Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
January 29
Draco is walking down the corridor leading to the Muggle studies class and no, he is not searching for a mop of black hair. Not that it has been particularly difficult to find him alone these last few days. Draco hadn't thought that Potter would show up that night , he himself wasn't keen on going, considering what happened the last time he and Potter were in the room but they had both showed up, had a little fist fight that ended in snogging and now, 19 days later were down to snogging without any form of fighting preceding it.
Normally Draco does not have any problem with things being just sex, he usually prefers it that way, but this time they both have hardly exchanged,what, three hand jobs and he already wants to ask Potter to be his boyfriend. Merlin! If any self-respecting Slytherin hears another thinking like this,(especially his godfather) then his tie would be hexed yellow. Focus, Draco. Now is really not a good time to think about it, after all class is about to start in a couple minutes. Not that he needs to be early really after all Slytherins sit at the back he will be able to sneak in, the class will be dark since they are watching a movie for the first time.
Not that it is Draco's first but it will definitely not be the same as watching it with a friend-turned- partner. The trust element for one is definitely gone, for one and so is comfo--
“What in Salazar's name!!! Potter?”
Potter pulled him into a small alcove almost right next to the class. Merlin could he not have chosen a more private place for this, the place was so small that they were technically still in the corridor.
“Draco, you are not the only one allowed to pull me in for a kiss, I can too you know.” Draco's hands were on Potter's waist and Potter's hands were on Draco's shoulders. There really isn't enough place here for two people and he would not have Potter any other way.
“Well I would appreciate it if you didn't pull me right in the middle of the corridor. And we both have class.”
“Don't worry I have cast privacy charms.”
“You have cast a charm, I see. Then we really have nothing to worry about.”he said in the most sarcastic manner possible.
“You made me late to Potions class last Friday, Snape took twenty points. I am here to even the score.”
“So noblest Gryffindor seeks retribution I see,” he brought his lips close to Potter's ear , satisfied when Potter's breath hitched “ and what makes you think you will succeed.”
“I , I-” the rest of the sentence turned into a half moan and half whimper as Draco bit on Potter's earlobe and continued to kiss his neck.
When Draco pulled away after what felt like an eternity but was only two minutes, he was met with the sight of a flustered Potter with Draco's saliva covering one side of his neck, complementing the three hickeys he had put there.
“You have left marks again, haven't you?” he didn't sound very disappointed. Draco didn't know if it was a good thing. But he decided that it probably was.
“That's for me to know and for you to find out. Class started three minutes ago Potter, hurry up with the glamour.Room of Requirement, after class. See you there.”
He shot Potter another smirk and made his way to class.
The moment he sat down Blaise was at his throat.
“Where were you, it's already been five minutes? And what’s the smug look for?”
“I had pressing matters to take care of. Besides Burbage didn't see me so no harm, no foul.”
“As you say.” he conceded for the time being, but Draco knew that their questions were far from over.
By the time Burbage was done setting up whatever she was setting up, Potter had also slipped into class and seemed to be having a similar conversation with the weasel.
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Harry made his way out of the classroom at record speed. He didn't want to answer Hermione's questions. Draco had told him to meet up after class and the blonde was nowhere to be found after class ended. Granted Slytherins were always the last to arrive and the first to leave Muggle studies class, Harry still couldn't help but get his hopes up. He was ten minutes late to the class because of Draco and when he had glanced up at Draco, the blonde had just smirked at him.
Harry has been hard ever since he pulled Draco into the admittedly tiny alcove. Speaking of Draco, he is still not sure if he can call him that. Draco still calls him Potter but Harry hasn't been able to think of him as Malfoy ever since his first hand job 14 days ago.Not that he is counting. He would like to think of the blonde as his boyfriend, but they haven't spoken about that either. They haven't really spoken at all discounting all the snarky comments Draco's made about Harry's hair and wardrobe.
He is on the fifth floor now and this is where the crowd dies down. He wonders why Draco has asked him here instead of the usual classroom in the dungeons. Harry has made his way to the sixth floor when Draco catches up with him and it has to be with anything but a hello.
“Looks like you won't be late today, Potter.”
“I am never late.” He retorts.
“Well, professors Snape, Flitwick and Burbage don't seem to agree with that opinion.”
“And whose fault is that?” He accuses.
“Yours, obviously.” He says in a way that dares Harry to challenge him and Harry huffs in frustration.
“You. Are. Infuriating.”
“Now, now. Concentrate. We both will have to think about the same things if the room has to work.”
“Okay.” He says. He has some vague memory of climbing up to the seventh floor. But he didn't realize that they had already reached the Room of Requirement. He can only remember trying to and failing in playing catch-up with Malfoy. Why does he have such long legs!
“Potter! Concentrate.”
“ I am.” he says even though it is anything but the truth.
“Oh yeah! Well what were you thinking of.”
“I was thinking of.. a room. What were you thinking of?”
“A furnished sitting room with a fireplace.” Comes the reply. Pompous git.
“Mr. Ponce, how does a room with a fireplace sound?” He says with an exaggerated eye roll.
They pace three times in front of the room and a door appears. They enter the room and Harry feels blanketed by the warmth. He and Draco hang their cloaks on the coat hanger by the entrance and Draco goes to test the cozy looking green armchair. There is a lot of silver and some green in the decorations, a faint hint of gold here and there but no red much to Harry's disappointment.
Harry is extremely glad that they are not meeting in the dungeons anymore. He couldn’t have dealt with the January cold for longer.
Harry sits down on the sofa wanting to be closer to Draco. He still sometimes feels like wanting this is very wrong not only because Draco is a bloke but also because of the history they share. But he looks rather comfortable at least to Harry. Their history is something they will probably have to discuss but right now there is one other thing that has been nagging Harry for a while and that is the whole newness of being gay. Granted it was easier to accept himself when he spent the holidays with his godfather who is in a loving gay relationship, there are many things that still confuse and even scare him.
Sex, just happens to be one of those things. Between what he has read and the two images he has of sex, he likes the one where Draco is doing all the work much better. But then again he has no idea how the blonde feels about that. And--
“I can hear you thinking, Potter.”
“Yeah , I just- this is all very new to me. So I just wanted to ask if you have done this before?”
“ 'This' can mean a lot of things, Potter. I am afraid you will have to be a little specific.” He smirked. Sly bastard. He knows exactly what Harry is talking about.
“Oh , you know things like sex, relationships. Ever heard of it before?”
“Just heard? Everybody has, I should hope.” Harry rolls his eyes. “And to answer your question,Potter, I have been with two others before you. Pansy doesn’t count.”
“Well, I have done some reading but it is probably different in relationships, isn’t it?”
“Relationship? That is not the word I would use for my previous involvements. Affair at best. Or fuckbuddies if you prefer.”
“What?” he can’t help but think what on earth were others doing when he was chasing Voldemort.
“Do not be that surprised, you will find that casual relationships are rather common if you stop looking things from your set-in-your-ways Gryffindor attitude.''
“I don’t want that. I kinda want this to be-um- us to be--”
“Exclusive?” he offers.
“Yes , exclusive.” Harry reaffirms.
“Guess we are doing this the right way then, so, Harry Potter, would you like to be my boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“Now, you said that you had some reading done. The Room of Requirement has graciously provided us with a king size bed no less. What say we put theory into practice.” He gestures to said bed.
“Can’t wait.”
As they both head up and get to the bed , Draco starts to remove his tie, belt and shirt and Harry follows his lead. Once they are both naked from the waist up Draco comes close to him. Harry takes a moment to admire his profile. His broad shoulders, lean muscles and porcelain white skin. Harry knows that he too is not exactly bad to look at. The food and the physical exertion that comes from Quidditch has done wonders to both of them but he blushes when Draco looks at him with hungry eyes. Harry leans up to kiss Draco and moves backward and they both fall on the bed, Harry crushed below the other boy’s weight. Draco starts trailing kisses down his neck. He bites down on Harry’s collar bone leaving a mark.Fucking tease. He has been hard ever since they started talking about sex and he wants Draco to stop teasing and get on with it. He brushes his hand through Draco’s hair marvelling at how soft it is. He pulls Draco up to meet his eyes and attaches their lips.
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.” he pants breathlessly. Draco gives him a hungry look and flicks his wrist. Suddenly, they are both naked as the day they were born and before Harry could worry about his clothes there is a purplish glow surrounding their hardness.
“What was that?”
“Protection, Potter. Unless you prefer to get STDs.”
“Oh, I didn’t think of that.”Draco gives him an unsurprised look.
“Now, the key is to relax. I know what I am doing but tell me if it hurts too much or if you want me to stop, alright.” he says and Harry just wants him to do something and quickly.
“If you don’t hurry up, then I will hex your bollocks off.” is the last coherent sentence Harry says that night.