Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content.
Author's Note: Sorry for the late update guys! I had a seminar paper to finish, and it took me a while to decide which POV I wanted to go with. I didn't write Draco's POV for a reason: I think the story is nicer if I keep you in the dark, if you didn't know why Draco behaved in such a way - even though I know plenty of you already have an idea :P
**** This is the last chapter of the story! I tried to make it perfect, and I hope I was close! My first boyxboy scene, so be merciful :)Thank you guys for all your wonderful reviews! I love you all, and I hope you enjoy this!
Harry ran through corridors, not really sure where he was headed. He had almost tripped twice because of his cloak, and had bumped into several people. The look on Malfoy's face was haunting him. He had told the blond he loved him, and had basically made a fool out of himself for running like that. Merlin what was wrong with him? He didn't even know he loved Malfoy!
Harry felt incredibly embarrassed, and couldn't face anyone at that moment. So he kept running aimlessly until he was knocked down by a huge figure. Harry fell to the ground with a loud thud, and heard the person gasp in disbelief. He looked up to see who it was and was met with Zabini's shocked expression. The boy looked around, his mouth gaping, and he kept muttering nonsensical profanities.
"Show yourself!" Zabini yelled after a while.
Harry removed the cloak, still seated on the floor, and looked at the boy apologetically.
"Potter!" Zabini exclaimed "what are you…how did you…where did you…?" Zabini stammered "where on earth did you get that?!" he finally asked.
"It was my father's" Harry answered, while Zabini helped him up.
"Lucky bastard" Zabini huffed "have you seen Neville?" he looked around as if looking for him.
"No, haven't seen him" Harry muttered, eager to get away.
"Right, well if you see him tell him Blaise has your present" he smiled "sorry for bumping into you" he said after walking away from a shocked Harry. Why couldn't he and Malfoy be like that? Merlin, Malfoy was going to hex him for what he'd said! Ron was going to hex him for what he'd said! Ron was going to kill him!
He put the cloak back in his bag, and made his way to his common room after calming slightly.
Harry did not want to go to dinner, and no matter how many times his friends asked him, he wouldn't tell them why he refused to go. How on earth would he explain his behavior earlier? There was no explanation! Well, except that he went momentarily insane!
He threw himself on the couch in their common room, and tried to find an excuse as to why he didn't want to go to dinner.
"I'm not hungry, Ron" he said exasperatedly.
"You can't not be hungry, Harry! You haven't eaten since breakfast!" Ron exclaimed "what's going on?" he questioned, and Harry put his head in both hands and sighed "I just don't want to go!" Harry rubbed his eyes and tried not to look at his friend.
"So you arehungry! I knew it" Ron exclaimed. When had Ron become so perceptive?
As if Ron wasn't enough, Hermione joined them not a minute later "what are you two fighting about?" she asked, both hands on her hips.
"We're not fighting! Harry is hiding something from us, and he doesn't want to go to dinner" Ron sounded like a whiny child, or at least Harry thought he did.
"Is that true, Harry?" she questioned in a mother-like manner.
"No, it's not! I mean I'm not hiding anything, but yes I don't want to go!" Harry knew he was as whiny as Ron, but he never wanted to face Malfoy ever again, and if being whiny did the trick, then so be it.
"Harry, you have been acting strange lately, does it have to do with Malfoy?" Hermione asked, and as soon as she mentioned Malfoy's name, Harry felt his blood rush south. He stared at the floor as he shook his head, but he knew Hermione didn't believe him. She argued with him for a couple more minutes, and managed to convince him to go to dinner, because shewas going to help himget Malfoy's attention, and Harry couldn't for the life of him find an excuse for her not to do that since he had already told her about how he felt. So he reluctantly agreed, and joined both his friends on their way to dinner.
Harry entered the Great Hall grudgingly, and tried not to look anywhere else but at his own seat as he walked there. But his eyes had to move and look at the Slytherin table, and Harry was disappointed to find the blond's seat empty. However, he managed to hide what he felt as he made his way through the other students.
He sat down, and piled food on his plate, he really was hungry. He chatted with his friends and laughed at Neville's reaction to Zabini's obvious flirtatious gazes and winks. But no matter how hard he tried, he kept looking at that empty seat, and his heart clenched every time he saw it.
"I have a plan, Harry!" Hermione almost jumped off her seat "I know how we can get Malfoy to like you!" she said excitedly. Ron looked at her with raised eyebrows, while Harry almost choked on his food. He definitely didn't want Hermione to plan something now! Not after he'd told Malfoy he loved him!
Ron patted his back, and Harry thanked him. He looked over at Hermione "what do you mean?" he asked, hoping to God she was just kidding.
"Well, Zabini likes Neville, and they're sort of dating now, right?" she asked, and didn't wait for him to answer before she went on "we can ask Zabini to figure out what Malfoy likes and dislikes, and you can take advantage of that" she clapped her hands and smiled at him. Harry swallowed the pumpkin juice he had in his mouth before answering her "erm, Hermione, I don't want Zabini to know how I feel about Malfoy" he almost whispered, and thanked Merlin he was able to find an excuse not to go along with her plan. She looked disappointed with herself, and Harry felt horrible, so he smiled at her and said "it was a good plan, though" and she smiled back. Luckily, they finished their meal without mentioning Malfoy again.
Harry was getting ready to head back to his dorm, when a house elf popped right next to him. He jumped and nearly dropped his pumpkin juice.
"A letter for Harry Potter, sir!" the elf said, handed Harry the envelope, and disappeared. Harry looked at him with bewilderment. He had no idea who it was from, and the envelope had nothing written on it. His friends eyed him, and Hermione just asked him to open it, because it might be something of importance.
Harry opened it, a bit scared of what the content may be. He read it quietly twice before excusing himself and running outside of the Great Hall with a big grin on his face.
Meet me in the Room of Requirement immediately.
Harry sped to the seventh floor. He had never been so excited, or so nervous in his life. What could Malfoy possibly want with him? Maybe he wanted to hex him, or make sure Harry doesn't tell anyone else what he felt.Harry's heart sank. What if Malfoy wanted to tell him that he didn't love him, and that Harry should stay away from him?Harry wasn't sure he would ever be able to do that.
He ran up the stairs, and was in front of the wall in mere minutes. He was panting, sweat covering his forehead, and his heart was about to burst from beating so much. He waited until he relaxed, and saw the door pop into place. He stepped closer, his eyes shutting automatically, and his chest heaving, but managed to open the door nonetheless.
He walked inside, and couldn't see anything else but the pacing blond in front of him. Malfoy was going back and forth, with his hand rubbing his eyes. He looked flushed, hair tousled, and was muttering something Harry didn't quite get.
As soon as he saw Harry, Malfoy stopped moving, and stared at him. Harry noticed Malfoy was panting, perhaps even as much as he was, and instead of wondering why, his mind kept telling him how amazingly handsome he was.
"Potter" Malfoy almost whispered. Harry's heart skipped a beat.
"h-hi" Harry managed, and was able to take his eyes off of Malfoy to look at his surroundings.
The room was dimly lit, with the same fireplace they had last time they were there. There was a red rug on the floor, just a small one in front of the fireplace. There was nothing else in the room, no couches, no armchairs, and no tables. There was only a bed behind Malfoy. A bed?!Harry's mind raced, and he noticed Malfoy was looking at him with a puzzling expression on his face, the same one he wore when he was under the potion.
Malfoy seemed to be struggling with something. He'd open his mouth to say something, but would close it immediately. Harry just stood there, looking at him, while Malfoy stared back.
"I-I'm sorry about earlier" Harry mumbled, looking down at his fascinating shoes. He heard Malfoy let out a breath, and looked up at him again.
"Potter…" Malfoy whispered again, and started walking up to where Harry was "I-I tried…I really did" he said, as he moved closer. Harry sloped his head down, and had to close his eyes "I tried to think about someone else…I-I tried to bewith someone else" he put his hand on Harry's chin, and lifted his face up, and Harry opened his eyes to look at him "I-I keep thinking about you" Malfoy looked a bit angry "all the time" Malfoy stressed harshly "and then you go and act all jealous, and you hex my friend, and you tell me you love me" Malfoy's hand slid to Harry's neck, and held tight "tell me you love me" Malfoy demanded. Harry looked at him with wide eyes. He had no idea when he had started loving Malfoy, but he knew why now. Malfoy looked so determined, and Harry felt like he could count on Malfoy whenever he wanted, and he could lose control, because Malfoy was there to take it.
"Tell me you love me, Potter" Malfoy demanded again, and Harry felt a rush of pleasure head to his groin.
"I-I love you" he muttered, his face flushing immediately. Malfoy smirked, and crashed their lips together.
Malfoy put both hands on Harry's waist, and Harry could feel his grip growing tighter. Every cell in his body felt like it was on fire, and Harry had never felt so turned on in his life. Harry felt his body quiver, and his hands traveled up Malfoy's back to the nape of his neck, and pulled on Malfoy's hair a bit too roughly. Malfoy moaned into the kiss, and tried walking backward, taking Harry with him.
Malfoy's knees hit the edge of the bed, he switched their positions in a quick motion, and pushed Harry on the bed forcefully, then climbed on top of him. Harry peeked up at the blond, and found Malfoy gazing down on him. Malfoy ground his hips against Harry's, and Harry could feel the blond's arousal pressed against him.
"Can you feel how hard you make me?" Malfoy asked, and Harry almost came from all the hormones that rampaged through his body. Their erections were pressed together, and Malfoy kept rocking and grinding against him. He kissed down Harry's jawline to his neck, then back up to his earlobe, and Harry kept moaning and writhing beneath the Slytherin. He had waited so long for this, and he just wanted it to be perfect, but he was turned on, and excited, and…and…and he had no idea what to do, and he was starting to freak out.Malfoy's hands traveled down to his nipples, teasing them slightly, before sliding further down to his abdomen, and then to the tip of his waistband, and Harry could no longer think. This was just too good!
Malfoy kissed his way down, following his hand motion. He kissed Harry's chest, down to his navel, then up again to his chest. Harry was going insane, and he wanted to scream at the blond to just stop going so damn slow! But he couldn't even manage that. His hands were gripping the blond locks, and squeezing them harder and harder, trying to pull the Slytherin closer to his body. Malfoy's tantalizing mouth slid down again, and this time Malfoy unbuttoned Harry's trousers and slid them down to his knees. He kissed Harry's inner thigh down to his knee and back up again, and Harry had to arch his back off the mattress. Nothing was coming out of his mouth but small little whimpers, and he knew he sounded pathetic, but he couldn't help it. No one had ever done that to him but Malfoy, and last time it was because of a potion. Now, however, Malfoy was completely in his right mind – well, maybe.
"s-stop" Harry muttered, and the blond looked at him with a raised eyebrow "teasing. S-stop teasing" Harry finished, and was met with a mischievous smirk. Malfoy suddenly bit his hipbone, and Harry let out a loud groan. But before he could even complain, Malfoy slid his boxers off, and started stroking his swollen prick. Harry thrust into Malfoy's hand, and couldn't keep his eyes open. He was very close, and he didn't want to come just yet. This whole experience was just too intense and he wanted it to last as much as he could handle. Harry grabbed Malfoy's hand, and pushed it gently away. Malfoy stared at him.
"I don't want to come yet" Harry explained, and was met with a smile this time. Malfoy nodded and kissed Harry again, his tongue flicking to wet Harry's lower lip. He kissed his neck, biting a bit too hard, and probably leaving a mark, but Harry wasn't complaining.
"What do you want, Potter?" Malfoy asked with that seductive voice of his, stroking Harry's prick again, and turning him into a writhing mess.
"I…I…I want" Harry kept stammering, and he couldn't breathe well. Malfoy was definitely doing something to his brain, it was so foggy, and he felt like an illiterate chimp. He had no idea how Malfoy was still able to be calm, and tease him at the same time.
Malfoy kept looking at him expectedly, and Harry knew the blond was waiting for him to answer "I w-want…I want y-you" he managed.
"I want to hear you beg for it" Malfoy ordered, and Harry couldn't even get the word "please" out. He was so aroused, and he couldn't think at all.
"p-please" Harry whispered, his voice barely audible.
"Louder" Malfoy whispered huskily in his ear.
"Please!" Harry shut his eyes, and gripped the sheets tightly.
"I like it when you beg, Potter" Malfoy teased, and Harry let out a frustrated groan. He pushed himself up from the bed, and shifted until he was on top of Malfoy. The Slytherin raised an eyebrow at the now brave Gryffindor, but didn't fight him. Harry unbuttoned Malfoy's shirt, and tried to remember what the blond did to him when he was in his position. He nibbled on his neck, kissed down his chest, and teased his nipples. Malfoy was moaning, and humming, and Harry was becoming addicted to that delicious sound. He slid Malfoy's trousers and boxers off in one smooth motion, after kicking his own all the way down, and kissed the tip of his cock. Malfoy almost howled at Harry at the surprise. Harry smiled, but continued teasing the head with his tongue. Malfoy relaxed on the bed again, and watched as Harry moved up and down his shaft. He kissed the blond's abdomen, and slid his tongue up Malfoy's chest to his neck. Malfoy was looking at him with a hungry gaze, and before Harry even realized it, he was flipped back on the bed, while Malfoy attacked his swollen lips with a passionate kiss. He was grinding against him again, and the friction was driving Harry mad.
"God I need to be inside you" Malfoy muttered, and Harry's fingers clasped the sheets tighter.
Harry began to panic. He had never done any of this before. He hadn't even had sex with a girl let alone a guy, and hearing Malfoy say that so casually just made him feel overwrought. Harry definitely didn't want Malfoy to stop what he was doing, but he wasn't sure he wanted to go further too. Harry's head was spinning, and he didn't know what to do, and whether or not he should stop Malfoy. But the Slytherin decided that for him when he suddenly stopped moving. Harry looked up, and saw Malfoy looking back at him with concern written all over his face.
"I don't want to stop" Malfoy breathed, his face flushed, and his lips bruised "but I'll stop if you want me to" he finished, but didn't look like he meant it. Harry tried to calm down, which was quite impossible to achieve. Harry wanted Malfoy so bad, to the point where it was almost painful.
"n-no…d-don't s-stop" Harry mumbled. And Malfoy smirked again and grabbed Harry's cock with his hand, and started stroking it. He swept his finger over the tip, and his thumb grazed the underside. Harry's hands were fisted, eyes closed, and head tilted back. He was experiencing things he had never even imagined before. Malfoy's grip tightened around Harry's prick, and Harry's hips bucked wildly. He needed to come, and his built up sexual frustration wasn't helping at all.
"S-top torturing m-me" he whined, looking at Malfoy with half lidded eyes.
Malfoy hummed, and bit on his earlobe "d-do you want me?" he asked huskily, sounding out of breath.
"y-yess" Harry hissed, and it was all the confirmation Malfoy needed. He used a nonverbal spell, and Harry noticed his fingers smeared with something. Malfoy's left hand started stroking Harry's prick again, while his right one probed at his entrance. He let in one finger first, and started going in and out of Harry, while the brunette tried to get accustomed to the intrusion. Soon enough, he added another finger, and started scissoring. Then he added a third finger, and Harry felt a slight twinge of pain, he clenched around Malfoy's fingers, and the Slytherin must have noticed because he kissed Harry and tried to calm him. His fingers kept going in and out, in and out, and Harry suddenly screamed when Malfoy brushed something inside. Malfoy hummed and took out his fingers that were soon replaced by Malfoy's hard cock. Harry almost screamed when Malfoy finally slammed into him. He stayed still, letting Harry acclimatize himself to the overwhelming feeling of something inside him. Harry felt pain shoot up his spine, and had to shut his eyes.
"I-I need to move" Malfoy whispered, his mouth only inches away from Harry's mouth. Harry nodded. Malfoy placed his hands on Harry's hips and began to move slowly, building a rhythm for himself. Harry's breath was ragged and his heart racing,the mixed feelings of pain and pleasure overpowering all his senses.
"I…want you…to do s…something…for me" Malfoy panted between each word, as he moved inside and out of Harry.
Harry kept trying not to shut his eyes. His hand slid to his cock and started stroking it "yeah?"
"S-say my n-name" Malfoy ordered more than requested, his voice low and guttural.
"M-Malfoy" Harry managed to say in between gasps and moans.
"Wrong" Malfoy's angry voice was turning Harry on more, not that that was possible. Malfoy sounded like he was going to punish Harry, and what bothered the brunette was that the idea didn't scare him at all.
"D-Draco…" Harry whispered, and Malfoy hummed "again"
"Draco" Harry hissed, and Malfoy moaned, and started to move faster.
"Say something i-in p-parseltongue" Malfoy said, and Harry opened his eyes wide. Did Malfoy really just ask that of him?!
When Harry didn't answer, Malfoy stopped moving for a few seconds, then slammed deeper into Harry.
Harry's eyes closed of their own accord, and his head tilted back as his back arched from the bed again.
"Say something in Parseltongue, Potter" Harry heard before feeling a slight shift of the bed. He opened his eyes reluctantly to see Malfoy's hands right next to his head, and the blond looking determined. Harry swallowed hard and hissed Malfoy's name.
Malfoy moaned "again" he said, and Harry hissed. Malfoy moaned louder this time "what d-did you s-say?"
"Draco…" Harry answered "I s-said Draco" Malfoy hummed and bit hard on Harry's neck, as he started moving again.
Malfoy's movement became faster and erratic, and Harry felt like he was losing control. It was overwhelming, and he knew he wasn't going to last long.
"I love you, I love you" Malfoy muttered as he pounded into Harry harder, and he hit that same spot again, and Harry could no longer control the orgasm that hit him full force. He felt himself clench around Malfoy's cock, and it was all that it took for the blond to release inside of Harry with a loud moan.
Malfoy slipped out of Harry shakily, then slumped on top of him.
"That was…" Harry said, unable to find exact words to describe the feelings that were surging through him.
"Yeah" Malfoy agreed, seeming to be in the same condition as Harry.
They laid there for a few minutes, neither of them daring to speak and break the silence. Harry's fingers were going up and down Malfoy's back, while Malfoy just nuzzled Harry's hair. Harry didn't really mind the extra weight, he was in happy-land. But Malfoy soon got off of Harry and slid next to him so that both were facing the ceiling.
Harry turned to face Malfoy, and looked at how flushed the boy was "Parseltongue turns you on?" he asked, because he had no idea what else to say, and that sounded like a good subject to dwell on.
"you have no idea" Malfoy huffed, but didn't turn his head "in second year, when I first heard you I was blown away, and when I was a bit older, I'd just fantasize about it all the time" Malfoy admitted.
"About me?" Harry exclaimed, and raised himself up on both elbows.
Malfoy looked at him exasperatedly "no, you idiot, just…just the hissing thing" he flushed, and Harry grinned at him. Malfoy just shook his head, and faced the ceiling again.
"You should call me Harry now, I suppose" Harry said, still grinning. There was something about this side of Malfoy, or Draco, that he had never seen before, and he quite liked this side.
"You talk too much, Potter"
"Harry" the Gryffindor corrected.
"Fine, you talk too much, Harry"
"And you talk too little, Draco"
"So, you love me, huh?" Harry teased.
Malfoy looked at him "no, it's just the potion" he said teasingly.
A/N: wow! can't believe it's done! Review! and tell me if you liked it! :) I might write another story, I have a great idea for one, and I hope I find the time to write it! love ya all! don't forget to REVIEW!