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@ 2012-12-17 20:02:00
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FIC: Stalking Malfoy - Chapter 11: Sleepless
Title: Stalking Malfoy
Authors: slashpervert and pierrot_dreams
Betas: Jake and Mini Mouse.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Length: 41,780 words (15 chapters)
Pairing: Severus/Draco/Harry (Severus/Draco, Harry/Severus, Harry/Draco as well as Draco/others in backstory.)
Summary: Harry is determined to catch Malfoy and Snape plotting evil. What he finds shocks him even more than he imagined. The worst shock isn’t that Malfoy and Snape are shagging, but that Harry is more turned on by that than he has ever been. (Sequel to Stalking Malfoy's Arse, or Midnight Machinations.)
Warnings: (Mark to read.) Language, M/M & M/M/M sex including anal, oral, threesome, voyeurism, mild D/s, spanking. Teacher/student. Adult/teen age disparity.
Notes: PWP. Canon to OTP, AU from sixth year. Snape teaching potions. The first draft of this was written a couple years ago. Icon from, with permission, Veridari's art, Desired.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright or trademark infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!)
Chapter Number/Total: 11/15
Chapter Title: Sleepless
Words: 3788 Words
The tricky thing was getting Draco alone. He was usually ensconced in a group of Slytherins, and Harry could hardly go up to him in the Great Hall and ask for a chat.
Harry had taken to bringing the Map to bed with him. All the better for furtively checking up on Draco when Harry woke up in the middle of the night, as he always did, from a dream of Snape's cock in his mouth, or Draco's mouth on his cock, and a blinding flash of green light. He would find Draco in bed, or more often pacing beside it. On those nights Harry's hand would twitch for the Invisibility Cloak. He'd have to talk himself out of sneaking into the Slytherin dormitory, tackling Draco into bed, and handily silencing the prat's objections by sticking his tongue into his mouth.
Exactly seven and a half days since sucking Snape (not, of course, that Harry was counting), Harry was lying awake at three in the morning, half-heartedly masturbating with one hand and covering a yawn with the other. As usual, he was too tired to come and too horny to sleep. Giving up on both, he turned over and fished the Map out from under his bed. To his surprise, the dot labeled 'Draco Malfoy' was not marching his usual sleepless vigil by his bed in the Slytherin dormitory. Draco was, of all places, in the Astronomy Tower.
Harry had swung his legs over the bed and was pulling on pants and shoes and the Invisibility Cloak before he had time to think. Finally, he had his chance to talk to Draco. And say what, he didn't know. Something heartrendingly elegant. Maybe he'd quote poetry. Did Harry know any poetry? No matter; he'd wing it. He was always at his best when he had no idea what he was doing.
Harry sped to the Astronomy Tower as quickly and quietly as possible, skirting the scraggly shadow of Mrs Norris lurking by the stairs. The corridors were cold, but the Tower was frigid. By the time he reached the top of the stairs, Harry could see his breath and his fingers were going numb. Draco was at the edge of the stone railing, sitting on the edge. He was wrapped in a dark cloak so that his pale skin and white-blond hair stood out against it. His face was turned upward, looking at the sky and he seemed lost in thought.
Harry quashed the impulse to sneak up on and jump him. That was not the way to begin a mature conversation about almost-adult relationships.
Instead he pulled off the Cloak and called softly, "Malfoy?"
Draco jumped slightly and Harry could tell that under the cloak his hand reached for a wand. He didn't raise it though. His eyes narrowed and focussed on Harry. "Potter? Why are you out here?"
Good question. Harry coughed awkwardly and attempted a grin. "Just wanted to get some air, you know."
One pale eyebrow lifted in obvious disbelief. "Yes, by all means, it's such a lovely evening," Draco drawled, his breath coming out in visible puffs.
"Then why are you out here?" Harry asked, coming closer. "Practicing your stargazing for the N.E.W.T.s?"
"What does it matter?" Draco answered, his voice sounding weary. "You're probably here to gloat about the secrets you found out in that Pensieve. I don't care." He turned his face away again, looking out over the frosty grounds of Hogwarts.
Harry went to sit by Draco. The stone balcony was so cold it made him wince.
"That's not true. You haven't given me a chance to react one way or another." Harry paused, pulling at a thread unraveling from his pajamas. "You just ... you haven't given me a chance … Draco. About anything."
Draco was quiet and still for so long, Harry almost worried that the other boy wouldn't answer. He could tell by the sort of wince Draco made that he'd heard. Finally, Draco sighed and then tilted his head to look at Harry. "And just what would you want a chance to do, Potter?"
Harry could think of several dozen things, all of them obscene. He thought for a minute, trying to assemble his thoughts into something sensible and coherent.
When he opened his mouth, however, what came out was, "I think I might be gay."
This time, he saw a small twitch in Draco's lips that looked like an almost smile. The eyebrow was back up. "And?"
"I don't – I'd never thought about it, before. Being ... you know, with blokes. Then, with you ..." Harry pulled at the thread. A hole appeared over his knee. "Then I was with you."
"I sucked your cock, Potter. Most men would like that, gay or not," Draco sneered, a bit of colour coming to his cheeks as he did.
"Ginny kissed me," Harry said abruptly. "She kissed me and I didn't feel anything except vaguely terrified that Ron was going to kill me with his bare hands. Then you kissed me. And yeah, I was still a bit worried that Ron was going to kill me, but it didn't seem all that important as long as you kept on kissing me."
Draco's eyes widened at that and he didn't quite manage to hide that it startled him. "Kissing..." he whispered in surprise.
"Here," said Harry. "I'll show you."
And then Draco's face was in his hands, Draco's lips against his lips, and nothing was important all over again.
Draco's skin was cool and smoother than he remembered. He shuddered when Harry's lips covered his. Those pale lashes fluttered and grey eyes closed, even as Draco opened his mouth under Harry's. Harry kissed him until he couldn't breathe. Then he pulled back.
"So," he said, gasping a little. "What d'you think?"
Draco leaned toward him, chasing Harry's lips with his own. "More," he whispered against Harry's.
"Mf," Harry said. "No. Wait. I need – I need to know what we are. What this is. Are you my boyfriend or not?"
"What?" Draco gasped. "I ... I don't know. And what about Sev ... Professor Snape?"
Harry paused. "Could I be ... boyfriends with both of you?" he asked tentatively.
A gust of wind caught them, sending Draco's blond hair fluttering and both of them shivering. "Can we talk somewhere warmer?" Draco asked.
Harry huffed impatiently. "Fine. Where?'
"One of the classrooms? We can find one that isn't locked," Draco suggested.
Harry remembered the scene he'd watched in the Pensieve, the one with Draco and Adriane Pucey in a classroom. His cock liked that enough to twitch eagerly despite the cold. He grabbed Draco's hand and tugged him along after until they were back inside. They made their way to the second floor and tried a couple doors, before finding one left unlocked.
There was enough light filtering through the windows to allow them to see as they made their way past rows. When Draco reached the teacher's desk, he reached up, unfastened his cloak and laid it across the back of a chair. He was dressed in a dark grey jumper and trousers. He seemed suddenly shy, despite what they'd already done together with Snape. He leaned against the edge of the desk.
"What now?" he whispered, looking down at his own lap. It reminded Harry of the submissive side of Draco he'd seen with Snape.
Harry took off his own cloak and perched beside him, edging close enough that their elbows touched. "I want to be with you," Harry said, trying not to think about how bloody cliche that sounded. "With both of you. You and Snape. Is that ... normal? For, er, gays, I mean."
"You think I know what's normal?" Draco huffed.
Harry laughed despite himself. "Fair enough."
Draco's lips curled up a little, the first hint of a smile. "I just ... know what I want. Well, most of the time."
Harry looked down at his own hands. "And, er. You want ... me?"
Draco's hands had been twisting together in his own lap. Now one of them crept forward to rest on Harry's thigh. "Yes," he heard whispered.
Harry let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "Brilliant." He moved his hand over, curling his fingers around Draco's. The other boy's hair had fallen forward a bit, and he was looking sideways through his fringe at Harry. Draco smiled, probably the first genuine smile Harry had ever gotten from him.
On impulse, Harry raised Draco's hand to his mouth and kissed it. For some reason it seemed the appropriate thing to do. Then he stood up and tugged Draco with him, stepping in close to press his lips to Draco's. He felt Draco's fingers tighten in his and mouth open against his own. It was like they the kiss on the tower, only now Draco was relaxing into it.
It was ... nice. Not urgent and hungry, as their kisses had been before, but slow, gentle. Harry licked Draco's tongue, sucked it into his mouth. Draco's face was cold. He must have been up on the Tower a long time. Harry pulled him close, running warm hands over goose-pimpled skin.
He felt Draco tremble, his hands coming up to grip the sides of Harry's shirt. He tilted his head, allowing a deeper kiss as his tongue twisted along Harry's.
Harry unbuttoned Draco’s shirt with one hand, the other fumbling with the closure of Draco's trousers.
He could feel Draco's erection pushing against the buttons, eager for Harry's touch. The other boy's breath hitched but he didn't resist, his kisses a little more eager.
Harry slid his hand inside Draco's trousers. He wasn't wearing underwear. His cock was live heat in Harry's palm, and he hissed as Harry began to stroke him.
"Oh, oh," Draco gasped, fingers of this hands curling into the fabric of Harry's shirt, gripping him as he trembled.
Harry leaned forward and closed his teeth gently around Draco's throat – and then, when he moaned and wriggled encouragingly, bit less gently, until the moan turned into a yelp. Harry soothed the sore skin with his tongue and rolled Draco's balls in his palm.
Draco widened his stance, giving Harry better access. He tugged Harry's shirt up, out of his trousers, dragging it up enough to slip his fingers under the fabric and against Harry's skin.
Harry sucked in his breath as Draco tweaked his nipples. He'd never had this done before, never done it himself, but it felt amazingly good, and he arced into Draco's touch, pulling at his cock almost savagely.
"I want to fuck you," he whispered. The words felt as though they'd been torn out of him, bitten and chewed.
Draco groaned, his prick in Harry's hand twitching in response. His nimble fingers slid up, mapping Harry's torso. "Now?"
"Definitely," Harry gasped. "Very definitely now."
Harry could tell Draco wanted it, his body arching into every stroke and shuddering, breath broken gasps and eyes half closed. "Sev..."
"I sucked him, didn't I?" Harry wheedled, pressing his tented crotch into Draco's thigh. "You're so, god, so gorgeous like this, I can't stop..."
Draco bent his knee, making it easier for Harry to ride his leg a bit. Then he seemed to still and his eyes opened, looking at Harry. "You did? When?"
Harry stilled. "I thought you – oh bugger, of course you wouldn't know. You left after you got your memories back. And it – happened. Are you angry?"
Draco's face flushed and he sucked in a breath. Harry would have been more worried if Draco's cock hadn't only gotten harder. He closed his eyes for a moment. "I ... I can picture it."
Harry grinned. "I bet."
"Tell me," Draco whispered, rocking into Harry so his cock pressed into his palm and his thigh slid against Harry's groin.
"It tasted...strange," Harry replied, rubbing his palm across Draco's chest. "Bitter. Good. It was soft, in my mouth – hard and soft at the same time. Hot. It was hot. And...good. I liked it." He blushed to the roots of his hair at the admission.
Draco shuddered in response. He looked intently at Harry, clearly further aroused by his words. "Are you going to compare our taste?" he whispered.
Harry reddened further, from arousal this time. "Did you?" he retorted.
"Mmm, yes," Draco said, licking his lips.
Harry laughed, muffling it against Draco's neck. "Pervert."
Draco huffed against his hair.
"We should," Harry said, nuzzling Draco's shoulder. "You know."
Draco whined a bit, pushing up into Harry's stilled hand. "Yes, please," he begged.
Harry gave Draco's erection a final firm stroke. He kissed him once, hard, before sliding down to kneel between his parted legs. Draco's pants were bunched around his knees. Harry yanked them off. Draco unbuttoned his shirt while Harry did, slipping it off and tossing it onto a nearby chair.
There was something very pleasing (Harry thought) about the way Draco's pale body looked against the dark wood of the desk, his too-red erection jutting between his thighs. Harry rubbed his cheek against the inside of Draco's thigh, breathing in the clean sweaty smell of him. Draco's cock was lean and well-proportioned, like the rest of him. Harry drew back the hood of foreskin, eliciting a mewl, and kissed the tip of it. Draco's fingers curled around the edge of the desk, holding tight and watching Harry with his mouth open, panting.
Harry had never thought about doing this before, but he had imagined, in a vague way, that the taste would be awful. Draco didn't taste awful. He tasted clean and salty and ever so slightly bitter, with a sort of light musky essence that made Harry's nostrils flare. It was...good. Right, somehow, for him to taste like this. Harry drew Draco in deeper, until his mouth was filled with the heat and weight of him.
He could feel the tension in the other boy's thighs and heard the sound of Draco's panting.
Harry ran his hands up Draco's thighs. Smooth as a girl's. His balls tightened when Harry touched them, silky with light white curls. He cupped and caressed them.
"Gods," Draco hissed, spreading his legs even more and falling back on the desk, so he was only propped up by his elbows.
Draco's testicles were proving a point of fascination for Harry. He abandoned sucking Draco's dick for a moment in order to lick and nuzzle them. The muskiness was stronger here. It made Harry feel hot and feral. He sucked one taut nut into his mouth, then the other. Like apricots, or peaches. The taste. He wanted to swallow Draco whole.
Draco shuddered, feet flailing a bit, heels knocking against the side of the desk. "Potter," he gasped. "Wait."
Harry pulled back, surprised at his reluctance. "What?"
"I... I want to ... touch you too," Draco managed, so aroused he seemed to be having trouble speaking. He held out a hand toward Harry. "Take off your clothes."
Harry shucked off his shirt, trousers, and underwear, too hasty at the thought of Draco touching him to make any attempt at a sexy striptease.
Draco pulled himself more fully onto the top of the desk, knees bent and legs spread. "Climb up here," he suggested.
Awkwardly, Harry positioned himself over Draco, kneeling between his legs. Their erections brushed together. He shivered. "Like this?"
Draco shuddered, arching up so that his cock rubbed against Harry's even more. "Yesss ... but ... turn around."
Feeling even more awkward, Harry clambered around so that he was straddling Draco's middle, arse and balls in full view. "What..." he began.
Draco's hands slide up Harry's thighs, caressing a minute before they curled around and tugged him back toward Draco.
Harry arched his back, face level with Draco's cock. It was slick from spit and pre-cum. Harry bent his head and rubbed his lips across the tip, flicking out his tongue to tease the slit open.
Draco groaned and mirrored rubbing his cheek against the shaft of Harry's erection that hung above him.
Encouraged, Harry moved his mouth down around Draco's cock, licking at the thick vein there. He wrapped his hands around the bottom of the shaft and began moving them in the corkscrew motion that he used when he touched himself. He felt Draco lapping at his balls, the long fingers of one hand sliding up the shaft of Harry's cock, curling about it to gently squeeze.
Harry moaned around Draco's cock. This opened his throat, allowing Draco to slide in further. Harry had never felt so – full of another person. His eyes watered, jaw ached; he wanted to cum so badly and at the same time didn't want to cum at all, wanted to stay here with Draco Malfoy's hard cock in his mouth for the rest of his life.
He felt the warmth of Draco's mouth around his balls, sucking them inside as he stroked Harry's cock. He felt the vibration of Draco's moan around him.
Harry could feel minute shudders running through Draco's thighs. The cock twitched in his mouth; Draco gasped, hips bucking. He came buried in Harry's throat, fingers tightening around Harry's cock so hard he gave out a choking hiss of pleasure/pain.
Draco pulled back, letting Harry's balls slip from his mouth and moaning through his orgasm, breath hot against Harry’s sac.
Harry swallowed most of Draco's cum, some of it trickling from the corners of his mouth. He licked up what he had spilled, running his tongue along the cut lines of Draco's stomach.
Draco's fingers moved down, pulling back Harry's foreskin and then swirling his tongue around the crown. Harry's head fell forward, nose buried in Draco's pubic hair and teeth scraping his navel. Fuck.
Draco hummed in approval, mouth closing over the head and sucking. Harry shuddered, dangerously close to orgasm. He thrust his hips in a wordless plea. Draco didn't seem to mind, taking him in and hands cupping his balls as he did.
Harry gasped out his orgasm, shuddering, sweating, spurting again and again into Draco's mouth. Draco kept sucking until Harry stilled, only then giving Harry's cock another couple of licks before letting it slip from his mouth. Harry flopped forward, head resting on Draco's thighs, panting for all he was worth.
Once he'd regained some fraction of his composure, Harry rolled off of Draco and onto his side, so that they lay head to feet on the desk. Draco nudged Harry's head with his foot. Harry nudged back.
"So," Harry said, trying to sound nonchalant. "What d'you think?"
He felt rather than saw Draco turn his head. "About what?" he asked softly.
Harry was glad Draco couldn't see the red in his cheeks. "You know ... this. Us. It's a bit – strange, isn't it? Not," he hastened to add, "that I'm unhappy about – us. At all."
Draco pushed up on to his elbows, looking down at Harry. "I ... I wouldn't have guessed, about you," he admitted.
"That I'm – that I like blokes?"
Draco nodded, his hair, now longer than he used to wear it, falling into his face a bit. "I usually – I usually can tell who does."
"I suppose that must help." Harry pushed himself up so that he sat cross-legged facing Draco. "I wish I could. Tell, I mean." He laughed ruefully. "God, I couldn't even tell about myself, could I? Not for years."
Draco brought his feet up on to the desk, but stayed leaning back on his elbows, looking up now at Harry. He looked different than Harry had ever seen him, more relaxed. And he seemed completely comfortable laying nude beside Harry. "I think I've always known, about myself, that is."
"How?" Harry asked too quickly. "Did you just wake up one day and – know, suddenly?"
The blond's cheeks turned pink and he looked away. He licked his lips before answer. "I noticed boys."
"Did you notice any boys in particular?"
That only seemed to make Draco's blush deepen, spreading down his neck. He drew his knees up, sitting with his chin on them. He seemed to be struggling with the answer. "Of course," he whispered.
Harry pushed his shoulder playfully. "Go on, then. Tell. And maybe I'll let you know how Oliver Wood looks in the shower after Quidditch practice."
Draco wrapped his arms around his legs and pressed his forehead to his knees, hiding his face. "Yeah, Quidditch players," he murmured.
"Is that your type?" Harry pressed. "Athletes."
Draco murmured something but it was muffled by his legs.
"Hey." Harry poked Draco's knee. "You all right?"
Draco unfolded himself, still not meeting Harry's eyes. "Doesn't matter," he said with a shrug.
Harry furrowed his brow. "What doesn't?"
"Who I like. Doesn't matter, really. It's not like I can be in a real relationship," Draco answered, looking away again.
Harry felt more confused than ever. "What about Snape?"
Draco frowned, looking back at Harry under the cover of his fringe. "What about him? He's not exactly going to want to admit what he's doing with a student."
"Still. He cares about you."
Draco nodded. "He cares and does his best to protect me."
"But you want someone you can be open with," Harry finished. "A boyfriend."
The flush returned and Draco's lips were a thin unhappy line. He took a deep breath and let it out. "Don't worry about it, Potter. I'm sure you'll find someone you want among all your admirers."
"Steady on!" said Harry. "What do you mean, 'my admirers'? I'm certainly not going to shag the Creeveys, if that's what you mean."
Draco's pointed noise scrunched up in distaste. "I should hope not."
"Oh, now I'm supposed to help you figure out who wants you?" Draco asked, sounding both horrified and amused.
Harry shrugged, feeling hot and irritated. Was Draco making fun of him? "I don't know what you're trying to say," he said stiffly.
Draco huffed, shaking his head. "I know you're just playing around with me until you find someone ... more suitable."
Harry reeled back so hard he almost fell off the desk. "What?"
Draco slipped off the desk and began gathering his clothes. "Don't worry about it, Potter. You won't have trouble finding men interested in you."
"I don't want some random man, I want you!" Harry blurted before he could stop himself.
Draco froze in place, trousers hanging from his fingers. He looked back over his shoulder, eyes wide with surprise. "What?"
"You heard me." Harry grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his head. "Never mind. Think whatever you want."
Harry didn't wait for Draco to reply. He threw on his pants and cloak and stormed out of the classroom.
[Oh, boys, boys... sigh.]
Chapter 12: Unresolved
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