HP fic: Phoenix Tears [Draco/Harry, adult]
Title: Phoenix Tears Authors: cruisedirector and celandineb Fandom: HP Pairing: Draco/Harry (past Draco/Snape) Rating: adult Warnings: Rimming. Summary: After exploring London, Harry and Draco have a few more things to investigate. Note: Third in the Investigations series, after "Exchanging Wands" and "Meeting Again". Also here (f-locked).
"So, we've been to the Tower, the Natural History Museum, Kensington Park, the London Eye, and the National Gallery. I'm still not sure I believe that was your however-many-greats grandfather in that picture," Harry said. He was sitting with Draco in Leicester Square, watching Muggle tourists and trying to decide whether to see a film or not.
"Didn't you see the family resemblance?" Draco's voice was only slightly indignant; he was reading the film reviews and shaking his head over each one. "I can't believe anyone would waste their time and money on any of these. Much better ways to spend time, if you have it." He lowered the paper and peered over the top of it at Harry. "We don't have to see every sight in London this week, you know."
"True." It had been fun, though, going around with Draco the past several days. Draco had done far better at blending in to the Muggle world than Harry would ever have expected. Unlike Arthur Weasley, he seemed quite at home on the Tube and the buses, although Harry kept a sharp eye on him as Draco did have a tendency not to pay attention at zebra crossings and had nearly been hit by cars more than once. "What better ways did you have in mind?"
"Do you need to ask?" Draco smirked, and Harry blushed, taking a long drink from his bottle of lemonade to cover it. "You did say you were interested in trying something new today."
"One of those boat rides up the Thames to Greenwich?" Harry asked innocently. "Not as quick as by broom, but they tell you about pirates who were hanged on the wharf as you cruise past."
"Funny, Potter." Draco grinned at him and Harry felt his cock stir. "If you're determined to top, you only have to say so. I'm perfectly happy to be the one getting his prick and arse stroked at the same time..."
"When you put it that way, it hardly sounds fair if you get to bottom again," Harry snickered. "Forget the movie -- we'll go home. But there's one thing I want to do first."
Harry and Draco had avoided most of the major wizarding destinations in London. Naturally, there were always a handful of magical folk among the Muggles at places like the Tower and the reconstructed Globe Theatre -- it might not have been perfectly apparent to Muggles that Shakespeare had been a wizard, yet like his contemporaries Marlowe and Dee, he had clearly studied Transfiguration and History of Magic. But they had not set foot in any of the wizarding pubs, performance venues, or shops hidden away among the Muggle buildings.
"You know Knockturn Alley better than I do," he began.
Draco made a face. "What do you want to go there for?"
"Because if Snape survived, I'm guessing he needed potions that aren't exactly available at any local apothecary. And he'd have bought them from people who could also be paid not to talk."
"You're probably right," said Draco with a sigh. "Yeah. There are a couple of shops in Knockturn that will sell anything -- legal or not -- to anyone with the Galleons for it, no questions asked. Murdle & Spinks would be the place to start." He gnawed on his lip. "I'd better be the one to talk, there, but I'll have to have something to convince Silo Murdle that it's worth his while to share information on another client."
"We'll stop by Gringotts beforehand. I need to get some money to buy this year's supplies for Hogwarts anyhow. We don't have to do that today, though, unless you feel like it. Still a couple of days before you're supposed to go back home."
With a grin, Draco said, "If I do go home. I could always send an owl to say that I'm having such a good time, and you're being so kind, and wouldn't it be all right if I just stayed on and went straight to school with you... I brought everything I needed with me anyway."
"You never had any intention of going back like your father said, did you?" Harry laughed.
"Nope. But it wasn't worth the argument, not when it's much simpler just to do what I want when he can't get after me about it." Draco stood up. "All right, let's see what we can find out about Snape. I'm still confused about how to get to Diagon Alley from here. Do we need to take a bus?"
"It's close enough to walk." Harry pointed towards the south. "That way."
All the corners of London where magic was hidden away never ceased to amaze Harry. He had not often traveled to the city when he was a child -- the Dursleys had hated taking him anywhere -- but on the occasions when he had visited, even when extraordinary things happened like with the snake at the zoo, he had never suspected that there was an entire world tucked away behind the one he saw. So even Knockturn Alley, with its dirty windows and dingy shops, made him smile.
Despite Draco's most charming greeting and the stack of Galleons he placed casually onto the counter, Silo Murdle had no useful information for them. Neither did Borgin of Borgin & Burkes, whose stock appeared to have been greatly reduced since Harry had last visited that shop; apparently the Ministry's crackdown on magical artifacts did not extend only to the homes of Death Eaters. The last shop he and Draco visited, feeling somewhat discouraged, held a different surprise.
"Melinda!" Harry exclaimed. He hadn't known Melinda Bobbin well, even though she had been one of Slughorn's favorite students; he'd had the impression that she was quite wealthy, as her family owned a large chain of apothecaries. Draco looked equally startled to see her working behind the counter at a Knockturn Alley shop, though Melinda jumped slightly as though she was even more surprised to see them.
"Never know who's going to walk in here these days," she said. "What can I do for you?"
This time Harry took the lead. "Draco and I are both returning to Hogwarts this autumn," he said in confidential tones, "and since we've been out for a year, I was thinking that I'd like to do some sort of extra project, both to get back into the whole school thing, and maybe to impress Professor Slughorn a bit -- I think he's going to teach one last time. Maybe something on venoms and poisons, and the best antidotes for them."
Melinda's expression was puzzled. "Professor Slughorn liked you; I don't think you'd need to do anything special to impress him. He was always saying that you were one of the best Potions students he'd ever had."
"He didn't much care for Draco, though, and we're going to make this a joint project." Harry winked at her. "Draco's at least as good as I am, really, and he's the one who came up with the idea."
"I was wondering if you'd sold any unusual ingredients in the last several months, ones that would be useful for some of the more obscure kinds of antidotes," Draco cut in smoothly. "Or even premade potions of that type. We'd be interested in buying the same items, and maybe talking to the customers who bought them -- learn some tricks that aren't in the textbook, you know? If you could tell us who'd bought what, along those lines, it would be very helpful." He gave a smile that was practically blinding in its sincere hopefulness.
"We keep a record of each transaction," Melinda admitted. "I suppose I could at least look and see what we've sold that would fit that description."
She disappeared into the back, and Draco whistled softly. "Didn't think her parents had any Death Eater connections at all. They must have been awfully friendly with the Ministry under You-Know-Who, if this is where she's working now."
Harry felt uncomfortable. "You mean the Ministry is punishing people for... collaborating?" Even as he said the word, he realized that of course that was what was happening. Once Scrimgeour was gone, the people who did business in or with the Ministry had had to decide how far they were willing to go to stay in favor -- some, like Dolores Umbridge, had done whatever they could to further their own ends, while others, like several of the officials in the Department of Magical Creatures, had gone along with outrageous edicts without protest though without much zeal, either.
"It wasn't just the Death Eaters who kept You-Know-Who in power," Draco said darkly, inspecting shelves of ingredients. "And it wasn't just the Ministry. The booksellers and apothecaries and even the animal emporiums... a lot of them did what they were told without asking questions: firing employees, taking compensation when certain ingredients disappeared. It takes a lot more than an inner circle to do what he did."
Melinda came back, frowning. "I'm not sure if this means anything, but we had a request for phoenix tears -- quite a large order. I'm sure you know how hard that is to fill; the phoenix has to volunteer the tears."
With a rush of excitement, Harry asked, "Were you able to fill it? Did..." He was about to go on to ask who had placed the order, but Draco nudged him and he fell silent.
"It's marked on the invoice as pending -- we had only about half the requested amount, and that was delivered with the rest of the order. Apparently the customer still wants the remainder when we get in a new supply."
"So you haven't any more right now." Draco sounded disappointed. "That'll make it difficult for me to work on this project."
"We've been hoping to restock for months, but there just aren't many wizards or witches who own phoenixes, and fewer still who care to collect and sell the tears. Professor Dumbledore used to, occasionally, but of course since his death that's ended." Melinda scratched her cheek thoughtfully. "That was such a large order, I can't imagine what it was going to be used for. Usually just a few drops is enough for any potion."
"I don't suppose there's any chance that the person who bought you out would be willing to sell me just a bit?" Draco pulled out a handful of Galleons and began to lay them out, one by one, in a pattern on the counter. He swept them up and laid them out again. "I'd be most grateful for a name or even simply a way to contact him."
Melinda looked from the coins to Draco. "I can't give you a name," she said slowly. "Even if I knew it... the book says John Smith, I'm sure it's not the real name. But the records say he also requested plantain root -- that's an unusual request for an apothecary, most people eat them, but certain American healers say the roots are valuable for treating snakebite. We just received some of those and there's a note here that an owl was sent."
"Does that mean that whoever it is will be in to pick it up?"
"Probably not until tomorrow, since I'm about to close up for the evening, but if he's so anxious to have it, perhaps he'll be here tomorrow morning."
"And we could happen to come round and see," Harry smiled at her. "Thanks, Melinda. You've been great."
She ducked her head, embarrassed. "And you saved everyone at Hogwarts."
Now it was Harry's turn to blush. For all the publicity, he still wasn't used to hearing that sort of thing from people he actually knew. "Uh, thanks. We'll probably stop by early, then. Good night."
Outside, Draco hurried them out of Knockturn Alley, and as soon as they were a few doors along in Diagon Alley where they wouldn't be noticed, he crowed quietly. "It's Snape! It has to be him. Plantain root for snakebite? Phoenix tears? Couldn't be anyone else."
It could, Harry knew, but he thought Draco might just be right. "We'll find out tomorrow, hopefully." They'd need to talk later about whether they should use a Disillusionment charm, or perhaps the Invisibility Cloak -- it might not be a good idea to go undisguised. If it was Snape, he was obviously trying to be as discreet as possible; in fact, it wouldn't surprise Harry if Snape were in disguise himself. An image of Snape dressed in Augusta Longbottom's hat, the way Neville's boggart had appeared, made Harry chuckle.
"What's so funny?" When Harry explained, Draco laughed too. "You're right, though, he probably won't look like himself, if he comes in person. He'd know that Melinda and other people would recognize him. We'll have to be inside the shop to see who picks up the plantain root."
They were both cheerful as they headed home to Grimmauld Place, stopping for fish and chips on the way. "My mum never let me have chips at home. Too Muggle, I think," Draco explained cheerfully, pouring enough vinegar over the lot to disintegrate a doxy. "You know that Snape's a half-blood?"
"Yes. I'm a bit surprised that you do, though. I thought he'd hidden his past the way Voldemort did."
Draco glanced around nervously as if he still expected Death Eaters to appear at the sound of the name. "My father knew Snape at Hogwarts. Not so easy for a first-year to keep secrets from a prefect. Snape's family came from a Muggle town -- his mother married well below her, that is, she seems to have gone over to her husband's life and not kept in touch with her school chums." Chewing thoughtfully, Draco dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. "I'm a bit surprised he would have come to London."
"We don't know that he did," Harry reminded him. "But if he was as badly injured as it seemed, I doubt he could have bought what he needed in Hogsmeade without attracting attention."
"That's true," agreed Draco. "He'd almost have had to have taken a dose of an antidote before the snake bit him, to survive at all, but since he died in the Shrieking Shack he could've Apparated away." He took another bite of fish and said through it, "In fact, I suppose it would make sense that he'd not want to be in Hogsmeade just then; he wouldn't know who would be there or which side they'd be on."
"Whereas London would be more neutral, even if still perhaps dangerous." Harry nodded. "It does fit together... but it's still just speculation, remember. If the person who bought the phoenix tears and plantain root turns out to be someone else altogether -- "
"Then we'll keep looking." Draco's voice was determined. "Until either we find Snape alive or find proof that he's dead. I owe him that much."
Harry did too; without Snape's memories, he wouldn't have been able to defeat Voldemort, in the end. He quashed the surge of jealousy that Draco cared so much about Snape and said, striving to sound casual, "Of course we'll keep looking. I just don't think we should feel badly if this doesn't turn out to be him. Snape's always been good at deception, after all, and hiding for his life would give him a lot of incentive to be careful."
If Snape did not want to be found, Harry was quite sure that they wouldn't find him. But while he doubted that Snape would hide from Draco -- Snape had saved Draco's life at least twice -- he wasn't sure whether Snape would ever want to see the son of James Potter again. Snape had done what Dumbledore had asked him to do, he'd protected Lily's son, and in desperation he had showed Harry some of his most private memories. What if he felt that his obligations were discharged now, and he could get away from a young man he'd decided was as arrogant and thoughtless as his father?
"Can't do anything till morning, anyway," Draco said reasonably, tossing aside his last chip, which was burnt around the edges. "Want to pick up some firewhisky on the way back?" His grin was suggestive.
"I'd prefer to be sober, but if you think you're going to need it..." Harry grinned back. He was still a bit nervous, but several days of shagging Draco and discovering what Draco liked and expected in bed had made him quite confident that Draco knew what he was doing and would try to make anything he did with Harry good for Harry too.
Popping a last bit of crunchy fried batter into his mouth, he pushed back his chair, and Draco followed. "Been looking forward to this all week," Draco told him in a low voice as they headed out into the evening light. "I'd prefer to be sober too."
That was a relief. Not that Harry wouldn't trust Draco -- in bed, at any rate -- even if Draco were slightly drunk, but he rather thought that more control was probably better. Hearing that Draco had been looking forward to shagging him gave Harry a boost, too. It was plain that Draco very much enjoyed having Harry fuck him; turning it around was not going to be about power, but about pleasure.
"We could still buy a bottle, for afterward?"
"If you want." Draco elbowed Harry. "Lush."
"You suggested it first," Harry countered. "But no, Kreacher can probably scout out something from the corners of the wine cellar. I don't think Sirius managed to drink everything in it."
"Hm, yes, that sounds good." Softly, so that the Muggles they passed couldn't hear, Draco said, "Besides, my cock is already hard just thinking about fucking you, and I don't want to wait."
Harry shivered. "If we duck into this alley, we could Apparate home right away," he suggested.
Grinning, Draco grabbed his hand and pulled Harry around the corner into the alley. To anyone watching, they probably looked like two gay Muggles who couldn't wait to be alone... Harry hoped there weren't any Muggle police officers around. But no one followed them, and after a moment to be certain that they were out of sight, Draco pulled him in close and made the world compress around them.
Apparition was not comfortable under the best of circumstances, but it was oddly intimate now to do it Side-Along with someone Harry was planning to let inside his arse in a few minutes. He stumbled as they popped out on the steps of Grimmauld Place, inside the charms that kept the house invisible to Muggles. Draco tugged him upright and they entered the house, where Kreacher was waiting.
"Will Harry be requiring his supper?"
"No, we've already had supper, thank you. Kreacher, when you have a moment, would you look in the cellar and see if there are any decent bottles of wine? We won't be needing it until later."
"Kreacher knows where the finest bottles are hidden," the elf assured him. If house-elves were sorted at Hogwarts, Harry was certain that Kreacher would have been a Slytherin.
"Perhaps you could leave one outside Harry's bedroom door, and a couple of glasses with it." Draco's tone was halfway between a command and a request, but it seemed to go over well with Kreacher, who bowed and agreed.
"Less interruption," Draco explained unnecessarily, ignoring the departing elf and pulling Harry close again to give him a hungry kiss. "Mm. Last time I suggested that a bath might relax you before bottoming; do you want to try that again?"
The way Draco had touched him in the bath had been awfully nice... and definitely relaxing. Plus, charms or no, Harry thought he'd be less concerned about being clean if some soap and water were involved. "I'd like that," he agreed.
"Good." Draco's grin was knowing. "We'll get you in a right proper state for this. And there's something else I'm going to show you first... something that Snape did for me once and I'm sure you'll enjoy."
"What?" asked Harry, feeling a bit nervous as they reached the bathroom and Draco turned on the water.
"Let's just say that he has a wicked way with his tongue."
The bath did feel wonderful; they had been walking nearly all day, and while Harry had enjoyed it, his legs were very happy to stretch out in warm water with Draco behind him, soaping up his chest. "Hands in the air," Draco ordered like a Muggle bank robber in one of the old movies Dudley watched, but Harry's smirk turned into a groan as slow, soapy fingers worked their way down his biceps into his armpits.
"Did your parents bathe you when you were small?" he asked Draco.
"Nah -- I had a nurse. You can't think that my mother changed nappies, even using magic?" Draco snorted, working his hands down Harry's sides. "My parents weren't big on hugging. Thought it would make me soft. Bet they're sorry now that I'm turning out to be a poof."
"Let me." Squirming around in the tub, Harry took the soap from Draco. He'd had little opportunity to touch someone at his leisure; if Petunia had ever bathed him, he didn't remember it, and he'd been nervous about touching Ginny, making her think he expected or wanted more than just holding her and kissing. It was surprisingly arousing to touch Draco like this, just with soapy hands; his cock was throbbing even though it wasn't touching him. Although they'd been having sex all week, Harry hadn't felt able to explore Draco's body in quite the way he could now, running his hands along every inch of Draco's skin.
Compared to Harry, Draco didn't have much body hair, and what there was, was pale and sparse. When Harry asked if that bothered Draco at all, he got a surprised look and a shake of the head.
"Why should it?"
"I don't know... because it's supposed to be a sign of manliness, I guess?" Harry shrugged, running his fingers underwater along Draco's thigh from knee to groin, stopping just short of his cock.
"Tease," Draco accused him without rancor. "Come on, Harry, why should I think hair showed manliness? If I wanted hair, I'd brew up a potion or something. You're not saying you think I'm any less male because I don't have a great thicket of growth on my chest, are you?"
"No, of course not," said Harry with some embarrassment.
Draco looked at him thoughtfully. "I've known I preferred blokes for years... but you haven't, have you? I don't know how Muggles think of it..."
"It's not as big of a thing as it used to be, but there are still a lot of people who disapprove," Harry said. "My aunt and uncle and cousin would be appalled." He snorted. "Although I don't know if they'd think it was worse than being a wizard, to be honest."
"What I was trying to say was that maybe you have some ideas about what it means to be queer that are different from how wizards usually see it." Draco slid a hand over Harry's chest, and Harry closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. "If I was fucking you to get ahead in the Ministry or something like that, my parents wouldn't be disappointed, they'd be pleased. No one talks much about it but there's plenty of same-sex shagging among wizards, especially in schools like Durmstrang where it's all boys together."
Harry knew that plenty of that went on among Muggle boys as well. "Then how come everyone seems to pair off and get married by the time they're in their early twenties?" he asked Draco, stroking the firm hairless stretch of abdomen above his pubic hair.
"Because producing children is supposed to be the most important thing, especially if you're a pureblood. And unlike with Muggles, it still matters a great deal among wizards that your parents were married before you were born. How many wizards did you meet at Hogwarts who came from homes with just a mother? And you must have met some where you couldn't figure out why they were married to the person they were with. After a certain age it's considered more respectable to live alone than with someone of the same sex. Didn't you wonder why Dumbledore never passed on his powerful blood to a child?"
"Dumbledore!" Harry exclaimed in astonishment. He'd never much thought about Dumbledore as someone young enough to have sex, let alone with a family. Yet all the youthful passion of Dumbledore's letters to Grindelwald remained in his mind. That bond had gone deeper than ordinary friendship, to have sparked such jealousy and anger.
"So you see, it isn't that I like bottoming to you that would bother my father," Draco added with a wry grin. "It's that I'd rather live here with you than try to pair off with the right sort of girl and fulfill my obligations to my family. That's what makes me a poof."
"You'd rather live here with me?" Harry's heart beat faster.
"After we've finished school. If we're still getting on. Yes, I would." Draco's grey eyes were steady. "But that's a long way off... we don't need to think about anything like that yet. It's not something that's likely to be easy for either of us, you know." He put his hand over Harry's and guided it to his stiff cock. "Right now I'm more interested in fucking you."
"Okay." Harry swallowed, feeling Draco's prick hot and heavy in his hand, his mind chattering at him that this was going to be filling his arse very soon, and judging from how Draco acted when Harry fucked him, it was going to feel amazing. "Back in the bedroom?"
They dried off quickly and within minutes Harry was lying sprawled across the bed, Draco over him in a tangle of limbs, exchanging heated kisses. Draco trailed his tongue along the edge of Harry's jaw, up to his ear, and whispered, "Do you trust me to make this good for you?"
"Yeah." Harry stroked Draco's back. "I do."
Draco pulled away a little and gave Harry a brilliant smile. "Grab that pillow and put it under your hips. No, a little further back -- yeah, there." He started to kiss and lick and nibble his way down Harry's body, nosing into his armpits -- which tickled, and when Harry begged him to stop Draco chuckled wickedly but did switch over to nipping his nipples gently instead. Harry had never thought that he would be so sensitive there, but each tug felt like a stroke over his cock, now leaking a few drops onto his stomach. He reached for it only to have Draco capture his wrist. "Patience, Harry."
Patience was not something Harry much wanted to have to practice just now, not when he'd been hard for so long already. He whimpered as Draco bit into the skin at the juncture of his thigh, and then cried out more loudly when Draco licked a long wet stripe down his cock and blew over it, the feel of the air making him jump and shake. "God, Draco, please!"
"I'm flattered, I must say."
Distracted as he was, it took Harry a moment to realize the joke Draco was making. He gave a chuckle that was half-groan, and muttered, "Prat," but Draco merely grinned at him and went back to nuzzling at Harry's bollocks.
After a few minutes of that, Draco paused. Harry heard him murmuring something, and suddenly his arse tingled. "What did you do?"
"Oh, nothing much," said Draco in an offhand tone. His tongue trailed down, over the skin behind Harry's balls, and then he was licking at Harry's arsehole, the tip of his tongue easing inside, and with relief Harry figured out that it must have been a cleaning spell. He couldn't be impressed by Draco's wandless magic for long, though, not with Draco's tongue sliding around the tight pucker of his arse, coaxing him to relax and open. Harry had never imagined anything like this; every nerve there was overloading with pleasure.
"God, Merlin, Draco, I'll come like this if you keep doing that!"
Draco snickered. "God and Merlin now? I'll get a swelled head, Potter. And not just this head." Harry felt Draco's cock nudge against his thigh and moaned. If fucking was anything like what Draco had been doing with his tongue, then Harry wanted to push down on that cock and find out before he exploded.
"Please, would you just hurry!"
"It'll be much better if I don't." The lube was in Draco's hand -- had he conjured it from somewhere? -- and Harry could see him squeezing it over his fingers. "My tongue isn't quite as big as my cock. Let me..." He slid a finger in and out of Harry, which felt a bit strange at first, and then a second finger, which felt even stranger. "Tell me if it gets uncomfortable."
"Just feels a bit different," Harry whispered. After having Draco's mouth there, it wasn't the same overwhelming delight, and Harry was feeling a bit disappointed when suddenly Draco bent a knuckle and his fingers nudged... "Aaahh!"
He could hear the smirk in Draco's voice but he didn't care, he didn't care about anything but "Oh fuck do it again!"
"Thought you might." Draco did do it again, and again, and Harry was back to thinking that he might come before Draco even put his cock inside him. The fingers went away before he could, though, and then Draco was kneeling, bracing himself on one arm and leaning over Harry, saying, "Are you ready?"
Harry could only nod. The tip of Draco's cock was pressing against him, almost teasingly, and Harry squirmed, wanting more. "Please, oh fuck!"
"I'm going to fuck you," Draco promised. His face was red and sweaty and all of a sudden Harry remembered how quickly he always came, fucking Draco, and realized that Draco was doing an amazing job of holding back to make sure that Harry's first time as a bottom was good. Then Draco's prick slid inside him, and it was good, the way Draco moved against him, shifting a little bit each time until he was rubbing against that same spot that had felt so wonderful before, and Harry groaned and Draco's face relaxed for a split second, then tensed again with that pre-orgasm strain Harry always saw on him.
"You're so tight, Harry, fuck, so great..." Even though Draco was thrusting faster now, harder, it didn't feel painful at all as Harry had expected it might; between the lube and the way that Draco's cock pushed against him, sending sparks up his spine, he was teetering on the edge. "Touch yourself, come on, want to feel you coming around me," panted Draco. "Want to see your come spilling out of that gorgeous cock of yours."
How did Draco manage to wait, and to talk in such deliciously dirty ways at the same time? Harry wrapped his hand around his prick and lifted his knees higher, holding the left one with his free hand and resting his right ankle on Draco's back, pressing him even deeper. "Draco, oh god," he whimpered, and didn't care if Draco laughed at him again.
But Draco didn't laugh. Draco shoved in hard, knocking the breath out of Harry, and groaned, "Fuck, Harry, won't last long in this tight arse of yours! Wank yourself for me, please!"
That ragged tone, that sound like begging in Draco's voice, was more than Harry could withstand. Stroking his cock feverishly, he arched and exploded with a grunt over his fingers as Draco impaled him. Hot spatters landed on his belly. "Oh fuck, Draco!" Harry gasped.
"Fuck, yes," panted Draco in agreement, still thrusting. "You clench up like... oh bloody hell going to come in your arse!" Throwing back his head, Draco shouted triumphantly, moving jerkily over Harry as his cock erupted inside him.
Though he had been embarrassed about coming first, Harry was glad to be able to watch Draco now, undistracted by his own need to come. He liked seeing how much pleasure Draco obviously took in fucking him, and the delight that stole over Draco's face as the spasms of his orgasm faded. "I really hope you enjoyed that as much as I did," Draco wheezed, "because that was as fantastic as it gets."
Harry hoped that wasn't entirely true -- it would be pretty sad to think that he'd had the best orgasm he'd ever have at the age of eighteen -- but he did have to agree. "Yeah; it really was great." He realized that he was still wrapped around Draco, more or less preventing him from moving, and with some reluctance lifted his leg away from Draco's back, but Draco didn't pull away as he expected.
Instead he leaned forward and kissed Harry's eyes, one after the other, and then his mouth. Only after that did Draco flush and seem embarrassed. "I haven't topped very much. You're not just saying you liked it?"
Harry shook his head. "Not at all. I can see why you like bottoming now... and you're right, I think having done that will make a difference next time I top. Um. I'm glad you didn't tell me beforehand you hadn't done it much, though. I might have had a harder time relaxing, and all that."
With a snort, Draco said, "Why do you think I didn't?" Now he began to ease out of Harry's arse, which was feeling slightly sore but not too bad. "Hang on. I'm going to go get that wine... Kreacher must have left it by now."
He looked satiated but self-possessed, naked as he was, as he padded back across the floor with the bottle and glasses, and poured for them both. "Cheers."
They clinked glasses in an unspoken toast, and then an unquenchable curiosity prompted Harry to ask, "Did you... you said you hadn't topped much. Did you do that to Snape?"
Draco snorted softly. "Do you really think Snape would have let me do that? I tried, once, when he was half-asleep, and he used some kind of stinging hex on my bum." Harry frowned, but Draco grinned. "Felt kind of good once it stopped smarting. I bet he would have spanked me if he wasn't so anxious at that point to fuck me."
Harry's eyes had widened. "And you liked that?"
Shrugging, Draco took another sip of wine. "Snape was the most defensive person anyone could imagine. Now I think he must have been Occluding the whole time, but then I was grateful he was willing to do it at all. It was all about sensation with him -- no talk, almost no kissing. He didn't even like me to tell him his cock felt good in me while we were doing it."
If it had been himself, Harry decided, he would have found that upsetting and impersonal, but considering what Draco had been living with at the time, he supposed he understood why it hadn't bothered Draco too much. "If we found him... would you want to keep doing it with him?" he asked Draco cautiously.
"No idea, really. I'm not even sure he'd want to." Finishing off the glass, Draco poured again, topping off Harry's as well. "I liked the sex well enough, but it was just sex, you know? He never pretended that we were friends or lovers or equals. I owe him a lot, but don't get the idea I have some kind of romantic delusion about him."
Which Harry was glad to hear, though he promptly wondered why he should be so relieved. Because it meant that Draco wouldn't go off with Snape, should they find him, and leave Harry alone? Well, not necessarily alone. Draco had said that Seamus was queer, and even if Seamus had finished school now there were other blokes around who might be too. On the other hand, although Draco could still be a git sometimes, sex with him wasn't something Harry wanted to give up, not if he didn't have to. Harry realized that Draco was staring at him and took a gulp of wine to cover his confused thoughts. "He'd be hard to be romantic about," Harry agreed, thinking of Snape's greasy hair and large nose, and the way he managed, always, to make Harry feel about two feet tall and six years old.
"You keep asking about him though." Draco peered owlishly at Harry as he refilled his glass once more. "Why?"
"I don't know." Squirming, Harry added, "I guess because I'm still surprised... both that Snape is queer, and that you had sex with him." Images of Snape pounding into Draco -- maybe even in the same piece of garden where Harry had done so -- flickered through his mind. "And, you know, I owe him a lot too... which is why I think it's worth trying to find him," he finished, hoping to shift the subject.
Draco's expression was skeptical, but he nodded and poured the last of the wine, dividing it between them. "The lead that Melinda gave us seems likely to be a good one."
"Yeah." Harry took a drink. "Whether we find Snape tomorrow or not, though, we should plan to buy our books for Hogwarts, get that out of the way. Unless, if we do find him, there's something more pressing than going to Flourish & Blotts."
Draco nodded. "Either way, though, we shouldn't waste the morning." He nudged Harry's elbow, grinning. "Sharing a bed isn't going to be possible at Hogwarts, so we won't have opportunities for enjoying the early part of the day. I somehow don't think I'll be made Head Boy, so the Prefect's Bathroom is out, too."
In fact the status that Draco had enjoyed during all his time at Hogwarts, while his father had been respectable and his family name admired, was likely at an end, and Harry suspected that McGonagall and Slughorn would see to it that he was kept very busy and accountable to them. With a sinking feeling he wondered whether Draco would even be allowed to play Quidditch. "I think your days as a prefect are over," he agreed, "but, year away or not, I expect that Hermione will be Head Girl. Maybe I can convince her to let slip the password for the bathroom."
"Never happen if she finds out you intend to go in there with me." Draco's voice was resigned, but his expression was bleak. "I don't mind telling you, I am not looking forward to going back. Half my friends have gone, and the other half may not acknowledge my presence."
"You could make new friends." Harry's jaw set. "If you really want us to be together, and this isn't just a distraction..."
"Is that what you think this is?" asked Draco incredulously. "I already told you I wanted us to be together. It's a bit soon to expect me to get down on one knee and propose to you." Harry felt his face turning red and started to stammer out a protest, but Draco elbowed him again. "After the past week, I'm a bit insulted that you think this might be just a distraction."
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. It's more than a distraction for me, too. Whatever Hermione and Ron think, it's not really any of their business." He gave Draco a small smile. "I know it's going to be harder for you, but I expect I'm going to find that some of my old friends won't be too happy either when they find out you and I are together."
"No one's going to cut the Savior of the Wizarding World to his face, though." Draco sighed. "Maybe it's not really a good idea for me to go back."
"Forget that." Harry sat up straight and scowled at Draco. "You can't run away and hide forever. Now's your chance to show everyone what your feelings really are. That you did what you did because you loved your family. The people that should matter will understand. I did, and Merlin knows I had a lot of reasons not to like you."
"This means a lot to you, that I be at Hogwarts, doesn't it?"
"Yes, it does." Harry touched Draco's knee. "We'll figure out ways to spend time together, I'm sure of it. And even if it's hard at first, things will get better."
Draco gazed into his empty wineglass and heaved an overly dramatic sigh. "But if you ditch me for a Weasley! Think of the humilation, Potter."
"I'm not going to ditch you for a Weasley." Harry couldn't help laughing, and Draco grinned at him, sending both their glasses floating to the bedside table with a wave of his hand. "More likely you're going to get fixed up with pureblood girls."
"If any respectable families would let their daughters date me. You see how little my parents have tried to meddle this week. I think I have a bit of time before they start chirping that chorus again." Draco waggled his eyebrows. "Besides, I think my father's afraid that if he asks directly, I might tell him I'm a poof. He'd rather pretend otherwise for as long as possible. You must have noticed what a coward he can be."
Lucius and Narcissa's cowardice had saved lives, perhaps including Harry's own. He elected to ignore that last statement. "All right, then, we have a plan. Tomorrow we look for Snape, we get our books... and we don't waste the morning." Harry curled up against Draco. "But if we're going to get up and do all of that, we should probably go to sleep."
"Two things first." Draco's hand felt for Harry's.
"What two things?" asked Harry, squeezing back.
"Since I don't feel like waking up stuck to the sheets... Accio wand!"
With the wand in his hand, Draco cast a cleaning charm. Harry realized that, in fact, he'd been a little uncomfortable from the dried remnants of Draco's semen and nodded. "And the second thing?"
"This." Draco pulled Harry close and gave him a kiss that had him hard, panting and squirming, in under two minutes.
"Hey!" Harry gasped once Draco let him breathe again. "I thought we were waiting till morning!"
"Can't keep your hands and various other parts off me?" Draco smirked. "We said we weren't going to waste the morning. Doesn't mean we can't have another go tonight, if we want. Although I don't expect you'd be up for bottoming again quite yet."
"Not really," Harry agreed. He still felt a bit odd -- not sore, exactly, but tender, and he didn't want to push it. "Since you don't seem terribly tired, though..."
Draco was still smirking. And since it wasn't really all that late, Harry felt no qualms about taking full advantage of sharing the bed.