Chapter 13
Draco’s eyes opened as the sun spilled through the window of the guest room at the Weasley’s house. He looked over at Harry, a frown pulling at his lips as he noticed the small cut and bruise on the bridge of his nose.
The memories of the night before flooded over him as he propped himself up on one arm and reached out a finger, tracing it over the cut gently.
Harry’s eyes fluttered open, a smile breaking his face as he looked up at Draco.
“I’m sorry.” Draco breathed, smiling softly as Harry ran his fingers through Draco’s hair. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Harry shook his head, brushing his fingers through Draco’s hair again.
“Don’t be.” Harry responded. “And stop looking so guilty. This wasn’t your fault.”
Draco rolled his eyes, plopping himself back down onto the bed and looking up at the ceiling.
“You were a bloody celebrity before me.” Draco muttered. “And now you’re nearly as hated as I am.”
Draco sighed, running his fingers down his face and closing his eyes. He felt the bed shift beside him, and Harry’s face appeared above him.
“I don’t care what people think or feel about us.” Harry said, leaning down to briefly kiss the tip of Draco’s nose. “They’re wrong anyway.”
Draco smiled softly, nodding his head once. He reached back to touch Harry’s face, cupping his cheek with his hand and tracing over the cut on Harry’s nose with his thumb.
“Let me get you some ice.” Draco murmured, moving to get up.
Harry groaned, flopping back onto the bed dramatically.
“Don’t you dare.” He said, grabbing at Draco’s waist as he tried to stand, pulling him back into the bed.
Draco laughed, slipping out of his arms and stepping towards the door. Harry sprung out of the bed a moment later, following him to the doorway and grabbing his hips again, pressing him up against the wall next to the door.
“Draco, really, I am fine.” Harry told him in a low tone, moving closer, pressing the front of his body against the front of Draco’s as his nose brushed against Draco’s. “Stay here with me.”
Draco’s breath came in jagged bursts, his blood boiling at every point that his body came into contact with Harry’s.
“I don’t want you to end up with a scar.” Draco breathed, only half caring anymore, his mind crowded with other thoughts with the sudden proximity.
Harry laughed lowly, shaking his head again.
“What’s another scar?” He murmured, reaching to Draco’s chin and tilting it up slightly before joining their lips together gently.
Draco sighed into the kiss, intertwining his fingers with Harry’s dark hair as he pulled him closer. Harry pressed Draco against the wall harder, eliciting a soft moan at the urgency.
Harry only laughed as he slipped a hand into Draco’s pants, wrapping his fingers around his length, only to find him already getting firmer. Draco moved to do the same, but Harry stopped him with a gentle tug at the wrist.
“You’ve already taken such good care of me,” Harry murmured between kisses, “my turn to take care of you.”
Draco breathed in sharply as Harry began to work his hand up and down his length, his head falling back against the wall as his eyes closed. His hips rocked in time to Harry’s hand, his breathing becoming uneven as Harry kissed his neck.
“Harry?” A knock at the door suddenly sounded, sending both men startling. “Are you up?”
Draco shifted his weight to move aside, but Harry kept him there, covering his mouth with one hand as he continued to stroke him with the other.
“Mhm.” Harry replied to Ron, making eye contact with Draco as he did.
Suddenly, Harry dropped to his knees before Draco, pulling Draco’s pants down far enough to expose his rock-hard member. He put a finger to his lips, silently shushing Draco as he leaned forward. Draco’s cheeks flushed, he was hardly able to contain the moan that threatened to escape his lips as Harry winked up at him, slipping his lips around Draco and taking his length into his mouth.
“Okay, breakfast is nearly ready.” Ron continued, oblivious to what was happening just on the other side of the door. “Come down when you’re dressed.”
“Sure.” Harry replied, smiling up at Draco as he took him back into his mouth. Draco covered his mouth with his own hand now, fighting to remain silent as Harry bobbed back and forth on his length.
“Is Draco up too?” Ron asked, and Draco nearly screamed for him to leave as Harry leaned back onto his heels, returning his hand to pump Draco for a moment.
“No.” Harry replied, looking up at Draco with a smile. “He’ll be coming soon though.”
Draco’s eyes widened as Harry bit back a laugh, returning his lips to Draco’s arousal.
“Alright, see you down there!” Ron said as he finally left, and Draco’s fingers locked into Harry’s hair, his eyes meeting Harry’s as he pumped himself into his mouth faster and faster.
Harry did not pull away, he did not stop as Draco panted, looking down at Harry as he neared the edge.
“Where do you want me to…?” Draco asked breathlessly.
Harry didn’t reply, he only sucked harder, faster. His silent answer sent Draco over the edge, and he spilled his load into Harry’s mouth. Draco collapsed to his knees before Harry as he swallowed, smiling at the blonde man before him as he did.
“Blimey Harry that was—” Draco breathed, shaking his head as he laughed hoarsely. “You are something else. “He’ll be coming soon”? Really?”
Harry only laughed, taking Draco’s face in his hands and kissing him deeply.
“See?” Harry said as he pulled away, standing and helping Draco up behind him. “I told you I was fine.”
He walked over to the bedside and pulled his dressing gown on before tossing Draco his.
“Hungry?” He asked with a sly grin, reaching out his hand.
Draco couldn’t help but laugh as he laced his fingers between Harry’s, following him out the door.