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"Didn't mommy tell you it was rude to eavesdrop, Potter?" With a quick turn to his back, Draco pulled out his wand. "Petrificus Totalus!" is what Draco said before Harry fell as stiff as a branch to the floor. He's filled with nothing but rage, because how dare he? How dare Harry Potter stick his nose into every single thing that happens to be out of place?
Draco walked towards him to snatch away his invisibility cloak and have a closer look to that stupid paralyzed face. Apparently, he had catch him in the middle of a thought just by looking at him frown.
"Oh, yeah," Draco said "she was dead before you could wipe the drool off your chin." He couldn't resist it and kicked Potter's face.
Not even with that did he move. He had thought of storming out and leaving him on the floor, hidden underneath his cloak and maybe nobody would find him until he goes back to London. Draco took a little glance and caught Potter's eyes, shining through his glasses; Draco could not resist and approached, like a fish spotting a gem in the middle of the sea.
"Green eyes." he thought, Draco immediately compared it to Slytherin and its emblematic color, and couldn't help but wonder, what would've happened if instead of a Gryffindor, Harry was a Slytherin? Would he had accepted him as his friend on the first day?
Maybe Draco wouldn't be part of the Death Eaters. Or at least, they could've get along.
The sound of steps approaching to their wagon brought him back up and cleared his mind, and suddenly realized he was face to face to Potter, dangerously close.
Draco couldn't be seen in such a position. So, the only thing that came to mind was to hide underneath the cloak as well.
He almost didn't make it in time, when the Lovegood girl walked in with some strange glasses on, even uglier than Potter's. Keeping quiet and unmovable, Draco just hoped that she wouldn't take a stroll through the entire train.
Glaring at his side, there was Potter, still under the spell. And Draco couldn't really tell if the Lovegood girl can see them; it looked like she can see through the cloak, but that must be impossible! He had no other options really than to trust his gut and she's trying to look at something else, but Draco then got suspicious when he thought she was looking at him directly. In a second, Luna Lovegood just turned around and kept on her way, closing the door behind her, just when Draco was thinking about casting the same spell on her.
"That's interesting." He heard Lovegood at the distance.
Draco took a moment to feel relieved, then he took the cloak off as if it burned his body, taking deep breaths on the floor. Looking at Potter, he noticed there was a little of blood coming out of his nose.
Annoyed, Draco took his tissue out of his pocket feeling the urge to clean at least a little bit of it. "If you were like this all the time you wouldn't be such a pain." He glanced at the tissue stained in red, then took a look at Harry. Draco wiped almost all of the blood, just a little spot was left behind near the edge of Potter's upper lip, and it was driving Draco insane. Instead of using his tissue, Draco used his thumb, rubbing just a little, slowly, feeling the touch to the skin. And as if his hand had proper life, it slid through his cheek, his jaw, his neck, getting lost on the contrast of his cold hands against Potter's warm skin. Somehow, the scar on Potter's forehead stroke in Draco's mind, abruptly needing to see it. Brushing Potter's hair to the back with his fingers, Draco got to appreciate the mark that so well he knows leads his faith.
Draco was so close to him right now; so close he could sense Potter's scent. Nothing earth-shattering, really, but a lot better than the dirt and sweat Draco somehow expected it to be. Instead, a slight taste of rain and wood shocked his senses. It was so cozy and comforting, it was driving Draco crazy; so much he couldn't help it and ended burying his nose on Potter's neck, peeking his nose just a little.
He just stopped, stopped thinking and stopped acting up. It was only when Draco heard Potter's heart beating so fast against his chest that he went back, looking up to Harry's eyes he realized, he could kiss him by just approaching a few inches more. Draco felt too self-conscious all of a sudden, the panic and anxiety revolving around his stomach, he thought of getting out of that train, and running away and no looking back; but he felt trapped. The second he locked eyes with Potter, something very deep and inside of him knew this was it.
Draco couldn't bear it anymore, so he kissed him.
Draco kissed Harry gripping his face with both of his hands, as if he's going to run away in any second. He could not think. He does not want to think if it meant he had to stop. So, he didn't.
His hand made his way to Harry's neck just where his nose was a little moment ago, just resting there feeling his pulse; he kept moving downwards through his clothes pressing his body against Harry's letting his weight fall on him, and when his fingertips got to touch the beginning of his pants, he stopped.
Stepping back, he took a look at Potter's paralyzed face. Shiny, rosy lips; and his cheeks bursting in blush. Draco cannot believe himself.
"What am I doing?" the thoughts about anything that could possibly, and will go wrong started to shatter him; what is he going to do now? Does he need to kill Potter? Should he take him back to London himself?
But something lit up his eyes just to think about it.
Voldemort is coming soon; chaos will rain over not just in Hogwarts, but also over the Magic and Muggle World. So, this might be the last time he will be seeing Harry Potter.
He didn't have to think thoroughly; Draco kissed him once again. Is this his goodbye? His farewell? Tragic if you come to think about it, but if this was about to be his only time he will ever have with Potter, he's got to make it count.
Without breaking the kiss, Draco got up on his knees getting just between Harry's legs, holding them against his hips. In some weird way, he got shy, feeling his whole face burning in red. He kept on with just soft, deep kisses; Draco couldn't explain why this only act kept him satisfied, but it was as if all his problems and worries went away. Letting his weight fall completely on Harry once more, he grabbed his waist with one hand, pressing in with his fingers just for reassurance. The other hand cupping Potter's chest. Draco cannot have enough of it, cannot have enough of him.
In his mind, he really had no other intentions than this. To kiss him for hours if given the opportunity and feeling the warmth against his clothes, with the hope that Potter's comforting scent sticks to his clothing. But, in a minute, he felt something hard against his pants.
And it wasn't him.
Draco, startled, stopped as fast as he felt it and stared into Harry's eyes in disbelief. "You like this." He whispered when he looked down at the bulge forming in Harry's pants, more of an outsider thought than implying to have a conversation. Draco thought quickly, and he prisoned Harry's hands on the floor with one hand, and a little worried about what might come next, Draco slid his free hand reaching Harry's pants again, taking the wand out of his back pocket. Slowly, and locking each other's eyes, Draco whispered "...Finite." And to avoid problems, Draco leaned in for a kiss once again impeding Harry to make a noise. But now, Harry is mumbling under him, trying to push him away and kicking with no results.
After tossing Potter's wand away in case he uses it against him, Draco held Potter's chin to have a better look now that he can move. Harry's breathing was heavy, deep and addictive; full face glowing in red and as confused as he can be about what's going on. He tried to look away, embarrassed, but Draco's strength kept him in his place. Their eyes were like a prison for each other, impossible to break contact. They stood like this long enough for Harry to calm down, and Draco can tell he may be thinking of how to get out of this, or maybe he might think what the hell was wrong with him. No matter what, he knew Potter's brain was working extra hours right now, but Draco couldn't physically think of anything else but Potter.
"Malfoy..." Harry mumbled heavily, still catching his breath while his chest was going up and down; all for Draco to behold "What the hell are you doing? Let me go!"
Draco just stood there, not moving an inch... and not listening to him at all. He brushed his lips softly against Harry's, Draco didn't break eye contact, not once "Shut up, Potter." and he kissed him again sticking his tongue in Harry's mouth, taking just a second to embrace the moment. Thrusting his hips, Draco felt himself getting hard as well. And he had no idea what to do next to deal with this.
But God. Just this was enough to make him feel good.
Draco could feel Harry trembling at his touch, at their dicks thrusting together under their clothes. Draco couldn't help but humming and moaning alongside Harry, and hearing him like this, it just made him vicious and greedy, wanting more of him. Harry's hand got free at a moment, and instead of fighting back, his fingers brushed Draco's blonde, shiny hair, inviting him to do more. Suddenly, Harry bit his bottom lip with such strength that blood started to flow. Letting a smirk in sight, Draco felt hot and annoyed real fast, and loosening his tie, he used it to tie Potter's hands to keep him from doing something like that again. Of course, Potter tried to make it into a fight, but Draco was not going to let himself lose, not to this. "Malfoy! Stop! You can't... you cannot!" Harry shrieked at Draco's touch gripping at his bulge. That made Harry to stop briefly, enough for Draco to unbutton his shirt just a little, all in front of Harry's eyes who couldn't look away. But he had to be such a stubborn. "Malfoy, I'm warning you!"
Just like a snake, Draco slid his hands softly and tendering under Potter's t-shirt knowing well his hands are cold, starting at his belly button, slowly going up through his ribs, and a little touch to his nipples and ending on Harry's neck, just dipping his fingertips onto his skin and making it impossible to cover his torso. "You got no power here, Potter." With the little mobility he had, shaking, Harry held the wrist over his neck thinking it was a trick to choke him to death; but Draco started to thrust his hips once more, Harry felt guilty that he actually liked the feeling of his cock rubbing against Draco's while having little to no air.
It was fast and vigorous, Draco made Harry imprison him with his legs once more, leaving no room for their pelvis to be apart. And so, Harry gave up. Both unexperienced, the only thing they have in common.
"Malfoy..." Harry whimpered on his ear, calling for him "Malfoy, wait- please, wait a moment." Begging and with teary eyes, there was the chosen one, the golden boy and the one half the magic world wanted to see dead, imploring for Draco's attention. "Please, wait. Stop..." it was too overwhelming, his senses were messing up with him, Draco Malfoy is messing up with him.
On the other hand, Draco couldn't stop. He does not want to stop, not when he's like this. Thrusting and rubbing harder, stronger against Harry, he could feel he was about to cum. Breathing heavily, Harry let out short, but high moans. Eyes going white, and then, Draco felt something wet against him. Just by looking at Potter, he could tell he came already. "Why did you want me to stop so bad, huh? Just to let you last a bit longer?" He smirked, pushing Harry's hair back exposing his forehead, and pulling his hair, he exposed his neck as well. He got no response back, so Draco kept on thrusting, kissing and biting Harry's neck not letting a single second for him to recover. Draco could tell just by his expressions that right now; he got really sensitive. With his mouth wide open, incapable to close it, his moans got louder, whining.
Draco grabbed Harry's waist, strong enough for his fingertips to leave a mark, still playing with his neck; biting bit by bit, he reached his bottom lip in revenge to bite, but not to make him bleed.
Draco felt he was close, and so, he kissed Harry again; moans and whimpers getting trapped in their lips. "Draco..." said Harry in a soothing voice, and it was impossible for Draco to resist; he came too.
They stood like this for a long moment, staring into each other's eyes and sharing their breaths not knowing what to do next.
Footsteps were approaching once again; it was late already so it must be the train driver checking the last wagons to go.
Draco tried to stand up, but Harry was quick about it and pulled him down again. Feeling embarrassed when he found out the tie wasn't really that tight when it slipped off. This time, Harry crawled over Draco's body and hid the two of them under the invisibility cloak. Immediately, the door was open. The driver took a quick look and just like that, he went away. "...Not a word of this to anyone." Harry stated with a breathy tone.
"Agree." Draco responded. But with Potter sitting dangerously close to his dick, Draco was thinking already about the next time they could be like this again. And he is just so grateful that Hogwarts is filled with secret rooms all over the place.
"And get your hands off my ass!" Draco had a huge smirk on his face and stood up, taking Harry's hand to keep him close. After rubbing his butt a little, Draco took his luggage ready to leave.
"I was just returning your wand." And with that, he walked away as if nothing had happened, leaving Harry there alone processing all this situation. Harry felt the urge to make a fuss, but his attention got disrupted by the black tie sitting slightly on his wrist.
Why in the world would Harry ever want to keep Malfoy's tie? It seems that he'll have to return it.