Undefined

Chapter 11

The Shrieking Shack Revisited

Draco found Harry waiting for him at the top of the staircase leading to the Entrance Hall. It had not been planned, but somehow both knew exactly where to be at that moment. Harry pulled Draco behind a pillar and placed his invisibility cloak over the pair of them. They walked quickly to the oak doors, pushing them open as quietly as they could. The cool night air spilled over them in waves as they descended the stairs and walked the expanse from the castle doors to the Whomping Willow. Usually violent at the slightest sign of human movement, the tree remained still as a statue as they approached under the cloak. Harry slowed Draco by throwing his arm in front of him and stared up at the very temperamental tree.

"Well, come on," Draco said, moving forward.

"Slower," Harry said, seemingly afraid the tree would attack at any moment, but it remained quite still as they walked towards it. "Go on." He pointed to a small tunnel invisible in the dark.

"Where?" Draco asked, staring at the ground stupidly.

"Here," Harry said, sliding from under the cloak and slipping down the tunnel.

Draco threw the cloak down to him and slid down himself, falling into Harry and knocking him to the ground. The tree gave a great shudder, shaking the ground around them, and then grew still. Draco helped Harry back up and followed him through the dark tunnel, their wand tips aglow. It was damp and dark, and smelled heavily of wet earth and dead animals. Occasionally, Draco felt something crunch or squish under his feet but kept on, not wanting to know what unknown dead, alive, or semi-dead substances he was walking on.

"How far is this place?" Draco asked, his back aching from bending down on account of the size of the tunnel.

"Just a bit more," Harry said.

But the minutes seemed to last forever until Draco was tempted to give up and turn around. Just then, the tunnel grew larger and, to his immense relief, he could now walk erect.

"There," Harry said, pointing to a small hole.

He climbed up it and helped Draco through. Draco dusted himself off and looked around; the place was quite dingy and dirty, all the windows were boarded up and broken furniture littered the floor. Harry grabbed Draco's arm and led him up a rickety staircase and turned into a room on the right. It, too, was dark and dingy, but the presence of the bed against the back wall more than made up for the dirt, dust, grime, and the sweaty walk from the castle.

Harry removed his jacket and placed it, along with his wand, on the top of a broken bureau. Draco watched him, and then casually shrugged his jacket off, letting it land on the floor. He pounced on Harry, pushing him onto the bed.

"You owe me, remember?"

"No," Harry said. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Really?" Draco asked, grinding his hips suggestively into Harry's. "No idea?"

"None," Harry said quite sarcastically.

"Pity," Draco said, pinning Harry to the bed with his knees and removing his glasses. "I'll have to remind you, then."

"You know I can't see a damn thing this way," Harry said, reaching for his glasses.

"Exactly," Draco said, throwing them aside.

"If they break--" Harry began.

"I know a spell to fix them, Potter," Draco said smoothly. "Now, shut up."

He liked having Harry this way, even more vulnerable than usual. Draco relinquished his position, sliding off Harry and resting on his back, placing his hands behind his head. Harry clumsily followed, leaning in and kissing Draco. Normally, Draco would not stand for this given the urgency of his desire, but he did not feel the need to protest. They were, after all, alone and had all the time in the world. Harry slid on top of him and Draco spread his legs a bit, grinding into Harry.

"Oh," Harry said, pulling away. "Now I remember."

"Good," Draco said, shoving Harry's hands farther down. "Excellent. So get on with it."

Draco moaned a bit too loudly for his own liking when Harry's hands fumbled past his trouser fastening and slid through the fabric.

"Shit," Draco hissed, realizing it had been much too long since they'd done this.

He tugged hard on the back of Harry's shirt, while jerking hard against his hand. If he'd so chosen, he could have gotten off then and there, but it was ridiculous to waste it when something much, much better could be down there at the moment.

"Go down on me," Draco said, pushing Harry's head down.

"Now?" Harry asked.

"No, Potter, next year, of course now!" Draco said, pushing Harry down urgently.

It would feel so good, so fucking good...he cried out in glee when he felt Harry's tongue on him. In no mood for teasing, Draco shoved himself fully into Harry's mouth at the next available moment, moaning loudly and without restraint given the vacancy of their surroundings.

"Fucking hell!" he cried, arching his back and grabbing desperately at the sheets as though trying to tear them free of the bed. He couldn't hold back any longer; his thrusting grew a mind and will of its own and he jerked his hips wildly, finally losing it when he felt Harry's tongue do something particularly nice.

"My fucking jaw's gone numb," Harry said, sitting up.

Draco motioned Harry towards him, completely unable to formulate words at that moment.

"I can't see!" Harry protested.

"For fuck's sake, Potter!" Draco said, grabbing him. "How blind are you?"

"I told you," Harry said, falling clumsily on the mattress next to Draco. "I can't see a damn thing."

Draco slid his hand under Harry's shirt and ran his hand lightly over his skin, moving under his jeans. Harry closed his eyes and squirmed in content, pushing Draco's hand lower.

"Don't need to see now, do you?" Draco asked, easing Harry out of his trousers.

He was, Draco decided, more appealing than ever on this night, with the moonlight shining in the room in haphazard strips, illuminating small sections like a patchwork quilt.

"Do you want me to?" Draco breathed. Harry nodded. "Do you?"

"Yes," Harry said lowly.

Draco lowered himself into Harry's lap and engulfed him completely with one swift movement, taking great care to tease him and bring him within inches of climax before pulling away, until Harry audibly begged for more.

"Say it again," Draco cooed.

"Please," Harry said, sounding so helpless and desperate.

"Please who?" Draco demanded.

"Draco," Harry whispered.

"Louder," Draco said, and he chided Harry like this until he finally yelled his name and forced Draco's head into his lap, climaxing hard in his mouth.

"Nice," Draco said reaching for Harry and pulling him close.

Later, they lay side-by-side, the moonlight brighter than ever, and the wind outside echoing throughout the shack. Harry reached for his glasses, and, finally seeing Draco for the first time since they'd removed their clothing, pulled away.

"Have you been beating yourself up?" he asked, examining the various bruises on Draco's body.

"No," Draco said, yawning. "It's from those fucking lessons with Snape."

"Defence Against the Dark Arts?"

"Defensive magic, Harry," Draco corrected.

"He's foul," Harry said lowly, unable to restrain himself.

"He's all right," Draco said, shrugging. "My father trusts him."

"Well, he would, wouldn't he?"

"Don't discuss things you don't understand," Draco said darkly.

"Don't bring them up like they don't matter," Harry retorted.

Draco looked at him a moment, tempted to retaliate, but restrained. "Don't ruin this."

"Just because we're fucking doesn't mean we can't disagree," Harry said.

"Oh?" Draco said, sitting up. "Is that all it is, fucking?"

Harry sighed deeply. "I'm not good at all this."

"You've never been with a girl have you?"

Harry shook his head.

"Or a bloke?"

"No," Harry confessed.

"Have you kissed a girl at least?"

"One."

"Who was it?" Draco asked.

"No one."

"Was it the Weasley girl? She'd fuck you in a millisecond," Draco said.

"Not her."

"At least tell me what House she's in."

"Ravenclaw," Harry said, seemingly bored with the conversation.

"It was that Chang girl wasn't it?"

Harry nodded.

"What was it like?"

"Uncomfortable," Harry said. "She sort of cornered me."

"I hate aggressive girls. They're an easy fuck but not much else."

"How many have you had?" Harry asked.

"Loads, I don't keep track."

"Every girl in Slytherin?"

"Maybe, I don't know," Draco said. "I don't remember half of them the next day."

"For God's sake, Draco!" Harry said.

"What?"

"How can you forget them that quickly?"

Draco shrugged again. "I remember who I want to remember and the rest I don't. They matter in the moment but when it's over, it's over."

Harry stared a few moments at Draco before going further. "How many blokes?"

"What?" Draco asked, no more willing to talk about this than Harry had been about his first kiss.

"How many blokes have you been with?"

"Not many."

"How many?"

"A few," Draco said, wanting the subject dropped.

"Exactly how many are a few?"

"Two," Draco admitted.

"Who besides me, then?"

"Am I on trial?"

"He's a Slytherin, isn't he?" Harry pressed.

"Yes," Draco said, "but I don't want to--"

"Crabbe?" Harry asked, his face breaking into a grin.

"NO!" Draco said, appalled. "And not Goyle either, so don't even think it!"

Harry's faced dropped suddenly. "Blaise."

"What?"

"It was Blaise, wasn't it? That's why you landed him in the hospital wing."

"What? No...of course..." Draco began, his heart suddenly beating very fast.

"How long did it go on?" Harry asked, sounding very cold.

"One night," Draco said quickly, perhaps a bit too quickly.

"Funny," Harry said. "Not long ago I heard Blaise bragging about how you two were shagging in the common room every night."

"Blaise is a filthy liar," Draco said calmly.

"Did you do it after you started with me?" Harry asked apprehensively, as though he didn't want to know.

"No," Draco said immediately. "No...yes."

The truth flew out before Draco could stop it and he wanted nothing more than to take it back given the look on Harry's face.

"Oh," Harry said lowly.

"But it's not what you think," Draco said quickly.

"I think it's exactly what I think," Harry said, growing rigid.

"No, it's not! You don't understand!" Draco said frantically, as Harry stood and began to dress. "He knew about us! He knew and he was going to tell, I know, because he's a filthy little bastard."

"You didn't have to go along with it," Harry said, angrily pulling his shirt over his head. "You could've said no."

"Sure I could've said no, and then what? The entire school would've known and you would've been found out."

"More like you would've been found out," Harry said.

"It's not about me!" Draco yelled.

"It's always about you!" Harry bellowed, turning around. "Everything! That's all this is, isn't it? Draco has a hard-on and needs a shag; who does he want this week? Oh, I know, Potter will do!"

"It's not like that at all," Draco snapped. "You don't get it, do you?"

"Explain it to me then!"

"Did I want word to get 'round about us? No," Draco said calmly. "I admit part of that was selfish but the bigger part was to protect you, but seeing as you think it's all about me, I suppose that doesn't matter."

"Fuck," Harry said, kicking a broken bit of furniture across the room.

Draco said nothing and glared at him, his heart pounding so fast he could hardly catch his breath. Harry kicked a few more stray bits of furniture before turning around.

"You aren't still doing him, are you?" he asked moodily.

"No," Draco said. "I took care of that."

Harry nodded, still pacing around the room. After several minutes he finally sat down on the edge of the bed, his back to Draco.

"Still mad?" Draco asked.

"No," Harry said, obviously lying.

"Are you going to sit there all night?"

"Maybe," Harry said.

"Fine, I get all the covers then," Draco said, sliding beneath them and grabbing the best pillow.

He lay awake, staring at the boarded-up window for what seemed like hours. Finally, he felt the bed shift as Harry stood; Draco turned and watched him undress and slide under the covers.

"'Bout time, I'm fucking freezing," Draco said.