Draco was becoming increasingly annoyed.
He was sitting in his dorm room that he shared with Saint Potter. Potter… for the most part was a great roommate. They had started out the eighth year a touch frosty but both agreeing that they were not the children they had been. They both had played a role in their rivalry. Neither was perfect.
Leading Draco to his current annoyance.
Harry clearly seemed interested in Draco.
Draco had known for years that he was head over heels for the Gryffindor. But only in his fantasies had that feeling ever been reciprocated.
Draco had tried discussing things…maturely. Feeling things out. But as ok as Harry was with other people being any part of the LGBT community…when it came to himself, he closed up.
Draco drummed his fingers repeatedly on his desk.
It was late and at this point there was no explanation other than avoidance at why Potter was not at least getting ready for bed.
Draco had tried reading. He finished homework. Heck he even started on a project that wasn’t due for weeks now. There was nothing left to distract him.
WHY? Why was Potter like this? Was he just not really interested in Draco? Was this his way of avoiding hurting Draco’s feelings? Because Draco could handle it. At least he would pretend it didn’t suck and push his own feelings deep down to the abyss again.
It was well after midnight when the door creaked open.
“Oh…I didn’t realize you were still awake.” Potter said looking down.
Draco arched an eyebrow. “Would you have avoided the room longer if you had known?”
“What? I…”
“Harry, please, don’t play dumb. It’s not a good look on you.” Draco rolled his eyes. Harry looked up confused. He opened and closed his mouth a few times. “Why are you avoiding me?”
“I’m…”
“Don’t make me fetch the Veritaserum.” Draco said keeping a tone that implied he was serious.
Harry huffed in annoyance. “You wouldn’t.”
Draco felt the smirk take over. Eyebrows raised. “You know far better than to doubt me, Harry.” Draco stood in a fluid motion and waved his wand, summoning the tiny bottle they used in their drinking games. Immediately after he summoned a small cup of water. “Which method?” Draco asked.
“I…I don’t follow.” Harry admitted.
“Are you going to drink this willingly or” Draco tipped a small portion into the cup. Then he closed the distance between them. Forcing Harry against the wall. He watched as Harry’s breath hitched. He could see the widening of his eyes. But it wasn’t fear…it wasn’t worry…if Draco was honest it looked like arousal.
“You can’t force me. I am able to resist practically all of the unforgivables.” Harry said defiance finally kicking in.
“Oh, dear Harry. You think I’d have to cast a spell to make you do as I wish?” Draco asked. Harry shivered but maintained his defiant look.
“Here I thought you were such a brave Gryffindor.” Draco said almost bored. “I just don’t understand why you are scared.”
“I’m not scared Malfoy.” Harry almost growled at him. Draco hid the smirk. The fact that Harry played so well into his plans.
“Do you think I’ve put a different poison in here?” Draco asked. “Did you forget how to check?”
“Give me the bloody cup” Harry demanded almost snatching it from Draco. He downed the entire thing like a shot of whiskey.
Draco once again raised his eyebrow. Silly Gryffindors were so predictable.
“You going to start interrogating me?”
“You know it takes a moment” Draco sighed. “Do you…I don’t know… want to change? I’d hardly think you were going to sleep in…” Draco gestured to Harry in his jeans and hoodie “that.”
“It is comfortable.”
“During the day sure. But to sleep?”
“Don’t sleep much.” And so it begins Draco thought. Harry’s eyes widened slightly. He hadn’t meant to be honest about that one. He usually fakes sleep or gets up well before Draco and leaves the room.
“Why is that?” Draco said as if he hadn’t noticed the look on Harry’s face. Or even that this was part of his questions.
Harry gave him an irritated look. “Because of the nightmares.”
“You know I have nightmares too.” Draco said matter of factly. “Is there anything else?”
“I don’t like being alone with you.” Harry said far too quickly.
To the root of the problem already, Draco thought. “After all we’ve done to work on our…past. You still don’t trust me?”
“It’s not you I don’t trust.” Harry replied biting his lip to stop speaking.
Draco looked at him curiously. “You know that there was only a few minutes dose in that cup, correct?”
“I know.”
“You know you can walk away now, and I won’t ask another question.”
“You will. Just later.”
“I…that is fair. I probably would.” Draco admitted. “Are you saying you don’t trust yourself around me?”
“Yes.” Harry nearly whispered.
“Do you hate me so much?”
“’s not hate.”
“Go on.” Harry looked at him. There was no question to answer so the potion didn’t solicit a reply.
“What do you feel?” Draco asked directly.
“’s complicated.”
“How so?”
“I…I can’t feel what I feel.” Harry said looking down.
The tone in his voice sent Draco into a desire to shield him from…whatever was hurting him.
“Why do you think that?”
Harry looked up. “They already hated me so much.” He said softly. His face marred with confusion. “No matter what I did.”
“First time I remember questioning it…I thought it was because I was not their actual son. They already had one…I was just…there. Then…I didn’t understand racism. But I knew I was much darker than them. So maybe that was why they hated me so much.”
Draco was trying to understand the who in this story.
“I never knew my parents. They wouldn’t talk about them except in the most insulting ways. The same ways they spoke of me. I was already so…wrong. I was already a freak. I didn’t want to make things worse. Not by being any more different.”
“I heard the way they hated me for my skin, my parents, my poor eyesight, my…everything. Then when they learned I had magic too…I am shocked they allowed me to return. When I started…feeling…even more different. I knew…I knew I couldn’t.” Harry looked down at his hands, he was picking at his thumbnail to distract himself.
“So you avoid me because of how I make you feel?”
“Yes.”
“But…that hasn’t always been a problem.”
“I have had other reasons to blame for what I feel…but.”
“Not anymore?”
“It’s rather hard to blame you when you have done nothing wrong.” Harry looked up. “I just thought…I didn’t think…that you would notice.”
“Just to clarify. You aren’t mad at me.”
“Correct.”
“You have been raised by some shitty people.”
“That fails to describe them at all.”
“I’m summarizing Potter.” Draco rolled his eyes. “These people made you hate yourself.”
“Yes.”
“And…they still do?”
“I don’t see them anymore. Not since before the war. But…I imagine it is much like some of the things your father taught you. Though they were…wrong…or horrible…or whatever. It was ingrained from near birth. I was never…enough. I was a freak. I…would have been better off…”
“Stop. I understand.” Draco said. He reached up turning Harry’s face gently to face him directly. “I already know you have nothing against gay people.”
“Of course not.” Harry frowned.
“Unless it is you.” Draco finished. Harry looked up. It wasn’t a question. But the answer was there. “Do you doubt your own feelings?”
“I think you fail to understand just how much I despise myself.”
Draco was torn. Part of him wanted to yank this man and pull him into a bed to snuggle until he understood how special he was. The other half wanted to prove to Harry he did feel the things it seemed like he did and it was ok to feel.
“What do you think of me.”
“I think you are a prat.” Harry said rolling his eyes. “Didn’t need the potion for that.”
“Git” Draco murmured. “Why do you not trust yourself around me?”
Harry gulped, smirk disappearing almost instantly. “I’m afraid they are right.” Harry paused. “I’m afraid that I’ll give in. That I was wrong. And then you will hate me. And I…” Harry ignored the resistance and turned away from Draco.
“You think I would hate you?” Draco asked softly.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me, Harry?”
“Y…yes.”
“The potion is wearing off?”
“Yes.”
Draco thought quickly. “Ok. Let me try one thing. And if you want to stop immediately I will with no further questions or comments. If you say no, we can pretend this night never happened. Do you understand.”
“Not really.” Harry replied.
“Ok…I am going to try something. If you become uncomfortable speak up.” Harry gave him a wide eyed look. “It’s nothing nefarious Potter. I won’t even ask you to undress.” Draco winked. “Yet.” He couldn’t resist. And the fact he could literally head Harry gulp. And from their nearness he could easily tell that Harry was indeed interested, at least physically.
“All I want you to do is interlock your fingers.” Harry looked at him confused. “Go on.” Harry held up his hands and interlocked his fingers. “Perfect. Now the fingers on your right hand, without letting go, just straighten them.” Harry’s frown deepened. But without question he complied. Draco made sure the first part of his movements were slow enough. He reached out with his own right hand and slid his fingers over Harry’s and interlocked them over top of Harry’s left hand. This held Harry’s hand in that position. Harry looked at him expectantly.
That was all Draco wanted. He in a flash lifted Harry’s hands over his head and pinned him against the wall. His hands still interlocked with one another and Draco’s grip keeping them in place. As he did this he leaned in close. And the gasp followed by a soft moan that Harry released told him all he needed to know. Not only was Harry interested, but suitable as well. Draco may have pinned Harry but there was no way Harry was truly trapped.
“Fuck.” Draco breathed. “Tell me Harry. Do you want me to stop.”
Harry shook his head.
“Words Harry. I need to hear you.”
“No. Don’t stop.”
Draco smirked slightly before closing the distance and kissing Harry. He kept Harry’s hands pinned over him but used his free hand to stroke Harry’s cheek.
“You make such wonderful noises Harry.” Draco said before starting to move the kisses along Harry’s jaw. “You will tell me what you want.”
“I…”
“I don’t care about the serum now. I need to know you will be honest and clear. If you like something. If you want to stop. I don’t care whatever you feel I want to know. I don’t care what we are doing. We could stop here and now. I just need to know you understand that.”
“I understand.” Harry replied nodding.
“You like this don’t you?” Draco asked. Harry looked at him.
“Which part?”
“Any of it.” Draco chuckled. “All of it.”
“Yes.”
“You like me in control?”
“Fu…yes.” Harry agreed rather quickly.
“You like me pinning you to the wall?”
Harry nodded before vocalizing. “Yes.”
“Have you thought of this before?”
“Yes.” Harry barely spoke.
“Which part?”
“All of it. And…”
“More?”
Harry nodded.
“And when you think of this…what do you think about?” Draco asked returning to kissing along Harry’s neck. He stopped to suck at the exposed bit of collar bone.
“You are…always in charge.” Harry said moaning at the love bite.
“That sounds like me” Draco grinned.
“I…seem to enjoy you…in control.”
Draco hummed in response. “My next question, what ways have you envisioned us together?”
“I…I don’t…all…”
Draco smiled. He hadn’t realized the other boy had thought so much about this. Draco needed to ask the next question though part of him feared the response. “And how do you imagine yourself with…others?”
“I don’t. Not…not like this.”
Draco pulled back slightly looking Harry over. The potion had worn off. Could he be lying.
Harry must have sensed the doubt. He tugged gently at the hand pinning him to the wall. Draco instantly released fearing he pushed things too far. Instead of moving away though Harry pulled Draco closer back into a kiss. This kiss was demanding. Harry was a quick learner.
“Only ever thought of you.” Harry panted between kisses. “Only you.”
And with those words Draco regained control. He pulled Harry back towards his bed and gently shoved him in the direction. Fully implying that though this is what he wanted at any point Harry could resist. Harry though allowed himself to be pushed about. As soon as he hit the mattress he scooted back towards the pillows and Draco climbed in almost stalking him.
Draco urged Harry’s legs apart. And mentally preened that it took no challenge at all to have Harry obeying his desires.
“Tell me to stop.” Draco said.
“Only if I want you to.” Harry replied. “And I don’t want you to stop.”
Draco trailed his fingers up Harry’s waist. Pushing the hoodie and shirt beneath it up, exposing Harry’s abs. Harry had always been fit. Even when he was far less muscular. He was still fit. And now he had toned those muscles.
“Do you want me to tell you what to do?” Draco asked.
“Yes” Harry said. “Please.”
“Fuck” Draco felt himself groan. “Hearing you beg for anything from me…fuck.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed only a second. Draco could practically read the thoughts. Harry wanted to taunt Draco, even now. However he also wanted to continue.
“You are going to be a brat aren’t you?” Draco rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t expect anything different.”
“I…what?”
“I like to dominate…in bed.” Draco said trailing his fingers teasingly along the waistline of Harry’s trousers. Harry blinked at him. Lust filling his eyes. “I like to be in control. And I… would not do well with someone who was…like me in bed. Someone trying to dominate. However…there are a few other…groups. Submissives. And Brats.” Draco doubted what he was saying was getting across. “You…like to challenge me.”
“Depends.”
“Even now.” Draco chuckled. “But that is you. And I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
“So…you have…before?”
“Had sex? Yes. But…not with the person I wanted to be with.” Draco allowed himself to be honest. Harry looked at him curiously. “You.”
“You…wanted to be with me?”
“For a ridiculously long time.” Draco changed positions so that he could kiss Harry’s exposed skin. “I tried to find something to get you off my mind. And it failed.” Harry moaned as Draco switched to nipping his skin between kisses. “Then this year. And I finally get to spend time with you. Fuck it made the crush intensify by a million. Learning more about you. Watching you. Seeing you in moments I could only imagine before. Yet you were still out of reach.”
Draco was having fun taking his time. However, the writhing body below him was grumbling. In a flash they were both without clothes.
“Did you really just vanish our clothes?” Draco asked incredulously.
“On my bed.” Harry replied. “You were taking too long.”
“And you are a brat.” Draco huffed. “You are lucky I am as impatient at the moment.”
“Or?”
Draco smirked. “I would see just how much teasing you can handle.” Draco reached between them grasping Harry’s already hard and leaking cock. “See just how slow I can go to make you beg.”
“I’m begging now.” Harry insisted. “Please.”
Draco slowly ran a finger over the slit of Harry’s cock smearing the cum. “Oh you haven’t begun to beg. But I think I will save that for another night.”
Harry shivered beneath him in anticipation.
“If that is what you want” Draco added. Draco watched Harry squirm trying to force Draco to increase the speed or friction, anything for more relief. “Harry?”
“If you are asking if this is a one time thing, then the answer is no. I…I want to be more than…fooling around.”
“You want a relationship?” Draco asked. Trying his best to hide the pure delight that thought brought him.
“Yes. We could not…do this. And I have…I have wanted to be with you…I just…”
“No. Don’t get caught up in those thoughts.” Draco said releasing his grip and pulling Harry to meet him part way crashing their lips together. Draco would purge those thoughts from Harry. He would do whatever was necessary to make sure he realized that he was permitted to be happy. Draco purposefully pressed into Harry, rolling his hips to bring their cocks against each other. Harry moaned.
“I want that too. We will talk later. Right now. I think I’d rather see what other sounds you make while I please you.” Draco said against Harry’s lips. He kissed him once more before fully changing positions again and was once again grasping Harry’s cock. This time however he slid his other hand under Harry’s ass. Harry lifted himself slightly to give Draco a bit more access. “Give me a pillow.” Draco said testing Harry’s willingness to be ordered around in bed.
Without a moment’s hesitation Harry was giving him one of the many pillows Draco kept in the bed.
“Now lift yourself higher.” Draco said. Again, Harry was instantly obeying. “You are listening to me.” Draco murmured. As a reward Draco decided to lick Harry’s cock. The motion was immediately met with a cry of pleasure. And Draco was glad they always kept the room soundproof. “It seems you like that.”
“Draco” Harry whined.
Draco continued licking and only hummed in response.
“Please.”
“What?”
“Please.”
“What do you want Harry?” Draco asked.
“I…more…I…I don’t want to cum like this.”
Draco arched an eyebrow. “And how do you want to cum?”
“I want you inside me” Harry managed. The embarrassed blush that took over was insanely endearing.
“How close are you, Harry?”
“Too…too close.”
“And do you think I am incapable of making you cum more than once?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“Harry. You wound me. I think I’d have you cumming all night if given the chance. So oversensitive it hurts.”
“Draco.”
Draco decided to at least somewhat prove his point. First, he reached over and grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer. He dipped one finger in and immediately set to work. He started toying with Harry’s rim. Then without warning he took Harry fully in his mouth. The combination did the trick and within seconds Harry cried out cum flooding Draco’s mouth.
Draco moaned and continued sucking until Harry flinched from over stimulation.
“I take it you approve.”
“I wanted to cum with you in me.”
“There is still plenty of time for that. And now you will last longer.” Draco chuckled repositioning yet again. “But…otherwise? Any regrets?”
“No. Well…that we could have done this earlier.” Harry said. “Especially if we both…like each other.”
“So, your ONLY regret is not admitting your feelings sooner?” Draco asked.
“Are we stopping now to discuss things? Because I thought you were trying to prove a point.”
“See. You are a brat.” Draco huffed a laugh. “Here you are still flushed from orgasm and already demanding more.”
“It’s ok if you need to rest.” Harry replied. The humor in his eyes the only tell.
“Rest?” Draco repeated. “You think I need rest?” Draco returned his finger to Harry’s rim. “You, Harry, are the one panting. You, Harry, are the one who just flinched away from being too sensitive.” Draco circled one or two more times before he pressed past the muscle. Harry cried out again. “You, Harry, are the one who will need rest. Especially now that I know what you look like when you cum.” Draco pressed the finger deeper twisting slightly. “Now that I know some of the sounds you make.” Draco moved so that he could kiss Harry’s abdomen. “Now that I heard the sound you made when I pinned you against the wall. Now that I know that you not only want me. But you like it when I am controlling. You will need to beg for rest.”
Harry groaned and tried pushing back against Draco’s hand. “Right now, I am begging.” Harry sounded almost petulant. “I am begging for you to fuck me.”
“No,” Draco said and continued before Harry could fret. “Tonight, I will not as you said ‘fuck’ you. Trust me when I say there will be more. And many of those times we will fuck. But not tonight. Not my first time with you. Fuck is far too aggressive for what I will do to you now.” Harry almost froze searching for honesty. “I told you I’ve wanted this…you…for far too long. I want to savor this night. To make sure our first time together, and your first time ever is as perfect as can be.”
Harry tugged at Draco forcing him to come up further to kiss. Apparently, Draco had said something right because Harry’s kiss was different. Far less demanding and there was something else Draco couldn’t place.
“It is with you.” Harry said again looking somewhat embarrassed. “’s already perfect.”
“Next time, I promise, be as bratty and demanding as you wish. I like it. I just…I want…” Draco kissed him again.
Draco returned his focus to slowly prepping Harry. He knew Harry wanted this part done and get to the actual sex, but Draco knew he needed to be opened, stretched, prepped. Draco added a second finger. Harry moaned again. Draco watched the pleasure overtaking him. Even if it was too soon for Harry’s cock to be ready to go again, it didn’t stop Harry from enjoying the moment.
“You look so gorgeous right now.” Draco praised. “You like that too don’t you? Being praised.”
“By you.”
“Seems to be a theme.”
“Yes” Harry agreed moaning again as Draco scissored his fingers.
“You are doing so well, Harry.” Draco continued. “I have to make sure you are stretched. It can hurt you if you aren’t prepared. And I don’t want you hurt.”
Harry nodded in understanding.
“I bet I could make you cum again just like this, don’t you?”
“Please no.”
“You want me in you so badly?”
“Yes.”
Draco groaned. “Fuck Harry. You are going to make it hard for me to do this properly.”
“I…I just want you.”
“You have me.” Draco replied a bit too quickly. Harry’s eyes widened slightly caught his understanding that Draco was more open than he intended.
Draco made it to one more finger before Harry was becoming more demanding.
“Please.” Harry begged. “Please Draco. Please.”
“I’ve got you” Draco slowly removed his fingers. And as insistent as Harry was to move to the next part he whined at the absence of Draco. Draco didn’t leave him for long. He coated himself with enough lube. “You will tell me if you need me to stop.”
“I will” Harry replied quickly.
“Even if I am close.”
“I will say something.” Harry agreed.
“No matter what?”
“Yes.”
Draco nodded once and then angled himself just right. He moved to loom over Harry so he could watch every sensation. As he started to press into Harry he felt Harry tighten, tense up.
“You are going to have to relax.” Draco said gently. He leaned down kissing Harry just enough to distract him. “There you go.”
“I…I need a minute.”
“Of course” Draco immediately agreed. “Do you want me still or removed?”
“Stay. Just…give me a minute to…”
“Adjust?” Draco offered. Harry nodded. “You look so fucking hot right now.” Draco complimented. “You are so good for me.”
“Draco” Harry moaned. “Slow?”
Draco kissed him again gently. “You are doing so well speaking up. I will go as slow as you need.”
“What about what you need?”
“All I need is to take care of you.” Draco replied. Slowly thrusting in and out. So slow but loving the moans. “This is not just trying to brush my needs aside. I mean first, just to have you here with me is enough to almost set me off. You trusting me to take care of you. You wanting me so much. You being brought to pleasure by me. Fuck Harry that is enough. Trust me.”
“Draco” Harry whined.
Draco kissed him again before focusing on Harry. And trying to see what seems to best please him. To know what makes him cry out. What makes him moan. What made him squirm. What made him beg.
Harry clung to him. Trying to pull him even closer. He wrapped his legs around Draco. “I’ve got you.” Draco murmured again kissing Harry’s neck. “I can feel you getting close. You are to make me cum too.” Harry’s eyes widened. Lust fully taking over. “Oh, you really like that.” Draco smiled. “You want me to cum in you.”
“Yes.”
“To fill you” Draco thrust just a bit harder while also ensuring there was decent friction on Harry’s cock.
“Please.”
“To claim you.”
“Draco!” Harry cried out cum shooting between them. The sensation and knowledge that he was making love to Harry was all Draco needed to be pushed over the edge. He kissed Harry deeply as he came. Draco pumped until the last drop. Wanting, needing to give Harry what he wanted.
“Harry?” Draco leaned back without pulling out. Searching Harry’s face.
“I think you were right about me needing rest first.” Harry smiled. He did look sleepy.
Draco laughed which caused him to pull out.
“Ok that feels a bit weird. I can feel it.”
Draco continued chuckling. “Well yes. You do have my cum leaking out right now.”
“Well tell it to stop and stay where it belongs.” Harry yawned.
Draco was bemused and also preening…Harry really wanted to be filled by Draco? That was a kink he didn’t realize he had…
“Harry?” Harry blinked a few times. “Before you fall asleep. Tell me honestly, how do you feel?”
“Sexually? Sated. Emotionally? Raw. Physically? Exhausted and that sore you get from a workout. But I have zero regrets. All I want right now is to stay here. I want to stay here with you.”
Draco opened his mouth to ask further questions.
“I want you to hold me.” Harry continued. Another yawn. He was fading fast. “I want to promise to talk in the morning.”
Draco summoned an extra blanket so he wouldn’t need to move either of them. Then he summoned a washcloth and wiped them down. Harry looked like he was out before he was even covered by the blanket. Draco lay beside him and pulled him closer. Harry immediately rolled over resting his head on Draco’s shoulder, wrapping one arm over Draco’s chest snuggling into him. Draco waved his wand to cover them. Then he dimmed the lights.
“We will talk tomorrow” Draco said softly.
“Promise?” Harry asked.
Draco wasn’t even sure Harry knew he was speaking. “I promise. I told you, you have me. Not just in bed. Not just tonight. For as long as I can remember. It’s always been you.” Draco kissed the top of the mess of hair.
“Always?”
Draco chuckled softly. “Always.”
“You’ve been my always too.” Harry turned just slightly. “Even before I understood.”
“We will talk more tomorrow.” Draco said again. “Sleep.”
“Bossy.” Harry grumbled halfheartedly.
“And we know you like it.” Draco grinned.
“More than a little.” Harry agreed.
“Sleep Harry” Draco murmured. Harry snuggled a bit deeper. And within moments he was out. Draco smiled at him. Kissed his head once. Then closed his own eyes. Excited for what was still to come.