I Know, Draco
They spend the next week seeing each other as often as possible. There are a lot of blowjobs in empty classrooms, handjobs in the back corners of the library, and kissing whenever they can. They’re obsessed with each other, which is nothing new, but now the two boys are inseparable in a way they weren't before, and the obsession has taken a very different turn. Both boys are itching to take their relationship to the next step, but there never seems to be a good time.
Hermione noticed right away, of course. First she had figured out that there was something different about Harry, then she noticed Draco’s strange behavior and it didn’t take her long to put two and two together. She confronted Harry one day in the common room late at night when it had been just the two of them.
Hermione pours over a book on a couch in front of the fireplace while Harry absentmindedly tries to get some potions homework done. Hermione sets down her book and stares at Harry, trying to get him to look at her. After a minute she gives up and just says his name.
“Harry.”
“Yeah, Mione?” he asks, not even bothering to look up from his paper.
“Harry,” she says again, sternly this time.
“Yeah, yeah, wh-” Harry begins but he stops once he sees the look on her face.
“I know. About you and Malfoy,” she explains simply. “I figured it out.”
Harry sighs and flops back in his chair. “Of course you did,” he mutters to himself.
“It’s okay, Harry. I want you to know it’s okay.”
And that’s all they say about it. She never brings it up again. Which Harry is eternally grateful for. He assumes she hasn’t told Ron yet, or if she has she’s given him a very stern talking to about what not to do, because he’s still speaking to Harry.
It’s late one night when Harry decides that he’s finally going to fuck the life out of Draco. He knocks on the door to his room lightly, and after a second of silence he knocks again, louder this time.
“Draco!” he shout-whispers. Everyone else is asleep. Draco wrenches the door open and glares at Harry. His hair is mussed and the first few buttons on his pajamas are haphazardly open.
Once he realizes who it is, his glare turns into a snooty look that turns Harry on in ways it really, really, shouldn’t. “Harry. What do you want?” he asks poshly. Draco knows exactly what Harry wants.
“Is Blaise here?” he asks quietly. Draco shakes his head and opens the door wider, sweeping his arm into the room to gesture for Harry to come inside.
Harry makes his way into the room he’s come to be so familiar with. He hears Draco close the door behind him and whirls around, immediately pouncing on Draco.
“Fuck, I missed you,” Harry breathes into his neck. Draco tilts his head back, exposing his long pale throat for Harry to suck on.
“M-missed you too,” Draco manages.
Harry pulls away and looks Draco square in the eye. “I want to fuck you.”
Draco shudders and breathes out heavily. “Yes, yes,” he says, nodding his head up and down.
Harry is more than happy to oblige. He knows that Draco likes to be manhandled so he grabs him by the back of the hair and kisses him filthily. He slides their tongues together, relishing in the velvety sensation.
He pushes Draco onto his bed and quickly starts unbuttoning his pajamas, sliding them off his shoulders and biting at the junction between his collarbone and his chest. Draco moans softly and Harry needs to hear more of it. He accio’s lube from Draco’s nightstand while Draco takes off his pajama bottoms.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Draco,” Harry breathes out, petting Draco’s hole lightly. Draco whines and grips Harry’s torso.
He coats his index finger in lube and pushes into Draco up to the knuckle and Draco gasps at the sensation. Soon enough Harry’s added another finger and he’s pumping them in and out at a steady pace, crooking his fingers to try and find Draco’s prostate. Once he finds it he hits it dead on over and over again, causing Draco to practically cry with pleasure.
“Please, Harry, please,” Draco begs, and Harry knows exactly what he means. He shushes Draco and smooths his sweaty hair back on his head.
“Love it when you beg,” Harry tells him, getting his own cock out and coating it with lube.
He lines his head up with Draco’s hole and pushes in slowly, so he doesn’t hurt him. As much as he loves being rough with Draco the last thing he wants is to cause him any real pain. Once he’s been inside Draco long enough to give him time to adjust he starts to move slowly.
He’s on top of Draco and staring down into those pools of gray that hypnotize him every time he has the chance to look at them. As he starts to thrust into Draco faster and faster Draco becomes gradually louder. Eventually he’s so loud that Harry has to shush him so they don’t get caught.
Harry spelled the curtains shut and put up a muffliato so that if Blaise came in they wouldn’t be found out, but Draco’s being so loud Harry isn’t sure the spell will be able to block the sound.
He pushes Draco’s ankles up by his head and fucks him so deep that Draco sees stars. Harry finally realizes that Draco’s cock has been untouched this whole time and he wraps a large hand around it, pumping him up and down just a few times before he’s coming hard all over his stomach and Harry’s chest. Harry follows soon after and collapses on top of Draco, still inside of him.
After a few seconds of the boys catching their breath, Harry pulls out slowly and cum starts to drip out of Draco. Harry notices and quickly casts a quick cleaning charm to which Draco murmurs, “Thank you.”
Harry flops down beside Draco and cuddles up to him. He presses chaste kisses to his neck and Draco sighs contently.
“I love you,” Harry murmurs. Draco freezes. That’s the first time he’s said that and Draco wasn’t expecting it, although he supposes it’s fitting considering they just had sex for the first time.
“I-” Draco starts to say, but Harry pulls him in for a long, deep kiss.
“I know."