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No Home for the Holidays - Part 12
Title: No Home for the Holidays - part 12
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sesheta_66
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Rating: R
Word Count: ~ 2050
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry provides some much-needed support to Draco, and a bit of frustration.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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awdt's: A little less conversation
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No Home for the Holidays - Part 12
Harry and Draco exited the Floo in the Headmistress's office. McGonagall looked at their joined hands, but to her credit, she wavered only momentarily before regaining her indifferent demeanour.
Draco released his hand, and Harry had to fight not to grasp it back. He didn't care who saw - didn't Draco know that? - but he also didn't want to push Draco into something he wasn't ready for. Especially now. Sure, Kingsley had seen them together, but even though he was the Minister, at least Draco wouldn't see him often. He had to see McGonagall every day.
Harry also reminded himself that Draco didn't have the same relationship as Harry did with his former head of house. He briefly thought about how he might feel, if it were Snape here instead. He shuddered involuntarily.
"Are you all right, Mr Malfoy?"
Draco looked up at her swiftly, as though stunned by her concern. After a moment, he nodded. "I will be."
"Very well then." She looked from Draco to Harry. "I won't ask you for details now. I'll trust you to come to me in your own time." Draco gave a small smile of relief. "Meanwhile, you'll let me know if there's anything I can do for you."
"Thank you," Draco replied.
Harry followed Draco out.
~*~*~
Draco was shaken. He'd pulled his hand out of Harry's grasp when McGonagall had greeted them. The last thing he needed was for the Headmistress to accuse him of who knew what. Manipulating or coercing her favourite student, no doubt. He was sure she'd seen their hands clasped together, but thankfully she hadn't said anything.
"Are you all right, Mr Malfoy?"
Draco's head shot up, looking at McGonagall in shock. He probed her eyes for any sign of insincerity. He saw none. Grudgingly, he found himself appreciating her warmth, as unfamiliar as it was.
An ache gripped his insides as his mind turned to his mother, then Severus. He knew that anyone outside of Slytherin wouldn't understand the deep bond between the ornery Potions Master and his students. Then again, looking at Harry and McGonagall, he thought perhaps they might.
He was grateful that she didn't expect him to relive the day's events again so soon. He knew the reprieve would be short-lived, but he welcomed it.
Draco led the way out of the Headmistress's office. By unspoken agreement, they went in the direction of the kitchens.
~*~*~
"Let's stop at Gryffindor Tower, and I'll pick up my cloak and map," Harry suggested as they left the kitchens. "It should help us stay clear of others." Draco didn't say anything, which Harry took as his agreement.
They wandered the grounds, not needing the cloak with so few other students at the castle, eventually making their way to the black lake.
"It's peaceful here," Harry commented. He'd cast a warming charm, so they were comfortable, and the sun was reflecting off the still water. Occasionally, there was movement below that sent ripples to the surface, but even that emphasised the tranquility.
"Mmm."
"You okay?"
Draco stared out at the lake and frowned. "No." Harry wrapped a soothing arm around him and drew him close. Draco's head rested on Harry's shoulder. "But eventually …."
"We could talk about it," Harry said.
Draco raised his head. "No."
"I hear it's good to get things off your chest," Harry persisted. "That it's not good to keep it all bottled up inside."
"And you heard this where? From Granger?" Draco asked.
Harry looked uncomfortable. "I'm not sure, really." He shrugged. "I just … well, I want you to know that you can … er … if you want. There's no one else here, so there's no chance of being overheard."
"Lovely as the thought of my reliving today is, I thought we might make better use of our time alone. A little less conversation, yeah?" He leaned back in, relaxing against Harry again.
They sat like that, huddled together at the side of the lake, in plain view of the castle, for some time. The silence was comfortable.
"Someone might see," Draco said.
"I know," Harry answered, pulling Draco closer. "Do you mind?"
"No." He nuzzled Harry's neck and placed a soft kiss there. Harry could feel his lips form a smile. "You should, though."
"Well, I don't. In fact --" He nudged Draco off his shoulder, then took Draco's face in his hands. "-- I'd love nothing more than to be able to tell everyone."
"Tell them what?" Draco asked. Harry imagined that he saw hope mingled with a hint of fear in Draco's eyes.
"That we're seeing each other."
"Is that what we're doing?"
"I'd like to," Harry answered honestly. He couldn't quite form the word boyfriends, but that's what he wanted them to be. To be able to walk hand in hand down the corridors. To not have to pull apart whenever anyone came near. To be able to kiss Draco, right here, right now.
"Kiss me, Harry."
Harry closed the gap, then softly brushed his lips against Draco's. Warmth enveloped him as he knew it would. Reluctantly, he pulled back. Draco was hardly in the frame of mind right now to make a rash decision about shouting out their feelings to the school.
"Let's go to your common room," Harry suggested. "Away from prying eyes." Draco agreed, dragged Harry to his feet, and led the way.
~*~*~
Suddenly, as they entered the common room, the realisation that they were alone - completely alone, with no chance of being interrupted - hit Draco. This was what he'd wanted, wasn't it?
"Come up to my room," he said.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Very sure." He dragged Harry in the direction of his room. "I can think of many interesting things we could do without fear of interruption."
He marched Harry quickly to his room before he lost his nerve. He wanted to finish what they'd started that day on the Astronomy Tower, prior to Blaise showing up. He dragged Harry into the room, then closed the door behind them. He cast a few spells, just to be safe.
He fell back onto his bed, bringing Harry with him, but before their lips met, Harry pulled back. Draco let out a sigh of frustration, but Harry held firm.
"Are you sure?" he asked again. Draco saw the concern in his eyes, but that wasn't all. Desire simmered near the surface too.
Draco answered by pulling Harry in for a kiss. As had happened every other time their lips had met, an inexplicable rush of power surged through Draco's body, sensitising every inch of his body. Blood coursed through his veins and his skin tingled.
As their tongues met, the blood that a second ago pulsed through his body rushed to his groin. Harry let out a whimper that mixed with one of Draco's own.
Their tongues twined together, a caress that quickly transformed into an exploration, feeling, tasting, claiming each other. Even without the sense of urgency their past encounters held, desire overpowered all else. The yearning to be closer - to crawl under Harry's very skin - eradicated all other thought.
Draco reached under Harry's shirt and - yes - touched bare skin. Harry was burning up too. Harry pulled back, with resistance from Draco, but only to remove his shirt. Draco took the opportunity to take his own off, then Harry was back.
Merlin, when their chests touched, Draco gasped. He wondered fleetingly if he - if they - might be under some spell, the sensations were so strong. He cast the idea aside, deciding that, at this moment, he didn't care. He thrust his tongue back into Harry's welcoming mouth.
Devour. He needed to consume Harry. Claim him. Own him. Based on the delicious noises Harry was making, Draco suspected he felt the same.
Draco grasped Harry's hair, willing himself not to pull too harshly. Harry growled in response before moving his lips from Draco's own, across his jaw and down to his neck. When Harry sucked on that spot, Draco's hips bucked upwards, pressing their erections together.
"Fuck!" Harry gasped.
"Yes," Draco agreed. His hands released their grip on Harry's hair, and slid down his back, to grip his arse and pull him closer. Draco moved his hips, rubbing their cocks together deliciously. Sweet Merlin, he'd never felt anything so good in his life. He needed to feel more. He moved his hands to undo Harry's trouser button and fly, then pulled the trousers down far enough to reach inside Harry's pants, grasping his arse and pulling him closer again. Better. Much better.
"Too much," Harry panted. "Too much." He loosened his grip on Draco's shoulders, and his kisses slowed, became gentle. He struggled to catch his breath as he hovered above Draco, staring down into his eyes.
Draco smiled up at Harry's lust-filled gaze, glad he wasn't the only one feeling out of control. Harry's hair was more of a disaster than ever, but Draco couldn't think of anything but how fucking hot Harry looked like that. He brought his hands up to Harry's neck, then slipped his fingers through Harry's hair, and pulled him down for another kiss. Fuck, Draco could kiss him forever, he tasted so perfect. And that tongue!
Harry pulled back eventually, once again hovering over Draco and looking down into his face. The desire in his expression now mixed with something else, something Draco couldn't quite place. Sadness, perhaps?
Harry's hand caressed Draco's face as his breathing slowed. "We shouldn't do this," he whispered.
What? WHAT?! Draco peered into Harry's eyes, looking for any sign of teasing. He saw none. "Are you out of your fucking mind, Potter?" Draco yelled in frustration. Honestly, it was a bit late to be calling a halt to the proceedings, wasn't it?
Harry winced. "You're driving me mad, yes," he responded.
"Me?!" He was blaming Draco? He had some nerve. "I'm not the one stopping!"
"I know. It's just … I can't --"
Draco grabbed Harry's erection and squeezed. "Your cock tells a different story."
Harry's face constricted in what looked like pain. "Draco, please," he begged, his eyes still shut. "Today. Everything that's happened. We shouldn't. Not now."
"I'm here, I'm willing, and until this moment, you were too. No one's stopping us." He took a breath, then continued through clenched teeth. "What exactly is the problem here?"
Harry's eyes fluttered open, and he looked wounded. "I … it feels wrong."
"Excuse me?!"
"Not this," he was quick to add, motioning between them. "It's just … under these circumstances … it's not right." He looked at Draco as though willing him to understand. "Tomorrow, if you feel the same way, when you're thinking more clearly --"
Draco snorted. "I never think clearly when I'm with you," he grumbled. That only seemed to strengthen Harry's resolve. He maddeningly, frustratingly lifted himself off Draco, with a distant, regretful look, and sat with his knees pulled up to his chest.
"I know," he said, looking infuriatingly sexy while rubbing his face with his hands. "It's the same for me. Which is why we need to wait."
"Potter …"
"Draco, please. Don't make this any harder than it already is," he pleaded. "I want you. More than I've ever wanted anyone. But not like this. Not when your emotions are running so high. I could never forgive myself if you realised tomorrow that it wasn't what you wanted. If you regretted it."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Fucking Gryffindor," he huffed.
"I should go," Harry said. He rolled off the bed and reached for his shirt.
"If you leave now, I will not be responsible for my actions."
"If I don't, I may not be responsible for mine," Harry countered.
Draco grinned. "Not my problem."
"But --"
"I don't want to be alone tonight," Draco said honestly. Harry's back stiffened. "Besides, I want you here, in my bed, as soon as I wake up in the morning, Potter. Because I'm not going to change my mind, and we've wasted too much time already."
As Draco watched Harry's shoulders slump, he knew he'd won.
Part 13
Author:
sesheta_66Beta:
alaana_fair Rating: R
Word Count: ~ 2050
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry provides some much-needed support to Draco, and a bit of frustration.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Challenge:
awdt's: A little less conversation Click here to start at the beginning.
Harry and Draco exited the Floo in the Headmistress's office. McGonagall looked at their joined hands, but to her credit, she wavered only momentarily before regaining her indifferent demeanour.
Draco released his hand, and Harry had to fight not to grasp it back. He didn't care who saw - didn't Draco know that? - but he also didn't want to push Draco into something he wasn't ready for. Especially now. Sure, Kingsley had seen them together, but even though he was the Minister, at least Draco wouldn't see him often. He had to see McGonagall every day.
Harry also reminded himself that Draco didn't have the same relationship as Harry did with his former head of house. He briefly thought about how he might feel, if it were Snape here instead. He shuddered involuntarily.
"Are you all right, Mr Malfoy?"
Draco looked up at her swiftly, as though stunned by her concern. After a moment, he nodded. "I will be."
"Very well then." She looked from Draco to Harry. "I won't ask you for details now. I'll trust you to come to me in your own time." Draco gave a small smile of relief. "Meanwhile, you'll let me know if there's anything I can do for you."
"Thank you," Draco replied.
Harry followed Draco out.
Draco was shaken. He'd pulled his hand out of Harry's grasp when McGonagall had greeted them. The last thing he needed was for the Headmistress to accuse him of who knew what. Manipulating or coercing her favourite student, no doubt. He was sure she'd seen their hands clasped together, but thankfully she hadn't said anything.
"Are you all right, Mr Malfoy?"
Draco's head shot up, looking at McGonagall in shock. He probed her eyes for any sign of insincerity. He saw none. Grudgingly, he found himself appreciating her warmth, as unfamiliar as it was.
An ache gripped his insides as his mind turned to his mother, then Severus. He knew that anyone outside of Slytherin wouldn't understand the deep bond between the ornery Potions Master and his students. Then again, looking at Harry and McGonagall, he thought perhaps they might.
He was grateful that she didn't expect him to relive the day's events again so soon. He knew the reprieve would be short-lived, but he welcomed it.
Draco led the way out of the Headmistress's office. By unspoken agreement, they went in the direction of the kitchens.
"Let's stop at Gryffindor Tower, and I'll pick up my cloak and map," Harry suggested as they left the kitchens. "It should help us stay clear of others." Draco didn't say anything, which Harry took as his agreement.
They wandered the grounds, not needing the cloak with so few other students at the castle, eventually making their way to the black lake.
"It's peaceful here," Harry commented. He'd cast a warming charm, so they were comfortable, and the sun was reflecting off the still water. Occasionally, there was movement below that sent ripples to the surface, but even that emphasised the tranquility.
"Mmm."
"You okay?"
Draco stared out at the lake and frowned. "No." Harry wrapped a soothing arm around him and drew him close. Draco's head rested on Harry's shoulder. "But eventually …."
"We could talk about it," Harry said.
Draco raised his head. "No."
"I hear it's good to get things off your chest," Harry persisted. "That it's not good to keep it all bottled up inside."
"And you heard this where? From Granger?" Draco asked.
Harry looked uncomfortable. "I'm not sure, really." He shrugged. "I just … well, I want you to know that you can … er … if you want. There's no one else here, so there's no chance of being overheard."
"Lovely as the thought of my reliving today is, I thought we might make better use of our time alone. A little less conversation, yeah?" He leaned back in, relaxing against Harry again.
They sat like that, huddled together at the side of the lake, in plain view of the castle, for some time. The silence was comfortable.
"Someone might see," Draco said.
"I know," Harry answered, pulling Draco closer. "Do you mind?"
"No." He nuzzled Harry's neck and placed a soft kiss there. Harry could feel his lips form a smile. "You should, though."
"Well, I don't. In fact --" He nudged Draco off his shoulder, then took Draco's face in his hands. "-- I'd love nothing more than to be able to tell everyone."
"Tell them what?" Draco asked. Harry imagined that he saw hope mingled with a hint of fear in Draco's eyes.
"That we're seeing each other."
"Is that what we're doing?"
"I'd like to," Harry answered honestly. He couldn't quite form the word boyfriends, but that's what he wanted them to be. To be able to walk hand in hand down the corridors. To not have to pull apart whenever anyone came near. To be able to kiss Draco, right here, right now.
"Kiss me, Harry."
Harry closed the gap, then softly brushed his lips against Draco's. Warmth enveloped him as he knew it would. Reluctantly, he pulled back. Draco was hardly in the frame of mind right now to make a rash decision about shouting out their feelings to the school.
"Let's go to your common room," Harry suggested. "Away from prying eyes." Draco agreed, dragged Harry to his feet, and led the way.
Suddenly, as they entered the common room, the realisation that they were alone - completely alone, with no chance of being interrupted - hit Draco. This was what he'd wanted, wasn't it?
"Come up to my room," he said.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Very sure." He dragged Harry in the direction of his room. "I can think of many interesting things we could do without fear of interruption."
He marched Harry quickly to his room before he lost his nerve. He wanted to finish what they'd started that day on the Astronomy Tower, prior to Blaise showing up. He dragged Harry into the room, then closed the door behind them. He cast a few spells, just to be safe.
He fell back onto his bed, bringing Harry with him, but before their lips met, Harry pulled back. Draco let out a sigh of frustration, but Harry held firm.
"Are you sure?" he asked again. Draco saw the concern in his eyes, but that wasn't all. Desire simmered near the surface too.
Draco answered by pulling Harry in for a kiss. As had happened every other time their lips had met, an inexplicable rush of power surged through Draco's body, sensitising every inch of his body. Blood coursed through his veins and his skin tingled.
As their tongues met, the blood that a second ago pulsed through his body rushed to his groin. Harry let out a whimper that mixed with one of Draco's own.
Their tongues twined together, a caress that quickly transformed into an exploration, feeling, tasting, claiming each other. Even without the sense of urgency their past encounters held, desire overpowered all else. The yearning to be closer - to crawl under Harry's very skin - eradicated all other thought.
Draco reached under Harry's shirt and - yes - touched bare skin. Harry was burning up too. Harry pulled back, with resistance from Draco, but only to remove his shirt. Draco took the opportunity to take his own off, then Harry was back.
Merlin, when their chests touched, Draco gasped. He wondered fleetingly if he - if they - might be under some spell, the sensations were so strong. He cast the idea aside, deciding that, at this moment, he didn't care. He thrust his tongue back into Harry's welcoming mouth.
Devour. He needed to consume Harry. Claim him. Own him. Based on the delicious noises Harry was making, Draco suspected he felt the same.
Draco grasped Harry's hair, willing himself not to pull too harshly. Harry growled in response before moving his lips from Draco's own, across his jaw and down to his neck. When Harry sucked on that spot, Draco's hips bucked upwards, pressing their erections together.
"Fuck!" Harry gasped.
"Yes," Draco agreed. His hands released their grip on Harry's hair, and slid down his back, to grip his arse and pull him closer. Draco moved his hips, rubbing their cocks together deliciously. Sweet Merlin, he'd never felt anything so good in his life. He needed to feel more. He moved his hands to undo Harry's trouser button and fly, then pulled the trousers down far enough to reach inside Harry's pants, grasping his arse and pulling him closer again. Better. Much better.
"Too much," Harry panted. "Too much." He loosened his grip on Draco's shoulders, and his kisses slowed, became gentle. He struggled to catch his breath as he hovered above Draco, staring down into his eyes.
Draco smiled up at Harry's lust-filled gaze, glad he wasn't the only one feeling out of control. Harry's hair was more of a disaster than ever, but Draco couldn't think of anything but how fucking hot Harry looked like that. He brought his hands up to Harry's neck, then slipped his fingers through Harry's hair, and pulled him down for another kiss. Fuck, Draco could kiss him forever, he tasted so perfect. And that tongue!
Harry pulled back eventually, once again hovering over Draco and looking down into his face. The desire in his expression now mixed with something else, something Draco couldn't quite place. Sadness, perhaps?
Harry's hand caressed Draco's face as his breathing slowed. "We shouldn't do this," he whispered.
What? WHAT?! Draco peered into Harry's eyes, looking for any sign of teasing. He saw none. "Are you out of your fucking mind, Potter?" Draco yelled in frustration. Honestly, it was a bit late to be calling a halt to the proceedings, wasn't it?
Harry winced. "You're driving me mad, yes," he responded.
"Me?!" He was blaming Draco? He had some nerve. "I'm not the one stopping!"
"I know. It's just … I can't --"
Draco grabbed Harry's erection and squeezed. "Your cock tells a different story."
Harry's face constricted in what looked like pain. "Draco, please," he begged, his eyes still shut. "Today. Everything that's happened. We shouldn't. Not now."
"I'm here, I'm willing, and until this moment, you were too. No one's stopping us." He took a breath, then continued through clenched teeth. "What exactly is the problem here?"
Harry's eyes fluttered open, and he looked wounded. "I … it feels wrong."
"Excuse me?!"
"Not this," he was quick to add, motioning between them. "It's just … under these circumstances … it's not right." He looked at Draco as though willing him to understand. "Tomorrow, if you feel the same way, when you're thinking more clearly --"
Draco snorted. "I never think clearly when I'm with you," he grumbled. That only seemed to strengthen Harry's resolve. He maddeningly, frustratingly lifted himself off Draco, with a distant, regretful look, and sat with his knees pulled up to his chest.
"I know," he said, looking infuriatingly sexy while rubbing his face with his hands. "It's the same for me. Which is why we need to wait."
"Potter …"
"Draco, please. Don't make this any harder than it already is," he pleaded. "I want you. More than I've ever wanted anyone. But not like this. Not when your emotions are running so high. I could never forgive myself if you realised tomorrow that it wasn't what you wanted. If you regretted it."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Fucking Gryffindor," he huffed.
"I should go," Harry said. He rolled off the bed and reached for his shirt.
"If you leave now, I will not be responsible for my actions."
"If I don't, I may not be responsible for mine," Harry countered.
Draco grinned. "Not my problem."
"But --"
"I don't want to be alone tonight," Draco said honestly. Harry's back stiffened. "Besides, I want you here, in my bed, as soon as I wake up in the morning, Potter. Because I'm not going to change my mind, and we've wasted too much time already."
As Draco watched Harry's shoulders slump, he knew he'd won.
Part 13