Chapter 32
The day went by in a pleasant rush, Harry and Draco spent their time in each others company. They joked, laughed and walked the grounds, discussing the possibility of going to Hogsmead together before Christmas. Although just being with Draco made Harry happier than he'd ever been, part of him was constantly worried that someone would realise that there was more to their new found friendship, and not just for his sake, but for Draco's.
Finally back to the room they called home, Harry could hear Draco humming lightly in the shower. He valued this, the gift of being able to see Draco so exposed and vulnerable and not just in a sexual way. Draco was usually so guarded, like their was a brick wall or a shield that protected him from the outside world. His mask was snideness and sarcasm, yet now Harry could see how much of a lie it all was, Draco was sweet and considerate and just afraid to show it, to show weakness.
"Harry? Are you alright?"
He caught himself staring into space, Draco was stood before him, towel wrapped around his femininely clinched waist.
"Oh sorry I kind of zoned out a bit there." He replied sheepishly.
Harry couldn't help but reach out and pull Draco closer. His damp soft skin under his fingers made Harry shiver with pleasure. In return Draco combed his long dexterous fingers though his wild black mane.
"You're wearing too many clothes Harry Potter." He whispered, reaching to pull Harry's jumper off.
Once Harry's top half was bare, they began shifting backwards towards the bed.
"I'm sure you weren't this muscular last year, have you been working out?" Draco asked as he straddled Harry, running his hands all over his body. Every touch sent waves of heat down his body, straight to his crotch.
"Not really, I just had more time to practice quidditch and I'd been helping the Weasleys rebuild their home. Mr Weasley wanted me to help him build a few things without magic, like muggles would."
The beginning of his summer went well, but that was before he'd officially broken up with Ginny and after he didn't have a good enough reason to visit the burrow. Or maybe he did, but he just made excuses.
"That's very kind of you, sounds like you had a great summer holiday."
"Not really...that was at the start, after that I just stayed home. It was pretty awful actually, I don't think I talked to a person for weeks."
Draco seemed surprised by Harry's confession.
"Really? I thought you lived with those muggles? And didn't the happy couple come to visit?"
It felt strange, talking about how he really lived, people always expected him to live like a star and have a wonderful life, but that was far from the truth.
"No. I moved into Grimmauld Place, do you know it? And yeah Ron and Hermione tried to come and see me but I didn't want to ruin their alone time, and I needed to be by myself. Even if I was miserable."
It wasn't so sexual now, Draco had slipped off Harry's lap and had curled himself into his chest, letting the tips of his fingers drift up and down Harry's side. Harry had one hand on the small of Draco's back, just above the towel, while the other rested on his cheek, thumb rubbing gentle circles on the smooth skin.
"Grimmauld Place? Of course, it was my mothers family's ancestral home. I heard it was a bit of dump now."
"It is." Harry chuckled, although it wasn't really funny. "Sirius left it to me when he died, Merlin knows why. Maybe he knew I'd need somewhere to live by myself for a while, maybe he hoped I'd make it a home again."
"You still can, next summer, you can do anything Harry. Don't limit yourself."
It was as if Draco knew exactly the right thing to say to make Harry feel right again.
Wordlessly, Harry used the hand already holding Draco's face to tilt his head back enough so he could kiss him. The air around them became hot and heavy again as the kiss deepened. He could feel Draco's hands undoing the front of his jeans, as he slid his own hands below the towel to grab a hold of the soft flesh of Draco's arse, eliciting a soft moan from the blonde.
By the time Harry's jeans and underwear were halfway down his thighs, the towel had completely come off and dropped to the floor. Their positioning was a bit awkward, still laying side by side so Harry stood and pulled his jeans off properly. They stared at each other for a few seconds, exposed, nervous but also desperate and excited. Harry crawled back onto the bed, hovering above Draco, he reached out for Draco's hard dick but the pale boy stopped him.
"No Harry, I want you to take it. I mean, I want you to take my virginity. If you want to, you don't have to, it's a lot to ask and I'm sure you don't want to be sleeping with a virgin who has little to no experience. Oh god I'm sorry I just-"
Harry could barely breathe, the thought of Draco being completely innocent in that way, make even more blood rush to Harry's cock, of that were even possible. And also the thought of them both being equally inexperienced made him feel a lot more comfortable.
"No! I mean, yes! I want too, if you want too?"
"Yes, yes I definitely want to." Draco's eyes shone with delight.
Harry guessed what he needed to do from the couple of gay porn videos he watched during the lonely nights at Grimmauld Place. He slicked two of his fingers using a lubrication spell he'd read about and gently placed the tip of one on Draco's entrance. Hearing Draco take an audible intake of breathe made him look up.
"If I go too fast of you want me to stop just tell me okay? We only have to do what you're comfortable with."
Draco just nodded and pushed himself onto Harry's finger, making him groan. His index finger slid in easily and Harry began working it in and out slowly, after a while he added a second.
"Harry of you want us to actually do this tonight you better hurry up!" Draco whined, his voice a higher pitch than normal and his hair a mess.
"Shh, so desperate aren't you?"
Scissoring his fingers, he finally felt that Draco was ready. Adding some more lube to Draco's home and to his own dick, Harry lined himself up with Draco's entrance.
"Mmm keep going, oh god."
He pushed himself in until he felt Draco bottom out. It was unbelievably hot and tight around his dick, making him feel almost dizzy.
"You can move now Harry, it's okay."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Harry I swear to Merlin if you don't start moving I will cast every hex I know at you!"
So he started to slowly push in and out of Draco, watching his cock disappear as he did. He was so close already, but he knew he had to hold on.
There was a weird shift in the atmosphere around them, as if they didn't need to verbally communicate because they could see into each others souls. They kept eye contact as there bodies became at one with each other. With a slight twist of his hips Harry saw Draco's mouth go slack and his eyes roll back in ecstatic pleasure. So Harry kept hitting that same spot inside of him again and again, he could feel the tight ring of muscle around him tighten and quiver around him.
"Oh god Harry I'm so close." Draco mumbled, voice completely wrecked out, sharp fingernails digging into Harry shoulder blades.
"It's okay, Draco let go baby, I'm here...let go."
And he did, long and hard and untouched. Hot white strips painted them both and Harry couldn't hold it any longer, spilling himself inside Draco, almost as if he was claiming him.
When he had rested just enough to get his breathing back to a steady rhythm, Harry cleaned the both of them up using a simple spell. Draco was already almost asleep, eyes dropping and body curling up. Although it made Harry nervous having to hide what they had, part of him secretly liked having Draco all to himself, not having to share him or what they had with anyone. It was their secret.
"Harry, hurry up and get back into bed this instant." Draco called sleepily, trying to sound commanding and instead just sounding completely adorable.
Falling to sleep with the most beautiful person Harry'd ever seen in his arms made Harry feel as though almost nothing could go wrong.