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Shared Bed Fest fic!

Title: His Undisclosed Desires
Author: nimrodel_13
Rating: NC-17
Summary Pansy and Blaise are sick of Draco's whining about Potter. Which is why he is tied to Potter's bed, completely naked and spitting angry. Good thing Potter doesn't seem to mind. (actually done in Harry's POV)
Contains: bondage, sex
Notes: I wrote this for the Shared Bed Fest over on leo_draconis 's journal (go check it out! Awesome stuff!!) It was for the lovely dyson_rules , who sumbitted this prompt, which I just could not resist: Blaise and Pansy get tired of hearing (8th year?) Draco complaining about Harry, so they knock him out, undress him, and tie him to Harry's bed. As an added safeguard, the bed is spelled to bind Harry as soon as he gets near. Of course Harry can probably reach his wand and dispel the bonds... but what fun would that be? Thanks for the prompt and I hope you like it, love! Enjoy, everyone!!
Broken in half due to length.

part 1

His Undisclosed Desires (con't)

Harry’s mouth went dry and he almost moaned aloud at the sight. Leaning forward, he let go of the blonde’s ankles and hovered over him, taking note of the nervous flutter of Malfoy’s pulse in the beautiful line of his neck.

“You’re lying,” he whispered, lips brushing against the silvery blond hair near the other boy’s ear and, with out further hesitation, reached between them and curled his hand firmly around Malfoy’s cock.

The blond bucked against his hand and gasped, jerking hard against the magical bonds holding his wrists. Harry winced when he realized the skin there was beginning to bruise but there was no way he was going to let the other boy go now. Not when he was finally getting somewhere with him. There was a charm, he was sure, that would clear them up. Then again, he might like seeing them there, to see the reminders on the blonde’s wrists peeking out from under his school robes during meals or in class.

“I-I’m not lying,” the other boy hissed, squirming in Harry’s hold. It made his cock slip against the insides of the dark haired boy’s fingers, which in turn caused Malfoy to suck in a deep breath before his jaw clicked closed on what Harry suspected was a moan. The way his chest rapidly rose and fell, the way his beautiful cheekbones flushed dark, the way his pulse pressed hurriedly under his skin; it was all so beautiful. There were so many places on his lovely body the dark haired boy wanted to kiss, lick, touch, mark that he didn’t know where to start.

“You are lying, Malfoy,” he murmured, pressing his lips to the blonde’s heated cheek so the other boy would feel the words against his skin as well as hear them. Harry’s voice was a deep, rasping rumble, barely even recognizable and it sent a shiver through Malfoy that he couldn’t hide. Harry felt a surge of satisfaction, “You’re hard, you know. Your body is telling a different story with this,” and he tightened his hand and stroked. And, oh Merlin, Malfoy’s reaction was incredible. His mouth dropped open in surprise and nearly all the silver was blown from his eyes. But what Harry loved the most was the way his bright head tipped back, blond hair spread all around him on the pillow, baring the long, slender line of his neck.

And Harry just couldn’t resist. Couldn’t resist leaning down those last couple inches to press desperate, openmouthed kisses to the blonde’s rapid pulse. Couldn’t resist licking and nibbling on the soft underside of the pointed chin. Couldn’t resist sucking on every spot on Malfoy’s neck that made the other boy gasp and utter these little keening noises in the back of his throat that was slowly driving Harry mad. Through it all, he continued to move his hand slowly along the silky hard length of blonde’s prick.

“I’m going to—uh—kill those meddling b-bastards…” the other boy bit out through the harsh rasps of his breath before sucking in a great, shuddering breath of air. And then he did something that shocked Harry nearly enough to making him still his ministrations.

Malfoy surrendered.

All at once, whatever futile resistance he had been desperately clinging to disappeared. His darkened eyes fluttered closed and his body went limp against the bed. His legs, which had been clinging to Harry’s sides in an attempt at keeping a barrier between them, fell open. In his abandon, there was nothing Harry had ever seen in his life that was more beautiful. He couldn’t breathe under the weight of his desire and he was so hard, he felt like he was about ready to burst through his trousers. Fuck, like this, Malfoy looked ready to be devoured.

The blonde’s head was still turned away, eyelashes brushing against the curve of his lovely cheekbones like pale, shadowy whispers. Unable to help himself, Harry dragged his tongue, hot and wet, from one pert, pinkish nipple to the other boy’s earlobe. He could taste sweat and something musky that was all Malfoy, humming softly against the pale skin when he felt the round little nub harden further under his mouth. When he reached the blonde’s ear, he stilled the languid strokes of his hand on the other boy’s cock and breathed into his ear when Malfoy made a soft sound of protest.

“Was what they wrote the truth, Malfoy?” he murmured, lips nearly brushing the curve of the blonde’s ear but not quite. In fact, the only place he was still touching the other boy was his hand curled very loosely around the heated column of his erection, “Have you been dreaming about this like I have? Craving it, needing it, so badly you thought you would go crazy because you thought you could never have it?” his words were making the blonde writhe and moan but when he bucked his hips against Harry’s hand, the dark haired boy removed his touch completely.

Malfoy actually whined, face scrunching in momentary loss and it was all Harry could do not to just lower his body onto the sweet, lovely one underneath him and just rut himself to completion in the curve of the blonde’s pelvis. Then the blond head turned towards him and the silvery eyes, nearly entirely blown out by the black of his pupils, looking up at where Harry hovered over him, not touching, just waiting.

“Have you?” the blonde breathed, voice such a sexy rasp, Harry’s cock twitched sharply against the uncomfortable teeth of his trousers. He had to take a deep breath to steady himself or he was afraid he would simply combust from the heat blazing through his veins. Meeting the other boy’s eyes, he felt the weight of Malfoy’s redirected question resting heavily between them.

“Yes,” he said seriously, because all of that was true and more, “I’ve wanted you since the beginning of the year,” there was a short pause in which he held his breath, waiting to see how the blond would react, knowing the ammunition he had just handed over. But Malfoy’s sharp gaze fairly glowed before he tipped his head back on the pillow and rocked his hips up, clearly wanting to rub them against Harry. To which the dark haired boy couldn’t help but give him. The fissure of pleasure made them both groan and though he wanted to watch every burst of expression flicker across the Slytherin’s face, he couldn’t help the way his eyes rolled closed for just a moment.

“That’s good,” the blond whispered, gripping the rope above where his wrists were tied and rubbing his hot, flushed cock against the front of Harry’s trousers. Then, soft enough to be nearly lost in the sound of their rushing breaths and bitten off moans, Malfoy whispered, “Harry,” like he just couldn’t help himself.

And Harry couldn’t wait any longer.

Whispering a spell that would send his clothes somewhere not on his body, desperate enough with desire and the heat rolling through his blood that he didn’t even need his wand to do it. Then, without wasting anymore time, he braced himself over Malfoy’s body and pressed down until they were connected, shoulder to thigh. As soon as their hard cocks rubbed together, the rest of the world fell away and all he knew was hot, silky pleasure. All that existed was the feel of his own naked body moving against the one under him, of Malfoy’s golden hair catching on the pillow as he tossed his head back, of the throaty gasps and low moans the other boy made, of the way the fire flared between them, flooding between his legs and starting to drip in white pearls from the exposed head of his cock.

All of a sudden, he wanted everything, everything he had ever wanted to do to Malfoy, he wanted it all in that instant. But most of all, Harry wanted to kiss him. Those full lips were parted, red from being bitten to unsuccessfully stifle the beautiful sounds the blond was making and he wanted to know what they tasted like. He needed to know. As he rolled his hips slowly against Malfoy’s, relishing the increasingly slick glide of their erections together, Harry kissed his way up the pale neck, bared like an invitation. Up, over the sensitive place right under the blonde’s chin, pausing to suck on his pointy chin itself, then slow, wet, open kisses until he reached the inviting lower lip. Then he looked into the hazy grey eyes and found them watching him hungrily, without hesitation.

Malfoy wanted the kiss too. He could see it in the way the tip of the blonde’s obscenely red tongue peeked out at the corner of his mouth, in the way his breath kept hitching in a way they had not when they were simply moving together. There was anticipation in the way he pulled taught against his bindings and the way he lifted his body to meld against the boy above him.

When their mouths sealed together, it was like every kiss Harry had ever had and at the same time, it was a million times better. There was warmth and soft skin and taste—oh the taste of him. How could he describe the personal taste of someone? Of the way their mouths opened instantly to one another, the way their tongues rubbed and curled and licked as if they already knew what the other wanted, how they liked it. When Harry lapped at the roof of the blonde’s mouth, Malfoy—Draco—Harry amended, made the sexiest sound he had ever heard and he actually had to lift his hips up because he didn’t think he could stave off his orgasm.

“Fucking hell,” the words were caught between them, swallowed greedily by Draco, who barely let him grab a quick breath so they wouldn’t suffocate before diving back in again. One of his long legs lifted and wrapped around Harry’s waist, bringing them forcefully back together.

He had to lift his head, because he swore he would pass out if he didn’t drag air into his aching lungs, pleasure burning steadily through him now, like an intense shower of stars. Draco’s lips were swollen with their kisses, open to gasp tiny little grunts as their hips continued to rock together, cocks sliding against each other or their abdomens or the creases of their thighs. It all felt so wonderful, looked so wonderful, sounded so wonderful. Fuck, even the musky scent of their sex was good and Harry was pretty sure he had never been so hard in his life.

Yet, at the same time, he needed more. As good as this felt, he needed Draco in him, no matter how it happened. He needed to see that flushed, pointed face when his cock slid into Harry somehow; his mouth or his arse, he didn’t care. Both, preferably, if Draco would let him.

“I’m going to suck you,” the dark haired boy whispered against Draco’s lips before kissing him, drinking in the long, deep moan his words dragged from the blond. It was all he could do to tear himself away and he couldn’t keep his lips disconnected from the blonde’s body for longer than a single breath. He needed to taste whatever patch of skin he happened to come across, littering the pale skin with little red marks that would no doubt remain for several days before fading away. The very thought that he was leaving such marks on the other boy was so thrilling, he actually bit the pectoral muscle right over Draco’s left nipple.

“Shit!” the Slytherin’s back arched at the shock of pain and his gaze was sharp when he lifted his head to look at Harry, “Salizar, Potter, you’re a fucking animal,” it made the dark haired boy grin up at Draco as he savored the salty taste of the blonde’s skin lingering in his mouth.

“Am I?” he breathed, letting his question ghost across the taught peak of the nipple right under his lips before taking it in his mouth and swirling his tongue over it. The blond hummed and shifted his hips on the bed restlessly while Harry admired the oval mark his teeth had already left behind. He could feel the other boy digging his heel into his arse as he tried to pull them back together but he resisted, sucking and pulling harder on the nub in his mouth and using his fingers to pinch Draco’s other nipple.

“Yes!” the blond fairly shouted it, head snapping back and hips surging forward, knocking their erections together hard enough that the pleasure bordered on pain. Neither one of them really noticed because, Merlin if it didn’t feel good. Breathing heavily, Harry caught the other boy’s waist with his hands, stilling him before he gave into the temptation of rutting them both into completion. Surging upwards again, his cock feeling heavy and hot when it rubbed accidentally against Draco’s stomach, he pressed a few biting kisses to the blonde’s already swollen lips.

“I love that you think I’m an animal,” he whispered, licking into the corners of the other boy’s lips but drawing away when Draco opened his mouth to meet him, “I bet you love it too, don’t you?” he nipped the pointy chin hard enough to make the blond squirm and make a little hmmm sound. Sweat was starting to darken the bright, pale hair, turning it the color of honey and shimmer on skin the color of moonlight.

“Harry…please,” the breathless sound of Draco begging nearly did Harry in and he jerked the other boy up the bed by his hips so he could bury his face in the blonde’s heaving abdomen, digging into his skin with teeth and lips and tongue. The skin was soft and pliant but the muscle underneath rippled and surged.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he growled, pressing the blonde’s hips ruthlessly back against the bed, sucking greedily on the skin directly below the other boy’s navel, “Don’t you?” he licked into the dip then did it again when it made Draco gasp loudly and thump his foot against the back of Harry’s thigh. Ah, so he liked that. Once more, he dipped into that inviting little divot then grabbed the other boy’s thighs and pushed them up. It made the blond gasp and jerk, as if he wanted to reach down to stop Harry.

“Potter!” he squawked, voice high with embarrassment and eyes wide, “W-what are you doing?” he was adorable when his voice was cracking with nerves while his entire body was open to whatever the dark haired boy wanted to do it. Everything. The very thought made Harry’s mouth go completely dry and his cock actually ached as he looked down at the hard underside of Draco’s erection, of the heavy roundness of his bollocks and, between his cheeks, the hint of his tiny, wrinkled entrance.

“Fucking hell, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, more to himself than to Draco, though clearly the other boy heard him because he flushed an even deeper red and looked away, clearly unable to meet Harry’s eyes. The dark haired boy ran his hands up and down the lithe line of the blonde’s legs, feeling the lean muscles flexing as he shifted. Draco was like a perfect composition, a painting so stunning, the perfect masterpiece, though Harry secretly thought that no artist, no matter how talented, could do this beautiful creature justice. He waited, just stroking those long legs and waited until the blond was able to turn back and look into the dark haired boy’s face, “Tell me you love this,” it was a demand, whispered, moaned, pleaded.
Draco tipped his head back, frustrated and still giving little jerks of his hips, groaning at the underside of the bed’s canopy, “Harry,” he rasped, “You fucking cock tea—Ah!” the dark haired boy raked his nails down the lean thighs, prompting Draco to cut off what he was saying in the middle and though the sound he made was pained and the way he glared at the boy hovering over him indicated pain, Harry didn’t miss how the action made the blonde’s cock twitch against his stomach.

“Do you, Draco?” the other boy thrashed his head against the pillow and fairly shrieked,

“Yes! Yes, I fucking love it! Now do something, Potter or so help me—” he didn’t even wait. He simply jerked the blonde’s knees as far apart as they would go and swallowed as much of his cock as he could. It was bigger than he thought and he had to pull almost completely off again because he took too much in at first, nearly gagging himself. But the way Draco cried out breathlessly and tried to jerk his hips up into Harry’s mouth was entirely worth it. Luckily, he had kept one hand on the other boy’s waist and was able to catch him before he did because gagging during a blowjob, he imagined, could not be attractive.

The taste of Draco was salty and wonderfully bitter on his tongue, the weight of his dick silky and heavy on the dark haired boy’s tongue. He had never done this before, obviously, but as he tucked his teeth behind his lips and sucked slowly on the head of the blonde’s cock, he found he liked it better than he thought he might. He liked the way he made Draco gasp when he dipped his tongue into the leaking slit, liked the way he strained his hips against Harry’s hand when the dark haired boy teased the thick vein on the underside, liked when he murmured incoherently and twisted his hands in his bindings when his foreskin was rubbed and moved.

He teased Draco for long minutes, breaking it up by ducking down and taking as much as he could again before sucking and bobbing his head leisurely. That never failed to make the blond cry out, thighs trembling were they bracketed Harry’s head. Saliva and pre come dripped down his chin by the time the sounds the blond were making escalated and he almost couldn’t keep Draco from thrusting down his throat. As he licked down to the base of Draco’s quivering cock, now steadily dripping down the length, he relished the way their tastes mingled.

Then he moved his head further down and sucked one of the blonde’s balls into his mouth and Draco shouted so loudly, Harry was sure the entire tower would have heard him if not for the Silencing spell. It was glorious.

“H-Harry…I’m going…I’m…I’m…” quickly, he gripped the base of the other boy’s cock, stalling his orgasm because they would be coming together or not at all. Draco’s eyes rolled back and he gave a shudder, gasping as his release eased off. He thought sucking the other boy off would be enough. He thought his desire could be sated like this for the moment but…but he could feel his arousal beating through his veins like a storm, could feel his need eating away at his reason and all he wanted was Draco inside of him.
Harry slithered his way up the blonde’s body again, licking and biting as he went, not caring of he broke skin before he sucked the other boy’s earlobe into his mouth and rubbed his thigh between Draco’s legs against his sticky cock and bollocks.

“I really want you in me,” he murmured, not even recognizing his own voice when he spoke and Draco hummed in approval, “But I can’t last…I can’t…” they groaned together, turning their heads instinctively so they could gasp into each other’s mouths. Then the blond was looking up at him and smiling, grey eyes so dark Harry felt like he could fall into them.

“If you mean preparation,” the other boy was so prettily flushed and sweaty, Harry found himself sucking on the chiseled cheekbones and licking over the arched eyebrows, “There are spells for that,” Harry jerked back, surprised and Draco shrugged, “I read too and honestly, I can’t take much more of your cruel teasing either,” his voice was so unsteady, the dark haired boy wanted to drink the sound of it. Nodding, he kissed Draco slowly, running and scratching his fingers through the pale, neat curls between the blonde’s legs, which made him jerk, stealing Harry’s breath away with a sharp inhale.

“I’m not cruel,” he returned, pressing their foreheads together, “Teach me those spells?” The spells weren’t difficult but his hands were shaking hard enough that by the time he felt the strange and rather startling sensation of his arse loosening, he nearly lost his wand in the twist of sheets when he dropped it. The lubrication spell was easier, more familiar and then he just couldn’t wait anymore. He needed this like he had never needed anything in his life.

No time was wasted after that. It was quick and messy and hot. He straddled the blonde’s hips, nearly kicking the other boy in the face in his haste. Their eyes met and held when he lined himself up, grasping Draco’s cock tightly enough to make him hiss. And then…

And then…

The blunt head of Draco’s cock breached the loosened rim of his entrance and he was overcome. Overcome with lust, with pleasure, with the need for Draco to be inside of him. So he dropped down, taking all of the other boy’s length into him all at once. The blond sucked in a deep breath, eyelids fluttering and teeth digging into his bottom lip. Pleasure made the pale forehead scrunch adorably and Harry wanted to watch him all night. It did hurt a little, despite the spells, but it burned so sweetly he had to lift up and feel that hard erection grind into him again. Then again.

“Harry…Harry…” oh, the sound of Draco’s voice as the dark haired boy rode him, it was so good. His face when Harry slid back down again was beautiful and his grasping hands, tied to the bed but not useless, yanked on the ropes that held them. His hair caught on the sheets, his eyes kept fluttering closed, though he tried his best to watch Harry above him. And then he thrust his hips up as Harry descended and light burst behind his eyelids.

“Ah! Yes!” he tossed his head back, crying out because he just couldn’t hold it in anymore and bracing himself on the blonde’s chest so he could go faster, fall harder, bring Draco in deeper, more, yes, right there. The sounds of them coming together, the rhythm of their connection, it burned in his veins and pooled low in his stomach and he couldn’t breathe it felt so good. The world around him was going hazy, disappearing as his pleasure grew and he tried to hold it, he really did. His cock bounced as he moved, a steady flow of pearly hot pre come rolling down his balls and he realized he was going to come without ever once touching his dick.

As long as it was Draco inside of him, hitting that spot, right there, fuck yes, he didn’t even care.

“Fuck, Harry, you’re…so hot…Merlin, yes!” the way the blond said it slipped into his consciousness, and Harry just couldn’t hold on. His release rolled over him so hard and so fast, he couldn’t even draw in a single gulp of air. It was like a firestorm in his blood, whiting out his vision and roaring in his ears. He could feel how he clenched down on the hard cock still moving hard inside of him, could feel how his back arched and his legs trembled and his toes curled desperately into the sheets. It was incredible, heart pounding, the best thing he had ever felt in his life.

And he had it with Draco.

For a long moment, he felt like he was floating, orgasm slowly tapering off into shaky aftershocks and all at once he wanted it again, immediately and thought he would never get hard again. Then the boy under him shifted and there were warm hands on his hips and hot lips caressing his until he realized he had been eased onto his back. Harry struggled through a moment of confusion before he forced his eyes to open, to focus, for his brain to understand that Draco was now leaning over him, still inside of him, still hard.

“Wha…?” he tried, shocked when his voice came out as nothing but a croak and the fathomless eyes above him crinkled slightly. Ribbons of white clung to the blonde’s chin, his chest, his stomach and Harry realized when Draco slid slowly deeper into him, they hadn’t come together like he had wanted.

“You were stunning,” the other boy’s voice was deep with lust, the words rubbing against Harry’s lips and as he was caught up in a deep, fast kiss that was almost too much for him in his post-orgasm languor, Draco slammed relentlessly into him. It still felt good, still made him moan quietly as sweat dripped into his face and his legs were hoisted wide so the blond could go deeper, but it was different. Muted somehow.

Even so, Draco was clearly desperate now, close to the edge. Harry watched his face through half-closed eyes, how the pale eyebrows knitted over his long nose, how his mouth opened on gasps and tiny, catching cries that nearly promised the dark haired boy another erection regardless of how hard he had just come. He noted rather belatedly that the spell keeping them bound to the bed must have released, no doubt the conditions for it fulfilled. Draco’s arms trembled on either side of Harry’s dark head, muscles bunching as he moved fast and hard. Merlin, the boy was beautiful, whether he was under Harry and writhing with pleasure or over him, riding him, taking him ruthlessly.

Then the cock inside him pulsed and the blond paused in his movements, every line in his body pulling tight. His breathing hitched and his eyes squeezed shut before he threw his head back, damp golden hair flying. Wet heat filled Harry, making him gasp and tighten his hold on the other boy, a spark of renewed arousal sliding through him. But what he loved most was the sight of Draco coming. He did it with abandon, crying out in a series of hitching, breathless ah’s and jerking his hips into Harry as his cock emptied themselves into the dark haired boy.

Harry couldn’t help but smile at the look of absolute bliss on Draco’s face, a soft glow of happiness curling in his chest at the knowledge that he had put that look there.

It didn’t fade when the blond collapsed on top of him or when he kissed Harry slowly, their previous fire now banked into something tamer, more controllable. It didn’t fade when Draco slid his hands into wild, sweaty black hair or when they maneuvered themselves into more comfortable positions, curled up together on the bed, not cuddling exactly, but touching enough that he didn’t fear the blond was ready to run away. It didn’t go away when soft Cleaning charms were uttered and sheets were straightened. And as they stared at one another, eyes wandering over each other’s faces, the moment oddly intimate, the warm, contented look on the other boy’s face never really went away.

“So you really had nothing to do with this, Potter?” Draco finally asked, breaking the silence that Harry hadn’t even realized had fallen. One of his golden eyebrows arched gracefully, an expression he had seen many times, though never so close. Once, he had assumed the color of the other boy’s eyes was cold and sharp but now, with their faces close together and their skin still cooling, they were actually quite warm, like the clouds of a late summer storm.

“No,” he said in exasperation, lazily punching Draco’s shoulder and making him snort a laugh, “I didn’t have anything to do with this. Though…” he paused, suddenly shy and bit his lip. Only to have the blond gently pull his abused lip free and lean forward to suck on it.

“Though?” Draco whispered, voice sultry and deep. Harry’s breath caught and reached out to run his fingers through the blonde’s incredibly soft hair as he tried to remember what he was going to say. It wasn’t fair that this boy was able to send all the thoughts barreling from his head with just the smallest effort.

“Oh, um…though I’m not sorry it happened,” surprisingly enough, the blond laughed but before he could be hurt, he realized the other boy was not laughing at him. At least, not like he normally did, with cruelty and design to hurt. A warm hand curled around his neck, brushing over his ear and making him shiver in delight.

“You’re such a Gryffindor,” it was meant as a good natured tease; he knew it was but Harry pretended to be put out anyway, ignoring the way the grey eyes flickered down to his pouting mouth, darkening slightly in the soft glow of the room’s light.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” he defended and Draco laughed again, flopping onto his back and pulling the covers over them.

“I never said there was, you simpleton,” and they were back to the insults, though Harry was pleased to note there was no sharp barbs behind them, meant to maim. They shifted around on the too small bed for a moment, having a brief fight over the blankets and then over how much space they had to sleep in. Harry was sure the other boy demand the single pillow as well but he simply lay his bright head right beside Harry’s with no word of complaint. The lights were doused with a soft word and then they were lying together in the darkness, like he had privately fantasized about for months.

“What changed your mind?” his soft voice, nearly a whisper, barely stirred the air in front of his lips but he knew that Draco heard him when he shifted his head closer to Harry’s on the pillow.

“About what?” they were touching all along the length of their bodies and he could feel the blonde’s hand, nestled by his thigh on the bed. Unable to help himself, Harry turned on his side so he could see the Slytherin’s sharp profile in the dim moonlight coming through the window and curled his fingers between Draco’s. The only reaction he got was a tightening of the blonde’s hand around his but that was all he needed.

“About me. About this. Before you were ready to murder but now…” he let the question drop away because Draco was looking at him now and moving his thumb on the soft inside of Harry’s wrist.

“Because you were right. I did want it and I promised myself, after the…after…” he swallowed but continued a moment later, “I promised I would stop being a coward,” he rasped before looking away again, “But, fuck Potter. You scare the shit out of me,” he said it with a little laugh but Harry thought he laughed because he hated the admission. The dark haired boy pressed a kiss to Draco’s shoulder and grinned.

“You’re not really a walk in the park either, you know,” he teased and was grateful when the blond turned back to him and snorted softly. They settled again, Harry curled into the blonde’s side and closed his eyes, content to just wait for sleep. Draco’s sharp bark of laughter a moment later, though, startled him and he blinked warily at the smugly smiling blond at his side.

“You know I can’t let my friends off the hook, even if it turned out like this,” he was chortling to himself, clearly already thinking of plots and Harry found he really like this side of Draco, especially when it wasn’t directed at him.

“Revenge?” he asked, amused, catching the brief shine of grey eyes in the dim light when the blond turned his head.

“If you’ll help?” and what else could Harry say, but yes? They shared a slow, sleepy kiss and then he nodded, laying his head against Draco’s shoulder.

“Wouldn’t dream of letting you do it alone,” he breathed and missed the other boy’s sharply indrawn breath at the implication of his words for he was too busy falling asleep, “Good night, Draco,” he whispered and had enough energy to smile when he heard it softly returned.

For the first time in months, he wasn’t alone. There was someone there beside him, who wanted him and who might even care about him in time, if they gave it half a chance. Though it was because of Draco’s friends, and he suspected Ginny too, and because of a few well-placed spells, they were the ones who had been given a chance. A chance to make of this thing between them something, whatever that might be. It was theirs and for the moment that’s all they needed.

That night, Harry slept soundly until morning.

Tags: fic/ oneshot, harry/draco, his undisclosed desires, nc-17
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