The Lake

This story was the result of an amazing Omegle conversation with the wonderful
imceobitch on ff.net. Credits to her for Harry!


"Malfoy?"

Sigh. "Yes?" I should have known better than to think I would be alone out here,
by the great lake.

"What are you doing here?"

"Better question is, what are you doing here, Potter?" I nearly spat out the last
word.

"Couldn't sleep." He paused, then continued. "Off for a romantic stroll?"

I snorted. "Yeah, right. But no, I couldn't sleep either. Bad dreams, Potter?" I
snarled.

Potter ignored the obvious venom in my voice. "Yeah. Did you have nightmares
too?"

I was taken aback. Potter was being...civil. "Erm...yeah, I guess. Just..." In a
moment of what had to be weakness, I gestured vaguely towards my right arm.
"You know." Why was I telling this to Potter? Of all people...

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I know. Don't...don't take it, though."

My head snapped up and I stared at Potter. "I don't really...I don't have a
choice! He'll kill my family."

Potter's eyes never left mine. "I'll protect you," he said simply.

"P-protect me? Why would the Boy Who Lived protect me?"

Potter shrugged, still looking at me. "Why not, Malfoy?"

"Potter..." I searched for words. "I've been the bane of your existence since first
year. What reasons would you have to even tolerate me?"

Potter smiled, the corners of his mouth barely turning up. "Doesn't have to be
that way, Malfoy." He chuckled. "Everyone deserves protection."

I was shocked. "Even after...even though...my family supports the man who
killed yours! And you would offer me protection?"

Potter didn't say anything, just looked at me. "I don't...I don't deserve it. I don't
deserve anything."

He took a step closer to me. "You don't support Voldemort."

"I..."

"What makes you think you don't deserve protection, Malfoy?"

"Because...this is...I don't know anymore. I just don't think I can do it." Don't cry.
Don't cry. You can't let Potter see you like this. Don't cry.

Potter laughed. "Malfoy, this is the first time I've seen you almost speechless.
It's quite amusing. I like it."

I shook my head. "I don't really even understand why you're talking to me. After
everything I've done to you..." I chuckled wetly. "But yeah, I guess it isn't very often
you see a Malfoy on the verge of speechlessness." I shook my head again and
looked up at Potter. "But...back to the question. Why would you deign to protect
me?"

Those green eyes were looking straight into mine. It was unnerving. "I guess I'm
making it up to you, Malfoy."

My eyes searched his face. "Making it up to me? You've never done anything
to me! It's me that's done all the wrong! Me who should be apologizing to you!"

He shook his head no. "I...I didn't take your hand."

"What?" I thought for a moment. "You remember that? That was first year,
Potter!"

"Malfoy, I think we both..." he sighed. "I think we both did many shameful things."

"Yes, but..." I paused. "Potter, can I be honest with you? Trust you not to tell
anyone?" Somehow I already knew the answer.
Potter nodded. "You have my promise."

"I...I think you made the right decision. Not taking my hand. Not making my
alliance. Think of how different things would have been. Father would have led you
right to...him...and you would be dead. You wouldn't have had a chance." Potter
said nothing. "Don't you see?"

He shook his head stubbornly. "Your father wouldn't have done that. It would
have ruined his publicity. Besides, Voldemort wasn't around back then."

"But...as soon as he returned..." I didn't know what to say. "Potter, how can you
forgive me? I don't understand."

Potter - Harry - shrugged. "I guess I matured. I...I actually forgave you a long
time ago."

A single tear escaped the iron prison that was my eye, and it rolled slowly down
my cheek. "Potter..." I whispered, disbelievingly. "Thank you."

Harry took a step closer, closing the distance between us. He was close enough
to...he ran his thumb on my cheek, and wiped the tear off. "Don't cry."

I reached up and captured Harry's hand with mine, looking into his eyes
questioningly. "Harry..."

He squeezed my hand reassuringly. "Yes, Draco?"

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. "It's stupid. But..." I leaned forward
and brushed my lips against Harry's. An electric jolt shot up my spine, making my
fingers tingle.

To my surprise, Harry's other hand immediately curled around the nape of my
neck, and he pulled me closer, returning my kiss ardently. My free hand encircled
Harry's thin waist, and I pulled him as close as we could get.

I hesitantly opened my lips and invited Harry to deepen the kiss. He did, and as
we came up for breath, I whispered his name. "Harry..."

His mouth placed butterfly kisses on my jaw, sending even more shivers across
my skin. "Mmm...yes, Draco?"

The words poured forth unbidden. "Thank you. For forgiving me when I least
deserved it. And for protecting me when I'm the last person who deserves
protection. The last person to ever...deserve you."

Harry pulled back slightly in shock. "If I knew that kissing you would entice words
like that, I should have done this sooner." He smiled teasingly before cupping his
hand to my cheek, pulling me in for another kiss.

I waited, choosing to tease Harry instead. "If saying words like those would entice
you to kiss me like this, then I should have done it sooner."

"Copy cat," he murmured with a grin, moving to place light kisses on my neck.

I groaned softly and shuddered in delight. "Imitation is the sincerest form of
flattery, after all." Harry sucked on a spot of my neck, his teeth scraping lightly on my
skin. "Aah...Merlin, Harry..." I clutched Harry's dark hair in my hands, pulling gently.

He pulled back again, looking concerned. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Never," I whispered.

"Best answer I've ever heard," Harry said, and started sucking on that spot again.

"Best answer I've ever given, if you're going to keep doing that," I murmured.

"Again, copy cat." He chuckled softly and bit me on the neck, leaving a
possessive mark.

I sighed in ecstasy. "It's your fault. I can't think straight when you're making me
weak in the knees, Potter." Breaking away, I pulled my wand out of my pocket and
conjured a blanket, laying it on the dew-sodden grass. "Come on."

He lay down beside me. "Why are you addressing me as 'Potter' again? Into
name-calling, Mr. Malfoy?" he chided.

"Mm, only when you need...direction." I slid on top of Harry and loosened his tie.

"And into taking charge, I see," he said, grinning and adjusting his position to
make himself more comfortable.

"Absolutely," I said, smiling. "Though I wouldn't mind if you reciprocated." I
dipped my head and grasped his tie in my teeth, pulling it from his shirt.

"I'd love to reciprocate, Draco." Harry stared up at me, licking his lips in
anticipation.

I captured Harry's lips in a searing kiss, my hands working meanwhile to undo the
buttons of his shirt. "Get a move-on, then. Too many clothes on us."

Harry whimpered slightly at the loss of my lips on his, but nodded. He
whispered a spell and suddenly, our clothes were gone. I gasped at the feeling of
skin on skin.

"Much better," I said, but I stalled momentarily before going on. "Harry, I..." I
trailed off, blushing.

Harry slid his warm arm around my waist, pulling me closer. "Hmm?"

"I've never done this."

Harry cleared his throat. "Good. Then...er...I'm not the only one, then."

I pulled back, shocked. "You?! The Gryffindor Golden Boy's never...Merlin."

Harry pouted, frowning. "Don't call me that. And..." he slid his index finger on my
cheek, "I could say the same about you, Slytherin Prince."

I shuddered, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. "Well...do you want
to...erm, top?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know. What do you want, Draco?"

"I think...I would be more comfortable...on bottom. If that's okay with you." I
flushed again, sure that my face was naught but a mask of red.

Harry nodded in agreement, but soon frowned again. "But...they say it hurts. I...I
don't want to hurt you, Draco."

I kissed his frown away. "As long as you're here, Harry, that's all that matters."

He smiled. "You always know what to say to make me feel better. Now," Harry
said, flipping our position, "I'm going to make you feel better." He whispered against
my ear. "Much. Better."

I gasped. "Yes, Harry. Yes."

His lips planted hot and wet kisses on my jaw, my neck, my chest. "Mm. You
taste marvelous."

"You feel amazing, Harry. Please...more."

He said nothing, but took my nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly while his
fingers played with the other hard nub. Goosebumps rose on my skin, and a groan
escaped my lips.

"Need you inside me, Harry," I said, running my fingers through his soft black hair.

Harry nodded, biting his lip. "I'll try not to hurt you. I swear if I-"

I cut him off with a kiss. "Ssh. It'll be okay. I promise."

Harry kissed back with fervor, and reached for his wand to conjure lube.

I moaned with delight as Harry pushed one slicked finger into my entrance. Harry
soon added another finger, making scissoring motions. "Okay?"

"Gods, Harry, yes. More."

Harry complied, adding a third finger and crooking it to find...

"Aah!" I shrieked with delight as Harry's finger brushed a ball of nerves.

Harry paused and bit his lip. "Did I hurt you or-"

"No. Never. More, Harry. Inside me...please..." I nearly whimpered.

He retracted his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his lubed member. "I'll
go slow, okay?"

"Okay."

Harry pushed in, placing his hands on my hips. "Gods, Draco, so tight." He
gasped. "Spread your legs a bit more?"

I complied, whimpering softly. "Gods, Harry. You're amazing."

Harry bit his lip again and focused on the task at hand, pushing in a bit deeper
but accidentally faster. "Fuck..."

"Harry...faster. I don't know...how long I can last..."

My hands clawed at Harry's bare back, squeezing his arse cheeks and leaving
red marks.

"Didn't I hurt you?" he asked concernedly. He leaned in and kissed me softly,
and his member slid in deeper.

"No! You're so perfect, Harry, so perfect..."

He smiled and buried himself completely to the hilt, his balls resting on my arse
cheeks. "Gods, Draco...you feel amazing."

"Harry, you're so incredible. So perfect." I sighed, and looked into his eyes. "But
for Merlin's sake, move, or I'm going to come before you even start." I squeezed
his arse again, encouraging him to move.

Harry groaned softly. "Fuck, Draco..." He pulled out and slid in again, slowly at
first but increasing speed and establishing a rhythm.

"So good, Harry. I'm so close...fuck, fuck..." My whole body trembled with the
pleasure of Harry's movements. I caught a glimpse of Harry's face, tense with
concentration, as he thrust faster, reaching for that spot again...

A scream ripped from my throat as Harry hit that sweet spot, sending stars into
my eyes. "Harry! I'm gonna...I'm gonna...fuck, Harry, I'm gonna come..."

Harry angled his thrusts to hit that spot over and over again. Leaning down and
whispering into my ear, voice pure lust, he said, "Come with me, Draco."

Another scream escaped me as I came, shooting white-hot ropes over Harry's
stomach. "Harry, Harry..."

He groaned as he released his pent-up desire, filling me with pearly-white liquid
as he pumped over and over. "Draco, fuck."

"Gods, Harry. That was incredible."

Harry pulled out his spent length reluctantly, and collapsed beside me. "You
were incredible, Draco."

I turned to kiss him. "I think..."

Harry kissed me back. "Yeah?"

I blushed. I couldn't say it. "Thank you, Harry. For everything."

"Thank you, too, Draco," he said. He knew what I meant to say, I was sure.

As his hand reached over to tuck a lock of blond hair back, I whispered, "I love
you, Harry."

Kissing me on the forehead, Harry smiled. "I love you, too."