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Fic: A Tiny Little Full-blown Obsession Part two
Title: A Tiny Little Full-blown Obsession (part 2/2)
Author: Dirty_Darella
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor am I profiting nor am I affiliated with JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Scholastic or whoever else holds the rights.
Warning: slash (m/m sex), rimming, slight voyeurism
Notes: Humor, smut, AU (set like sometime after OoTP)
Word Count: around 14,500
Summary. One peak of Malfoy in the Quidditch showers and Harry becomes a tad enamored. Hermione is no help at all.

Part One




A lot of weird things have happened in Harry’s lifetime, especially to him, but that encounter with Ron was definitely top five. He mused over it as he walked down, through the small spiral staircase behind the gargoyles and emerged a turn away from the hallway that lead to the Slytherin common rooms. A quick peak around the edge showed that Draco was standing outside in his pajamas, a nervousness reflecting in his crossed arm posture. In the darkly lit hallway he seemed even more pale, his hair and skin almost glowing. He was so fucking beautiful, like an eternal creature. Not that Harry thought such girly thoughts. Of course not.

So entranced was Harry that he didn’t noticed the rushed set of footsteps behind him until he was forced at the last minute to dodge professor Snape as he rounded the corner. His robes bellowed out fantastically as he came to a stop in front of a very irritated looking Draco.

“What are you doing out here?” Snape hissed.

Harry saw the flash of a prefect badge, although Draco didn’t say anything. All he could see was Snape’s back so he wasn’t sure what his reaction was, but after a brief moment of Draco sneering at the floor and Snape standing still as a statue, the greasy professor continued down the hallway, bellowing robes and all.

Harry snuck back around the corner and took off his invisibility cloak. If ever there was someone Draco would want to embarrass him by it would most likely be Snape. So maybe there was a small chance of Draco being serious about this whole affair after all. He thought back to what Hermione had told him about not living in fear of what the community thought of him and decided that, ever the Gryffindor, he would just have to be brave and confront Draco, consequences be damned.

Taking off his other cloak, he carefully wrapped his invisible one making a tight bundle and keeping his wand in the middle for easy access should the Slytherin decide to hex him. Harry took a deep breath, channeled all his courage and stepped around the corner.

“Potter,” Draco greeted him with a nod, looking relieved. “Come with me.”

Well Harry certainly hoped so.

Blushing from his own thoughts, Harry followed him, past where he knew the Slytherin common rooms to be and down the hallway before they finally paused at a strange cracked section of wall between two pillars.

“Grindylow,” Draco whispered and the stonewall started to slid apart at the crack, grinding along the floor eerily loud. Draco staggered in and Harry followed before the wall could close on him as it was again grinding. He was standing inside a large sitting area with two expensive looking black chairs and a sofa to match. The floor was the same stone as the hallway, but a lush green oval rug covered a majority of the ground under the furniture. The walls were lined with bookshelves, statues, and paintings and there were enough books to keep Hermione happy for a year.

“My private quarters.” Draco said after a beat.

Harry was surprised; he wandered if Draco got the quarters because he was the seventh year prefect, or if his family had somehow paid for them. Probably the later, since Ron and Hermione didn’t have their own rooms. Draco levitated a few logs into fireplace on the west end of the room and cast Incendio.

Harry carefully laid down his bundle on one of the chairs, wand and invisibility cloak forgotten, and started to inspect the books. He had thought they would all be on dark magic, but surprisingly most of the titles were of common subjects like Herbology and Arithmancy. Before he got much of a chance to really look he was startled by the feel of a warm hand pulling his elbow and turned to see Draco smirking.

“This way to the bedroom Harry,” his voice was husky and low and Harry’s body began to react right away. Partially in shock, he allowed himself to be led over to a heavy oak door with an elegant carving of the Slytherin house crest. Draco swung it open to reveal what looked to be his bedroom. One side of the room appeared to be a very large wardrobe with three enormous armoires against the wall, on the other side there was a king-sized bed with a canopy covered in black curtains and smooth, green satin sheets on the mattress with a duvet covered in silver fabric, folded on the end.

Draco elegantly slipped off his shoes and laid them down under one of the armoires, then stretched casually. Harry’s eyes were instantly drawn to the sliver of skin that appeared and he licked his lips at the sight of delicious abs. Catching the look, Draco smirked and swaggered over, stopping not half a foot away from him and Harry could smell the vanilla soap he must washed with and feel the warmth radiating off his body.

“One night, Harry.” Draco said before leaning the rest of the way in and pressing their lips together. There was a spark that shot through Harry at the first moment of contact, triggering arousal and need and sheer desperation from the simple touch. He grabbed Draco’s hips and pulled him flush against his body, pressing harder into the kiss and ignored the little desperate noise that came from the back of his own throat. One night. One night to turn fantasies real.

He ran his tongue over Draco’s lips and didn’t waste anytime when they opened before sliding it in. Draco tasted perfect and sweet and Harry relished gliding from one corner of his mouth to the other, to the roof, along all the teeth and then finally settling in to wrestle against Draco’s own tongue. His hands found silken strains of hair, his body arched into the firm warmth pressed along his body. His cock started to swell and he could feel Draco’s do the same against his thigh. One night. He deepened the kiss more, clashing their teeth and tongues, bruising their lips, dragging Draco closer, harder, rougher. One night.

One night.

Something snapped in Harry’s mind and he stepped back, not even registering the sound of protest Draco made. He only had one night. One bloody night and he wasn’t going to waste it with desperate kisses and rushed movements. This was his one night and he was going to take it slow, draw it out, make it count, worship Draco and his perfect body like he’d been wanting to for so long. Draco looked incredible, panting through swollen lips wet with saliva, dark eyes full of arousal and lust, tousled blond locks. It was an image he wanted to memorize, not rush through.

“Something wrong?” Draco’s voice held no snark, no bite. Instead it sounded small and fragile and in a flash of memory Hermione was calling Draco insecure. Insecure. He could see it now, clear as glass.

“No,” he breathed out, “everything is perfect.” He moved back into Draco, pulling his body against his slowly this time, moving his hands gently to his shoulders and laying a whisper of a kiss on Draco’s lips. He pushed him gently towards the bed and whispered in his ear, “lie down.”

Draco did, dragging himself back into the middle of the bed, onto the satin sheets, his body tense and movements jerky, uncertain. Nervousness radiated from him and Harry couldn’t help but frown slightly. He didn’t want to do this if Draco wasn’t going to enjoy it.

He placed one knee on the green satin sheets and leaned over Draco tentatively.

“Are you sure?”

Draco’s swallowed audibly, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down but nodded nonetheless. Harry twisted around just enough to pull off his shoes and socks before kneeling fully on the bed, supporting himself with his hands placed on either side of Draco’s head.

He froze above him, looking down into the Slytherin’s worried face and a nervousness twittered in Harry’s heart. “Is this- have you ever done this before?”

Draco looked as if he was about to sneer but shook his head instead.

It was a shock, and yet not all at the same time. Harry couldn’t figure out if this
meant more than just a quick shag to Draco or not, maybe giving up his virginity to Harry wasn’t that big of a deal to him. But Harry had to be sure. “Me neither. You still sure?”

“Stop asking that and get on with it, Potter,” he said, a slight quiver in his voice.

There wasn’t much else to do but carry on so he leaned down and kissed Draco softly on the lips. Then his nose, up his jawbone, on both cheeks, his forehead.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as his hands found the first button of Draco’s pajama top. Harry didn’t know whether it was okay to call a man beautiful, but to him Draco was beautiful and it escaped out of his mouth before he could stop it. Draco didn’t seem to mind in the least, in fact his body instantly melted in Harry’s hands.

The buttons on the blond’s shirt came out easily enough, and for every inch of skin exposed Harry couldn’t help but run his fingers over it. Touching Draco’s skin was bliss, so soft and warm, smooth like touching the finest powder in the world. Under the pads of his hands he could feel first the chest muscles, then the stomach muscles twitching and hear the little hitches in Draco’s breath when he ghosted over his nipples or sides. He never wanted to have to stop touching, to not be able to again would be absolute torture. One fucking night.

Last button undone and the shirt feel completely open, reveling Draco’s entire wonderful chest and Harry’s breathing sped up. Wordlessly, Draco sat up enough to shrug out of his shirt and Harry pulled his own off over his head, knocking his glasses away with it. When Draco trailed his delicate hand down his chest, Harry’s breath caught and his skin burned pleasantly.

He needed to see all of Draco, to feel all of him and right now pajama bottoms were frustratingly thwarting him. Catching Draco’s dark eyes he locked on with his own green ones while he ran his hands up the milky outer thighs, reaching the waist of the bottoms and slipping his fingers just inside. A slight rise of Draco’s hips gave his permission and slowly, teasingly slow Harry pulled down the silk fabric over Draco’s marble skin. A shiver of arousal traveled down his spine and rested in his belly as he looked down at Draco, completely naked.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered again before bending down and enjoying another long kiss, so passionate and firm, still with a desperate edge. He reveled in hearing and feeling Draco’s moan in his own mouth, his fingers in his hair.

He felt overwhelmed, but in the best way possible. He broke away and kissed Draco’s eyelids, just under his ear, down his neck, under his chin. He wrapped his fingers around Draco’s left wrist and brought up the delicate hand to lay a kiss in the palm, on the tips of each finger, on the knuckles, the back of the hand, over the pulse point in the wrist. The hand slipped into Harry’s hair as he continued his feather light kisses on the inside of his arm.

When he reached the shoulder he didn’t even pause before continuing down the hitching chest, feeling Draco’s hand’s slip away from his dark hair as he moved down, down, down, kissing ever little indent between the muscles in Draco’s abs. A small sheen of sweet now glistened over the ivory skin and its salty taste teased Harry's lips and tongue as he continued to his hips, dipping his tongue in the indent of his pelvis, first one side then the other. Draco arched when he neared his cock but Harry continued peppering kisses down, skipping over it for now, down his inner thighs, a kiss in the indent of his knee then down his calf, to the arches in his feet. He worked his way back up and when he came into Draco’s reach he was pulled down by the back of his neck for another languid kiss, a whimper escaped when Draco sucked his tongue and nibbled on his bottom lip.

“I didn’t think you’d be so gentle,” Draco whispered into his lips.

“Does that bother you?”

“No,” Draco arched into him, “don’t stop.”

Harry kissed his neck, nibbling and licking down and lavishing his collarbone with his tongue. He found a perked nipple and slipped it between his teeth, dragging his tongue over and relishing the moan he caused. He was loosing himself, slipping away into a world of bliss. Draco was bliss.

He drew back and looked at Draco’s face. He’d never forget the way his mercury gray eyes looked, so dark and just for him. “God Draco- you. are. so. beautiful. ”

Draco moaned and dragged him down for a hard kiss, then another and another. Soft, pail hands traveled all over his back and sides and it was wonderful, so wonderful. He wanted to make Draco feel as good as possible, to cherish everything about him.

Harry nibbled on his ear and whispered, “turn over.”

Draco’s body tensed slightly. “Not like-- I wanted to do...” but his voice trailed off and he didn’t finish.

Harry kissed his lips and tried to encourage him with a slight tug at his shoulder. Reluctantly, the blond relented and turned over to lie on his belly.

Nuzzling his nose into the hair just above Draco’s neck, Harry began to squeeze pale shoulders, gently working the muscles. His hands continued down, firm touches working their way between hard knots of muscles, rubbing between shoulder blades and down Draco’s spine. He memorized the places that drew gasps and moans and gave them extra attention, rolling flesh between his fingers. He braved his hands to move south until they were working Draco’s lower back, then the perfect globs of his arse.

When Draco moaned and pushed back against his hands, Harry’s cock gave a twitch and he could feel the drop of precome rolling down his thigh. Looking down at the perfect arse and remembering the book Hermione had given him, he had an urge to try out some of his new knowledge with Draco. He repositioned himself between the blond’s spreading legs and continued to massage the pale globs underneath his hands as he leaned forward. His tongue darted out just as he spread the cheeks with his thumbs.

“OH!” Draco bucked underneath as Harry’s tongue traced around the wrinkled pucker. “Nugh- ah- Merlin- Harry.”

Hearing Draco use his first name in such a breathless voice sent pleasant shivers up and down his spine and he couldn’t help but smile as his tongue continued to circle, the hole twitching and opening up under his ministrations. He dove his tongue in and Draco started moaning monosyllable words, pushing back into Harry’s tongue as it dove in and out, fucking Draco’s hole. He swept his tongue around in a circle then wriggling it up and down, learning what actions caused Draco to whimper and moan and gasp. He had wondered if doing this wouldn’t be pleasant, but rimming Draco was incredibly erotic and he relished the taste and feel of licking around inside of him, having his tongue being sucked in as it thrust around.

“Please- ngh- Harry please-- please -- auh please more.”

Music to Harry’s ears.

He took pity on Draco when the blond started to hump the mattress desperately and pulled back to admire the wet hole, quivering open and shut, then lay a kiss on his lower back.

“Do you have anything we could use as lube?” He whispered into Draco’s ear before nibbling his earlobe and earning a whimper.

“Top...dr... drawer...” Draco panted and Harry felt a swell of pride that he had reduced the Slytherin Prince to a panting, writhing mess spread out on his own satin sheets.

After one more kiss to the back of Draco’s neck Harry turned to the night table and started to rummage around the top drawer until he found a small bottle of oily liquid. He recognized the bottle to be the same kind that Draco used in potions class and quirked an eyebrow as he pulled out the stopper, looking over at the blond. He seemed to have regained enough of his composure to pant out, “Made it... in potions... right under Snape’s noise.”

Harry laughed as he pulled out a pillow from underneath Draco and told him to turn once again to lie on his back. He did gracefully, and Harry couldn’t help but admire how entrancing the firm muscles moved under the silken skin. Just as Harry was tucking the pillow under his hips Draco pulled him down into a searing kiss, carding his fingers through Harry’s dark hair. The bottle tipped in his hand and spilled down his arm but he couldn’t be arsed to care because he was too preoccupied by Draco’s whimpering as he traced his tongue over Harry’s and curled long, elegant fingers in his dark hair.

Stoppering the bottle one handed while being kissed so deliciously was difficult, but somehow he eventually managed. He coated the spilled liquid on his fingers as best he could, never breaking the kiss, and moved his hands down Draco’s chest, over his inner thigh and nestled right inbetween that perfect arse, gently easing one finger in. Swallowing Draco’s groan in his mouth, he moved the finger around, stretching before adding another and scissoring. Draco was tight and hot, his insides smooth like the satin sheets and Harry wanted nothing more than to dive into that heat with his cock and make Draco scream in ecstasy. He worked a third finger in, twisting and stretching until Draco was impaling himself on Harry’s fingers and making little “humph” noises into his mouth.

He pulled out slowly, grinning when the blond bucked while whispering, “don’t stop Harry, more... more.”

Harry curled his fingers around Draco’s warm, thick cock and gave it three hard strokes, eliciting a hissed “yes” before pulling back and searching the sheets for the bottle of lubrication. He touched cold glass and dragged it towards him, opening it and spilling out a generous amount before tossing it aside again. Draco watched as he coated himself, slipping the oil up and down his shaft a few times and Harry shivered in anticipation of what was next.

His body was repositioned between Draco’s legs, holding the head of his cock right in front of the other boy’s arse and leaned over, silently asking for permission. Draco bent his leg and hooked it onto Harry’s hip, then placed a hand softly on his cheek.

“Harry.” His eyes were burning Harry with the passion they held. Keeping the eye contact he slowly, as slow as he could bare, pushed into the hot heat and tightness. Inch by inch, farther into Draco until he was completely surrounded, watching the pleasured mixed with pain look on Draco’s face.

“Shit.” He mumbled, staying still was a fucking challenge; he wanted to slam into that heat again and again. But he didn’t want to hurt Draco so he waited until he felt the blond push up.

Still he hesitated, not sure how long it would take for Draco to get used to new sensation. “Are you... does it hurt?”

“No, move.” The hand on Harry’s cheek moved around the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He swept his tongue inside as he started to barely move back and forth, pulling out and pushing in a little harder each time. It felt so amazing, so wonderful, so fucking good.

He pulled back and started to thrust harder. “Fuck Draco, you’re tight. You feel so incredible.”

“Harry,” Draco whimpered.

He pounded harder, completely overcome by how good the sensation was. Draco started to lift his hips in time with Harry’s thrusts, driving him deeper and deeper into the warmth. After a while a rhythm was found, Draco matching him thrust for thrust and Harry had never felt so amazing in all his life, so connected with another person so intimately. It was perfection feeling the tight muscles clamp around him, the friction wrapped around his cock. When he shifted down slightly Draco threw back his head and screamed and Harry knew he had found his prostrate. His arms snaked around and pulled Draco close, tucking his head into the side of the pale neck and he sucked on the skin there, fucking marking Draco as his.

Draco was making loud moans ever time he trust in, touching that spot he knew to cause so much pleasure. Harry could feel himself being pushed close to the edge as his balls started to tighten and his mind fogged. He snaked his hand inbetween their bodies and found Draco’s cock, giving it two strokes before Draco threw his head back screaming, going completely ridged. Harry’s cock was squeezed tighter as hot wetness pulsed over his hands between them.

It was enough to send Harry over the edge, his thrusts became erratic, he slammed in deep and fell into sweet bliss as his orgasm was ripped out of his cock, coming and filling Draco in the most intense moment of his life. Heaven, Nirvana, paradise... he had found them all in that one moment with Draco.

Harry collapsed completely on top, too week and boneless to do anything but draw ragged, panting breaths into his lungs and bask in afterglow of post orgasm. He could hear Draco’s heart beating rapidly under his ear. Euphoria was coursing through every inch of his body, humming pleasantly. He never ever wanted this moment to end.

Then reality started to come down along with his heartbeat. In only a matter of moments Draco would be pushing him off, kicking him out. Worse, he would go back to sneering and insulting and Harry didn’t want to face any of it.

He pulled Draco closer to him, nuzzling the blond’s neck with his nose and trying to memorize his smell. His fingers stroked the skin they could conformably find, learning the softness and warmth while he still could. His lips kissed the mark he had left close to Draco’s collarbone, one last taste.

But all too soon his one night was up and Draco was firmly pushing at his shoulders.

“Sorry,” Harry mumbled, rolling off to lie on his side, still looking down at Draco and trying to memorize every little detail he could. This would be the only time in his entire life where he was allowed to look, where he wouldn’t be a horrible pervert. Draco was lying on his back, still painting and sweating, looking like the definition of thoroughly shagged.

Blindly, Draco reached underneath his pillow and cast two cleaning spells before tossing his wand onto the night table.

When Draco’s silver eyes finally opened Harry’s breath hitched. They were intense and beautiful, like a liquid storm cloud. The gaze was too much, too intense and Harry felt completely unworthy.

“Do you want-- should I go?” Saying the words shattered his heart.

But the next word out of Draco’s mouth repaired it in an instant.

“Stay.”

Hardly a whisper, but it echoed loudly in his head all the same.

He pulled Draco against him, almost sobbing with happiness and fell asleep. He couldn’t help but think how perfectly their bodies seemed to fit together.


***


There was something warm and gentle massaging his scalp, combing through his hair.

Mhmmm... that was definitely nice to wake up to. He felt so warm and content, surrounded by such a pleasant smell, a vanilla on top of a woodsy scent with an underlining presence of citrus.

Harry’s eyes snapped open right as he was assaulted with memories of last night. He was holding onto Draco, arms around a pale torso and head resting on his shoulder. Draco’s hand was in his dark hair, petting him softly.

“Do you know...” Draco’s voice sounded above and Harry tensed, trying to prepare himself for whatever possible cruelty he was about to endure. “Do you know how hard it is to cast a notice me spell at a long distance from your target while on a broom?”

That was definitely something Harry wasn’t expecting.

“What?” he said, his voice hoarse.

“I’ve been doing some thinking and I’ve come to a conclusion.” The fingers disappeared but were replaced with a sweet and gentle kiss to his temple. “Malfoy’s always get what they want, and they always want the best. You’re obviously the best lover, so I’m claiming you as mine.”

Harry moved back to look at Draco’s face, searchingly. Surely Draco was only joking, a cruel joke. He couldn’t want Harry, could he? His facial expression did look sincere... but even so, would he still want Harry if he knew how much of a pervert he was?

“Er- I have something I need to tell you,” he mumbled, tucking his face back into the protection of Draco’s neck.

“This isn’t the part when your Gryffindor conscious confesses you’ve watched me in the shower, is it?”

Harry’s body went completely stiff. “Oh. So you noticed that.”

“Of course I did,” Draco said, with a very entertained tone of voice. “I saw you standing in front of me, touching yourself and it was the biggest turn on I could have ever imagined. Harry Bloody Potter was touching himself because of me,” the last word was said almost dreamily.

Harry sat up, breaking the embrace and looking back down at Draco. “What?”

Draco laughed, apparently very amused. “Come here,” he said, dragging Harry back into an embrace. “After that I started my carefully planed seduction.”

“What?”

Draco laughed again, squeezing Harry around the torso. “You’ve got to stop saying that or I’ll start to worry that my lover has hearing problems.”

Lover?

“Lover?”

Before he knew what was happening, Draco was turning them, rolling on top of Harry.

“Yes and it’s my turn to top.”
Well. Harry was certainly happy with that.


~Fin