Truly Madly Deeply

Chapter Fourteen - Scream If You Want To Go Faster

~ The Hospital Wing ~

Harry stared down at his beautiful but broken blonde lover. He sniffed loudly and blinked furiously, but the tears still fell. Harry clasped Draco's hand in his as he sat carefully down on the bed. With his free hand Harry ever so gently brushed his fingers along the bandage that encircled Draco's head.

"Draco, my dragon? Please wake up. I need you. I love you too much. I can't let you go now," Harry said, his voice breaking slightly. Madam Pomfrey entered the room again and stared at Harry with sympathy tinged with annoyance.

"He's going to be just fine, Mr. Potter. Just a concussion and one hell of a headache when he wakes up," she snapped. Harry turned to her, his eyes shining with hope.

"Are you sure? I mean, he's not going to die?" he asked softly.

"Die?" Madam Pomfrey looked startled as she checked the Slytherin's temperature. "Of course not! He just knocked his head. It didn't even crack open."

Harry jumped up off the bed and faced the school nurse.

"There was blood everywhere!" Harry said chaotically with violent hand gestures. "Did you give him one of those....I don't know....in the muggle world it's called a blood transfusion, you know, to replace the blood he lost. He can't live without his blood!"

"Calm down, Mr. Potter. He lost hardly any blood. He can live without that little bit," Madam Pomfrey said, frustrated by Harry's out-of-control behaviour. "I'll be back in a while. Call me if you need me." With that, she left the room, muttering about students' hormones.

Harry turned back to Draco to find him staring up at him with open amusement.

"I can't live without my blood, huh?" he asked, trying to hold back his laughter. Harry rushed over and pulled Draco into his arms.

"I was so worried about you! And don't you dare laugh at me! How would you have felt if it was me lying here with that thing around my head?"

"I'm sorry. And I know how I would feel if you were here instead of me - remember last year, when you defeated Voldemort, you were in here for three weeks!" Draco said, resting his head on Harry's shoulder. "How did I end up in here, anyway? Last thing I remember is kneeling over you, about to kiss every inch of your delectable body and then nothing."

Harry pulled back and cupped Draco's face in his hands, his thumbs stroking Draco's cheeks.

"It was an accident," Harry replied, feeling magnanimous now that Draco was clearly fine.

~ Beside The Lake ~

A few weeks later, Harry and Draco were lying by the lake. Thankfully all the snow had melted and it was a beautiful spring day. All of the students and the staff were at the Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff Quidditch match. Harry and Draco had decided to take advantage of the fact that no one would be around to stare at them and had skipped the game.

"So, uh, have you thought about what you're going to do after we graduate?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Oh no," Draco replied firmly, shaking his head. "We are not having that argument again."

"What?" Harry asked innocently.

"And don't try that innocent look with me, I know exactly how....un-innocent you really are!" Draco laughed and then groaned as Harry changed his look from innocence to the look Draco affectionately liked to call his Sad Puppy Look. "Harry, that's not fair. Okay, fine, just remember that you asked for it."

Draco sat up and stared out at the lake. "You know nothing has changed, Harry. How can you ask me that question? How can you bring up that same tired old issue? Nothing's changed," he said flatly.

Harry was still lying back with his hands resting under his head. He knew exactly what Draco was referring to and he knew that nothing had changed. If it had, Draco would have told him straight away.

"I know that we've had this conversation before, my dragon, but you know that your father can't hurt me-"

"Only because I won't let him! Drop it, Harry," Draco replied angrily.

Harry sighed deeply. It broke his heart to see Draco looking so miserable and dejected.

Suddenly Draco turned and straddled Harry's hips. Draco ground his own hips into Harry's and was rewarded with a low moan. Draco bent down and captured Harry's lips with his own. He quickly undid the buttons on Harry's shirt and slid his hands inside to touch Harry's smooth chest, thankful that they were not wearing robes today.

Harry pulled his hands out from under his head and buried them in Draco's milky blonde hair. He moved his hands down so he could undo Draco's shirt too. Draco shrugged his shirt off and pulled Harry's away from his body too. The two half naked boys were oblivious to their surroundings as they kissed, their bare chests rubbing against each other.

Draco imprisoned Harry's bottom lip between his teeth and sucked on it briefly before plunging his tongue into Harry's mouth. Draco's hands grasped Harry's wrists and forced them up above his head.

"Let's see how you like it," Draco whispered huskily, reminding Harry of their adventure in the shower, before Snape caught them.

Harry struggled against Draco, eager to return his hands to his lover's body, but they both knew Draco was the stronger one although Harry wasn't aware that this was due to Lucius's harsh treatment of his son. It wasn't something Draco wanted Harry to know.

So it was a futile struggle for Harry as Draco continued to explore Harry's body with his lips and tongue, driving Harry crazy with need.

"Please! Draco!" Harry panted.

Draco looked up from Harry's navel to look into his eyes with amusement and desire. "What is it, love? What do you want? Tell me."

Harry stared back at him with raw need shining in his eyes. Draco really didn't need him to say it, it was so obvious what he wanted but Draco felt a perverse desire to hear the words from Harry's mouth.

"I..."

"Yes?" Draco asked encouragingly, making it clear, he wasn't going to return to worshipping Harry until the dark haired man said something.

"I...I want you to suck me off," Harry finally got the words out of his mouth. He could barely think straight after the exquisite torture Draco had put him through.

"Oh dear," Draco said regretfully. "I don't seem to be able to reach. Do you think, if I let you go, you could keep your hands up there out of the way until I'm done?"

A delightfully wicked smile was playing on Draco's lips. He knew how hard it was for Harry to lie back and do nothing. Harry was a giver, always a giver, but Draco was going to make sure he learnt to take as well. Harry bit his lip and nodded.

Draco slid his hands down Harry's arms to his chest, his eyes never leaving the bright green ones staring down at him. Draco slowly, casually even, undid Harry's belt buckle and unzipped his pants. He pulled them down slightly and Harry whimpered but did not move as the heavy material brushed his sensitive area.

Draco grinned as he slipped his fingers under the elastic of Harry's black silk boxers (a present from Draco). He teasingly pulled them down slowly. Draco raised his eyes to Harry's and saw that Harry had closed his eyes tight, concentration mixed with intense desire written all over his face.

Draco grinned again and lowered his head...

Chapter Fourteen - Scream If You Want To Go Faster