Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
This story was entered into the All Hallow’s Eve Fic Challenge hosted by the TopDraco_BottomHarry Yahoo Group ( http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TopDraco_BottomHarry/ ) and LJ Community dracotops_harry.
AN: I would like to apologize for the following. It has now become apparent to me that I watch way too much anime and read way too much manga. I extend my apologies to Harry for turning him into the traditional over-reactionary, overly emotional, and amazingly naive uke. Thank you and have a nice day.
“Here now, give us a swig.”
The bottle passed to the waiting hands and was quickly tipped back. Another rustle as the two figures passed through the outer edge of the gardens and out into the back area behind the castle. The moon was bright overhead and easily gave them the light the two slightly wobbly teens needed to move further and further away from the noise and merriment inside the stone walls.
“Ah.” A hand swiped across lips glistening with the potent liquid. “I’ll have to write me uncle a great long letter of thanks.”
“Yeah, me, too.”
The pair finally stumbled over a hill and down into the small valley that was quite hidden from the castle. Only the amorous couples in the astronomy tower could spy them now, but then, they wouldn’t be very amorous if they were peering out this way.
“Oi, Harry. I thought you’d be more than happy to stay at the feast. What with Hermione and Ron, and all.”
“Pfft,” Harry took the bottle of fine Irish whiskey that Seamus’s muggle uncle had sent him as a Halloween gift and poured a healthy amount down his gullet. “They’re way too into themselves now that they have stopped fighting and started kissing,” he groused.
“Yeah, that was a bit weird, eh?” Seamus laughed. He looked up at the full moon as they ambled along. “You think they went a bit over the top dressing as Romeo and Juliet?”
Harry laughed. “Yeah, especially when Ron and most of the school had no idea who they were supposed to be.” Harry shook his head with a smile and nudged Seamus’s arm with the bottle. The Irish boy looked down with a grin and grabbed the whiskey.
The two young men kept walking at a leisurely pace happily talking and drinking until they were only able to see the tip of the castle turrets and the glistening of the moonlight on the lake in the far distance.
“Harry! Look out!”
Out of hard won habit, Harry had palmed his wand in a heartbeat and was looking about for any white masks or dragons or anything else that wanted a shot at him. When his eyes and his brain agreed that there was no danger in sight, Harry turned an expectant look upon his friend. “What?” he asked in concern.
“You’re standing in a Fairy Ring.” Seamus’s eyes were wide in alarm as he pointed at Harry’s feet.
Green eyes followed the shaking finger and looked down at the ground. “What are you on about, Seamus?” Harry asked in exasperation at seeing nothing but grass.
“The Fairy Ring, you dolt! You’re standing right in the bleedin’ center of it! Get out!” Seamus gestured again at the ground, now outlining a circle around Harry’s feet. Taking a moment to stop his not quite sober head from spinning, Harry squinted in the moonlight and could now make out the dark shapes of mushrooms. A great gaggle of them, forming a neat circle with a diameter nearly two yards across.
“Get out, before they take you away!” Seamus nearly shrieked in alarm. He seemed to be jumping in place a safe distance from the nearest mushroom. Harry looked up with a frown creasing his brow.
“What are you on about? Who’s going to take me away? Away where?” Harry asked in exasperation.
Seamus flung the bottle around in his wild gesticulations. “Who the hell do you think? The fairies, you idiot!”
Harry blinked. “Fairies?”
“Merlin, you know nothing!” Seamus shook his head and glared. “If you dance in a fairy ring, the fairies’ll come take you away and you’ll never be seen again! Now get out!”
Harry blinked again and slowly spun around, tracking each mushroom with his eyes. When he returned his gaze to the red-faced Seamus, he stopped. “You’re telling me that since I’m standing here in a clump of fungus, that the fairies will come and get me?”
“Are you bleedin’ deaf? Get out of there now!” Seamus yelled.
“But I’m not dancing,” Harry said calmly. “You said that they’d get me if I was dancing. So, I must be safe, yeah?”
Seamus put a fist to his forehead and then roughly dragged raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Oh for the love of Venus! You don’t want to go messing about with technicalities when it comes to fairies! They’re as crafty as Slytherins!”
Harry couldn’t help it anymore. The complete panic and utter seriousness on Seamus’s face was too much. Harry began to laugh. And once he started, he couldn’t seem to stop.
“Oh man, Seamus! You’re killing me!” Harry cried out between peals of laughter. Seamus did not find it at all funny.
“You piss-faced twit! You think I’m making this up? The fairies will come and take you away to their realm under the Hollow Hill!”
Harry gasped for breath. “Stop Seamus! Seriously, I’m gonna wet myself!” Then, he began to dance around in a small circle, making extravagant gestures and swinging his backside back and forth in front of Seamus’s angry face. “Ooh, look at me now.” Harry sung out. “The fairies will be forced to take me now!”
“You have no respect and they’ll feed on your gullet for breakfast!” Seamus yelled. “It’s Friday and Halloween! They’re especially powerful tonight, you daft idiot!”
Harry did a few more hip swings and then attempted a pitiful Charleston he’d seen in a movie once. All the while he hummed a senseless tune and giggled in between. Seamus was franticly pacing the perimeter of the ring and yelling at Harry to get out of there and calling him several fierce epithets. Suddenly, a high-pitched scream ripped through the night. Seamus froze, his entire body stiffened and his face became ghostly white.
“A- a banshee!” he whispered. “You arse, you brought a banshee!” When another scream shrilled, Seamus screamed almost as loudly, threw the bottle of whiskey down and took off at a run for the castle. Harry, who had stopped his dancing at the first sound turned to watch Seamus. When his friend tripped and then scrambled up and over the hill at lightening speed on his hands and knees, Harry burst out in laughter again. Falling onto his rump, Harry held his stomach, feeling as if it would explode in his mirth. Tears were streaming down his cheeks by the time he was able to calm down to just the occasional giggle. He looked to the castle and just as he expected, a bright spark lit the sky followed by another scream, although distant now. Stupid Seamus! Afraid of a firework. With a shake of his head, Harry fell back into the grass and looked up at the sky. The moon was inordinately bright this night making the few wispy clouds almost luminescent and the stars nearly invisible. It was cold but not overly so, making it quite comfortable to be lying out on the ground wrapped in his cloak with a jacket on underneath.
The amazing food of the Halloween Feast sat comfortably in his belly and the whiskey buzzed in his head. Harry could honestly not think of a moment in which he was this tranquil. Images floated through his head; Hermione and Ron dancing in their Renaissance garb, Snape eyeing the punch with a glare, Seamus sneaking out with a nod and wink at Harry. The Feast had been fun, but a bit stifling. Seamus had offered a nice quiet alternative and Harry had snapped it up.
A tickling in his scalp had him dragging a hand up to scratch his head. Another tickle near his temple and Harry was beginning to wonder if he had lain on an anthill.
“It always amazes me, Potter, how incredibly dense those of you who are muggle-raised are.”
Harry sat up at the low cultured voice. There, just outside the circle of mushrooms, stood Draco Malfoy. The blonde was barely discernable underneath his hooded cloak, but Harry would recognize that snide voice anywhere.
“A perfect night spoiled,” Harry groused. With a glare he asked, “What are you doing here, Malfoy? Don’t you have some first-years to scare into therapy?”
“Normally, yes, but I couldn’t help but notice your dancing.” Harry could here the smirk in the voice. “Now I know why you never go out onto the floor during the balls.”
“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t want to out do everyone,” Harry snarked. He was shocked to hear a chuckle come out of the cloaked figure. Draco stooped down gracefully and picked up the now nearly empty bottle of whiskey that was just inside the ring.
“The Irish took out of here like a scared hare,” Draco said as he lifted the bottle higher to read the label in the moonlight. “Hmm, not bad.”
Harry frowned. “How long have you been spying on us? Where are your goons?”
“They are at the feast, of course. Could you imagine them anywhere else but bellied-up to the buffet?” Draco encircled the bottle’s neck with two fingers and began casually stroking up and down in an entirely too distracting way that made Harry struggle not to squirm. “And as for spying on you, I assure you that I was merely in the neighbourhood when you two bumbled along.” The fingers stopped and the hooded face turned back to Harry. “I watched as you ignored perfectly sound advice, as usual.”
“Advice? To stay out of a mushroom patch?” Harry barked out a laugh. “Don’t tell me you believe in that stuff about fairies, too, Malfoy. And here I thought you were a smart prat.”
Draco’s head tilted to the side. “So, let me get this straight. You do believe in Dragons, Mer-people, and unicorns, all of which I am told is mere fantasy to muggles, but you don’t believe in fairies? Please explain your logic, Potter. I’m just dying to jump into the cluttered closet of that mind of yours.”
Green eyes narrowed in annoyance. “I’m not explaining anything, Malfoy. I don’t believe in fairies because…” Harry paused for a moment, completely forgetting in his slightly muddled state that he wasn’t going to explain himself. “I don’t believe in fairies because, well, because I’ve never seen one!” he finished triumphantly.
“Have you ever seen the wind?” Draco asked casually. Harry frowned in confusion. “You just stated that seeing is believing, correct? So, then, I must question your belief in wind.”
“You’re just trying to confuse me!”
“No, I’m not, easy as it is to do.” An expensive looking boot stepped over the perimeter of mushrooms and closer to Harry. “I am merely refuting your logic and…” Draco knelt down next to Harry and pulled off his hood, “giving you proof.”
Harry’s eyes went wide as he watched Draco’s head become revealed in the moonlight. The normally white-blond hair had seemed to turn silvery in the pale light and had grown to halfway down his back. The eyes now appeared to glow. But most disconcerting of all, was that the tips of the other man’s ears peeking through the silvery strands, were now ever so slightly pointed.
“What the hell?” Harry gasped. He couldn’t help but shake his head comically and then refocus on the man kneeling beside him. “What the hell happened to you, Malfoy? Oh wait!” Harry smirked. “Ah, you almost had me there. Cool costume. Subtle.”
Draco pursed his lips, his eyes dancing in laughter. “I still need more proof to make you believe, eh? Well, it’s a good thing that that can be arranged then.”
Harry cocked an eyebrow and was preparing to tell Malfoy to knock it off when the world began to spin. A strange sensation gripped Harry’s insides, as if a feather was being used to dust every organ and the inside of his skin. Without thought, he grabbed onto Malfoy. To steady himself or to get the other man to make it stop, he wasn’t sure.
Just as suddenly as it began, it stopped. Harry opened his eyes, which he had no memory of closing, and found himself in an overgrown field with stalks of corn or something. Harry wasn’t quite sure what it was.
“Where did you take us?” he demanded. Malfoy still kneeled next to him, intently watching Harry’s face.
“Nowhere,” the blond answered. Harry narrowed his eyes and glared.
“You’re a better liar than that, Malfoy. Now where are we?”
Malfoy grinned, his eyes seeming to dance. “Like I said, Potter. Nowhere.”
“Gods, you’re such a prat!”
“But you don’t mind touching me,” Draco said silkily. Harry looked down to where the blond was gazing and quickly snatched his hand away from the Slytherin’s arm.
“Well, don’t Apparate someone without their permission and maybe they won’t try to hurt you!” Harry hissed, as he fought to keep the blush off his face.
“Oh, is that what you were trying to do? Hurt me?” Draco laughed and stood up smoothly. “I didn’t Apparate us anywhere, Potter. See for yourself.”
With a disbelieving glare, Harry stumbled to his feet and looked around at his surroundings. The stalks of whatever-they-are were came just to his knees and did not seem to be planted in rows or anything else farm like. The mountains and hills were all in the same place, but seemed to be closer or bigger somehow. As he turned in a slow circle, everything appeared the same and yet, not. Then he saw a small hill he had not seen before, not more than a stone’s throw away.
“What’s going on? I swear, Malfoy—”
“Gods, as dense as usual,” Draco huffed. “You wanted proof that fairies existed and I am merely trying to accommodate your wish, being the nice chap that I am.”
“Nice?” Harry scoffed. “And I never said I wanted proof!”
“Regardless, you have it. That,” Draco said, pointing towards the small hill, “is a fairy mound. You have heard of those haven’t you?”
“Yes! But that wasn’t there before!”
“Yes, it was. You were just too big to see it.”
And just like that, Harry’s quickly sobering mind realized what had happened.
“You shrank us?” he screeched. “Malfoy! Change me back, now!”
“Hold your broomstick, Shrillella,” Draco smirked. “I thought you were the brave Gryffindor? Since you’re this size, why not explore a bit, yeah? I’ll take you inside and show you around.” With a grin, Draco leaned close. “Fairies really know how to throw a party.”
“Malfoy, I am not going anywhere with you. You are an under-handed, sneaky, lying, conniving—”
“Stop, you’re making me blush.”
Harry crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. “You are an utter prat. Why should I go anywhere with someone who wants me dead? Or at the least, mutilated beyond recognition.”
Draco put an arm around Harry’s shoulder and leaned in close to the now stiff body. “Well, you see, Potter, I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching and reconsidering and all that other stuff that is exceptionally abhorrent, and have come to a conclusion. You are not such a bad sort.” Harry’s head whipped around to glare at Draco for continuing to hang on him, which brought their mouths frighteningly close together. “Oh you can be all sorts of annoying,” Draco continued, “with your need to rush in and save everyone and your overactive sense of right and wrong which, might I point out, mysteriously disappears whenever you need to break a rule. You are also exceedingly prudish and have bad taste in friends.” Harry struggled to throw the other man’s arm off him. “But, you’re still not a bad bloke.”
“Well you are!” Harry growled, trying to toss Draco’s arm off of him without appearing to be struggling. He gave up and scowled. “If you think I am going anywhere with you, especially into a dark cave after you shrank me with out my permission, you have bleached your brain right out of your head!”
“Tsk, tsk.” Draco shook his head in faux remorse. “And here I thought you weren’t scared of anything. Shame.” The arm lifted from Harry’s shoulders and the blond took a few steps away.
“I’m not afraid, you prick!” Harry argued fiercely. “I’m just not stupid enough to follow you anywhere!”
“Sure, sure. Whatever lets you sleep at night,” Draco soothed.
“Shut it, you bastard!” Harry pushed roughly past Draco and stomped toward the dark entrance of the fairy mound. When he was nearly there, he whipped around and glared at the blond. “Well? Are we going in?” he growled.
Draco’s grin became feral in the moonlight. “It will be my pleasure.”
Harry was right behind the tall blond as they descended down the dark tunnel lit only by the occasional torch imbedded in the dirt walls. The ring of light each torch cast almost faded completely out before a new one appeared. The ground was hard packed dirt that easily muffled the sounds of their shoes. All in all, it was mostly dark and eerily quiet.
“I swear, Malfoy,” Harry whispered. “If you led me here to kill me, I’ll haunt you!”
“Oh? And will you be doing that naked?”
“What?!” Harry stopped dead in his tracks at the silky words. But Draco reached behind him and grabbed hold of Harry’s wrist. With a wink over his shoulder he whispered, “We’re here,” and pulled Harry right through the wall as if it had not existed.
The noise and lights were enough to trigger a seizure. There were drums beating and strings plucking and colours dancing and fires burning everywhere. For a moment, Harry’s mind went completely blank at the shocking difference between one heartbeat and the next.
“Welcome to Beneath the Hallowed Hill, Harry,” Draco said directly into his ear, and using his grip on the brunet’s wrist, pulled him into the melee.
Harry couldn’t help but gape as he saw all his childhood dreams and fantasies and nightmares come together in a crash of colours and sound. There were actually fairies here! With gauzy wings and glittery skin and long flowing purple hair! Harry rubbed at an eye and looked again. There by a small waterfall of what appeared to be punch that poured directly out of the wall, was a woman with curly green hair, dressed in a diaphanous green dress with shiny green wings. Conversing with her nonchalantly, was a man with blue skin and white clothes made of a material that seemed to be ice. Harry blinked. If that man turned out to be Jack Frost, he was going to faint, he just knew it.
All around were jack o’ lanterns sporting the most amazing and intricate symbols and shapes. One had quite a happy face on it and seemed to wink at him. Harry shook his head and in the next second, Draco had dragged him around a clump of people – fairies— and the pumpkin was gone. When Harry turned his head to tell Draco to stop, he saw that he had been led to a large dance floor. The music was full of drums and strings; he could hear flutes and other wind instruments. The bodies were dancing together in patterns that seemed complicated at first glance, but within a few moments of watching, Harry had grasped the simple steps.
“Let’s dance,” Draco said with a smile and dragged Harry into the centre of the revelry.
Harry soon lost track of the time as he was easily enveloped into the rhythm. Smiling faces swept past him and welcomed him with open arms to each new dance. Laughing words and squeals of delight wrapped around him and he was soon laughing and joking back. There were so many people and creatures and they were all so nice and gracious, he soon lost track of Draco. Just when he would become concerned at being lost in the craziness, the blond would pop back up and lead him into another dance or bring him a cup of something cool to drink. Harry was fairly sure that he was getting drunker and drunker, but he was having so much fun, that he couldn’t possibly disagree or resist. His head was swimming with the riot of colours and music and laughter and singing.
Out of it all, a hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him away from the fairies. A few tried to keep him with them, but were soon swept back up into the dance. The hand was insistent, and soon had dragged him away from all the people and sounds and into the dark quiet.
“I knew you would look exceptional laughing and having fun,” a voice whispered in his ear. The hand around his wrist slid up his arm and to his shoulder, kneading it gently. “You should really do it more often.”
“I do,” Harry giggled. “It’s just that whenever you’re around, you have this nasty habit of being nasty.”
“Ah.” Draco pulled him closer and another hand joined its twin and massaged Harry’s shoulders. “Well, I shall have to work on that, then, shall I?”
“Well, it would definitely help you having friends.” Harry smiled, his eyelids drooping a bit in his content posture. He felt good. He hadn’t felt this happy and light-hearted in a long time. “Thanks, Malfoy. This has been a lot of fun. I definitely believe in fairies now.” He giggled again. “Should I clap my hands?”
“I have something better in mind for your hands.” Draco leaned forward and whispered in Harry’s ear. “And call me Draco.”
“Draco,” Harry said, trying out the name he rarely spoke. “Okay. Draco.” Then he couldn’t say anything more because Draco’s lips now occupied his. That was odd. Was Draco kissing him? Or maybe he had slipped and fallen against him? No, no, that couldn’t be right, because he could now definitely feel Draco’s tongue licking along the seam of his lips. That felt good. Maybe it would feel better if he let that tongue in. Experimentally, Harry opened his lips and that tongue surged inside and began licking everything: his tongue, his teeth, the roof of his mouth. And that, oddly, felt good, too. Then Harry felt the massaging hands were no longer on his shoulders but were now definitely massaging something lower down.
“Draco, are you massaging my arse?” he asked, pulling away from the nice feeling tongue. But, surely, Harry was mistaken. Or maybe it was a normal thing to massage butts. Maybe he was holding a lot of tension in his rear.
“Yes. I am.” Draco answered and then swooped back in to start licking the inside of Harry’s mouth again. Well, alright then. At least Draco knew where his hands were. It would have been embarrassing if Draco had not meant to be massaging Harry’s arse like that and instead had been trying for his gluteus maximus, which Harry had not yet been able to figure which muscle that was.
“Harry,” Draco whispered as he pulled away and licked at Harry’s lips again. “Are you a virgin? I think you are.”
Harry frowned. “Are you?”
The blond chuckled. “No. Definitely not. Are you?”
“Because I want to know if I’m going to be your first or not,” Draco stated and licked at Harry’s top lip again.
“My first what?” Harry blinked and pulled away enough to get that really nice tongue to stop doing the really nice licking it was doing. “You mean, my first… My first…”
“Lover,” Draco answered firmly.
“You can’t be my first. You’re a bloke.” Harry was fairly sure that would end the conversation and they could go back to the licking and kissing. He leaned closer to give a hint. Draco pulled back a bit to answer.
“Yeah, and so are you. Don’t tell me you don’t like guys,” Draco said with a smirk. “I’ve seen you plenty of times checking out other men.”
“I wasn’t!” Harry blushed brightly and then giggled. “Okay, maybe.”
“So then, you’re a virgin,” Draco stated with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah.” Harry’s eyes went wide. “But don’t tell anyone, right? I’ve been letting on to Ron and the others that I have ’cause they all have and I haven’t. I don’t want anyone to think I’m not cool or anything.”
Draco’s smile turned down right wicked. “Don’t fret, Harry. You won’t have to worry about that title haunting you any longer.” And with that, Harry was pulled back into a deep kiss and hands massaged more than his arse. They moved all over his body and began taking his clothes off. At first, Harry was a bit disconcerted at being naked, but then Draco was naked and then the licking moved from his mouth to all over his body and that was more than alright. Something soft was under his back and legs and Draco was above him, licking and biting and Harry thought that he couldn’t be enjoying this anymore, but then Draco licked that and Harry nearly died of pleasure. It went in and out of Draco’s mouth and the blond did that amazing licking again. Harry wasn’t sure, but he thought he might have said something about Draco being a deity of some sort. Whatever it was, Draco laughed, which created a wonderful vibration that made Harry want to scream. So he did.
“I knew you’d be a loud one.” Draco grinned up at him. Then his hands dragged down Harry’s legs, making the hair on them stand up, pushing the legs up onto Harry’s chest. The blond’s fingers moved further down until they –
“Ahh!” Harry nearly sat up in surprise. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“You know what I’m doing,” Draco said smoothly. The fingers moved again and Harry shivered.
“Wh-what is that?”
“A very expensive lotion that you should be grateful I am using on your arse.” Draco smirked and the fingers moved again. Harry watched between his knees on his chest as Draco pushed a bit of blond hair behind his ear and then lifted the bottle of lotion again. The fingers were again on his body and then, suddenly, in his body.
“Wait!” Harry cried.
“But, but I can–” What the hell was that? The finger inside him moved again and a rush of feeling pooled into his belly. Harry’s head went back in pleasure.
“You see? You’ll like this.” Draco’s voice floated over him but Harry was only listening to his body as it hummed in happiness. For a moment at least.
“Ouch!” Harry stiffened and lifted his head again. “That hurt. It’s not supposed to hurt, is it? I thought that was only for girls.”
“Well, aren’t you sexist,” Draco drawled. “You need to relax, Harry.”
“How am I supposed to relax when you’ve got your fingers up my–”
“Well you better, hadn’t you? Or this will hurt a lot more.”
“More?” Harry’s eyes went wide. “How am I supposed to relax when it’s gonna hurt? Ow!”
Draco moved forward and pushed Harry’s bent legs apart. He leaned over and brushed his mouth against Harry’s gasping lips. “If you relax, you’ll love it. You’re a natural bottom.”
“How do you know?” Harry asked, licking his lips in an invitation for Draco to start licking.
Draco smirked and winked. “I just know these things.” And he swooped down and granted Harry’s wish. Harry was enjoying the licking and – oh! – sucking too much to worry about what Draco’s fingers were doing anymore. Occasionally an amazing sensation would run right up Harry’s spine and he would gasp or cry out. Draco would grin evilly and return to his ministrations to the brunet’s mouth. Then the sucking and licking and – sweet Merlin! – biting would continue.
“You’re open now. Soon, your virginity will be a bad forgotten memory,” Draco whispered into Harry’s wet and swollen lips.
“Okay,” Harry said with a silly smile on his face. The smile quickly turned into a grimace.
“Ouch! Wait, it hurts,” he cried, grabbing onto Draco’s arm.
“Yeah, we already went over this,” Draco said with a strained expression on his face. “Now, relax and let me in.” His hands disappeared again and Harry could feel them moving about near his nether regions.
“But, ouch! I don’t want it to, ow, hurt!” he gasped out. Draco was definitely inside him now and it was definitely not his fingers anymore.
“Too bad.” And Draco shoved inside.
Harry was sure he screamed and sucked his breath in at the same time. Draco was completely still above him, but that, by no means, lessened the sensation in his body.
“Just relax,” Draco encouraged. “Relax and we’ll move on to the fun bits.”
“No,” Harry whispered. “I want to stop now.”
“We’re not stopping.” Draco’s hands were on the bent legs, rubbing up and down the thighs in a soothing gesture. “I’d have done this with you on your hand and knees, but I pegged you as a romantic.” Harry merely squeezed his eyes tightly shut and shook his head. Draco continued in a calm voice. “You’re a face to face kind of bloke, I can tell. You’ll probably want to blab my ear off afterwards, too, I’d wager.”
“Draco…” Harry whimpered. A hand came between his legs and began rubbing his flagging erection.
“Just relax, Harry.” Draco fisted him until Harry was rock solid again and beginning to bring colour back into his cheeks. Then Draco moved.
“Ow! No, stop!” Harry whimpered. But Draco didn’t stop and it hurt. But then, amazingly, it began to feel a bit good. A few more times of Draco moving in and out of him and Draco’s hand moving up and down on him, and Harry was actually thinking that this whole business was alright. When the blond shifted his knees a bit and moved inside Harry a bit differently, Harry thought that he had been mistaken about the whole thing.
“Oh! Yes, that is really brilliant!” he cried out to prove how turned in his assessment he had become. He became bold enough to drop his legs a bit. When that didn’t hurt, he happily wrapped them around Draco’s waist.
“Merlin, you’re not a girl,” Draco grumbled. “You’re going to throw off my rhythm.” But Harry was still happy with what Draco was doing and was very vocal in showing it.
“Unh! That is… oh! I really really like when you – yes! Just like that!”
Draco smirked and then lowered himself down on top of the brunet. “Like I said. Loud.” He kissed Harry deep. “But, as much as I actually enjoy hearing your voice right now, we’d better move it along or you’re not going to be able to walk in the morning.”
Harry smiled happily and really didn’t care what happened in the morning. In fact, he would not be sad to see this wonderful night last forever. Draco kissed him again and then began moving more forcefully. Harry almost called a halt as his body began to protest again, but Draco, that most incredible person, was now licking Harry’s nipples! Licking his nipples and rubbing his cock! At the same time! That was more than enough to excuse the pain that was already beginning to fade.
“I’ll even bet,” Draco gasped into Harry’s ear, “that you like dirty talk. Don’t you, Harry? I bet you’d like hearing how much cock you can take and how good it feels to be inside your tight arse. Feeling it clench all around me. Knowing that I am fucking you into the–” A sharp cry and Harry was coming hard. This was more intense than anything he could produce on his own. Harry had wanked, of course, but the sensation of Draco inside him, of being stretched open on Draco’s cock was so amazingly good, tears sprung to his eyes and his entire body clenched.
“Yeah, I thought so,” was whispered above him and then a grunt and Harry felt Draco climax inside him. For a brief moment, Harry wondered about that, and then he fell asleep.
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