“Fine,”
Harry sat up. “Close my curtains.” Ron did so and Harry
waved a locking spell. Harry cleared his throat, looked at Ron and
then hung his head. “I can’t do it.” “Yes,
you can,” Ron encouraged. Ron was known for being a fabulous
kisser by all the girls before he and Hermione had started dating
exclusively a few months ago so Harry listened and practiced until
each was flushed and breathless. It was almost a half hour of kissing
before the lesson ended. “Not bad. Not bad at all. You have
very soft lips.” “Thanks.
So do you,” Harry said. “I can’t believe we just
did this stupid shit. This is insane.” “There
is nothing wrong with learning to kiss,” Ron said. “You’ve
taught me just about everything I know with girls and DADA. So, it’s
about time I could lend you a hand…or a lip.” They
laughed at the absurdity of it all.
“Well,
thanks,” Harry said. “So I’m alright? Let’s
do it once more to make sure I got it.” Both nodded and the
slowness of one powerfully erotic kiss ensued. Harry pulled Ron down
on his bed and held him during the seductive kiss. After a long while
each pulled away. “Damn,”
Ron said breathless. “You’re making me want to fuck you
with a kiss like that.” They laughed as Harry lay back on his
bed. “I
guess that’s the point, isn’t it?” Harry asked.
“You want to fuck? I’ll do it. But you’re
bottoming.” Harry teased knowing he and Ron joked about this
all the time. “Hell
no,” Ron said sitting up and adjusting his crotch. “But I
have a hard on from hell. I think I’ll go find Hermione and get
some. See you later.” Harry swished his hand and unlocked the
curtain so that his best friend in the world could leave. Harry
touched his lips gently and thought of Draco’s own soft lips.
“This
is stupid,” Harry said almost embarrassed at himself for
thinking of such things. “Malfoy. How dumb can I be? He just
wants the dope.” Harry said but he knew it wasn’t true.
Draco didn’t even stay when Harry had offered to let him help
himself to any of the drugs he’d wanted. If he didn’t
want the dope then what did he want? Harry stumbled onto that
question and lay for a long while trying to figure out just what
Draco did want since he’d stayed so long in Harry’s
company with him. The feeling of his breath on Harry’s neck
when he woke was so damn good. And surprisingly, Harry could tolerate
Draco more so than others being around. Was it because he wasn’t
leeching off Harry’s stash? That had to be it. Didn’t it?
Was it that they were comfortable around each other? Was it that
Draco was just upfront and they knew where each other stood? Was it
Draco’s fine body that screamed out to be fucked and licked?
Harry shook that thought from his head. They’d not had sex at
all together with each other. Then what was it? Why was Harry lying
on his bed in the afternoon thinking of him? “I
have fried my brain on dope,” Harry said to himself before he
fell asleep. After the strenuous practice session and having not
slept but a few hours with Draco the night before, Harry slept the
rest of the afternoon and night. After
going to his own dorm after clearing up the fight in the common room,
Draco closed the door. He kicked off his shoes and socks and
magically stoked the fire to warm the room. Damn dungeons are so damp
and cold. Draco complained to himself in his own room that had seemed
fine until a few days ago. But now for some reason it seemed more
lonely and cold than ever. Draco was bored as he lay on the bed by
himself. A couple of hours later as he was sitting and trimming his
toenails a knock at his door came. “Yeah,
what is it?” Draco asked barely paying attention to anything
but the clippers. “Draco?”
Blaise asked sweetly. Draco secretly rolled his eyes.
“What
do you want?” Draco asked never looking to her. “You,
of course,” Blaise said coming to sit on the bed and rub his
naked back. “Not
now,” Draco said. “I’m not in the mood.” “You’re
kidding, right?” Blaise laughed. “You’re always in
the mood, baby.” “I
said no,” Draco said. “I’m not…just…I
don’t feel like it.” “Are
you sick?” Blaise said touching his forehead. “You feel
absolutely fine to me.” “Blaise,
don’t,” Draco said finishing off working with his feet.
“I’m not in the mood. Okay? Get a clue and get out.”
Blaise wasn’t one to be put off easily. “What
can I do to change your mind?” Blaise wanted nothing other than
Draco at that moment. The crackling fire and Draco with no shirt and
silk pajama bottoms was driving her almost mad with need of him. “How
about a nice blow? I know how you like it.” “I
said no,” Draco spat. “Now go on. I’m not in the
mood with you.” “With
me? Is that it?” Blaise was becoming pissed. “You’d
prefer someone else?” “I
might,” Draco just couldn’t resist the smirk. Blaise’s
eyes flared. “You
must be wanting some cock then,” Blaise said as she stood.
Draco gave a small laugh. “Don’t deny it. We all know you
swing both ways.” “I
guess you’re right then,” Draco said. “Grow a dick
and come back later.” “You
sorry mother fucker,” Blaise said as she left Draco’s
room. Draco shook his head at her display of lust for him. Sure it
felt good to have somebody wanting him for sex even if that’s
all it was. But why did he turn it down? He’d never turned down
an offer from Blaise before. Draco lay back on his bed with an arm
tucked under his head. Draco felt different today than he had in a
long time. What was it? Satisfied? And why was that? The past two
days with Harry were very nice. Calming almost. It’s like it
just clicked between them. Draco gave that thought considerable
attention before he fell asleep amid the coolness of his room. The
next four days were busy for Harry. Dumbledore had invited several
members of the Auror squad several weeks ago to come for outdoor
battle simulations in which Harry would participate. The Aurors
fanned out in the forbidden forest and it was Harry’s goal to
survive three days in the forest without being hit and to stun each
offender that threatened. It was grueling work and took much effort.
Harry was becoming increasingly more agitated with the need for a fix
and his irritation at not being able to go to the room and see if
Draco was there. Finally
on Monday after the evening meal, the Aurors wanted to give Harry
their assessments. The Hall was eating and Harry and Draco gazed at
the other. Draco shrugged in asking if after the meal would be a good
time to get together. Harry looked up to the head table and shrugged
with the look that he had no idea. Each continued to eat. “Harry?
Could you come up here, please?” Dumbledore said over the
student’s voices who all hushed as Harry stood and walked
confidently up and around the head table to take a seat. Draco
watched Harry walk and admired his full form. At seventeen, Harry was
very attractive and walked with the air of formality and sheer
confidence that made him even more desirable. Draco noticed many
others taking in the vision that was the boy who lived and a knot
formed in Draco’s stomach at everyone gawking at Harry in such
a way. Was that jealousy? Draco snickered to himself at the thought
of any of those pesky girls or lackluster males that dared to even
think they could compare to a Malfoy. “See
something you like?” Blaise asked Draco. “Not
if I’m looking your way,” Draco said. “I
meant the pride of lions, Draco. Harry Potter?” Blaise asked
sweetly. “And
even if I did, this would concern you how?” Draco asked giving
the smirk. “I
saw the way you looked at him,” Blaise said softly. “You
want Potter.” “Want
him for what?” Draco asked slyly. “For Voldemort maybe?”
Draco knew the seed of that plan had been planted in Blaise’s
mind as he stood and left the Dining Hall. Blaise sat for a moment
considering what Draco had said and then turned to see Harry speaking
with Dumbledore and the Aurors. After that, Dumbledore took Harry to
his office with the Auror group and Professors Lupin and Snape. “There
is reason to believe that Voldemort will take some type of action
within the next two weeks,” Dumbledore told them. Harry nodded
gravely. “The
activity of Death Eaters has all but ceased recently leading us to
believe that a strike is forthcoming,” Auror Bentley said. “Where?”
Harry asked. “There
have been some events and other murmurings about that suggest
Voldemort and his inner circle of high rank Death Eaters will
infiltrate Hogsmeade on a weekend trying for you,” Auror Hayes
said to Harry. “I
see,” Harry said. “And what is the plan on that?” “Students
must not be allowed into Hogsmeade for the rest of the year,”
Lupin said. “With
all due respect, Professor, I disagree,” Harry said. “He
wants me and only me. We know that already. If I’m not in
Hogsmeade and Hogwarts is less than a mile from the village, he will
come here after me regardless. He will come to Hogwarts.” “Harry,
I cannot allow you to venture into Hogsmeade into a known trap,”
Dumbledore said.
“Albus,
I respect your wisdom as always,” Harry said. “But I’m
not stupid. If we know where he’ll be, then why not be ready
for him when he gets there?” Harry stated the obvious to
everyone in the room. “Please don’t tell me that you
haven’t considered this. My strength is no match for him now. I
can kill Voldemort easily. All I need is a bit of backup to take down
his Death Eaters that get in my way.” Harry grinned maliciously
with intent. “It
was considered,” Auror Treen said. “But we were unsure if
you would be willing to take on such a dangerous mission, Harry.”
Harry snorted. “I
fought him at eleven years old,” Harry spat. “I think I
know what the hell I’m doing. I have a bit of experience in the
matter, if you please. And each year I’ve gone alone. Now that
I might have backup this should be a breeze, shouldn’t it?” “Not
necessarily,” Auror Barnes said. “Voldemort is a master
strategist and he will expect this.” “Then
plan for it,” Harry said in irritated anger. “Get a plan
for yourselves because I plan on being there and killing this fucker
once and for all. I’m sick of this every year. It’s time
for him to die and I’m ready to do it!” “Harry,
calm yourself,” Lupin said in his kind mannered way. “We
understand that you are anxious to end the standoff you have had with
Voldemort for so long. And since you’ve given your input and
have willing submitted to the forming of a plan, then I’m sure
we shall do just that.” The
others spoke and a plan was forming slowly. Harry rubbed his sweaty
palms on his thighs and his body began to sweat just a bit in his
irritation. Harry concentrated on what everyone was saying even
though his body was begging for what it needed at the moment. Finally
it was curfew. “I’ll
need to go,” Harry said as he stood. “It’s curfew
and I have classes tomorrow.” “Very
well,” Dumbledore said. “I may need to pull you from
classes this week if you are required.” “Yes,
sir,” Harry said. “May I go?” Dumbledore nodded and
Harry was out the door quickly. Snape and Lupin shared a look with
Albus over Harry’s sweaty nervousness but none spoke a word to
the Aurors on the matter. Harry
ran quickly down the corridor to his hidden room and entered to see
Draco sitting on the crate. “Harry,”
Draco grinned. “Fix
me up, I’m dying here,” Harry said. “Have you hit?” “No,
I was hoping you’d come,” Draco said as they worked
quickly together to heat up the spoon and add the drug. “Come
on, hurry,” Harry said as his hands were shaking slightly.
“I’ve not had anything all day.” “Me,
either. This is the first time I’ve been here since we were
here last, too,” Draco said. Harry gave him a shocked look.
“What? I told you I don’t like to do this alone.” “I
just…I thought you’d come here at least once,”
Harry said as Draco drew up the syringes. Harry pulled off his belt
and wrapped up his arm quickly as Draco did with the strap. Each
flipped a vein and it protruded. “I’m shaking.” “Me,
too,” Draco said as they worked quickly to inject and plunge
the saving grace into a vein. After each had given a plunge and
dropped their squeezing bands they put down the syringes and sighed.
“Hell yeah.” “Oh
my god yes,” Harry breathed. “I needed that. I’m
glad you’re here.” Harry grinned in that satisfied
fixated way. “Yeah,
me, too,” Draco gave the half lidded look. “Where the
hell have you been? You weren’t in any classes.” “Training.
Battle simulations,” Harry said. “I hate it, but what can
I do? They make me do it. I’m a killer now. Aren’t you
happy?” Harry joked. “Very
happy. I couldn’t be more pleased,” Draco teased. “I’ll
be so glad when Voldemort is dead,” Harry said. “Then
everyone can leave me the fuck alone.” “You
want to be alone?” Draco asked. Harry gave Draco a look of
meaning more. “No,”
Harry said quietly. “But Voldemort is coming. Probably within
two weeks, Draco. So…it’s either him or me. Two weeks.”
Draco swallowed hard. “Are
you ready? I mean…is there some plan or…?” Draco
asked. “And
I can’t tell you about it even if there were,” Harry
said. “All I know is that he’s coming and…this is
it. The final time. One of us will end up dead at the end.” “Don’t
say that,” Draco ran a hand through his hair. “Damn,
Harry. You’re freaking me out.” Draco panicked. “Relax,”
Harry said. “This is what it’s like with me. Everybody
knows and expects him to come again, it’s just that nobody is
close enough to me to know how it feels on my end.” “Well,
I fucking know,” Draco said. “And I’m scared to
death.” “You
don’t have to fight with him,” Harry gave a short laugh.
“So what are you so scared about?” “That
you won’t come back,” Draco said. Harry nodded and moved
to crawl over to the mattress. “And
this would bother you in some way?” Harry asked as Draco stood,
wobbled and came over to the mattress to stand at the foot of it.
Harry flopped back on the pillow. “You’d get all the dope
if I died,” Harry laughed. “That’s
not funny,” Draco said. Harry became more serious and reached
out his hand. Draco knelt at Harry’s feet and took his hand. He
pulled Draco up onto the mattress beside him where Harry put his arm
over Draco’s waist. “Would
you miss me?” Harry teased in his slurry way. “No,”
Draco teased back. “I’d be glad to finally get rid of you
after all these years.” “Would
you come to my funeral?” Harry asked. “Yeah.
I’d be there,” Draco said. “I’ll piss on your
cold dead body.” Harry laughed with Draco over the scene of it. “I’m
sure Dumbledore wouldn’t like that,” Harry said. “But
go ahead. I’d be dead and in the ground. What the fuck would I
care?” “Don’t
talk like that,” Draco said quietly. “I can’t stand
to think about it.” “I’m
beginning to think that you’d miss me,” Harry teased.
“You’d better change my mind about that.” “Why?
You hate me. You don’t care what I think,” Draco said.
“I’m Malfoy. Enemy number two of Harry Potter.” “You’re
the enemy?” Harry asked. Draco nodded. “You don’t
seem like my enemy right now.” “I’m
leading you on into some game where I seduce you and bring you to
Voldemort,” Draco said flatly with no conviction whatsoever. “I
could almost believe that,” Harry said softly. “But I
don’t.” “Then
you’re a fool,” Draco said. “I’m just that
damn evil.” “No
you’re not,” Harry said. “I know you. You’re
not evil at all. You’re like me.” “I
am nothing like you,” Draco said as if it were stupid. “You
are just like me,” Harry said as they lay on the pillow facing
each other in the mellowness of the drug-induced state. “You’re
sick of it all. Sick of the light and dark. Sick of people expecting
you to do something because of who you are. It’s been taught to
you and drilled in your head from your birth what you were supposed
to do and be. And now you can’t stand it. You hate it and you
say…just fuck it. I’ll do my own thing. Now tell me how
alike we are.” “You
have a small point,” Draco said. “Don’t get all
superior on me because I actually said you may have had a tiny
miniscule point.” “I
know I do,” Harry said pulling Draco a bit closer. They both
lay and looked at the other for a small while until Harry couldn’t
take it any longer. “Draco, can I kiss you?” “I
thought you said it had to be special?” Draco teased. “I
might be dead in two weeks. I’m making an exception,”
Harry said. Draco knew it was a lie. “Then
kiss me,” Draco whispered before Harry moved over to lift and
tilt his head before touching his lips to Draco’s own slowly.
Everything slowed to almost slow motion. The
lip play was slow and drawn out over many moments before the tips of
tongues brushed over lips so tantalizingly slow. The kiss took on a
life of it’s own and grew from only the brush of lips to a full
and flush connection laced with the need of more. Within the kiss
there was a depth of emotion that somewhat frightened them both at
first, but they relaxed into what they’d made and arms wrapped
around the other as they enjoyed this new thing which was a drug in
it’s own right that they both craved equally as much as any
injection. When the need for air was upon them the kiss slowly waned
and each pulled away slowly savoring every last second. “You
are the most wonderful kisser,” Draco whispered. “Then
you are seriously lacking in the number of people you’ve
kissed,” Harry said. “But I’ve never had anything
so incredible as that. That was better than sex to me. You taste so
good…I…I will want that all the time.” “Where
did you learn to kiss like that?” Draco asked. “I’ll
never tell,” Harry teased. “With you it’s natural.
You were gentle and slow. I like it.” “Me,
too,” Draco said. “You’re lips are so damn soft,
Harry. Hmm. And I’m high.” “So
am I,” Harry said. “Maybe we didn’t kiss at all.
Maybe we were hallucinating.” “Maybe
we need to make sure?” Draco asked before he pulled Harry down
onto him for another searing kiss of the most delectable kind. Draco
let Harry lead in the kiss, taking Draco to another realm of
submissiveness that he’d never known or dared to enter. Hands
crept slowly along each other’s body while each drew breath
from the other within the kiss. Harry’s thigh moved between
Draco’s legs and Draco moved up so that his cock was rubbing
against Harry’s hip. Harry nearly lost his mind with the heated
contact. And then a knock came at the door. “Fuck!”
Draco said. “Who could that be?” “Whoever
it is dies,” Harry said as he quickly stood and walked to the
direction of the entrance. “Who?” “It’s
me, Kendra,” Kendra said. Harry rolled his eyes. “You
want her here?” Harry asked to Draco who shrugged. “You
know what she wants.” “A
hit and a fuck,” Draco said “Just
a hit, but she’ll have to put out to get it,” Harry
grinned. “Feel like fucking her?” “What
the hell. It’s not like I could have had you anyway,”
Draco said as he stood. “You
never know,” Harry said softly going to the door. Draco heard
and immediately regretted letting Kendra in. “Come on.”
Harry spat at her. Kendra bounded in. “Hey,
Malfoy,” Kendra said seductively with a grin. “You look
good.” It was clear that Kendra had worked on this little
scene. “Please
don’t restate the obvious,” Draco said with his haughty
smirk. Harry gave a short laugh. “Oh
god you’re so full of yourself,” Harry said as he sat on
the crate and dug out the dope. “You know you’re putting
out for this, right?” Harry gave Kendra the look of
expectation. “Whatever
you want,” Kendra said. “Do you like my dress?”
Kendra twirled around to show the slinky thing. “I wore it just
for you, Harry.” “It’s
great,” Harry said never looking to her but to the spoon on
which he worked. “Now take it off.” Draco laughed at
Harry’s cold nature. Harry gave him a grin and a headshake at
the intrusion of some girl. Harry boiled and Draco drew up the
syringes. Kendra slid out of the dress and let it puddle in the floor
before she took the other crate. Draco laid the syringes on the crate
and Kendra reached for one. “What the hell are you doing?” “I
just…sorry,” Kendra said. “There were three.” “You
get nothing until I give it to you,” Harry said as he gave her
a cold look. Kendra sat back on the crate. “Fine.
You’re the boss around here,” Kendra said with a sexy
smile. “You
get on my damn nerves is what you do,” Harry said. “Draco,
you ready?” “I
think I’d like to see Kendra pleasure herself for a moment to
see if she deserves anything,” Draco said. Harry grinned to
Kendra who could barely believe her ears. She did nothing “Well?”
Harry asked. “Well
what? Do you want me to do that?” Kendra asked. “You
will do what Draco says the same as me,” Harry said.
“So…entertain us, my fine little piece of ass.” Kendra
did as asked like the good girl she was. She spread her shapely
thighs to reveal a trimmed and fresh snatch as the two watched.
Kendra knew her incredible body well and knew how to get what she
wanted from men. She dipped her fingers into the wetness of her hole
and sucked the juice from her fingers before going back for more.
Kendra rubbed the tiny nub and moaned for herself as she rubbed her
body with her other hand for a long while of the entertainment. “Looks
like she’s getting off, Harry,” Draco said. “I
think she deserves a bit of reward for that, don’t you?” “Fine,”
Harry said handing Kendra the full syringe. “Use only half of
that. I mean it.” Kendra nodded eagerly and took the band when
Draco handed it to her. Draco and Harry both watched as she wrapped
and injected. Kendra nearly fell off the crate when the high hit her.
“I love it. People just can’t handle it like we can.
Here.” Harry handed Draco his full syringe and Draco took
Harry’s hand for a moment before he took the needle. “I’ll
do her,” Draco said. “If you’ll do me.” Harry
thought for a moment about the prospect. “I
can’t do that,” Harry said pulling back his hand. Draco
put down the needle and Harry noticed. “You don’t want
that?” “Why
won’t you do this with me?” Draco asked in some hurt way.
“I thought…” Draco shrugged meaning the kiss they
shared earlier was so damn good. “Draco,
I…I don’t want to do that with her here,” Harry
said. “I want that to be just… you and me.” “Dammit.
I knew I should have told you to tell her to fuck off,” Draco
said in a huff picking up the syringe again. “This better fuck
me up or I’m beating the hell out of you.” Harry grinned
at him. “It
will. Trust me,” Harry said. “I gave each of us a bit
more than what she got.” They looked to Kendra who was still in
that over the top place of being high. “Look at her. She’s
totally fried.” Draco drew up a vein as did Harry and they
injected the drug and took a few moments to enjoy the soar of the
high while Kendra came down a bit. “Mattress. Now.” Harry
told her and she obeyed quickly. “Go for it, Draco.” “I’m
not doing anything if you’re not,” Draco said. “I
don’t care one way or the other,” Harry said. “I’ll
let her suck me off, but I’m not fucking her.” “Fine.
I’ll fuck her,” Draco said. “This is stupid.”
They laughed together as they began to undress. Kendra was face down
on the pillow and when they were fully undressed, Draco ran his hands
up Harry’s chest enjoying him for a moment. Draco kissed him
lightly before going to the mattress and pulling her up on all fours.
“Get up, bitch.” Harry
shook his head at this turn of events and went to kneel in front of
Kendra who immediately took Harry’s hard cock in her mouth and
began to give what she knew he liked. Draco put on the condom and
entered her from behind but kept the piercing gaze of Harry’s
eyes as they moved together with her between them. Harry reached out
his hand and Draco’s was there to take it as they moved
together each fucking one end of another that wasn’t either of
them. Their fingers laced together and held as the gaze never left
the other and to each of them this was between them as if she wasn’t
even there. As they moved together inside of Kendra they leaned to
share a long deep kiss. After a long while of pounding into her body
each began to pant with the need of release and Draco slammed into
her hard as he groaned and came. Kendra only groaned as she continued
to suck Harry’s cock. With the other hand Harry wound his
fingers tightly in her hair with a hard merciless grip and shoved her
head down on him hard several times and shot his load into her throat
with a hum of satisfaction. “You
better not let any of that get on my sheet or I’m killing you,”
Harry told her as she raised her head. “I’m
better than that, Harry. You know it,” Kendra said with a smile
as she licked her lips. “Whatever,”
Harry said as he moved back to sit for a moment and wipe his face
with his hands. Draco removed the condom and threw it in the air
where he snapped his finger and it turned to ash and disappeared.
Harry’s eyes widened with a tiny grin of awe. “You know
wandless?” “Just
a bit,” Draco drawled with his cool air. “I
have never been so turned on in my life,” Harry laughed. “Holy
shit.” “Thanks,
I appreciate that,” Kendra teased them. “I hope I wasn’t
interrupting anything when I came in.” “You
always interrupt my business,” Harry told her. “You owe
me eighty already.” “I
know,” Kendra said. “I’ll get it. Don’t
worry.” “I
need it at the end of the week,” Harry said. “I’m…well,
I just do. I might have plans.” “Fine.
I’ll get it. You know I always pay up,” Kendra said. “I’m
good for it.” “Right,”
Harry said sarcastically as Draco laughed. “Come on.” The
three took the crates again. “You dress before I give this to
you. And you’re taking it with you.” Kendra dressed as
Harry heated up a spoonful for them. Draco drew up the syringes as
always making three. Harry handed her a full syringe and the other
half of hers that she had before. “Thanks,
Harry. You’re too much,” Kendra said with a smile. “You,
too, Malfoy. See you later.” Kendra slipped out the exit and
Harry and Draco rolled their eyes at the other. “I
can see where she’d be fun to have around,” Draco said. “She’s
a pain,” Harry said. “All she wants is to get high. At
first it was just her paying me and we’d sit around here and
get high, but then her mum left her dad and…well, the funds
dwindled quickly and she was jinxing out wanting a hit. So, I passed
her around to those who did have the cash.” “So
you’re like her pimp,” Draco grinned. “Yeah.
That’s me,” Harry said. “The drug-dealing pimp of
Hogwarts. Harry Potter, nice to meet you.” Harry shook Draco’s
hand in jest and they laughed. “I never thought I’d end
up this way, Draco.” Harry said on a more serious note before
he put his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands in some sort
of remorseful way. “You’re
okay,” Draco said. “I’ve been through it, Harry.
You fight with yourself over wondering what good it is to use dope
and then still feel like shit.” “Exactly,”
Harry said looking to him. “That’s exactly it. But with
me, I just do it because I need a break from the stress of
everything. Classes, Dumbledore on my ass all the time about learning
some new crazy magical shit or…well, Voldemort and all that
crap. It’s always something else and using the dope helped at
first. And now…could I quit? I don’t know. I suppose I
could. But I’m not going to until after Voldemort is dead
because I don’t want to deal with it.” “That’s
an excuse,” Draco said. “You could quit. It’s
harder than hell and you’ll puke, sweat and scream for a week
after you quit, but…if that’s what you want to do.” “Well,
I can’t do it now,” Harry said. “Hell, I’ll
be drilling all week for some kind of fucked up plan they’ll
have for killing him and I’m in the middle of it. I’ll
just have to make time to make sure I’m not shaking or
sweating.” “I
could help you out,” Draco said. “What you need? Every
three hours? Four?” “I
can go five without being too bad,” Harry said. “If you
could make me up something here and pass it to me twice a day in the
hall or wherever that would be a lifesaver for me.” “I
can do that,” Draco said. “And…you
know, whatever you want here with this,” Harry motioned to the
bag of drugs. “Just take what you want.” “Fine,”
Draco said. “But where will you be during this training crap? I
don’t know where the rooms are.” “Let’s
hit this, rest for a minute and then I’ll take you to the three
rooms we use most often,” Harry said. Draco nodded and each
popped a vein and injected. They dropped the syringes on the crate
again and took a moment to relish in the high. “Want
to lay down for a bit?” Draco asked. “It’s after
midnight now so all the prefects will be patrolling and going back to
the dorms until one.” Harry nodded and they wobbled over onto
the mattress. Harry lay on his back and Draco crawled up from Harry’s
feet to lie on top of him. “Oh
god that feels good,” Harry said of Draco lying on him in their
nakedness. Harry rubbed Draco’s back and his hand slipped up
behind Draco’s neck but Draco was leaning to kiss him. Their
arms wrapped around the other while they kissed and enjoyed the sated
feeling of having had sex and their highs as they kissed on enjoying
their full skin contact. Within the kiss Draco moved over to bring
Harry on top of him as their tongues played together within the
heated confines of their mouths. Draco parted his legs and wrapped
them around Harry’s waist locking his ankles and making their
cocks rub against the other. “I’ve
got you,” Draco said of the hold. “Yes,
you do,” Harry said. It may have meant more and each suspected
that it did. “What will you do with me now that you have me?” “I
can think of all sorts of things to do with you,” Draco said in
his drug-induced state as he ran his hands through Harry’s
raven locks. “Your hair.” They both laughed. “What
the hell is up with your hair? It always looks like you’ve just
run sprints. Windblown. Careless.” “I
have no clue. I’ve tried everything with it,” Harry said.
“But your hair…” Harry let his fingers play in the
fine texture of the silken platinum crown. “It’s always
perfect.” Harry whispered. “I can always spot you
wherever you are by your hair. Everyone does I guess.” “So
are you saying you look for me?” Draco teased. “Well,
yeah. I never knew if you were lying in wait for me to attack me,”
Harry said. “Maybe
I was,” Draco said seductively. “You’ll never
know.” “I
will if you tell me you were,” Harry said. “So were you
waiting to attack me?” “That
depends on what you mean by attack you,” Draco said. “So
what does it mean?” Harry asked before he kissed Draco again to
the point of breathlessness. Harry kept kissing over his cheek and
down to his neck as Draco arched up making their bodies move
together. Harry ground down just a bit with his hips as he lightly
bit at the skin of Draco’s neck getting rewarded with a tiny
whimper. “Damn,
Harry,” Draco whispered with his eyes closed at feeling of
Harry’s warm tight body on him. Draco slipped his arms up
around Harry’s neck as Harry continued to kiss the milky white
flesh below him. “Oh god you feel so fucking good on me.”
Harry moved his hips just a bit with tiny thrusting motions sending
them both flying with the contact of their semi erections touching.
Harry gave a throaty moan onto Draco’s collarbone. “I
must have you,” Harry said. “But I can’t right
now.” Harry stopped and pulled up to look into Draco’s
eyes. “We need to get up and dress.” “You
have terrible timing,” Draco said with that sexy smirk. “Did
you know?” “I
suppose I do,” Harry said rolling over onto the mattress with a
flop onto his back. “But…I don’t want to ruin this
just yet.” “Ruin
what?” Draco asked and then thought for a moment. Draco rose to
prop up on an elbow. It had to be said sometime and now was just as
good as any. “What do you see happening between us?”
Harry shrugged. “I
don’t know. Do you see something?” Harry asked but his
eyes told all. There was a hope there. Draco nodded so slightly it
was barely movement. “Draco, what do you want? Are you…I
mean, do you want something more…like…an us or
something?” “I
could do that,” Draco said. “In fact, I don’t think
that would be too bad. You and me. What do you think?” “I
try not to think if at all possible,” Harry said. “But…yeah.
I might want to try that. So we’re talking about some type
of…well, relationship thing? Exclusively?” “I
suppose,” Draco said. “But you know that I’ll fall
in love with you and then I’ll have to kill you.” “Well,
yes. Of course I’d expect that,” Harry teased. “That’s
the way it has to be, right?” “Certainly,”
Draco said. “And
when I fall in love with you, am I expected to kill you as well?”
Harry asked. “I
think that would only be fair. Don’t you?” Draco asked
with humor. “I
guess,” Harry said. “So the first one who admits their
love to the other dies?” They both grinned at the other. “That’s
the rules,” Draco said. “Take it or leave it.” “You
know I’m a rule breaker,” Harry said. “Always have
been. So instead of telling you that I loved you, I could tell you
that I hate you.” “Fine.
And I’ll hate you, too,” Draco said. “Fine,”
Harry said. “Fine,”
Draco resounded. “We’re
fucked up,” Harry said. “What am I thinking? You’re
Draco Malfoy for Merlin’s sake.” “And
you’re Harry Potter,” Draco said as an insult. “Why
couldn’t you be someone else?” “Believe
me, I’ve tried,” Harry said. “It doesn’t
work. I hate being me. Why don’t you be someone else?” “Because
I’m simply perfect as I am,” Draco said blinking lightly
with that arrogant flair which was infamous. “You
are so adorable when you do that,” Harry said with a grin and a
short laugh. “I’ve watched you do that for years. I never
get over it.” “Of
course you don’t,” Draco said being just his Malfoy self.
“I’m a prize, Harry. Gorgeous and revered. Wanted by all
and feared by many. I am an exhalted angel but from the fiery depths
of hells flames.” “I
will admit that you are all that,” Harry said. “But now
you’re something else.” “And
what would that be?” Draco asked. “Mine,”
Harry said with finality. Draco’s heart almost skipped a beat.
“How does it feel to be the property of Harry Potter?” “I
am not one to be owned,” Draco said. “I never will be.
But you belong to me even though you don’t know it. I own you.” “Everyone
owns me,” Harry said shaking his head. “I’m public
property. Didn’t you know? Every wizard living thinks they hold
a piece of Harry Potter.” “Then
every wizard is wrong,” Draco said flatly with confidence.
“Because you are mine. Exclusively didn’t you say?” “I
do remember saying that, yes,” Harry said. “So that means
that you also are mine.” “I
suppose it does,” Draco said. “And what will the Weasel
and Granger say about your current situation with me? Or do we plan
to keep this little bit of information from them for a time?” “I
could care less,” Harry said. “I never speak to anybody
anyway. What do you want to do? You are with your house members much
more than I am. I stay here most of the time.” “Then
I could stay here with you,” Draco said. “If you’d
want that.” “You
know I do,” Harry said quickly. “But…what about
when we’re out in class or in the hallway? I don’t know
how everyone will react.” “Oh
I know how they’ll react,” Draco said. “Every
student and teacher at Hogwarts will freak out and have a massive
coronary. Think about it. Malfoy and Potter?” “Potter
and Malfoy,” Harry teased. They each laughed. “I get top
billing as always. It’s a fame thing.” “Shut
the fuck up,” Draco spat. “You’re nothing. You’re
just the luckiest son of a bitch I’ve ever known. Somehow you
squeak by and live every fucking year.” “And
you are exactly right,” Harry laughed. “It has nothing to
do with me. It’s all luck. Every bit of it. Somehow I live and
nobody believes me when I tell them that. Everyone is convinced that
I just can’t die. So…fuck it. One day I’ll die and
leave a bunch of open-mouthed onlookers. I wish I could see it, but
I’ll be dead.” “Don’t
talk about dying,” Draco said. “Do you realize that you
and I have never had sex? We have but we haven’t. So don’t
die until we can do that, okay?” “I’ll
do my best,” Harry said. “Would you be my first? I think
that would be so cool. To have you be my first. My enemy. A Death
Eater. Oh god I get chills just thinking about what a thrill that
is.” “It
won’t be in the Daily Prophet will it?” Draco asked and
Harry laughed. “Probably,”
Harry said. “You know everything I do gets into the newspaper.
Wonder what that headline would read?” “Harry
Potter finally gets nailed by Malfoy,” Draco laughed. “We’ll
work on that,” Harry said pulling Draco closer for a long, deep
kiss of pure affection. Harry wound his fingers through Draco’s
silken blond hair and for a few moments it felt like each was
breathing in life from the other alone. When the kiss ended Harry
rubbed his lips on Draco’s just to feel the softness of the
touch. “That’s so good.” Harry whispered onto
Draco’s lips. “I
can’t get enough of you,” Draco said taking another kiss
and surviving on it for nourishment of his whole self as everything
else washed from his mind but the taste of Harry…the feel of
him…the complete surrender into his hands which held Draco’s
face. When the kiss slowly came to an end both sets of eyes were
closed as they lay their foreheads together and reeled in this
togetherness. “I never want to leave this room ever again.” “I
know,” Harry whispered and then each pulled back a bit to look
at the other. It was overwhelming how far and how fast each was
falling into this thing. “We have to go. Tomorrow will come.”
Draco nodded. Each stood and dressed quickly. When they were both
dressed Harry reached out his hand and Draco took it. Harry led Draco
out of the room and down the corridors all the while checking for
Filch or anyone else patrolling the hallways. Harry took Draco to all
three rooms in which he’d been trained. Draco went through each
secret room noticing everything. Most were very large with only a few
chairs and padded mats. “So
you’ll be in one of these three rooms,” Draco restated.
Harry nodded. “I know where each of the bathrooms are nearest
here. Let’s setup a time for me to meet you in the bathroom
during the training.” “I
don’t know when they’ll start with me tomorrow,”
Harry said. “I may miss one class or I may miss them all. I
just don’t know.” “I’ll
watch for you,” Draco said. “I’ll patrol and find
out where you are. If you can somehow let me know which room it will
be good.” They numbered all three rooms and came up with a
plan, and eventually at almost three in the morning, they went back
to the hidden mattress room. “We need a name for this room.” “Name
it then,” Harry said as they sat on the crates again. “The
den,” Draco said. “This is our den.” “Fine.
The Lion’s den,” Harry grinned. “Hell,
no,” Draco said. “I’m no Gryffindor.” “Neither
am I,” Harry said. Draco laughed. “I’m not. I was
supposed to be in Slytherin.” “You?
A Slytherin? Don’t be daft,” Draco said. “You are
no Slytherin.” “Come
now, Draco. Use what you know,” Harry said as he poured the
powder into the spoon and started to heat it. Draco worked with the
syringes. “I met you before anybody at Hogwarts. Remember
Madame Malkins? I didn’t like you so when the sorting hat
wanted to put me in Slytherin I asked it to put me somewhere else so
it chose Gryffindor.” “You
liar,” Draco said. “And
I’m a parselmouth,” Harry said. “I have Voldemort’s
magic in me and he has my blood. I fought with a basilisk. I’ve
possessed a snake before and I’ve been possessed by a snake.
I’m surrounded with Slytherins half the time. I’m telling
you I am a snake.” “Holy
shit,” Draco whispered. “You are a Slytherin? For real
you are?” “I
am,” Harry said confidently as Draco drew up the last syringe.
“I’m sneaky and cunning just like you. We’re the
same, pal.” Harry gave that crooked grin and Draco tried to
breathe. “Hard to believe?” “Yes
and no,” Draco said taking the syringe and thumping a vein. “I
can see where you’d be Slytherin. I have never even considered
it before. But now that you say it…I guess it makes some sort
of fucked up sense.” Draco had plunged the needle and he tossed
it onto the crate with the others. Harry had finished and he lay his
down also. They each gave a moment for the intense high to take
effect. “Damn
that’s good shit,” Harry breathed with his eyes closed.
“Oh fuck.” “Hell
yeah,” Draco said as his mind reeled from the high. “Lay
down with me. But…I might need help.” They each tried to
stand and Harry fell back over the crate. Draco tried to laugh but
each was so high it hardly mattered. Somehow they managed to make it
to the mattress after a few minutes. “I’m fucked up,
Harry. I’m going to pass out.” “Fine.
Pass out. I’ll pass out with you,” Harry said. “Come
over here.” They rolled toward the other, wrapped their arms
around each other comfortably and within minutes they gave up to the
drug and were out. ********** “Draco,
wake up,” Harry said kissing his forehead. “We need to
get up. We only have a half hour until breakfast.” “Go
away,” Draco said and pulled the blanket over his head as he
rolled away. Harry chuckled. “You’re
not a morning person, are you?” Harry said kissing Draco’s
neck over and over again. Harry buried his face into the warmth and
licked up to Draco’s ear. “Oh
god yes,” Draco moaned. “Do that again.” Harry
licked up Draco’s neck and let his tongue trace the edge of
Draco’s ear again. “Wake
up. Come on,” Harry said, putting his arm around Draco and
squeezing him tightly for the contact. “Let’s
just stay here all day and roll around on the mattress,” Draco
said. “As
damn tempting as that is, I can’t,” Harry said. “I
could leave you here if you want, but…I have to go get
training to kill some evil guy. You understand.” “Oh
yes, I completely understand,” Draco drawled. “Stupid
Voldemort fucker is even interfering with my mornings.” Harry
lay back laughing. “Give me a hit of something this morning to
wake me up.” The pair roused and changed into the school robes
Harry had the house elf bring for them. Each went to the bathroom,
brushed their teeth and made themselves presentable. After grooming,
they sat at the crates. Harry pulled out a vial of the cocaine and
heated it up on the spoon. Draco drew up the syringes and each
thumped a vein and took the small dose to wake up a bit. “That’s
better. Okay. I think I can make it now.” “Damn,
I feel great,” Harry said. “We ready to go to breakfast?” “I’m
not hungry now,” Draco said pointing to the needle. “I
can’t eat after that.” “Well,
I can,” Harry said. “I’ll go on and you come later
so…well, nobody will know we spent the night in here together.
Unless you just want to do it in the Dining Hall on the breakfast
table.” “I
think I’ll wait,” Draco said with a grin. “Let’s
go. Damn, I don’t have my book bag or anything with me. I’ll
have to go to the dungeons and get it.” “Here,
I’ll call a house elf,” Harry said as he flicked a ball
of light and threw it at the wall. A house elf appeared almost
immediately. “Please get Draco’s book bag from his dorm
room and bring it to him here.” The house elf disappeared. “I’m
going. I’ll see you in the hallway today and I know I’ll
see you in a bathroom at some point in time.” Harry pulled
Draco up into an embrace and Draco took a long kiss before Harry left
out the exit slinging his bag over his shoulder. A bit later Draco
also left out of the newly named den heading toward the Dining Hall
practically dragging his book bag that the house elf had brought.
After a quick breakfast classes started as usual. Draco took note
that Harry had entered the Advanced Charms classroom with the other
students. At third period Harry was not with Ron or Hermione and
didn’t enter with them into Transfiguration. Draco checked his
watch. After third period class Draco went to the den and prepared
two syringes and headed out toward the Dining Hall as planned. Harry
entered with Dumbledore and a host of Aurors. After taking his normal
seat for a few minutes their gazes locked and Draco nodded. Harry
excused himself from the table and went down the hallway to the
bathroom to wait. Not much longer Draco entered and they took a stall
together. “I’m
shaking,” Harry said as he took off his belt and wrapped it
around Draco’s arm. Vein tapped and plunged. Harry took the
belt and wrapped his own arm quickly before giving himself the
injection. Each breathed a sigh of relief at having the drug again.
Syringes were magically flamed away quickly and they embraced for a
deep kiss of want. During the kiss to end all kisses the bathroom
door opened and Draco hopped up to stand on the toilet so that only
one pair of feet would be seen under the stall. “Harry,
you in here?” Ron asked. Harry grinned to Draco. “Yeah,”
Harry said. “What is it?” “I
was just…you know, checking on you,” Ron said. Harry
pointed to his arm to let Draco know that Ron knew. “I’m
fine,” Harry said. “I’ll be out in a minute.” “Yeah,
okay,” Ron said before he left the bathroom. “He’s
worried about you on a needle,” Draco said. Harry nodded. “He
knows,” Harry said. “But he’s one to talk. I get
him ludes when he wants them. Hermione would kill me if she knew Ron
was on pills. Fuck it.” Draco pulled Harry into another quick
kiss of longing to be together longer but Draco broke the kiss before
either of them wanted to. “You
need to go,” Draco said handing Harry his book bag. “Which
room are you using?” “Number
two,” Harry said. “I’ll be in there the rest of the
day. It’s almost one now. I’ll meet you in the bathroom
outside room two at five, okay?” “Fine,”
Draco said. “I’ll be there.” Harry gave another
quick kiss before he exited the stall and the room. Draco waited for
several minutes before he also left the room. Draco was walking the
hallway when Rod came over. “Hey,”
Rod said. Draco barely gave him notice. “What
now?” Draco asked as they walked. “Where’s
Harry? I wanted to get something from him,” Rod asked. “He’s
in training,” Draco said. “He’ll be there all day
probably until curfew.” “Draco,
man, I need something,” Rod said. “Help me out. I got the
cash.” “Can’t
do it,” Draco said. “Find Hemmlett in Ravenclaw. He’ll
hook you up.” “Thanks,”
Rod said before he skipped away in that direction. “I’m
not your dealer,” Draco whispered to himself and gave a soft
laugh as he went to his next class. After the last class of the day,
Draco headed to the den and prepared the next dose for each of them. Draco
only prepared the minimum amount necessary so that they were at least
functional. As a boost, Draco made them highballs mixing a bit of the
cocaine in with the Hiddle, which was the Wizarding world’s
answer to a low dosage heroin. The H was a depressant, but the coke
added a kicker making it a light cocktail of bliss. Draco was rather
proud of his accomplishment and he took the two syringes into his
robe pocket before he left the den. At five, Draco was waiting in the
bathroom as planned. Harry entered and locked the door before each
took the injection. “Higballing,”
Harry said after the drug took effect. “You know exactly what I
need. You rule, Draco.” “I
know I do,” Draco said. “I’m so damn good I amaze
myself.” They each gave short laughter and then proceeded to
grope and kiss the other until thoroughly breathless. “I’m
so sick of this crap,” Harry said of his day with the Aurors.
“It’s training and planning and all sorts of stupid shit
that won’t mean anything when in the actual situation. They
have no idea how Voldemort operates.” Harry slurred just a bit. “You
need to get a grip before you go back in,” Draco said. “You
need to act normally.” “Me?
Normal?” Harry asked. “What a joke. Besides, Albus, Lupin
and Snape all know I’m using anyway. I don’t care at this
point. I can’t quit right now but…I think I might after
this stupid shit with Voldemort is over. What do you think about
that?” “I
think I’d quit with you,” Draco said. “It’s
good, but…damn. You know what I mean. It’s a pain with
having to take doses during the day to keep up and not sweat or
shake.” “Yeah,
I know,” Harry said. “Well, I need to go. I’m going
to try every way in the world to get out of there quicker. I’m
staying in the den tonight and probably every night from now on until
the showdown.” “I’ll
be there,” Draco said before they shared another lip lock of
searing pleasure. Harry left and Draco did the same. Draco had two
assignments so he ended up in the library working alone for a while
until a shadow fell across his text. Draco looked up to see Seamus
Finnigan and Hermione Granger. “Malfoy,”
Seamus said in greeting. “Finnigan,
Granger,” Draco said before turning back to his page. Hermione
and Seamus exchanged a glance and each sat on either side of Draco
pinning him in. “Is there something I can do for either of you
since you’ve hemmed me up like some petty thief?” “Malfoy…um,
Draco, there are a few things I wanted to ask you,” Hermione
said with a tiny investigative grin. Draco gave that smirk. “Why
certainly, Hermione,” Draco said her name kindly. “Please
do so. I should be most interested in anything you have to say.”
Hermione gave a smile of victory a bit too soon. Draco looked to her
with seriousness. “It
has come to my attention that you may have spent some time with a
friend of mine,” Hermione said. “I’m
sure you have many friends. Is there one in particular of which you
speak?” Draco asked knowingly. “Yes,
there is,” Hermione said. “Do you perhaps know Harry
Potter?” Hermione teased. Draco would play along. “I
think I may have heard of him,” Draco said with heavy sarcasm
looking to his parchment briefly. When neither the investigators
asked further. Draco closed the books and put his parchment, ink and
quill back in his book bag. “Is there another question in my
near future? And why the interest in my social affairs?” “So
you’ve had social affairs regarding our mutual friend?”
Hermione asked with her kind but venomous smile. Draco smirked at her
pick up of his uncharacteristic slip. “Cut
the crap, Granger. What do you want to know?” Draco asked. “As
entertaining as this was at fourteen, I do have other things to do.
And where is the other counterpart to the new trio?” “Ron
is at Quidditch practice,” Seamus said. Draco nodded to that
information which he knew anyway. “Draco,
we know that Harry has his hidden room,” Hermione said. “Even
though he hasn’t shared with most people it’s specific
location, Seamus and I suspect that you were with Harry there.” “And
why on earth would you think that?” Draco asked not knowing
what they knew just yet but remaining that Malfoy calm aloofness to
the hilt. “I
have a cousin named Kendra,” Seamus said. Draco looked totally
unaffected this news. “She mentioned that she…well, that
she saw Harry and then she mentioned you.” Draco waited on more
of this proclamation. “And…you
are asking me what exactly? If I know this girl?” Draco asked
knowing full well it had nothing to do with Kendra. “No,
Draco. Listen, we are concerned about Harry,” Hermione said.
“He’s…well, he’s hardly ever at meals, he’s
thin and we know he using drugs, and sometimes he just disappears for
days.” Draco started to argue that Harry was not thin but that
his body was the finest thing Draco had ever seen. With a slight
twitch in his trousers, he decided against that bit of information. “Does
this involve me in some way?” Draco asked in mild irritation.
“There are other things I need to do today besides sit here and
be harassed over…whatever it is you are both trying to imply.” “Draco,
have you been with Harry?” Hermione asked. “In his
special room?” Hermione gave the challenge. “If
you want to know anything that Potter does, I suggest you ask him
yourself. Excuse me,” Draco said before he picked up his book
bag, left the table and walked out of the library. “That
was useless,” Seamus said slouching down in his chair. “Not
at all, Seamus,” Hermione said with a grin. “Draco never
denied being with Harry and we both know that Harry, Draco and Kendra
use the drug leading me to believe that the three of them may have
been together at some point. But we also know Draco is a Death Eater
and that is my concern. With Harry training with the Aurors and
having been tested on his strength recently, I am concerned that
something with Voldemort is expected soon. And with Draco as a DE
being with Harry recently, I can’t help but wonder what his
part is in all of it.” Seamus nodded as he and Hermione sat a
bit longer and discussed it. Draco
left the library and checking to make sure he wasn’t followed,
Draco went to the den and entered. Empty. “Damn,”
Draco checked his watch and it was just after seven. Draco sat with a
flop on the crate. He looked about the room and noticed the messiness
of it. With several flicks of his wrist Draco moved things around a
bit to tidy up and then scolded himself mentally for his domestic
surge. With a thought that there was no way to predict when Harry
would be back, Draco dropped his book bag and left the room again
heading toward the dungeons. When he turned through the main corridor
he spotted Ron and Harry speaking. Ron had just had Quidditch
practice and was wet due to the fine rain that had plagued the day.
Harry was sucking on a lollipop and Draco felt a tiny pang of
jealousy of the treat that swirled between those skilled lips. No one
important was in the hall so Draco walked toward them. When they
noticed Draco’s approach, Harry pulled the lollipop from his
mouth and stood upright. Noticing Ron’s glare at him, Draco
ignored it as he stepped up nose to nose with his raven-haired lover.
Draco smirked. “I
hate you, Potter,” Draco said and then noticed the lollipop
held up in Harry’s hand. With a streak of evilness, Draco
leaned over to take the pop into his mouth and took it from Harry’s
hand. Draco turned leaving them both standing wide-eyed. Draco
laughed silently to himself all the way toward the dungeon. Harry
snickered slightly at his empty hand where the lollipop had been. “I
hate you, too, Malfoy,” Harry called with a laugh down the
corridor. “Did
you see what he just did? Malfoy just put his mouth on that and took
it!” Ron whispered loudly. “He’s lost his mind.” “With
that I have no argument,” Harry said with a tiny grin. “I
can’t believe he just did that,” Ron said shaking his
head in bewilderment. “Damn. That was fucked up.” “I
agree,” Harry said strenuously. “But you know how he’s
always trying to get a rise out of me.” Harry inwardly
congratulated himself on the double meaning of that statement. “Yeah,”
Ron said. “Arrogant bastard. You coming to the Tower tonight?” “No,
I’ll be in my other room,” Harry said. “You
might need to lay off the dope for a while since you’re doing
that training and all that,” Ron said. “I
can’t, Ron,” Harry said. “It takes a week to detox
off the dope and I don’t have that kind of time right now.
Listen, the reason I’m doing this training is because there is
suspected activity in the next two weeks with Voldemort. Don’t
mention it to anybody. But that’s why the Aurors are here.
There is a plan in the works to take his sorry ass down. We know
where he’ll be and…well, this is it. Within two weeks I
think this will all be over.” “Holy
hell,” Ron said in dread. “Harry, are you ready for this?
I mean…you know. I know you’re highly trained and all,
but…this is a big thing.” “Yeah.
I’m ready,” Harry nodded. “I’ve never been
more ready and I want this over. You’ve been with me through
years of this shit, Ron, and…I’m tired of it. I can’t
tell you the details, but it will be soon. So, if I don’t show
up for classes or anything this week, you’ll know that I’m
either training or just not doing anything for a while.” “Harry,
the only thing is I don’t want you to be high when you go fight
the evil guy,” Ron said. “That just had to be said. I’m
not bitching at you for whatever you decide to do, but…just be
careful. You’re my best friend and I worry and all that crap.” “I
know you do,” Harry said. “But don’t. I’m
fine. And I think I’m…well, I’ve almost decided
that after this Voldemort crap is over I’m quitting on the
dope. It’s just a hassle anymore to keep up with it. I’m
not making any promises, but…I might want something different
after this is over.” “When
you say different, I can’t help but wonder what,” Ron
said. Harry grinned. “Or who.” “I
need to go,” Harry said. “Thanks for briefing me on the
plays for the team.” “We
play the Slytherins next,” Ron said. “Be on your best to
kick Malfoy’s ass.” “I’ll
be all over his ass,” Harry said as he turned to walk away with
a grin. “And I absolutely cannot wait.” Harry said
quietly to himself as he walked the corridor toward the den. Harry
entered to see Draco’s book bag there. Harry realized that
Draco was heading toward the dungeons and that it was nearing the
evening meal. Knowing that Draco would come to this room tonight,
Harry decided to head up to the Gryffindor Tower for a bit and look
over the Quidditch play book on the new plays he and Ron had
discussed briefly. When he’d reached the portrait hole of the
tower he entered the common room and looked about for Ron. Harry went
up the stairs to the dorm and stopped when he heard voices and one
particular word. “…with
Malfoy,” Hermione said. “So
what? Harry knows better than anybody what’s going on with
Voldemort,” Ron said. “And if Malfoy is trying to do
something with Harry, I bet Harry already knows it anyway.” “Ron,
Harry is using dope daily. What if…I don’t know,”
Seamus said. “What if Malfoy is just using the dope to get to
Harry first and then…maybe Malfoy will give him over to
Voldemort or something.” “Ron,
you have to admit that Harry has not been…well, normal even
for him since he’s been on the dope,” Hermione said.
“Malfoy is a Death Eater, Ron. You know the primary objective
of every Death Eater is one thing. Kill Harry Potter.” “What
about what happened in the hall then? With the lollipop?” Ron
asked. “That wasn’t a death threat, Herm. I don’t
know exactly what that was, but it didn’t look like Malfoy was
trying to harm Harry. In fact, it looked quite the opposite.” “Suppose
that’s the plan then? Malfoy getting to Harry with sex?”
Seamus said. “We know they both have fucked everything that
moves in this school.” “But
each other?” Hermione asked. “That hardly sounds like
either of them. They hated each other for years. I don’t think
they’d ever do that, Seam.” Harry gave a tiny grin at
Hermione’s comment and adjusted his trousers just thinking of
sex with Draco. “I
didn’t say they would. I just said maybe that’s the plan
with Malfoy,” Seamus said. “Listen. If Malfoy has a plan
to get to Harry then what better way than to use the two things Harry
does most? Drugs and sex. He’s becoming pathetic. That’s
all Harry is anymore.” That comment hurt but Harry never moved. “Don’t
say that about Harry,” Ron said in a huff of anger over his
friend. “I won’t have you talk about him like that,
Seamus. Harry is on the dope and…well, I think he might just
give it up soon.” “Did
he say that?” Hermione asked excitedly. “I
talked to him for a bit and, well…I just think he might be
tired of it,” Ron said. “But even if he don’t give
it up, he’s still my friend and I’d do anything for Harry
and you both know that.” “Of
course we do. That’s why we’re talking about it in the
first place,” Seamus said. “I didn’t mean to say
anything bad about him, Ron, but is Harry capable of seeing the truth
about Malfoy if he’s high and screwing around all the time? I
know what it’s like to be on dope and I missed a lot of things
around me because I was blinded with it.” “Harry
hardly speaks to me anymore,” Hermione said sadly. “Our
classes are so different this year, he never comes to the library,
and he’s never at any meals, so…I never see him. I never
thought it would be like this.” Harry was hurt a bit by her
admission. “You
know he’s got that training and everything else, Herm,”
Ron said. “He’s under tremendous stress right now.
So…let’s just…not talk about it anymore.” “Fine
with me. Hermione, could you help me with that Transfiguration
assignment? I only need help with the diagram part,” Seamus
said. “Sure,
I’ll get my notes,” Hermione said. Harry quickly
descended the stairs and had just cleared the common room portrait
when Hermione came from the boys’ dorm room to get her notes.
Harry walked down the corridors heading back toward the den when he
spotted that blonde hair up ahead. “Draco!”
Harry called. The platinum haired Adonis halted and turned to see
Harry walking quickly toward him with a grin. “Where
have you been?” Draco asked when Harry came closer and they
began to walk stride for stride. “I
could ask you the same thing,” Harry said. “I saw your
book bag in the room.” “I
was there, but I decided to go to the dungeon for a bit,” Draco
said. “I brought Vodka.” Draco wiggled his eyebrows. “Planning
on getting me drunk and having your way?” Harry teased. “You’ve
found out my dastardly plan,” Draco teased in return. Harry
laughed. “From
what I hear your plan is to seduce me and bring me to Voldemort,”
Harry said. Draco gave a head tilt. “Have
you been speaking with Hermione and Seamus?” Draco asked. Harry
gave the head tilt. “Not
so much speaking as overhearing,” Harry said. “I just
came from Gryffindor Tower where I happened to catch a bit of the
conversation between Ron, Seamus and Hermione about you.” “I
can imagine all the nice things they were saying,” Draco
drawled with his Malfoy sarcastic tone. “They keep close tabs
on you.” “They
do,” Harry laughed. “But it seems that they are aware of
you as well. They knew that you haven’t been in the Slytherin
dorms in several days….or nights.” “I
see,” Draco said. “Hermione and Seamus cornered me in the
Library today and asked me if I had been to your hidden room. It
seems that Kendra is relations with Seamus.” “They
are cousins,” Harry said. “Did Kendra tell Seamus you
were with me?” “I’m
not sure, but I think she may have mentioned seeing you and seeing me
in the same day which automatically puts Granger on the case,”
Draco said. “She’s the investigator of the trio, I see.” “She
always has been when it comes to me,” Harry said. “I’m
like their entertainment package. What will that crazy Harry Potter
do next?” “They’re
worried about you,” Draco said. “I
know they are,” Harry said. “I bet Ron is more worried
since that little stunt you pulled with my lollipop.” The pair
laughed as they entered the den. “What in the world possessed
you to do such a thing?” “You
standing orally fixated in the hallway and you have to ask?”
Draco asked. “It was a moment of uncontrolled delusional
insanity. I couldn’t take it. I was helpless.” “So
I make you helpless?” Harry asked in his sexy voice slinking
his arms around his counterpart. Draco moved his hands up Harry’s
firm muscled arms and wrapped around his neck before he placed a
small kiss there. “Now
who’s helpless?” Draco whispered onto Harry’s lips
before the hungry kiss of want of the other. Harry strengthened his
grip around Draco’s perfectly lithe body and pulled him as
close as possible as they kissed. Harry slid one hand down to cup
Draco’s buttock and pull him forward just a bit so that their
erections were evident. The movement made Draco give a tiny whimper
into the open mouthed kiss before Harry pulled back slightly. “Now
who’s helpless?” Harry whispered onto Draco’s lips
before he gave one other tiny kiss there. “I
am,” Draco whispered looking into the fiery emerald eyes that
had captured him. Harry’s tiny grin was a triumphant one but
Draco could have cared less. “Do you always win?” Draco
asked with a tiny grin of his own. “Yes,”
Harry said. “Always.” “I
believe you,” Draco said softly. “Let’s get high
and have sex.” “Fine
with me,” Harry said loosening his grip on the one he held and
they took the crates. “What do you want? I have a buffet of
illegal substances.” “What
do you have, my dear?” Draco asked. “Anything
you want,” Harry said. “ Name it and I can have it within
the hour.” Harry crossed his arms with the challenge. “Just
give me something to shove in my vein before I have a fit,”
Draco said. Harry gave a small seated bow. “Your
wish is my command,” Harry said as he opened the drawstring bag
and pulled out the Hiddle packet and a vial of coke. Skilled hands
heated the substance in the spoon and Draco prepared the needles. The
drug was drawn up, veins were bulging and the injections were given
to each. Both gave heavy sighs and gave a moment of silence through
the first part of the intense high. “Oh
god that’s so good,” Draco said of the highball. Draco
closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the stone wall. “That
was good,” Harry said. “But I know something I want
that’s even better.” Harry gave Draco the look of
animalistic want. Each reached out a hand to the other and stood.
Somehow amid the kiss they ended up on the mattress fumbling with
buttons and zippers. Slowly each piece of clothing was removed as
kisses were placed on newly revealed skin. “As
much as I want to be your first, Harry, I want you to top,”
Draco said. “I want to feel you inside me before I lose my mind
wanting you.” “Nothing
would please me more,” Harry said reaching to the side of the
bed for a condom and lube. Package ripped, condom applied and
lubricant warmed in his hand, Harry trailed sloppy wet kisses down
over Draco’s chest and abdomen so slowly Draco thought he was
being tortured. “For
Merlin’s sake, Harry, please hurry,” Draco begged. “No,
I’m making this last as long as I can,” Harry said with a
grin. “All those years, Malfoy, that you were so brutally mean
to me and this is what you get in return. This is my revenge.” “You
are so fucking evil,” Draco grinned. “Voldemort has
nothing on you.” Harry gave a soft laugh before he allowed only
the tip of his tongue to trace up along Draco’s pleading shaft.
Draco was whimpering from need and thrashing his head on the pillow
at Harry’s slow teasing torture of his body for such a long
time. Harry decided to be merciful and divulge Draco in pleasure at
once. With a quick motion Harry landed the lubrication on Draco’s
puckered ass and plunged a finger inside at the same time Harry slid
down Draco’s entire length with his mouth hot wet mouth. Draco
screamed at the overload of sensation. “Evil! Evil! Fucking
evil bastard!” Draco whined at his erotic torture. “I
can stop if you want,” Harry teased. “You
stop and I’ll fucking kill you,” Draco breathed. Harry
continued the skill with his mouth on Draco’s hard flesh while
continuing the movements of his fingers on Draco’s ass gently
stretching him but giving the fullness of pleasure by hitting the
spots that make Draco crazy with need. “Holy shit…you’re
incredible,” Draco breathed as his mind threatened
unconsciousness from the overload. Harry had skills that would make a
hooker blush and Draco was the recipient of many talents Harry
possessed at the moment. When Harry could easily enter Draco’s
body with four fingers and lube he pulled up from with his mouth. “I
have never known anybody that could do the things you do.”
Draco gave Harry the amazed look. “That’s
not all I can do,” Harry said softly with an evil grin. “Feel
this.” Harry pushed his fingers inside Draco again and sent a
force of magic through his body wandlessly. The wash of complete
erotic bliss was over powering and Draco moaned as the little waves
and tingles of magic floated through him.
“Oh
fuck,” Draco tried to breathe but his body trembled slightly at
the overpowering sexual feelings and sensations Harry was giving.
“Harry…please…I can’t take much more.” “I
think you can,” Harry whispered onto Draco’s skin as he
pushed his fingers inside again and sent the magical tiny orgasmic
waves. Never relenting with his warm mouth on Draco’s flesh,
Harry gave the tiny electrical thrusts into Draco’s body many
times until Draco could take no more. “Please,
god, please…Harry…please no more…I can’t
take it…I’m dying here,” Draco breathed. Harry
would have laughed but he was enjoying his torture of the pale one
below him. “Harry, please…I want you so bad, please…fuck
me…come on…” “And
why should I do that when I’m having so much fun doing this?”
Harry sent a hard wave of the magical orgasmic wave through Draco’s
body which made Draco’s cock twitch and throb hard. Draco
screamed with a moan again and Harry just knew that Draco was about
to cry from need so he relented. “But I think I do need to be
inside you.” “Yes,
oh god yes, please do that,” Draco said quickly. “And
fuck me hard and fast because I’m about to explode.” With
one last draw of his fingers, Harry eased his hard cock inside the
hot depth of Draco’s body and set a long slow gentle motion
that moved deeper with each thrust. Draco’s eyes rolled back
into his head as Harry leaned over him and wrapped Draco’s legs
around him. Harry kept up the slow deep thrusts as he began to kiss
and place tiny bites over Draco’s cheek and neck. “Are
you sure this isn’t better? Slow and deep?” Harry said
seductively as he reached Draco’s collarbone with his kisses. “You
know this isn’t just sex, Harry,” Draco whispered with a
grin wrapping his arms around Harry and kissing his shoulder as the
slow meaningful pace continued driving him incoherent with lack of
thought. Harry kissed up Draco’s neck to his ear. “You’re
right. It’s not,” Harry whispered onto the
moonlight-flavored skin of the one receiving all his ministrations.
After so long of this excruciatingly slow session, Draco could hardly
tell if Harry was giving magic or if it was only Harry’s touch
creating the sensations throughout his body. Draco’s mind was
spinning and the words wanted to form in his mouth but they were lost
at each touch of Harry’s lips on his own. “Oh god you
feel so good wrapped around me. I could do this for hours.”
Draco whimpered at the though of this sweet torture for much longer. “You
are simply…the best…oh god…Harry, you’re
wonderful,” Draco said with breath only not even knowing if the
words could be heard or if they were even said. Draco’s eyes
slipped closed several times during Harry’s warm kisses and
slow entreatments into his body. Harry pulled up just a bit and gave
low growling moans as his own orgasm was approaching. “I
can give you more than you’ve ever had, Draco,” Harry
said in that sexy voice. With a slight readjust Harry pulled Draco’s
leg up and pushed even deeper into his body several times. Harry
cupped Draco’s scrotum and with each thrust into his body Harry
sent small waves of the tingling magic through his balls that shot
straight up through his cock. “I can make you come without ever
touching you.” Draco was nearing the edge of explosion. “Harry,
please…oh god I’m begging you…please end this. I
can’t take much more of you,” Draco said. “I
surrender …just please oh god please…this is torture.” “Then
I’ll end your torture,” Harry said. “Are you ready
for the most mind blowing orgasm you’ve ever had?” Draco
thought he may have cried at that point but he nodded since he was
incoherent to speak. Harry’s hands felt like molten lava
touching his skin. “Hold on, my dragon. I’m about to take
you where you’ve never been.” Draco knew tears were in
his eyes as Harry began to move and push deeper as his pace
increased. Harry’s hand slid over Draco’s cock and began
to stroke it in perfect rhythm. Harry
pushed hard with his thumb on the backside of Draco’s cock each
time he stroked it. When Draco was panting hard and his orgasm was
imminently on the way Harry thrust hard several times. At the
beginning of Draco’s release Harry slipped his thumb under
Draco’s testicles and sent a hard wave of magic up through him
that shot from his body with his hot sticky semen. Draco’s back
arched with the searing electric pulse exiting through his cock as he
screamed. Harry could also feel that electricity through Draco’s
body and he growled several times with the last of his thrusts. He
let out a low groan in the form of Draco’s name as he came hard
and both gave a violent tremble at the orgasms they’d shared.
For several moments each stilled to catch their ragged breaths still
holding on to the other. “Oh
my god,” Draco breathed in his unfocused half lidded state of
mush. “That was by far the most incredible thing that’s
ever happened to me. I don’t think I can move.” Harry
pulled himself from Draco’s body, removed and threw out the
condom and evaporated it before lying on Draco again and kissing his
neck. “And that wasn’t sex, Harry.” Draco accused. “I
told you it wasn’t,” Harry kissed up Draco’s neck,
over his cheeks to his lips where he claimed a deep kiss. When the
kiss ended Harry gently let the tip of his tongue skim the bottom of
Draco’s stilled lip. “That was me making love to you. Did
you enjoy it?” “Enjoy?”
Draco grinned. “Enjoy is a small meaningless word to how much
that meant to me. And nobody could ever make me feel that way but
you.” “That’s
because nobody can do that but me,” Harry said resting and
lying on Draco with his elbows on each side of Draco’s head as
Harry ran his fingers through Draco’s hair. “Where
did you learn to do such things?” Draco asked. “I
know lots and lots of crazy fucked up shit,” Harry said. “I
have had training from the best wizards in the world, Draco. And, if
I’m not too bold to say that I am one of them. I create my own
spells and uses for them now. I’ve just had no one to share
them with.” “You’ve
never used those spells on anyone else?” Draco asked in some
type of complimented way. Harry shook his head. “Why not?” “Because
I didn’t want anyone to fall in love with me,” Harry
teased. “And after that can you honestly say that someone
wouldn’t?” Harry laughed and Draco joined him. “Can
you imagine my horror if I had given that to everyone in the school?” “You’re
lying,” Draco could tell and Harry bowed his head sheepishly. “I
only wanted to share that with someone I…um… Harry
stopped. “Hated.” Draco laughed softly and then realized
what Harry had really meant by that admission. The closeness between
them in body was nothing compared to what they’d forged so
quickly with their hearts. But Draco couldn’t say the words and
he wasn’t sure Harry wanted to hear them. “You’re
an ass, Potty,” Draco drawled while he gently tugged that pesky
raven lock of hair behind Harry’s ear. “And
you’re a pain, ferret,” Harry said softly.
“And
at this rate I don’t think I’ll ever be your first
because I’ll want this every time,” Draco teased. “I’ll
take my chances,” Harry grinned. “Do
you know how fucking good you are? Do you have any idea how
remarkable of a lover you are?” Draco asked. “I’m
serious. Do you know?” “I
never…I mean, I don’t…I just have sex with others
and it means nothing,” Harry said. “I’ve only made
love to one other person in my lifetime. And that person died. So, I
can’t answer that question. But I can tell you enjoyed it and
that’s what is important to me.” “Who
was it? Who was this other lucky individual?” Draco asked. “I
can’t say,” Harry said. “You wouldn’t
understand.” “Try
me,” Draco said. “Nothing you could say would deter me
from you. I know almost everything about you anyway. I’ve lived
with you for practically seven years. Tell me who it was.” “Sirius,”
Harry said. Draco gave a head tilt. “Sirius Black.” “Your
godfather?” Draco asked softly. Harry nodded. “But…he
was…I mean…” “I
know. It sounds weird, but…I had talked to him about me being
gay or bisexual or whatever I am and he…he understood,”
Harry said. “And I was such a wreck after the Tri-Wiz
Tournament and I turned to him for guidance on such matters. And it
wasn’t like he was some perverted child molester. I was the
initiator because I wanted to know things. And you know I always get
my way.” “Yes,
you do,” Draco admitted. “So he taught you much.” “Yes,
he did,” Harry said. “Sirius had always been attractive
and had a natural flirty way with women and men. I knew that he was
known to be a remarkable lover, so I wanted to cash in on my good
fortune at having such knowledge at my fingertips. He showed me
things. I learned.” “You’re
the master,” Draco said. “When
Sirius died, I almost lost my mind,” Harry said. “I miss
him so much. He and Professor Lupin had been lovers for years.” “Lupin?
You’re kidding,” Draco said. “I never would have
suspected he was gay.” “Lupin
and I had a very difficult time after Sirius died,” Harry said.
“He never said he blamed me for Sirius’ death, but…it
was my fault. Solely mine. And I may never get over that. But Lupin
and I had several very nasty fights and I was…well, I wanted
him to tell me that it was my fault for some reason. And he never has
said it. That eats me alive that he won’t say it.” “That’s
because it wasn’t your fault,” Draco said. “I know
what happened with Sirius falling through the Dias after Bellatrix
hit him with a spell.” “But
he’d never been there if it weren’t for my foolishness,”
Harry sounded saddened. “That’s why I can’t make
any more mistakes, Draco. When I make a mistake, others die. So I
have to be very careful of what I do around others. That’s why
I stay alone a lot.” “That’s
bullshit,” Draco said. “You are only one wizard, Harry.
Even though you are who you are, others have minds of their own.
Don’t feel responsible for the entire Wizarding world.” “Aren’t
I?” Harry gave the raised eyebrows question. “Aren’t
I responsible for the entire Wizarding world? Is it not my job to rid
us all of Voldemort? You know it is. So don’t give me the
bullshit by telling me it’s not so.” “So
kill him. Or don’t. It doesn’t matter if you do or not,”
Draco said. Harry gave the questioning look of disbelief. “If
you kill him that’s great. If not then there are others to
fight him. So don’t worry about it. Tomorrow will come
regardless of what you do and there will always be someone coming up
to take his place anyway.” “Are
you saying that I should just lighten up and take it easy then?”
Harry asked. “Something
like that,” Draco used Harry’s favorite thing to say. “I
feel so good right now. You’re lying here on me and I’m
warm and sated with a lingering of just a bit of a high. Oh god it’s
pure bliss.” “I
feel good, too,” Harry said laying his forehead on Draco’s.
“I’ve not felt this good in…well…I can’t
remember. Years, I guess.” “We’ve
missed the evening meal,” Draco said with his eyes closed. “And
you know Granger will notice that you and I are neither in
attendance.” “Yes,
she will,” Harry said. “But they don’t know where
this room is.” “You
never showed Ron or Hermione this room?” Draco asked in shock. “Why
do you think I have this room? To get away from people,” Harry
said. “There are only a handful of people who know this place.” “Well,
I know it’s here. Kendra, Danny, Rod, Troy, Dylan and Nyman,”
Draco said. “Anyone else?” “Seamus,”
Harry said. Draco shook his head in dread. “But he won’t
show Ron and Herm. Seamus used to get high with me until he stopped
using. He and I used to shoot up about six grams a day.” “That’s
too much, Harry,” Draco said. “That was last year at the
end of the year wasn’t it?” Harry nodded. “You
looked awful. I remember it.” “I
did. I was pathetic,” Harry said. “But I cut back and
even quit for about six months.” “And
you started back? Why?” Draco asked. “I’m
stupid,” Harry said. “I had been in this room for about
four days and nights just…sleeping and sitting here alone. So,
I took off to London, got some dope and came back in this room and
didn’t leave for four more days.” “That
was around September wasn’t it?” Draco asked. “We’d
only been back in school for about three weeks.” “Yeah.
That was it,” Harry said. “How did you know that?” “I
was watching,” Draco said. “You’re very notable and
when you don’t show up to class for a week, I get suspicious.
What did the teachers say?” “Nothing,”
Harry said. “Nobody said a single word to me about being gone
except Ron, Hermione and Seamus.” “Nobody
said anything? Nothing?” Draco asked. “What
are they going to say?” Harry asked. “I do what I want
around here. Nobody gives a damn about me just as long as I take down
Voldemort. That’s it for me, Draco. I get away with anything
because nobody wants to piss me off. Nobody cares for me, they want
Harry Potter to kill the evil guy.” “That’s
not true,” Draco said. “It
is true,” Harry nodded. “Can you honestly say that
Dumbledore doesn’t know that I’m shooting up? Of course
he does. So does everyone else. Ask anybody in the school and they’ll
tell you what a fuck up I am. And they don’t care if I keep
myself happy just as long as I do what they want. That’s all it
is.” “That’s
not true, Harry,” Draco said. “Everyone loves you.” “There’s
a difference,” Harry said. “Nobody loves me. Everyone
wants what they can get from me. Kendra wants dope because I have it.
My team wants me to get that damn snitch so I do it. Dumbledore
wanted me to learn to fight, so I did it. The world wants me to take
down Voldemort, and I’ll do that, too. And everyone will say
how much they love me. And they don’t. They’ll just be
glad that they didn’t have to do it.” “I
never knew you felt that way,” Draco said. “It’s
not how you appear.” “Appearances
are deceiving,” Harry said quietly. “If you’re
hungry I can have a house elf bring us some dinner.” “If
you want some,” Draco said. “But I could just lie here
with you for the rest of the night and be happy.” “Someone
will knock after the meal,” Harry said. “I just know it.
This is Tuesday and the Ravenclaws always have some sort of common
room gathering on Tuesday nights.” “That
sounds exciting,” Draco said dully. “The
Ravenclaws are all on pills, I think,” Harry said. “They
study so much that they need some kicker to keep them awake. Hell, I
did have about fifteen of them buying pills from me before the first
half finals before Christmas.” “How
many people do you sell to now?” Draco asked. “None,”
Harry said. “I stopped selling. I was only getting stuff for my
sex buddies and me. But I’m not fucking around anymore, so…” “How
loyal of you,” Draco teased. “Pride
of the fucking Lions. The ever-loyal Gryffindor git. Isn’t that
what you used to call me?” Harry asked. “It
was before I knew you were a Slyth,” Draco said. Harry rolled
over onto the mattress and stilled. “Our
match is coming up on Saturday,” Harry said. “I
know,” Draco said. “Weird isn’t it? We’ll be
playing against each other again. And as usual I’ll lose.” “I
told you I’d let you win,” Harry said. “And
I told you I didn’t want you to,” Draco said. “That’s
not fair to me.” “What
sorts of things can you do wandless?” Harry asked turning over
to look at Draco. Each lay on the pillows facing. “Can you cast
and summon?” “I
can summon fine, but on casting I can only do simple spells,”
Draco said. “I was taught by Celius Fogmore.” “I
knew him,” Harry said. “I worked with him in fourth year
a bit when I was first learning. He’s a decent teacher but
Dumbledore is much better.” “I
only started learning last summer,” Draco said. “Then
when he was killed, my training stopped and I haven’t learned
anything since.” “I
could teach you,” Harry said. “I have mastery levels.
I’ve completed that training already.” “Mastery
levels? There’s no way. That takes at least four years,”
Draco said. “Draco,
I have abilities others don’t,” Harry said with a grin.
“I learn quicker than the average student and that ability
increases each year. My magical strength is higher than Dumbledore’s
or Voldemort’s.” “What
level are you?” Draco asked. “You have been tested,
haven’t you?” “All
the time,” Harry said. “I’m a level thirty nine.” “There
is no fucking way,” Draco said shaking his head. “No way
you are at level thirty nine.” “I
am a level thirty nine. I was just tested not too long ago. In fact
it was the in the afternoon we first kissed,” Harry said. Draco
was touched that Harry had remembered it so clearly as he had. “You
are that strong?” Draco asked impressed. Harry nodded.
“Amazing. You’re something else.” “Don’t
do that,” Harry said. “I’m not anything. I just
have stuff I can do. Have you ever been tested?” “No,”
Draco said. “But I am a bit stronger than other students in our
year.” “Would
you like for me to test you?” Harry asked. “There’s
a testing stone here at Hogwarts in room one.” “Could
we do that?” Draco asked very interested. “We won’t
get in deep shit will we?” “Me?
I never get in trouble,” Harry said. “I run this place.”
They each gave a laugh at the truthfulness of it. “We could go
now if you want. I’m not high now.” “Me,
either,” Draco said. “Yeah. Let’s go see what level
I’m on. That would be interesting I think.” The pair
stood and dressed quickly in their non-school clothing. Each took a
quick trip to the bathroom to clean up a bit with water, soap and
spells before standing in the room again. “There’s
something I wanted to ask you.” “Fine.
What is it?” Harry asked. “Your
friends,” Draco said. “Hermione is ever watchful and
Seamus and Ron…well, I think they are watching us anyway.
So…do you want to like…maybe tell them that…you
and I are…well…” “Sure,”
Harry said. “In fact, we could take them to room one with us if
you want and tell them there. If that’s what you want to do.
And how much longer until everyone knows?” “With
you being holed up with training and staying here all the time,
nobody sees us together much,” Draco said. “My house
members are used to me never being around anyway, so they would never
question my whereabouts. The only ones that might need to know are
Ron, Hermione and Seamus for the moment.” “I
agree. I’ll get them from the Gryff Tower and bring them to
room one,” Harry said. “The password for room one is
‘fending sight.’ And we’ll meet you there in a half
hour. Is that good?” “Fine.
I’ll be there,” Draco said. Harry pulled Draco in for a
deep kiss before he let go slowly and the kiss ended. “Oh god
you kiss so good.” “Ron
taught me,” Harry said. Draco’s eyes widened and Harry
laughed. “He
did not,” Draco laughed. “I
swear to you he did,” Harry said. “Ron is known for his
kissing ability. I was awful, so he taught me to kiss. That’s
true. I swear it.” “Oh
my god,” Draco said. “You kiss like a Weasel then.” “You
weren’t complaining,” Harry said. “And
you’ll never hear me complain,” Draco said. “You
know how it is with kissing. Each person is different,” Harry
said. “Although I’ve never kissed much. It was always too
personal for me to share with just anyone.” “I
agree,” Draco said. “Are we ready?” The pair left
the room and at the split, Draco went toward room one and Harry set
off in the direction of Gryffindor Tower where the three he sought
would most likely be. Upon entering the common room, Harry noticed
the three in question near the fire studying Charms work. “Hey,”
Harry said as he sat with a grin and a flop in the high backed chair.
“I was looking for the three of you.” “You
were looking for the three of us?” Ron asked. “I
think that’s just what I said,” Harry grinned wider and
the three were suspicious. “What
is up with you?” Hermione said in her investigative way.
“Strange lately.” “You
have no idea just how right you are,” Harry said. “And I
know things about all three of you and you are wondering about me
lately. I have it on high authority that at least two of you have
been questioning some recent acquaintances of mine.” Harry
looked to Seamus and Hermione. “Listen,
Harry, we were just trying to…” Seamus started. “Don’t
worry about it,” Harry grinned. “Are you about finished
with that?” Harry motioned to the homework. “Yeah.
We just finished,” Ron said. “Why?” “I
would like for the three of you to come with me for a bit,”
Harry said. The three looked to each other and then to Harry on the
highly unusual request. “Why?”
Hermione asked in dread. “I
just want to blow your mind,” Harry said. “And that has
nothing to do with any drug use or any illegal substance. I want you
to know something and I can think of no better way than to show you.” “You’re
scaring me,” Seamus said. Harry laughed. “I
might just do that,” Harry said. “So? Are you coming?” “I…I
suppose,” Hermione said cautiously. “Don’t
worry. I’m not planning on getting any of you in trouble or
anything,” Harry said. “This is just for…research
purposes.” “Research
on what?” Ron asked. “Me,”
Harry said. “And…well, just come with me and I’ll
show you something that you never thought possible. And I hope you
don’t pass out when you see it.” “What
is it?” Hermione asked. “Just
come with me and I’ll show you,” Harry stood and walked
to the portrait hole. The other three were looking at each other.
“Come on.” Harry motioned to the door. The three stood
and followed Harry out of the portrait hole and down the corridor. “You
are acting so damn strange,” Seamus said. “And…you’re
not high.” “Right
you are,” Harry said. “I have been, but not right now. I
have things to do and I wanted to make sure you all knew I was in my
right mind. Well, as right as I do get for me.” Harry gave a
smile to the three who returned it. “Harry,
Ron told us something very strange about Malfoy and a lollipop,”
Hermione said. Harry burst into laughter. “Yes,
that’s true,” Harry said. “He did take my
lollipop.” “And…what
was up with that?” Ron asked. “Have you talked to Malfoy
since then?” “Yeah,”
Harry said shortly offering nothing else. “And
what did he say?” Seamus asked. “That was strange
behavior for him. Don’t you think?” “No,”
Harry said and gave each of them a small odd look before turning the
next corner. “Where
are we going?” Hermione asked. “Training
room number one,” Harry said. “I’m giving each of
you a test.” “A
test? A test of what?” Hermione panicked over a test she hadn’t
studied for. “Your
magical strength,” Harry said. “Why?”
Ron asked. “I’m
nosey and nobody tells me no,” Harry laughed. “You’ll
do fine. Don’t worry about it.” The four came up to the
tapestry and stopped. “Now, I just want you to know that you
are all three my very good friends. Right?” “Right,”
Hermione answered for all three of them. “And
anything I share with you all is personal and confidential. Right?”
Harry asked. “Yeah,
sure,” Seamus said. Harry nodded. “Fine,”
Harry said before he gave the password and all four entered to see
Draco standing and leaning up against the far wall. “I’m
here.” “I
see that,” Draco said. “Ron, Hermione, Seamus.”
Draco greeted them. The three looked to Draco and then to Harry. “What
is Malfoy doing here?” Seamus asked. “Draco,
come over here a moment,” Harry said holding out his hand.
Draco came over to take it. The three were giving wide-eyed looks.
“Draco and I are…we um…we’re together.
We’re lovers. We wanted to share that with you since you all
three seem so hell bent on investigating each of us.” “You
are not,” Ron said. “Yes,
we are,” Draco said. “Very much so. And thanks, Ron.”
Harry laughed and put his arm around Draco. “Shut
up,” Harry told Draco. “So? Hermione I know you are
thinking that Draco is a DE and he has some plan to bring me to
Voldemort. But I expect that sort of thinking from you because that’s
the way you are. And it’s a good thing that you are always
thinking that way because it’s saved my ass plenty of times.
But I am an Occlumens and I know truthfulness in others and Draco has
no intent toward me at all. I have access to Veritaserum if you’d
like to use it.” “No,
I was just concerned for you, Harry,” Hermione said. “And
Seamus, you were okay,” Draco said. “That was months ago
and I think we were both high, but…you cannot imagine what
it’s like with Harry. I thought I was good, but I’m
nothing compared to what he can do.” “You’re
so sweet,” Harry said. “I want to test all of you on the
stone. Seamus, you first.” “Why
me first?” Seamus said. “Didn’t
you just ask me the other night at what level you might be?”
Harry asked. “I decided to let you know. Come on.” “Wait,
I want to see you kiss Malfoy first,” Seamus said. “No
complaint here,” Harry said pulling Draco over for a wrapped up
embrace of a deep kiss that left them both almost panting. “Oh
god you’re so damn good. And Seamus, why didn’t you tell
me Draco was so damn good months ago?” “The
whole school knows that, Harry,” Ron said with a laugh. “Excuse
me, I don’t get out much,” Harry said letting go of
Draco. “Don’t you go anywhere,” Harry told Draco.
“Seamus, come on.” Harry put Seamus on the stone and
explained to them how to push with magic. Harry let them all practice
for a few moments and then Seamus was ready. “When I give the
incantation then you begin to push as the draw starts. Ready?”
Seamus nodded and Harry flicked his wrist with the incantation. The
others watched as Harry gauged the meter. When Seamus was finished he
was on level eleven. “Eleven?
Damn,” Seamus said. “I thought I’d be higher than
that.” “Seamus,
do you have your wand?” Harry asked. Seamus pulled it out.
“Send me the strongest stun you have.” “What?
Now?” Seamus said.
“No,
in ten years. Yes, now, stupid,” Harry said as he spread his
arms out waiting. “Well? Do it.” “Are
you going to deflect it?” Seamus asked. “No,”
Harry said. “Just do it.” “Why?”
Seamus asked. “Just
send me the damn spell before I get all bezerk on your ass,”
Harry said. “Now do it before I send you one.” “Fine,”
Seamus said as he raised his wand. Seamus sent the hardest stun he
could and it hit Harry but Harry hardly looked as if he felt it.
“Didn’t that hurt you?” “Hell
no,” Harry said. “I’m on automatic defense. I’ll
explain it to you sometime. I wanted to see how much power you had.
You’re okay. Ron, you next. Get on the stone.” “Bossy,”
Ron said as he walked over and stood on the stone. “I don’t
do everything you say, you know.” “Yes,
you do,” Harry grinned. “Everybody does. I’m a
jerk. Okay, now when you feel the draw, push out with magic. Are you
ready?” Ron nodded and Harry flicked his wrist and said the
incantation. Ron pushed out for a long time. “Good. Keep
pushing. Don’t let up.” Harry encouraged and Ron kept
pushing until he was breathing heavy. “Come on push!”
Harry yelled to him with a smile. “Just a bit more, Ron. Come
on!” Harry gave him as much encouragement as possible. Finally
Ron stopped and Harry smiled and nodded. “Where
am I? What level?” Ron asked. “You
won’t believe it,” Harry said. “You’re on
seventeen.” “Seventeen?
Holy shit!” Ron exclaimed. “Wow! Why am I so high?” “Well,
you’re just good,” Harry said. There was more to it and
they all knew. “Herm, you ready?” “Harry,
tell me what level you think I’ll be on,” Hermione said
in her know it all way. “Why?”
Harry asked. “Because
I’m testing a theory on you as always so answer the damn
question, asshole,” Hermione said. Harry grinned. “I
suspect you’ll be about a fifteen,” Harry said. “Does
that jive with your theory?” “Yes.
Yes it does,” Hermione stood on the stone and Harry made fun of
her with an eye roll to the other guys. “You do that again and
I’m hexing you.” “Fine,”
Harry said. “You ready to push?” Hermione nodded. Harry
flicked and said the incantation and the stone began. Hermione
concentrated and pushed as hard as she could when the time came.
“Come on, Hermione, you can do this! Push!!” Harry yelled
to her to keep it up as he watched the gauge. “Come on! You can
do it!” Harry shouted. When Hermione had given all she could,
she almost collapsed. “Where
is she?” Ron asked. “Sixteen,”
Harry said. “Good Hermione. You did great. Ready, Draco?” “Hell
no,” Draco said. “Tell me, Harry. What level do you think
I’ll be on?” “I
can’t say,” Harry said. “I have no idea.” “You’re
lying,” Ron said. “I can tell by looking at you that
you’re lying.” “Shut
up, Ron,” Harry said giving Ron the look to shut his mouth.
“And…how am I supposed to know anyway?” “Because
you’ve done this for years,” Hermione said. “You
know shit. So tell us where you think Draco will be.” “Let’s
just wait until Draco is finished and then we’ll all know. How
about that?” Harry asked as he set the gauge and motioned for
Draco to be on the stone, which he did. “Are you ready?” “No,”
Draco said. “But I guess I’ll do it anyway.” “You’ll
do fine,” Harry winked to him with that crooked smile that
nearly melted Draco’s soul. “Stop
looking at me like that or I can’t concentrate, Potty,”
Draco snapped. “Fine,
ferret. Go to hell,” Harry said. “Ready?” Draco
nodded. “Just
don’t look at me,” Draco said. “Fine,
I won’t,” Harry said as he stood. Harry flicked his wrist
and gave the incantation and the stone began. Harry walked over to
Hermione. “I think he’ll test in the lower twenties.” “No
way,” Ron whispered. “Why is he higher?” “Draco
has a ton of magical strength,” Harry said. “That’s
part of the reason we always fought. I’ll explain it to you in
a bit when he’s done.” Harry walked back over to see
Draco struggling. “Come on you weak and pathetic piece of Death
Eater garbage!” Harry yelled to give Draco encouragement. After
a while Draco was struggling again. “Sorry and weak! Damn,
Malfoy is that all you got?” Harry taunted to urge Draco on to
keep up the pushing in the test. “Weak as little baby girl! No
wonder you couldn’t ever hit me!” Harry yelled at him as
he circled Draco on the stone. Harry checked the gauge and it was up
to twenty-two. “Come on and bring that shit! Push like you mean
it, dammit!” Harry shouted at him. Draco had given it all he
had and finally slumped and fell off the stone onto the blue padded
mat surrounding it. Draco flopped back to lay spread eagle on the
mat. “Tell
me,” Draco breathed. “Tell me, Harry.” “You
want to guess?” Harry asked as he flicked his wrist to clear
the gauge before Draco saw it. “Hell
no I want you to tell me before I kick your ass,” Draco lay in
the floor exhausted. “Yeah,
you really look like kicking my ass,” Harry said. “I’m
so scared of you.” “You
better be. Now tell me the damn number!” Draco yelled. “Twenty
four,” Harry said. “Liar.
Tell me the damn number,” Draco said. “Twenty
four,” Harry said with the look of pure honesty. “I’m
at twenty four?” Draco sat up. Harry nodded. “Damn.
That’s great.” “Yes,
it is,” Harry said. “But I’m testing you again in a
few days.” “Why?”
Draco asked. “Well,
I want to make sure it’s an accurate reading,” Harry
said. “After all I did sort of fill you up with a bunch of
magic recently. So your level might be detecting some of me in with
it.” “You
did what?” Ron asked. “What did you do to him?” “Something
incredible,” Draco flopped back on the mat with a whimpering
groan. “Holy shit.” “Harry,
what did you do to Draco?” Hermione asked. “I
had sex with him,” Harry said. “No
you didn’t. That wasn’t sex,” Draco said. “You’re
right. It wasn’t,” Harry corrected. Ron, Hermione and
Seamus looked to the other and then back to Harry. “What
was it then?” Seamus asked “There
is no word for what that was,” Draco said. “I don’t
even know what it was. Hell, he almost killed me with it.” “You
can handle it,” Harry said. “Actually you are the only
other student in the school who could handle that because of your
levels.” Harry came over to straddle Draco on the mat. “If
I had done that to any other student with the levels of spells I gave
you, I would have been in Azkaban for murder.” “Harry,
you can’t be giving spells to Draco that may harm him,”
Hermione said in her mothering way. “Shut
up, Granger,” Draco said. “Because I will do that again.
And again and again and again as many times as I can before I die of
it. And if Harry kills me with that shit, then I’ll die one
very happy mother fucker.” Harry and Draco laughed. “Damn.
Could you do it to me?” Seamus asked. “No,
I can’t,” Harry said. “That is only for Draco
Malfoy.” Draco took Harry’s hands and flipped them over
so that Draco was on top. “Oh
god that is so fucked up,” Ron said. “So how long has
this little…whatever it is between you two been going on?” “A
while now,” Harry said. “It sort of makes sense.” “Harry,
explain what you meant while Draco was testing. About his strength
and that was the reason you both fought all the time,” Hermione
asked. Draco gave Harry a questioning look. “Draco
was trained in the dark arts and has used dark magic,” Harry
said even though Draco had never said these things. “Yes, I
know it.” Harry answered the question in Draco’s mind.
“And in so doing he was a negative force on my positive one.
Think of it as two magnets on opposite sides. They repel one another.
Draco is a DE and therefore was expected to continue in his dark
Wizarding role. However, now Draco has changed and his force is a
positive one. Now that we are both positives, we are drawn and not
reflected. We enhance the other with completeness instead of drawing
from the other weakening each of us. And I suspect that because Draco
is even in this room that my own level would increase by at least
four points simply because of his presence near me. In essence, we
are stronger together than separately now that we are on the same
side.” “There
is a reason you tested me,” Draco accused. Harry grinned. “I
can’t do that.” “Yes,
you can,” Harry said. “I know you can do it. You and me,
remember?” “But…they’ll
know I’m there,” Draco said. “I can’t just
walk in with you.” “Sure
you can,” Harry said. “We’ll find a way if you’ll
do this.” “I…I
don’t know,” Draco said in fear. “This is supposed
to be your job, not mine.” “I’m
giving you the chance of a lifetime, Draco,” Harry said. “Think
about it. You and me? Same side? Taking down the evil guy? You think
my fame is big? Yours will rival my own. I’m giving you fame on
a silver platter along with the glory and prestige that you’ve
always wanted.” Harry said the right words to soothe the blond. “Are
you saying you want Malfoy to go with you to defeat Voldemort?”
Ron asked as if it were the most insane thing ever. “You’re
crazy! He’s a DE!” “That’s
right,” Harry said. “And I want him to promise Voldemort
that he will bring me to him.” “What?!”
Draco yelled. “Hell no! There is no fucking way I’m doing
that.” “Think
about it,” Harry said. “You could set this up. Tell him
that you have me where you want me. Bring me to him and then we’ll
kill his sorry ass. And it’s done. Over. Piece of cake.” “Harry,
there is no way Dumbledore will allow this,” Hermione said. “I
don’t plan on telling him,” Harry grinned to them all as
he lay on the mat. “You’ve
lost your mind,” Draco tried to get up but Harry turned him
over to straddle him again and hold Draco’s hands above his
head pinning him down. “I won’t do it.” “I
think you will,” Harry said. “And I never lose, Malfoy. I
get my way, remember?” “I
won’t do it, Harry,” Draco shook his head. “I
won’t.” “Yes,
you will,” Harry smiled evilly. “You will do it. I know
you. You even want to. I can see it in your eyes. You want to be the
one to bring me to Voldemort. Wouldn’t that be a thrill?
Taking the illustrious boy who lived to his destruction even though
it’s not? And then you have the fame of being the one to save
me?” Draco looked into Harry’s eyes and was sorely
tempted by the offer.
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Tomorrow Will Come
Chapter 02: Chapter 2
By: Kimberjingle
Chapter 2:
Kissing Lessons, Getting Together, Testing on the Stone