Decorus Draco

Chapter 11 - Alternate lemon AT scene

Harry waited impatiently in the little room atop the Astronomy Tower, wondering when Draco would show up. The blond had made him wait about ten minutes the previous night, not that Harry minded it that much. That Draco was willing to meet him in this romantic setting was good enough for Harry for now. Harry now turned his thoughts to what Draco might have in mind, and smiled as raunchy thoughts crossed his mind. He could imagine Draco allowing Harry to kiss him, could imagine running his hands all over Draco's skin, opening those robes and tasting that delicious body...God, he had imagined what Draco's body might look like so many times, maybe today he would get a chance to actually see some of it. Draco had not even arrived yet, and Harry was already breathing hard, his body taut with anticipation.

The sound of the door opening made Harry turn from his seat at the window. Draco entered, quietly as he had the previous day, and walked towards the bench.

"Potter," Draco acknowledged.

"Hi," said Harry nervously.

"I liked your present a lot. Didn't think you had it in you to be so sneaky."

Harry grinned. "There's a lot you don't know about me Draco, but I'm willing to share if you're interested. So, do I get a reward since you liked my gift so much?"

"Maybe," said Draco, sitting down next to Harry. "I'd like to make you an offer though. Double or nothing. Accept a dare and you can do whatever you want to me, or back down and walk away with just a kiss."

Harry's mind jumped straight into the gutter, envisioning Draco lying on the ground bathed in moonlight, completely naked and spread out for him. He imagined trailing his fingers over that ivory skin, over Draco's chest and stomach and lower...Harry gulped. "Anything I want to do to you?" he asked, shakily.

"Anything."

"Okay, I accept. What's the dare?"

Draco removed a small package from his pocket and unshrunk it. "Wear this tomorrow and you get to live all your fantasies about me."

Harry took the package from Draco and unwrapped it. It was another t-shirt. Harry lifted it towards the moonlight to read what was written across the front.

In bold letters, were the words, 'My best friends are a pauper and a mudblood.'

In a moment, Harry's arousal turned to anger as he felt his temper rise. "You've gone too far this time, Draco. You know there's no way in hell I'm ever wearing that."

Draco gently traced Harry's lips with a finger, and whispered huskily, "Think about it Harry. Isn't there anything you would like to do to me or with me? Whatever you want. You ask and it's yours. All you have to do is wear the shirt for a day. Surely your friends would understand."

Harry felt his body start to react, but his mind revolted furiously. He stood up, feeling the room heat up with the anger he felt inside. "They probably will. Which is why I would never do it, Malfoy. I've been so crazy about you that I haven't been thinking straight. I can't imagine I alienated my house mates because of you. I thought there was something between us, something that..." Harry paused. "It doesn't matter, really. Tell Zabini that he's won. I give up. I won't be wooing you anymore. I've finally realised what you are, and you know what? I was wrong - you're not worth it."

Harry made to leave but Draco reached out, grasped Harry's wrist and pulled. Harry stumbled right into Draco's lap and before he could protest found himself being pulled into a deep kiss. Draco's lips were soft and sweet on his own, and Harry had been waiting for this for so long, but he couldn't give in, he just couldn't. He was ashamed enough of himself as it was, for giving in to Draco before. Harry tried to push Draco away, but Draco only pulled him closer and deepened the kiss.

Harry finally managed to break free of Draco's grasp, and stepped back, breathing heavily.

"What was that for, Malfoy?"

Draco seemed to be breathing hard too. "Malfoy? I'm not Draco anymore?"

Harry clenched his fists. "Stop playing with me, Malfoy. Whatever you're trying to do, it's not going to work. I won't wear that shirt or stoop any lower than I already have for you."

Harry turned to leave once more, before Draco's soft "Don't go" stopped him.

Harry bit his lip and turned back to look at Draco. In the moonlight, Draco looked almost ethereal. The pale blond took a deep breath and started, the words flowing rapidly out of his mouth.

"I suppose I owe you some sort of an explanation, don't I? The thing is - I don't know, so much has happened, and it's so confusing. I've been trying to understand what's been going on, and I suppose I've been fighting it - fighting you. And I was looking for reasons why it was wrong, why you were wrong. I had decided that if you did accept the shirt, that was it. It would show that you had no dignity and I wouldn't bother with you anymore." Draco laughed softly. "I'm not even sure I would have stuck to it if you had worn it. Look Potter - Harry, I'm not sure what's going on between us, but it's not something I can explain or control and I'm not used to being in this position. I'm confused and it's killing me."

Harry sighed and returned to sit next to Draco. "I know what you mean. I would have never thought I'd feel this way about you either. It's confusing as heck, but I just feel that there's something...I don't know...something special happening between us. I know you feel it too, so don't even try to deny it. You want me as much as I want you and denying it obviously isn't helping."

Harry paused and looked straight at Draco. "Don't you feel this chemistry between us, Draco? D'you think it's because we're soul mates?" he asked.

Draco looked up at Harry. "I'm not even sure soul mates exist, Harry. All I know is; yes, I do feel this attraction between us, I want you so much it's driving me crazy, and I'm not just talking about wanting your body. I haven't felt this way about anybody, not even Blaise, and maybe it's time for me to stop fighting it."

Harry, who had narrowed his eyes at the mention of Zabini, now smiled. "So, where does that leave us now?"

Draco matched Harry's smile with one of his own. "Maybe we should just take it one step at a time and see where it leads us?"

Harry grinned. "That's more than okay with me." He put his arms around Draco and gently touched his lips to the Decorus's. Draco sighed into the kiss and brought his own arms around Harry. Harry turned to straddle the bench and pressed closer to Draco. Draco smiled and followed Harry's example, turning around to put either leg around the bench, so that his knees knocked Harry's. Harry tried to get closer to Draco to kiss him again, but found it difficult in their current position. He made a small sound of annoyance as he lifted his legs to twine around Draco's waist and scooted closer. They were now pressed together, lips attached to lips, chests and groins touching.

They kissed deeply for a few minutes, wet, delicious kisses that sent Harry's senses reeling. Eventually, Draco's lips left Harry's and settled on the Gryffindor's neck instead. Harry gasped as Draco's clever tongue traced a spot on his neck that Harry never knew was so sensitive. Draco gently nibbled on Harry's neck, his hands leaving Harry's shoulders to slowly open the clasp of Harry's robes.

Harry broke the kiss long enough to shrug off his robes, and started to unfasten the clasp on Draco's robes, easing the Slytherin out of them too. Harry pulled back to look at Draco, the crisp white shirt making Draco look more angelic than usual. Harry smiled as he thought about just how unangelic both his and Draco's thoughts were right now.

"What're you smiling at?" Draco asked, unable to suppress a little smile of his own.

"I was just thinking of how innocent you look like this," Harry said, ruffling Draco's hair for effect.

Draco looked horrified at the thought. "Innocent? I'm experienced, Potter, more experienced than you'll ever be!"

Harry withdrew his hand sharply at that, frowning at Draco. "Yeah, I know. Had a lot of fun times with Zabini, did you?"

Harry tried to pull away from Draco then, but the blond grabbed him by the shoulders and pressed their lips together again. "Do you really want to talk about Blaise now, Harry?" he asked, running his fingers down Harry's neck and over his sensitized nipples.

Harry's moan was captured by Draco's lips as the Slytherin began to unbutton Harry's shirt. Draco slowly removed Harry's shirt and then pulled the boy's undershirt over his head as well. Draco licked his lips as he ran his fingers over Harry's now naked chest. Harry shivered as nimble fingers traced patterns all over his torso, moving lower to trail past his navel and over the hardness in his trousers.

"Draaaaco," Harry moaned, "I...I don't think...I'm not sure...mmmm...God, Draco!" Rational thought fled as Draco's tongue explored the depths of Harry's mouth even as one of Draco's hands rubbed slowly against the front of Harry's trousers.

Draco seemed encouraged by Harry's response, and his left hand tweaked at one of Harry's nipples, while his right hand began unzipping Harry's trousers. Harry suddenly dropped the hand that had been clutching at Draco, and grasped the blond's roving hand before it could get into his pants.

Draco looked up at Harry, who was panting by now.

"Draco, I...I just wanted you to know, I've never actually...done this before," Harry said, between breaths, holding on to Draco's hand that was still trying to get into his pants.

"Snogging me in the Astronomy Tower? Of course not, Potter. Although," Draco paused, licking a trail up from Harry's neck to his lips, "you've done a lot more than that in my dreams. Do you want me to tell you more about my dreams, Harry?" Draco whispered seductively.

Harry moaned then, remembering his own steamy dreams of Draco taking him, claiming him, making him his own. He released his grip on Draco's hand, which promptly snaked into Harry's briefs and rubbed against him. Harry moaned once again, and somehow managed to get a grip on Draco's hand again.

"Draco, I just...I just don't want to rush this, okay? I've wanted this for so long, God, you have no idea, but...but we have all the time in the world, right? Can we just...take it slow?"

Draco's hand promptly stilled, and moved out of Harry's grasp to slowly move up and cup the Gryffindor's face. He nuzzled his nose against Harry's and smiled. "Who'd have thought I'd be this crazy about a sappy Gryffindor?"

Harry's eyes widened at that. "You're crazy about me?" he asked.

"You have no idea," Draco whispered, gently kissing Harry's lips.

Harry felt himself drowning in Draco's soft kisses, and wrapped his arms around the Decorus, holding him close.

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About half an hour later, Harry found himself lying sideways on the bench, still nuzzling and kissing Draco. He noticed something lying between them, and found the t-shirt that Draco had asked him to wear. Harry frowned.

"That really was very mean of you to ask me to wear this, you know?"

Draco shrugged. "It would only be mean if you'd agreed to wear it. Give me that." So saying, Draco took the shirt from Harry, and closing his eyes, pointed his wand at the shirt, hissed a few words.

He handed the shirt back to Harry, which now read, 'I have a Slytherin fan' and had an image of an ornate silver and green ceiling fan with snakes on each wing.

Harry grinned. "How did you do that? What language was the spell in?"

"It's Cattustongue," Draco said. "The language of cats. I discovered recently that I have the ability to talk to cats. And let me tell you, Mrs. Norris has a lot of stories to tell. I would never have imagined that the little Weasley broke up with you because you refused to put out."

Harry gasped at that. "What? Mrs. Norris told you that?"

"Yeah, apparently she was wandering around the castle and heard the female Weasley's shouts that you were brave enough to face Voldemort, but were still scared of her breasts."

Harry's jaw dropped at that. He had never told anybody about that particular extremely embarrassing conversation with Ginny.

"I have to admit, that made me happy though," Draco continued. "I would hate the thought of you with anyone else. I don't share well." At this, Draco pressed Harry closer to him, and claimed his lips in a possessive kiss, leaving Harry breathless.

Harry pulled away after a few seconds, smiling at Draco. "You've nothing to worry about, I'm all yours," he said, placing a soft kiss on Draco's lips.

Harry looked back at the shirt and smiled again. It was so sweet, and so...Draco.

"D'you like it?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, it's cute, just like you."

Draco frowned a bit at that, but then smiled. "Well, you can wear it whenever you think about me."

Harry turned from the shirt to stare deep into Draco's eyes. "That would mean wearing it all the time, then. I can't get you out of my mind."

Draco laughed at that. "How about we just keep this between ourselves for now? Wear it only if you're alone or under something. Does that sound reasonable?"

Harry chuckled. "Nothing about this is reasonable, Draco, nothing. But I'll wear it when I think about you. And try to get it washed once in a while as well."

Draco snickered and drew Harry in for another kiss, which gradually got heated as Harry pressed closer to Draco and lifted his leg over the Slytherin's.

Harry felt himself moaning and pushed against the Slytherin, who gave a startled gasp. "Harry?" he asked.

"Mmmm?" Harry replied, busy exploring that gloriously soft skin with his tongue.

"I thought you wanted to take it...slow," said Draco, gasping as Harry pushed against him again, pressing their arousals together deliciously.

"Hmmm?" said Harry again, suddenly realising what he was doing. "God, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Hey, I have no problem with anything you want to do," Draco told Harry, fondling the Gryffindor's bum as he spoke. "But you wanted to take it slow, and I would hate for you to regret any of this in the morning."

Harry smiled and hugged Draco tight, before placing a chaste kiss on the Slytherin's cheek, and sitting up.

"I think we'd better stop for tonight," Harry said, I'm not sure I can resist your charms for much longer. If I stay here another hour, you're probably going to have me screaming your name by morning."

Draco's eyes seemed to glaze over at the thought, and he groaned. "Harry, Harry," he whispered. "Oh, what you do to me!"

Draco got up himself, and the two boys straightened out their clothes, and put their robes back on.

"So, this is goodbye," Harry asked softly.

"For now," said Draco, kissing Harry and pressing his forehead against the other boy's. "Tomorrow, same time, same place?"

"I'd love to!" said Harry, giving Draco one last kiss as they left the Astronomy Tower together, hand in hand.

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