Chapter 19
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Hermione watched as the usually unaffected Italian shattered right before her eyes and then was put back together by his best friend. Their kiss came swiftly on the whispered, ‘yes’ that seemed to be pulled forcefully from Blaise’s mouth. She had known the moment he walked into the room. She could feel his rolling emotions like rain on her skin. There were so many, and they had been so deep, so shocking to him that she had been afraid to move for fear of making him run in sheer self-preservation.
She had taken a moment, just a brief one, to consider not outing him in front of Theo. That is until she felt that hidden flicker of love that had tried to rise and had been ruthlessly pushed down when both the wizards' eyes had met. She knew right then that he loved Nott. Knew it like she knew the answer to all the questions in class. Knew it like she knew that Ron was truly going to be okay now and that Harry and Draco had found some understanding while she had been holding on to Nott all night. Knew it like she knew the sun was going to rise every day until it burned itself out of the sky.
Blaise loved Theo and had been ignoring it, hiding it, believing no doubt that it was something good and therefore not something he could have. And once again, years of Gryffindor brashness overrode her current attempt at staying uninvolved. That kind of love needed to be seen. It needed to be acknowledged even if it wasn’t returned. That was the only way to break his cycle of boredom and hopefully set him on the path of something new.
She hadn’t expected the burst of hope and need that had slammed into her from Nott when Blaise had snarked back at her about unrequited love. For Godric’s sake they were both in love with each other and both so jaded and broken that neither of them has ever even considered it might be something they could have. So, once again, like the shithead lion she was, she pushed. Pushed at Blaise. Pushed at Nott. And now, she watched, waiting for them to stumble from the door so she could make a quiet exit, as they both took her push and jumped full body off the cliff.
She knew it was only a matter of time. Nott may have initiated it but Blaise was not submissive. Hands groping, lips moving, gasping moans filling the air, Blaise gripped Nott’s hips and turned them, slamming him into the wall beside the door as he took control of the kiss and Hermione felt practically drowned Nott with his fevered need. She couldn’t help the incredulous grin. Gryffindor pillow, indeed. She had been all but forgotten in their haze of sudden acknowledgement. Lucky them it was exactly what she was after. They could owe her later.
Slipping quietly out the door and making sure to put up privacy charms and locking it, she made her way to her own room. Of course, that wasn’t any better as she snuck in only to stop and stare at one of her best friends making out, half naked, on her bed, with what felt magically now like her brother. Gross.
“Not that I am complaining about you two finally getting your heads out of your arses and seeing you are perfect for each other, but could you please go slobber and make a mess of each other in one of your own beds. Godric’s sake, the lack of decorum. I am shocked and appalled.”
Both boys jumped apart like she had cast a spell at them. Their faces were flushed and turning pinker by the second. She couldn’t help it, she fell against the door with a laugh. Eight years of being at this school and it was only now that her friends were finally getting to act like idiot teenagers. She would have to ask the next mind healer if there was a way to get past this phase that she was afraid was going to take all their common sense from them.
They watched her in wonder for a second before both of them joined in. Harry opened his mouth to talk but she just held up her hand.
“Nope. Too much in one morning before I’ve even had tea. I want to sleep more and take a shower and maybe eat after that. Both of you get out of my room and go snog each other senseless in your own. We can talk about it later.”
Again, they hesitated before she made a shooing motion, and they shot out of the bed and across the room to Harry’s. The door closed with a quiet click behind them, and she chuckled again as she crawled back into her now very ruffled bed. Flopping face down into a pillow that smelled of both Harry and Draco, she let the familiar scents wash over her. The ritual backlash pulled at her again and with a jaw cracking yawn she wiggled until she was submerged to her head in the thick blankets and let sleep wash over her again.
As the door clicked quietly closed behind Harry, Draco spun, pushing the slightly smaller wizard against it. His skin felt like it was on fire, his magic fizzing and popping along his veins as his lips crashed less than gently back to Harry’s. His hands buried in unruly black locks, thick handfuls of it gripped between his fingers, as he forgets the momentary embarrassment of having been caught by Granger. Salazar, he was coming apart at the seams. And for once, the feeling wasn’t because of nightmares or screams of fear but from an explosion of need and desire he had never thought he would ever feel in his life.
“Fuck, Harry, I can’t stop. Why can’t I stop?”
Setting his teeth in that delicious bottom lip, Draco sucked it into his mouth, swallowing the desperate sound the action pulled from Harry’s mouth into his own. He felt frenzied. Like if he didn’t keep going, he was going to combust into tiny little pieces and blow away with the slightest of breezes.
“Don’t stop. I don’t want to ever stop.”
With a growled ‘fuck’, Draco tilted his head and took the Griffindor’s mouth fully again, one hand sliding down his back to grip down on his hip as the other tugged his head back to deepen the already blistering kiss. They were going to die from lack of air but as he took in the moans coming from the other wizard, his hands gripping against Draco’s skin so desperately, he thought it might be worth it.
Sliding his hands down, Draco grabbed Harry’s thighs, pulling him up as he stumbled backwards towards the bed. His knees hitting the mattress, he fell on the soft duvet, bouncing slightly as Harry gripped him tightly to keep them from separating even an inch. Their tongues dueled, air rushing from their noses as they fed at each other's mouths as if starving for another taste.
Harry shifted, hands sliding down his chest and between them, cupping his cock. The touch was careful, tentative, yet it sent his head spinning as pleasure shot down his spine and forced his hips to lift into the gentle grip with a groan of disbelief. Realizing he wasn’t going to last at all if Harry kept doing that, Draco wrapped his arms around the other wizard’s waist, rolling his hips and them over until he had Harry below him again.
Lips dragging down his neck, Draco ran his nails down Harry’s side, pulling a hiss from his lips as his head tipped back to give him more room. A whine left his lips as Draco sucked on his skin, Harry’s legs shifted until they were wrapped around Draco’s waist, feet planting at the small of his back as he rolled his own hips.
Their hard lengths rubbed against each other and both of them arched away from each other, Draco’s head tipping up towards the ceiling as Harry’s tipped backwards into the bed. The cries that left their lips were so in unison that it sounded like one soul calling out to the void.
“Please. Oh, Godric, please, please, please…”
The pleading fell from the wizarding world’s savior like a prayer to the gods. Draco’s chest filled with smug satisfaction even as he leaned back down to take Harry’s lips again, his hands slamming to the other wizard’s hips and pulling them up as he ground down. All thoughts of trying to take it slow or get further this time were lost as both of them started a rough and unhinged rhythm against each other.
Lips open, not really kissing anymore but just panting harshly against each other, the two wizards lost themselves in the rioting pleasure as their hands gripped and dragged, their hips rolled into each other in a frenzy. Draco felt the magic swirl in the air, thickening it as Harry’s entire back arch. The sound of him calling Draco’s name, the tightening of Harry’s legs around his waist and nails in his back was enough to send him up and tumbling over the edge with the other wizard.
Pleasure like he had never known flowed through his veins, spreading from his cock out to the top of his head and the bottom of his feet, sending his own voice crying out Harry’s name as his vision went white. They rocked into each other through the last spasm and into oversensitivity before he collapsed on top of the other wizard with a satisfied groan. Harry’s nails slowly peeled from his back, hands sliding up to run gently through his hair as he pulled Draco’s lips to his and kissed him with such gentle reverence that it made tears pool behind his lashes.
Gentle nips at his bottom lip, a tongue caressing his lazily, Harry melted under him with one sign after another until both of their hearts had calmed down. Pulling away only enough to lay his brow on the other wizard’s, Draco dragged his eyes open to stare down into the shimmering emerald ones below him.
“Fuck, Potter, I think you killed me.”
Harry grinned, a small chuckle falling between them as he leaned just enough to rub their noses together.
“Never. That would be a waste.”
The grin slowly fading to a more serious look, one of Harry's hands slid up his back over his shoulder to cup his face. Eye to eye, heart to heart, Draco’s breath caught at the look that filled the other boy's eyes.
“I love you, Draco.”
The tears that he held back filled his eyes again as he closed them, letting those words sink deep into the abyss and pull his soul back towards the surface. Chuckling to himself, he tipped his head enough to gently set his lips to Harry’s. Touching so closely, breath to breath, Draco chooses hope over fear.
“I love you too, Harry.”
He had no idea how long it had been there, buried like Harry’s under the stress and the fear and the feigned hatred. It didn’t matter anymore how long, only that he felt it for what it was in time to be able to give it back to the other wizard.
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