mean ‘what the hell was that for’ you sex-crazed prick! You know damn well what that was for.”


There was a slight pause before the ever-famous Malfoy smirk made its way onto the blonds face.


“What’s wrong, Potter? Can’t handle my attention?”


The smile on Harry’s face twisted slightly, giving his features a dark and slightly malicious look. Stepping from the shadows, he tilted his head forward just slightly to match the height of the minimally shorter boy. Their noses just touched and his somewhat demonic grin deepened as the blonde’s haughty smirk faltered. Somewhere throughout the past few weeks Harry had discovered a rather sardonic liking for mentally torturing the other boy.


“No, I’m just fine with your attention,” his hand brushed lightly across Draco’s cheek and he almost chuckled as the blond tried to lean into what was no longer there. “The problem lies with the ‘I’m smarter than you are’ factor.” Finally stepping back, Harry pushed crooked his wire-frames back up his nose before he continued in a rather mater-of-fact tone. “It’s two in the morning on a school night…I really doubt that the second floor is the best place for this.”


With a mask of seriousness now covering the taunting grin that threatened to break it’s way loose any second, Harry stepped lightly away from the rather stunned Slytherin and turned to walk away. Moving slowly, he waited for Draco to get over himself. The sound of footsteps rapidly echoing on hard stone was the cue that Harry had waited for to regain a normal pace as he laughed inwardly at the game they played.

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It was two weeks into the first term when the Dark Lord had fallen and all chaos had broken loose. Death Eaters were being caught left and right, but more importantly, some weren’t being caught. One of those was Draco Malfoy, who had somehow garnered a re-admittance into Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. As time proceeded in the slow drawl that can only be accomplished in a school setting, things settled and eventually returned to what could be considered normal at Hogwarts. That was until the note.


It had appeared in boys dorm in Gryffindor tower with no explanation and without the delivery being seen by any of the other seventh year boys. The note had simply said “I challenge you to a duel, ROR at Midnight, An old friend.” It had taken Harry most of the day to come to a conclusion concerning what he should do. He wouldn’t tell Ron or Hermione; Ron because he would insist upon tagging along and, though the worst was over, Harry wasn’t sure he wanted to risk his best friends life so soon. He wouldn’t tell Hermione because he was sure she would whip out some rule or ordinance about duels on school ground, or at least want to bring the professors into the matter. He wanted to deal with this on his own. When he rounded the corner on the hall by which you could reach the Room of Requirement, Harry found a small, worn wooden door where no door should have been. The door was propped open just slightly buy something hidden in the torchlight and, leaning against the wall just to one side of the door, stood Draco Malfoy in all his overly expensive glory.


Upon sighting Harry in the hall, Draco calmly slipped his wand from a pocket on the inside of his school robes and turned to walk through the door. The door had almost swung close again by the time Harry reached it and, pulling his wand from his back pocket, a bad habit that Mrs. Weasly was forever trying to break him of, stepped through the door as well. The room he found himself in was large, but utterly empty. The ceiling arched high overhead, up into a darkness that Harry could not penetrate with mortal eyes and the soft glow from the torches set in brackets around the circular walls. There was no furniture, no windows, nothing to get in the way or be used as a weapon, the perfect dueling room he realized. He turned to the other boy, who stood coolly on the other side of the room and raised his wand, as was part of the pre-duel formalities. Once the bowing was done and the ritual ended the duel was underway and the two boys jumped to opposite walls, spells flying from their wands. At first it would seem that they were a fair match, their spells bounding and rebounding betwixt them for minutes on end, but that was truly only the beginning of this night. Harry swung his arm in a wide arch to his left, a gesture he had only read about in context of a spell he had never performed, and watched in awe as Draco was thrown from the ground and far to Harry’s left while the blonde’s wand twirled through the air to his right. It wasn’t until it was to late that Harry realized his mistake, as powerful as this spell was it came with it’s price and he quickly found himself flying in a mirror image of Draco’s earlier movement, his wand ripped from his grasp by an unseen force.


Harry sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his head where he had struck the hard stone. Moving to stand, Harry was surprised to find himself thrown back to the floor violently. At first he thought that the spell had not finished its assault of his body, but then he realize that this was not some unseen and untouchable force that held him pinned to the floor, this force held the unmistakable form of a human body and there was not much question in his mind as to who it belonged to. In the moments that came, as Harry attempted to free himself from beneath the other boys thin frame, he realized that the wizard duel was over, the rules were forgotten and this had become a sheer fight of will, a fight of fist and flesh, a muggle fight. The two boy lashed at each other in the most primal of ways across the vast stage that was the dueling chamber, their wands forgotten near the wall at either side of the chamber. With a triumphant grunt, Harry found himself straddling the thinner boy’s waist, his hands pinning small wrists above Draco’s head. Leaning down, he nearly lay himself along the line of the other boy’s body as he placed his lips right next to Draco’s ear.


“I win”


His whisper was harsh and cold in a manner that, at that time, he was not aware he was capable of. The feeling of total control over the other boy caused a strange excitement deep inside him, deep inside the boy that so many considered to be ‘perfect.’ His strange pleasure at this sudden thought was almost enough to make him nearly miss the sudden stiffening of Draco’s body as his words washed past the blonde’s ear. Almost, but it didn’t. He shifted slightly on top of his prisoner, just enough to allow himself to see into those grey-blue eyes trapped beneath him, and in them he saw fear, rage, and something else…something that whispered of excitement.


It was a sudden move, and it caught him off-guard as Draco suddenly pushed upward from his place on the floor. It wasn’t a move that was meant to free him, it was not strong enough, but it did contain the force to close the fractional space between them, pressing his thin lips to those of the boy who lived. Harry experienced a moment of stunned acceptance, a moment during which there was no thought of right or wrong, just of what was, and then the reality of the moment closed back in and he jerked himself back from the other boy, releasing his hands and rearing back to sit on Draco’s thin hips. Harry’s next surprise came when Draco made no move to run, or even to escape, he just lay there, head turned slightly to one side, as if afraid of a blow.


“What the hell was that?”


Harry’s voice was harsh and echoed off the barren walls of the dark chamber, sending an eerie chill down his own spine. He reached down suddenly and wrenched the other boy’s head toward him, forcing him to look and being none to gentle about it. Despite his anger and confuse, even despite his undying dislike of the other boy, Harry felt a pang of guilt at being so careless with someone unable to defend themselves and some of the emotion seeped into his face. Gazing down at the boy below him, Harry found a pair of eyes that was full of hatred and, just for a moment that he was sure he had imagined, pain.


“Damn you, Potter!”


The words were thrown like dagger at him, but something in the way they were said seemed to tell Harry that they weren’t said for the reason’s he would expect. There was a pain to his look that did not speak of physical discomfort, but was that look that a man wore when he had received the deepest of hurts, a wound to his pride. Slowly, he leaned forward and, with a voice that he tried to hold steady so it would not show the uncertainty he felt, he whispered,


“Just remember…I win.”


And this time, he kissed back.

It was two hours later when both boys, in various stages of undress and with very little complete recollection of what had actually occurred, stumbled back to their respective houses with the hopes of some sleep before class the next morning.

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That had been two months ago, but neither one of them could seem to put it behind them. It had started with a walk, to clear his head he had said, but by the end of the first month Harry had been slipping out at night three or four times a week with the hopes of finding the other boy wandering in a similar manner. There was no success of course, what other sane student would risk getting caught out of bed after hours? The answer, of course, was none, but let it never be said that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were sane. This was now the third time that Harry had rounded a corner beneath the invisibility cloak and found Draco lurking in the shadows of a statue or suit of armor. How it was Draco never managed to be caught by professors or Filtch was a mystery to Harry, but at this point he simply did not care. Harry recollected that those few nights they had managed to find one another in the vastness of the Hogwarts grounds were very long nights indeed, and fought not to smile when he heard and arrogant voice from somewhere just behind his left shoulder.


“Where do you think you’re going, Potter.”


Draco’s robes whipped around him as he made a show of trying to look proper while running.


“Where does it look like?”


Harry grinned to himself at the game he was playing. A quick study, as with most things that truly interested him, he found it rather easy now to make Draco completely flustered in a very short period of time.


“If I had some idea I wouldn’t have asked now would I?”


The annoyance in the blonde’s voice was increasingly apparent as he trailed slightly behind and too the left of Harry, who walked calmly but quickly around yet another corner and up his third flight of stairs in under two minutes. Harry only grinned yet again, the kind of maniacal grin that was supposedly reserved only for the aforementioned trailing party, and continued to climb yet another flight of stairs. Reaching the top, Harry took hold of the doorknob in the wooden barrier before him and gave a slight push, revealing a brilliant, mid-autumn night.


“One of the towers…”


Draco mused to himself. Harry gave a low bow, as if to say ‘ladies first,’ and motioned the other boy forward with one arm and garnering an annoyed slap from the other as he passed into the cool night air. Draco spread his arms slightly and breathed in deeply the scent of decaying leaves and moist air when he heard the door behind him close and felt the hand on his shoulder. The hot air rushing past his ear was just like that first time when Harry spoke so softly yet again.


“Now…where were we?”


The Gryffindor’s hands had managed to slip down either side Draco’s body and run around to the front of his waistline, where they rested just on top of the thin fabric of Draco’s school shirt. Slowly, tentatively, a kiss was placed on the back of the blonde’s neck, and then another. They trailed slowly upward until they finally reached the lobe of Draco’s right ear, where there was a gentle nip before the sudden rush of air the was blown in, causing the blond to moan somewhere deep within himself. Harry’s hands worked deftly, pulling the neatly tucked shirt from the other boys trousers, and running themselves up along the flat stomach that lay beneath to the firm, though scrawny, chest that resided above.


Harry blew once more into his lover’s ear before suddenly pulling him back and spinning himself around to stand face to face with the other boy. As his hands slipped from beneath the fabric of Draco’s shirt then searched for, and quickly found, the other’s hands, locking fingers as their lips met for the second time that night. The startled sound that Draco made was rather muffled as Harry backed him into the wall and used the momentary surprise to force his tongue deep into the other boy’s mouth.


Every time they came together like this, Harry was always amazed at how well their two bodies fit. They were supposed to hate each other, they were supposed to be arch-rivals, but it just worked to well. Somehow Draco’s frame just managed to meld into his almost too well, and he couldn’t just let it go to waste.


Harry’s thigh slowly slid forward, brushing against the telltale bulge in the front of Draco’s pants, and causing the other boy to groan yet again.


“Why do you do this?” Draco managed to mutter as Harry’s lips backed away for a momentary gasp of air.


“Do what?”


“Tease me.”


There wasn’t an answer, just the sudden lack of one of Harry’s hand in Draco’s that he only had to ponder momentarily before he found it again…inside his pants. Somehow Harry had managed to get his hand inside of Draco’s pants without undoing them first, and he now had a firm hold on a very certain piece of Draco’s anatomy. The blonde’s head rolled back as he moaned, but reality came back as Harry whispered again.


“Better?”


“Damn you, Potter.”


“Thought so.”


They came back together in a clash of teeth and tongues, the world around them fading away in the process. For a short moment, Harry caught himself pondering the amount of control he was handed for this moment, and this moment alone. It seemed somewhat odd, almost uncanny, that someone with whom you war unceasingly would hand over all control to you for a single moment in time, only to resume the war at a later date. It wasn’t until he felt Draco’s free hand on the back of his neck that he was suddenly reminded of the task at hand.


The work seemed slow and overly tedious to get all the buttons on Draco’s top undone, but Harry knew he would never hear the end of it should he just tear it off. After what seemed somewhere slightly more than forever but a little less than eternity, the last button came undone and both shirt and robe fell to the stone beneath them, scraping against the wall as it fell. Running his hands up the pale and now very barren torso of his lover, Harry watched closely the pale blue eyes before him, and grinned as they got slowly wider as he brushed lightly over one hard nipple. Slowly it registered in Draco’s mind that the hands which had been caressing his body were suddenly gone, causing the rather glazed look on his face to vanish in an instant. Yet, before there was a chance to question exactly what was going on, there was once again the sound of cloth rustling as it fell to the floor.


He looked at the smirking face of the raven-haired boy across from him and wondered at how much alike they had become in the recent past, but there was not much time to wonder. Once again he felt the press of lips to his, yet this time there was also the press of skin against his own bare chest, warm and hard. Draco had discovered early on that being with another boy was nothing like being with a girl. Where girls were soft and supple and easy to manipulate, here everything was flat and hard and for the most part he found himself being manipulated, though he wasn’t fully sure why. A tongue probed gently at his lips and, without much thought, he obliged it willingly.


The night around them paid them no heed, the sound of air rushing by in a gentle wind and the crickets singing their early morning lullaby an ever present background music to a scene it remained blissfully unaware of. Added to this noise of the night, if one were careful enough to listen, were the sounds of rustling clothing, shifting feet, and, now, the sound of metal on metal, clinking slightly. Harry’s hands worked deftly, if almost expertly, to remove the belt from Draco’s pants and undo the button that held them there. He began to slide them slowly down, returning to the game he so loved to play. His body followed the trousers on their descent, slowly lowering, leaving a slightly shimmering path as his mouth trailed down the other boy’s chest.


As he hit his knees, Harry released the garment he still held, letting it fall with a muffled thump to the stone below and grinning slightly at what he knew was to come. Glancing upward, he took in the sight of the blond before him, his head rolled slightly backward, lost in a world all it’s own. Leaning forward, Harry nipped slightly at the bulge in the undergarments in front of him and almost laughed as Draco suddenly jumped, gasping from shock as much as pleasure. Slowly the elastic band slid down until at last, with an almost audible popping noise, Draco’s erection was met by the cool, early morning breeze. The blond shivered slightly, but Harry couldn’t be sure if it was in anticipation or merely because he was cold and, frankly, at this moment, he didn’t much care.


Running his tongue along the underside of the very stiff member before him, Harry smiled inwardly at the deep groan he elicited from the other teen. Ever so slightly he placed the head of Draco’s engorged organ just inside of his mouth, running his tongue around the tip before lowering himself on the other boy. The musky smell of boy was almost thick enough to taste as Harry took the full length of Draco’s penis into his mouth, allowing his tongue to flicker here and there at will until he felt the other boy’s pubic hair brush against his nose. It was a moment or two before he felt the hand on the back of his head, intertwining gently with his already tangled hair and giving him the cue he had been waiting on. Slowly he pulled back until only the very tip of the other boy’s member remained within him before he plunged back down with a smooth, steady motion. After a moment he had built up a rhythm moving back and forth and letting his tongue do whatever he thought would feel best. Loosing himself in the feeling of the other boy in his mouth, he almost missed the gurgled words.


“Don’t…”


The gasped word from above him caused him to falter slightly in his rhythm, giving Draco enough mental capabilities to finish his thought.


“Not yet…”


Slowly Harry pulled back, letting Draco fall from his mouth and rising all in one rather elegant motion. Coming to eye level with the other boy, Harry leaned in close to whisper in the other’s ear.


“Are you cold?” The rush of air over Draco’s ear had the same effect as always, causing the boy to shiver in sudden delight and Harry to grin ever so slightly. “Because I can fix that.”


With his last word Harry began to nibble gently on the lobe of Draco’s ear while he slowly fondled areas a bit lower down. Finally releasing the other boy, Harry placed his lips over the now rather swollen lips before him and sought out the pale hands connected to the other boy. Eventually finding them, he led them downward until the rested above his belt buckle and waited for the message to sink in. Slowly he felt the buckled come undone as the other hands fumbled through the motions, drunk on hormones and something he figured was close to desire, and it wasn’t long before both his trousers and undergarments hit the stone in one fell swoop. Bringing their bodies together, Harry attempted to make them touch in every way possible, bare skin to bare skin. He could feel the need in his voice as he whispered into Draco’s ear again.


“Are you ready?”


The blonde’s breathing was slightly labored as he nodded into Harry’s shoulder and that was all the signal the Gryffindor needed. Pulling the other boy forward from the wall he knelt down for just a moment to spread on of their robes across the floor, whatever else may happen, he didn’t want the cold stone to be a problem. Laying the Slytherin back on top of the robe, Harry spread himself over the other boy and kissed him gently, thinking for just an instance that this is not the way one should treat their enemies, but banishing the thought in a second. Positioning himself between Draco’s legs, he waited for some king of conformation and, when Draco nodded slowly once again, inched his way forward.


He knew it had to hurt, but the blond never showed the pain in any way more noticeable than a slight flinch, and he soon found himself buried in the other teen as far as he would go. Bracing himself on his forearms, Harry paused to allow Draco time to adjust and in doing so, gave himself a moment to revel in the feeling of their bare bodies, so close and so intimate. Draco’s hands moved, one to the back of Harry’s head, pulling him down into a kiss, and the other to his lower back, urging him to move. Slowly Harry pulled out until only the tip remained, and then he thrust back forward causing the boy beneath him to grunt and then groan slightly. It wasn’t long before everything around them was nothing more than a memory and all that remained of the world was a single moment. The two boys moved in unison, saying nothing but the odd moan. Time seemed to pass in an unknown way, it could have been minutes or it could have been hours, neither seemed to know or care. After awhile Harry began to feel the familiar sensations deep within his groin telling him that the time was near. Thrusting harder, he threw his head back as the moment finally came, burying his seed deep within his lover. He continued for a short while, something in him needing to let the other boy finish too, and it wasn’t long before he felt the warm stickiness across his chest telling him that the job was complete. Pulling out of the blond he lay down next to him, reaching for the other robe to cover them both as he felt the weight of the other’s head land heavy on his chest. Draco idly fingered the crescent moon bruise that marked where Harry had bitten him just above the collarbone and, his breathing still heavy, he said,


“I…hate you…”


From Up above the blond, out of reach of any wandering eyes, Harry let a small smile slip across his face with the sudden realization that they could keep pretending, keep the act up, but in the end something would have to break.


“Shut up…Malfoy”


Tonight though, he wasn’t going to be that something. Slowly the world went hazy, and eventually, as the dim fuzz that was the sun prodded at the horizon, faded to that kind of black that you can only find after good sex.