Undefined

Chapter 35

Brandy with the Malfoys

Feeling particularly brash and rebellious, Draco led Harry to the dungeons, intent on shagging him in familiar territory. They stopped in various corners along the way, kissing and groping, teasing themselves for what was to come.

"Come on," Draco panted when they reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room. "I want to do it in my bed."

"Aren't you cheeky?" Harry said.

"I'm serious."

"Right, come on," Harry said, making towards the Rendezvous Room.

"I'm serious!" Draco said.

"You are serious."

"Everyone knows anyway," Draco said, running his finger the length of Harry's tie. "So, who cares?"

"Spot on," Harry said, grabbing Draco's hand before it could go any lower.

Draco muttered the password to the common room, and pulled Harry in his wake, ignoring the few people who sat randomly throughout the room. He nearly collided with the door leading to the boys' dormitory, but caught himself at the last moment and blundered through it. When they reached to door to his room, he shoved Harry in, and kicked the door shut.

"Nice," Harry said, looking around, his gaze resting on Montague's pristine bureau.

"Don't bother asking about that," Draco said, matching Harry's gaze.

"I wasn't," Harry said, walking around casually.

"Don't be a tease," Draco said, following.

"I'm not a tease!" Harry said, turning.

Draco stood directly in front of him and, smiling, pushed Harry back onto the bed.

"Harry," Draco said, resting his head on Harry's chest.

"What?"

"You smell like whisky."

"Really? I wonder why."

Draco laughed. "You're funny."

"Thanks," Harry said.

"You are!"

"I gathered you weren't kidding the first time."

Draco laughed harder, gripping Harry's robes. "Stop it!"

"What?" Harry said.

"Stop talking."

"Right," Harry said, placing his arms behind his head and examining the curtains surrounding the four-poster.

"Harry?"

"You told me not to talk."

"I changed my mind."

"I have permission now?"

"I didn't mean it like that," Draco said, running his finger over Harry's lips.

"Harry?"

"Still here."

Draco laughed again, his finger sliding along Harry's jaw. "Harry--"

"You realize you've said my name at least ten times in the past minute?"

"I like your name," Draco said, his face inches from Harry's.

"Good to know."

"Ha-- "

"If you're going to say my name again," Harry said, rubbing his eyes, "don't."

Draco laughed again, his nose pressing against Harry's and his hand reaching up to stroke his cheek. He couldn't help laughing - the Firewhisky slid through his veins, coating his very core, dispelling any pretense or trepidation. As quickly as his laughter erupted, it soon gave way to awareness of his growing erection. Instinctively, he grew quiet and pressed his lips against Harry's, pinning his arms above his head. Harry mumbled something in Draco's mouth, but the vibration only made him probe deeper, explore harder, and grind himself against Harry's thigh. Spinning--suddenly the entire the room was spinning and Draco was aware, in his semi-detached state, what was about to occur, and found it couldn't occur fast enough.

He sat up, and pulled the curtains closed around them, the clanking of the metal rings combining with the rustle their bodies, which moved as quickly as possible to remove their garments.

Once devoid of clothing, Draco pounced onto Harry, and once again pinned his arms above his head. There were times Draco found Harry's dominance and aggression undeniably and irrevocably orgasmic. Other times -and Draco admitted, most of the time-- he preferred to take control of the situation and have Harry submissive and compliant. In Draco's whisky induced haze, however, he found he could care less which role Harry took on, as long as his mouth kept doing that, and his hand kept moving like that.

"Fuck," Draco whimpered, as he stretched out languidly to allow Harry free rein.

Through half-opened eyes, Draco was only faintly aware of his surroundings as he felt Harry's tongue slide lower down his stomach leaving a velvety trail, stopping just short of his very eager, throbbing erection. He moaned slightly as Harry's fingers lightly brushed over him, bucking hard in response. Draco'd had romps many times before in an alcohol-induced state, but he'd never felt so eager, so helpless, so blissfully anticipatory of his lover's touch. Harry said nothing, and continued to lightly brush his fingers against Draco, while kissing his stomach.

"Ha--" Draco began.

"For God's sake," Harry mumbled, his lips still pressed against Draco, "not that word again."

"Please," Draco said, pushing slightly on Harry's shoulder.

"So polite," Harry said, sliding between Draco's legs.

Draco smiled, probably a bit stupidly but euphoric none the less, and spread his legs, sighing contently. It was, he decided, perhaps his most anticipated blowjob of his life. He could feel his legs shake slightly, grabbing fistfuls of sheets as he was engulfed by the most delicious, most intoxicating heat and warmth.

"Damn it," Draco panted, bucking his hips, "you're amazing at this."

He'd thought it many times, of course, but never voiced it. Up to that point, he didn't know why he hadn't complimented Harry more, whether it was on his sense of humor or his oral aptitude. Draco moaned loudly when he felt coolness replace the warmth, and groaned pitifully at the loss of Harry's mouth.

"Thanks," Harry said.

"Yeah, OK, welcome, just..." Draco said, pushing Harry's head back down, "don't stop!"

Draco grunted loudly and was nearly delirious from the feeling of Harry's tongue doing very naughty things. I'm going to make him gag, Draco thought, as he involuntarily began thrusting, I'm going to choke him. His thrusts were involuntary now, but Harry made no move or sound indicating he was uncomfortable.

"Close, Harry," Draco panted, kneading Harry's scalp at this point, "so fucking close..."

The next contact Draco felt with Harry's throat, he did let go, bucking wildly in Harry's mouth, pulling at his hair, and grasping at the bed curtains.

"God!" Draco cried out in a voice no Silencing Charm could mask.

He felt his orgasm continue to ricochet through his body, his stomach still convulsing as Harry collapsed next to him.

"Harry," Draco panted, placing a limp arm across Harry's chest.

"Call me something else," Harry said, throwing an arm across his forehead. "I can't bear to hear my name anymore."

"Did I choke you?" Draco asked.

"Almost," Harry said. "But no."

"What do you want me to do?" Draco asked, feeling enough strength and lucidity to return the favor.

"I don't care," Harry said, closing his eyes. "Whatever you feel like."

"I could do this," Draco said, running a lazy hand over Harry.

Harry mumbled and nodded, sighing deeply. Nearly embarrassed to admit it, Draco felt as though he could have burst at the sight of Harry lying beside him, his body jerking slightly under his touch. He leant down and kissed him, nibbling at his lower lip, then planting small kisses along his jaw, finally resting near his ear. With his free hand, Draco placed Harry's other arm above his head, and continued his oral assault on his neck and ear. He felt himself stir only slightly as Harry began thrusting gently on his hand, his breath deepening into a soft pant.

"Do you want me to put it in me?" Draco whispered, licking the spot just behind Harry's ear.

"Yes," Harry said, nearly inaudible.

Draco shifted on top and felt Harry's hands immediately slide over Draco's thighs. Quite used to their normal preparations, it took Harry even less time than normal to ready Draco for the ensuing endeavor. Finally obtaining contact with the warm body beneath him, Draco moved slightly, and he felt Harry thrust gently in response, his head thrown back, and his hands gripping Draco's thighs very hard.

"It's OK," Draco said, feeling as though he were in the midst of the most beautiful dream, "go faster."

Needing no other encouragement, Harry began to thrust rhythmically, his hands still on Draco's thighs and his lips parting as he moaned slightly, then more loudly.

"Fuck," Harry breathed, his thrusts increasing slightly.

"It's OK," Draco said, running his hands over Harry's chest.

"Don't...want..." Harry began.

"You won't hurt me," Draco said smoothly. "We've done this enough for you to know that."

"I want to rip you in half!" Harry cried, sounding out of control.

"I dare you," Draco said, bringing one of Harry's hands to his mouth and sucking on his fingers. "I fucking dare you, Potter."

It was all the coaxing Harry seemed to need as he bucked wildly, gaining momentum until he nearly pulled himself completely out and then back in. Draco moaned, enjoying the sights and sounds and feel of the warmth beneath him. He released Harry's hand ran the tips of his fingers lightly over his chest, feeling the familiar contours and indents of his body. Gorgeous, Draco thought, feeling madly possessive of the thrusting, moaning figure beneath him. The way he moved, the way he bit his lip, the way his face contorted deliciously, and his hair rumbled in the pillow was absolute fucking perfection.

"Draco...." Harry began, his thrusts uncontrollable.

"Come," Draco said, his feather light fingertips still running the length of Harry's stomach. "Come."

Harry bit his lip hard and he nearly shoved Draco off with the final thrust when he finally came.

"Shit!" he breathed, his entire body growing from impossibly rigid to completely lax.

Draco remained on top as Harry panted beneath him.

"Wish we could stay here," Harry said.

"I know."

"So tired now."

"I know."

"Can't move."

"We have to," Draco said.

"No."

"Yes."

"Let's skive off."

"Oh, listen to you!" Draco said, sliding next to Harry and pulling him close. "Skive off once and you're more than keen to keep doing it."

"What time is it?"

"I don't know," Draco said, wiping sweat from his brow. "Don't really care either."

"That makes two of us," Harry said, and sighed deeply.

Their post-coital reverie was brutally interrupted a few moments later, when Draco heard the dormitory door bang open. Both jumped and rushed to clothe themselves, which they only managed to accomplish half-way before the curtains were swept aside. To Draco's, and he knew Harry's, utter horror, Snape, the biggest libido killer in Britain, stood above them. His face, usually sallow and scowling, turned a vivid shade of purple and twisted in revulsion, the likes of which Draco had never witnessed. Snape looked as though he'd just walked in on a cannibalistic feast. He turned on his heel, shielding himself from the scene.

"Headmaster's office, now," he said, stomping off.

Not knowing which of them Snape indicated, they both hurriedly dressed and rushed down the stairs.

"I apologize for the hastiness of this visit," Dumbledore said, looking very tired. "But I will not be here for long. Suffice it to say, your parents intend on paying you a visit this evening, Mr. Malfoy, and as I have an urgent matter to attend to, I must postpone our lesson until further notice."

Draco nodded, giving Harry a sidelong glance.

"Harry, I'm afraid I lack adequate time to explain myself fully, but I must inform you that the Order has collected and disposed of the prophecy from the Department of Mysteries this afternoon." Harry nodded. "I have secured and destroyed one of the missing Horcruxes, but, alas, there is still one left."

"I want to go," Harry said automatically.

"I must refuse at this juncture," Dumbledore said, unceremoniously rifling through sheaves of parchment on his desk. "However, the time will come when I will need you."

To finish off what he can't, Draco thought, at which Dumbledore's gaze met Draco's, and he looked away, feeling very exposed. Shit, he'd forgotten to shut down.

"True enough," Dumbledore said to Draco's thought. "But this is not that moment. Ah! There it is!" Dumbledore said, pulling a wrist watch from under a pile of parchment. "Minerva's gift to me last Christmas, I find it the only reliable way to adequately tell time. Filius still insists I use a pocketwatch, but I find the wrist variety much more practical!"

Draco felt himself smile.

"Yes, it's that time. If you'll excuse me," Dumbledore said, standing. "I must be going. Tomorrow evening our lesson shall begin, Mr. Malfoy. Harry, I will contact you as quickly as time allows," Dumbledore said, bowing slightly.

Draco and Harry left the Headmaster, the door closing behind them as they went. They heard a faint whoosh from behind the door, and they descended the staircase and made their way to Transfiguration.

Try as he might, Draco could not focus on anything except his impending meeting with his parents later that evening. Not even the stares and whispers of his classmates could take his mind off of it. Harry was lost in his own thoughts following their brief, but illuminating, meeting with Dumbledore, and barely uttered a word the rest of the day. Being in no particular mood to talk, Draco was grateful for Harry's silence.

They ate as quickly as they could at dinner that evening, and then wandered out onto the grounds. It was a tension-filled stroll as they walked mostly in silence, talking only to voice random thoughts. Soon, indeed too soon, Draco saw the two slim figures of his parents ascending the walkway to the castle, and he grabbed Harry's hand, waiting for them by the entrance doors. Disown me, he thought as his father's pristine figure drew ever closer, clobber me, disinherit me, do your worst, you great ugly git. His father looked slimmer, Draco realized when he finally stood in front of him, and his eyes even more cold and barren than Draco remembered. Lucius did not so much as acknowledge Draco, choosing instead to focus on the doors located directly behind him. Narcissa, however, walked straight up to Draco and smacked him hard across the face before pushing past him.

"Hello to you too, Mother," Draco said, turning and following them inside.

They walked straight to Snape's office, where the Potions master sat rather disinterestedly behind his desk. Harry lingered by the door, understandably avoiding the impending confrontation.

"Lucius," Snape said, as Draco closed the door. "Narcissa."

"I need some fucking brandy," Narcissa said, looking completely befuddled and put-out.

"By all means," Snape said, conjuring a glass.

She grabbed the glass from Snape's hand and drank it harshly, as though attacking the liquid within. Draco hung back, leaning against the doorway, his arms folded.

"The same day my husband is released from Azkaban," Narcissa said, holding her glass out for a refill which Snape promptly filled, "I find out my son, who I took the utmost care in ensuring would grow up to be a model in the Wizarding world, has"--she took a very long drink from her glass--"made a complete mockery of what it means to be a respectable human being."

"Calm down, Mother," Draco said lazily.

"Did you know of this, Severus?" Narcissa said, blatantly ignoring Draco.

"The extent, no," Snape lied. "But I was aware he was exhibiting certain abnormalities, especially in his affections towards Granger."

Narcissa laughed shrilly. "The Mudblood? Did you stick it to her, Draco?" She still refused to look at him.

"No, Mother," Draco said casually.

"What does it matter?" Narcissa said, slamming the glass on Snape's desk. "You're filthy and disgusting and we are going to fix this."

"There's nothing to fix," Draco said, his eyes resting on his cold, silent father who seemed in a trance.

"See? Do you see what he's become?" Narcissa said, waving an incredulous hand. "He's filthy and foul and imbued with every sort of perversion imaginable. You're disgusting," she added, barely giving Draco a glance.

"Narcissa," Snape said. "This has been able to work to our advantage."

"I will hear none of that!" Narcissa yelled. "I don't care if he can defeat the Dark Lord single-handedly in this state! My son will not carry on as though he were an animal."

"For fuck's sake, Mother!" Draco said, his temper rising. "Listen to yourself!"

"You're mad," Narcissa said. "I won't listen to anything you have to say. Why on earth your father and I agreed to let you come to this abominable school I'll never know. I expected nothing of Dumbledore, but you," she said, turning to Snape, "I expected more out of you."

"I was monitoring the situation," Snape said coldly.

"'Monitoring the situation'? Is that what you call it, Severus? More like allowing him"--she pointed to Draco--"to become one of the most foul creatures on the planet."

"Shut up!" Draco roared. "You stupid bitch, shut your fucking mouth!"

That caught his mother's attention as she and Lucius both looked straight at Draco.

"You're the disgusting, foul creature, Mother! You're more than willing to just chuck me away, aren't you?"

Narcissa walked to him threatening, raising her hand, but the smack Draco expected never fell. "How dare you speak to me like that!"

"How dare you speak to me like that, you fucking bitch!" That did garner a slap.

"I will not have you like this!"

"You can't change it!" Another slap. Draco was fearfully close to hexing his own mother.

"I've arranged everything at St. Mungo's. They're to collect you tomorrow; I'll have you locked up in the insanity ward for life if I have to. I will not have you tarnish this family's name!"

"Lovely plan! Isn't that a bit drastic just to save face?"

She raised her hand to slap him again, but Draco caught it mid-air. "Hit me again, and you'll scream for mercy."

Narcissa's eyes narrowed and her mouth drew into a very fine line. "I want nothing more to do with you until you've been cured. Lucius!" she barked and stormed out of the room.

Lucius followed, never looking at Draco. He looked to Snape after the door slammed shut behind them. They shared a knowing look before Draco pulled the door open and stomped out, a bundled mess of emotions he couldn't even begin to sort out.