Fallen From Grace

Dream? Or was it?


Harry woke early, the sun on his face and the wind ruffling his hair, it was all very well and good escaping the Dursleys early but having to sleep rough was never pleasant. He also seemed to have a bad hangover, his head was thumping and the light was hurting his eyes something rotten. What happened last night? He couldn’t remember!
“What are you still doing here? If my father finds you or my mother, or that blasted snake, you’re dead.” Harry blinked in the light, his vision blurred by the watering of his eyes, who was talking to him? The person shifted so he wasn’t in front of the light and gradually his features became clearer.
“Draco,” Harry frowned in surprise and mild horror,
“Yes, you need to get out of here,” he glanced around furtively, “Nagini could be anywhere.”
“Are you helping me?” Harry asked, confusion evident on his face,
“I don’t fuck someone and then leave them to die Harry, besides; I was hoping to do it again sometime. Get to Hogwarts, you’ll be safe there, they won’t mind you being a week early, not Dumbledore’s Golden Boy.”

“I am very confused,” Harry whispered, half to himself; Draco chuckled but it was strained, he seemed genuinely worried for Harry’s safety, what was going on here? Draco pulled Harry to his feet and pushed him the last few metres to the gate,
“Follow that footpath through the forest, its safer than the road, you’ll come out by a train station, straight into the centre of London, the Hogwarts Express with supplies leaves tomorrow morning at the same time, be on it.” Harry shook his head in wonder, Draco’s hard expression softened for a moment and he lent forward. He pressed his lips to Harrys even as he pressed his body and his aching member to Harry’s body.
“Go, Harry, go please, I’ll see you at Hogwarts.” Harry stumbled backwards a few steps, staring at Draco in complete confusion before he turned and sprinted down the trail.

Draco sighed, watching him go, how he wanted him again, last night was so real, so fresh in his memory and in his loins.
“Fuck,” he muttered to himself, now he was so wound up he was going to have to do something about it. He trailed the outside wall of the garden and found a bench surrounded by tall bushes and trees, no one would be wandering here unless for a particular reason. His trousers were around his ankles within minutes and his hand stroked his erect member. It had been straining painfully against his tight black silk pyjama trousers and now free, it stood proud and begging for attention. As his mind flit to and from different images of last night, two drunken school enemies going against everything they ever thought or felt and participating in such hungry passion. He saw Harrys face as he bent to kiss him, he remembered the feel of his lips as they parted hungrily, the taste of sherbet lemon and butter beer and something altogether his own as they plundered each other.

He was writhing on the garden bench as he fell into the bed beside Harry, stroking his hands along the fine muscles of his chest and down his small trail of hair to his erection, taking it in his mouth and tasting him. How he wished Harry was inside him again as he had been last night, forcing him to bite the pillows to stop from screaming too loudly. Money could buy a room but it couldn’t buy curiosity away, so they strained to be silent as they reached a stunning climax together. Draco felt his cum fall onto his chest and sighed, opening his eyes again. Sitting calmly on the grass before him and slightly to his left was Nagini, she watched his masturbation in silence but as he now met her gaze she spoke.
“You are wanted, once you have cleaned yourself up. You didn’t tell us where you were going last night, your father is angry.” She cocked her head at him and her tongue slithered out to taste the air.
“By the smell of you I would say you were fucking with men again, you disgusting excuse for a death eater, do you ever hope to be anything important to Lord Voldemort when you are so repulsive?” Draco rolled his eyes but pulled up his trousers again.
“I don’t care what a snake thinks, this is none of your business anyway, leave me alone Nagini.”

Nagini hissed once and disappeared, it was convenient wasn’t it that she could make herself understood when she wanted to. Draco sighed and returned to the house, Harry had followed him home last night but where he thought he had gone back again; he had obviously fallen asleep in the garden, on the doorstep of his greatest enemies.


Meanwhile Harry was walking the forest trail, desperately hungry and desperately sore, what on earth had happened last night. He was even more perturbed by the flashes of memory he was getting. It must have been a dream; he had dismissed it many times but was it really a dream? He couldn’t quite shake the fact that he thought he might have actually done these things.
The first flashback he had was of him sucking a dick, now he was pretty sure this was just a weird dream because he was straight and he didn’t suck dicks. But why could he remember the taste of the said dick in this dream, surely you wouldn’t know the taste.
The second flashback was of intense pain, now he was pretty sure he hadn’t sat on anything and the pain was lessening even as the flashback continued. It also felt like something was moving inside him, with a steady intoxicating rhythm.
The third flashback was Draco Malfoy, the face of his enemy, as they kissed, not just any kiss but a kiss so full of passion that it, along with the other memories, was making his sleepy body stir inside his pants.

Harry frowned as he continued to walk; he couldn’t stop for the warnings ringing in his ears. Then of course there was the kiss this morning, he hadn’t imagined that, a half naked Draco Malfoy had kissed him with a passion which was beyond the hate of two enemies which they usually felt towards each other. Not only that but most disturbingly, he had felt himself respond to that kiss and he had recognised that kiss, the taste of that mouth.

Harry’s thoughts continued in much the same way until he reached the train station when he was forced to consider where he was headed. He followed Draco’s advice and headed straight back to London. As he sat on the train, planning his trip to Hogwarts, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement at the idea of being back there, but most disturbingly, that it would only be a week before Draco was there as well.


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