DAY 22. Harry Potter. Harry/Draco. Let him fight his own battles Title: Let him fight his own battles Author:digthewriter Word Count: 1550 Rating: NC-17 Warning: EWE. Auror Training Academy. Made up stuff. Pretend Relationship. Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Author's Notes: This story is going to be called "Nothing Ventured. Nothing Gained." Each chapter is going to have a unique title but it'll all be part of one big story. I hope! AO3 link for all chapters in a row! All my thanks to nia_kantorka for the beta - omg best alpha/beta ever!
The room was dark, and the first thing Harry took in as he awoke, was the scent of Malfoy's hair. It still smelled as though Malfoy'd just come out of the shower, when in fact, Harry knew that he'd been sleeping there next to him all evening.
Harry smiled to himself, his lips against the back of Malfoy's neck when Malfoy shifted slightly.
"What time is it?" he asked.
"No idea. Late, I reckon," replied Harry.
"Hmm..." Malfoy mused as he pushed his arse back against Harry's groin, and gasping when he felt Harry's erection press back.
"You said you were ready to go again in a few, and I think it's been a few hours now."
"Didn't realise I was that tired..."
"Yeah. Maybe you just like sleeping next to me," Harry said.
Malfoy turned around so his head was on Harry's chest. "Maybe. It was a nice sleep, even if the beds are far too small for two people."
Harry wanted to say that tomorrow, they could discuss transfiguring the bed bigger, or combining both of their single beds to make a real bed when Malfoy got on top of him. He straddled Harry's lap, stroking his sides. His hands felt like heaven as they roamed up and down Harry's body.
"Would it be presumptuous of me to discuss top or bottom in this moment?" he asked carefully. It was one thing that they'd fooled around, but to take the next step in their relationship without even having properly discussed it was another thing. They had just gone from "let's not have a fake relationship" to giving into their desires. But were they actually boyfriends? Harry had no idea.
Malfoy leaned down and kissed him softly before whispering in Harry's ear, "What do you like?"
Harry's entire body shivered with desire and he jerked his hips up. "I like sex. Whether it's me inside you, or you inside me, I won't care. Not with you..."
"Why not?" Malfoy asked, nipping Harry's ear and then kissing his neck, before he made his way down Harry's stomach.
"Isn't it obvious?" Harry asked, grabbing a hold of Malfoy's hips and pressing him down on his erection. "I want you. I want you so much I can't think straight. So if you want to call the shots, that's fine with me. If it's something I won't like, I'll let you know."
Then Harry turned his head and concentrated on the small lamp on his bedside table. He mumbled a spell to bring some light in the room so he could see Malfoy's face. He didn't want to do this in the dark. He wanted to be able to tell what Malfoy was thinking. Feeling. Enjoying.
Malfoy smiled down at Harry and leaned down again. This time, he mumbled against Harry's lips. "Get the lube. I want to ride you."
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It started off slow. Harry watched with his hands itching to touch, but Malfoy had told him not to. He watched as Malfoy opened himself up, lubed up his cock, and settled down on top of him.
When Malfoy started to move, Harry couldn't help himself anymore. He grabbed Malfoy by his hips and they moved together.
Malfoy was absolutely breath-taking like this. His head tilted back, his eyes closed, and his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed while practically dancing on Harry's cock.
Harry opened his mouth to say something, tell him how he felt, how he felt about Malfoy, when there was a knock on the door.
"You can't be fucking serious!" Harry groaned, grabbing a pillow and muffling the sounds of his frustration.
"Ignore it," Malfoy said, reaching down and removing the pillow from Harry's face. "I don't care who it is..."
Harry was going to say "Okay," when there was another knock.
"I'll place a silencing charm, and claim we were sleeping..."
"It might be an emergency," Harry found himself saying, and then hating himself for it. He was in no condition to move. And he absolutely, positively, didn't want Malfoy to get off him.
The person on the other side of the door knocked again. "All right, I'm coming!" Malfoy roared while scowling.
"No. Neither one of us is..."
Malfoy glared at Harry before he awkwardly balanced himself on his knees as Harry slid out of him. Harry had half a mind to whine but he knew the quicker they get rid of whatever was at the door, the quicker they could get back at this.
He watched as Malfoy summoned his dressing gown and put it on. Then, he pulled the curtains around their sleeping area that separated the sitting room from the bedroom, and also hid Harry from the view of the door.
"Don't you move. Don't make a sound, don't close your eyes, and don't even think about touching yourself until I'm back. I want you like this when I return."
Then, without a word, he walked away from Harry to answer the door.
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"Seb?"
What? Are you bloody serious? Harry thought.
"Draco, I made a mistake."
Harry's eyes widened when he heard the confession. His heart sank when he thought what if...What if Malfoy decided to take him back? What if Malfoy had been waiting for this?
Give yourself a little credit. A voice in his head spoke. And Harry knew it was right. He'd just been with Malfoy; they'd just been so close together. There was no way Malfoy was going to go running back to Sebastian. Not after everything that'd happened between them.
"Sebastian—"
"Just listen, okay? I'm sorry. I made a huge mistake. I didn't know how good I had it with you, and I was being an arse, okay? Is that what you want to hear? Fine, I admit it. I know our families wanted us to get together, but I didn't know if I could associate myself with former Death Eaters. But I was stupid. I wasn't thinking right. I can't be apart from you, Draco. I can't be apart for Christmas without you knowing how I really feel..."
Harry heard Malfoy taken in a heavy sigh before he spoke. "Sebastian, go back to your room."
"What? Why?" Sebastian sounded defensive, which only annoyed Harry. It was too little too late to want Malfoy back. To want him back like this. He'd seen Harry with Malfoy, and now he was missing him? Now he'd realised he'd made a mistake.
"You really have the worst timing, don't you?"
"What does that mean?" Now, Sebastian sounded angry. Harry wanted to get off the bed and confront the bloke now, but he'd promised Malfoy he was going to stay put.
"Seb, I was literally in the middle of a great shag when you knocked on my door. I was going to ignore it, but I thought there'd been some real emergency. Do you know how long it's been since I've had—"
"Draco..." Sebastian sounded put off.
"No. Seriously. His cock—which for the record, is bigger and thicker than yours—was nicely fit inside of me as I was riding him, and I was so hard, because I've been looking forward to fucking his face later..."
Harry couldn't believe it. Had Malfoy honestly just said all of that to Sebastian? And then the thought of having Malfoy's cock in his mouth, while he tugged on Harry's hair and fucked his throat made his own cock leak.
"Please don't talk like that," Sebastian said, "You're hurting me, Draco."
Harry scowled. Merlin, he wanted Sebastian to leave already so he and Malfoy could go back to doing what they were doing. He hoped that Malfoy didn't lose mood for it.
"...and then you're here with your half-arsed confession, wanting me back. Why? Because you saw how hot we were together, and you were bothered. Because Otto Jones managed to seduce your date from right under your nose?"
"I still have feelings for you. I still love—"
"I don't care if you get on top of the Big Ben and enchant the sky spelling out your love for me. The ship's sailed."
"I'm with someone who is far better than you in a million and one ways. He's kind, thoughtful, he listens to me, cares about my bloody day, and has the balls to stand up to my father. I was an idiot to date you. Sure, I liked you, but mostly it was because Father approved of you. And I can't be with someone if my heart's not in it. Harry—he has my heart, do you understand?"
"You always liked him," Sebastian said, dryly.
"Maybe, I always did. But I would have been with you, because we were together, and I'd made a commitment—"
"So, now you're committed to him? You don't think he will leave you once he realises what a handful you are?"
Malfoy snorted. "Maybe. But part of me thinks he already knows what a handful I am and likes me anyway. Either way, I'm going back now. I'm going to close this door and step away. Just go back, Sebastian. Let's not make this anymore awkward than it already is. We have to stay in the academy together. We'll probably eventually end up working together. Let's just move on."
It was quiet for a while and again, Harry wanted to get up, but then he heard the door close.