Chapter 8: After the holidays

Christmas was getting closer and that meant one thing to me: I won't be seeing Draco for two weeks! I would have stayed at Hogwarts during the holidays and made some excuse to the Weasleys for not spending it at the Burrows as I usually do, but there was no point doing that because Draco isn't staying either. He wants to spend the holidays with his mother.

During these past months, I've spent almost all of my time with him, and now I'll not be seeing him for two bloody weeks! I just hope these two weeks pass as fast as they could. I am gonna miss him so much…

The last time I saw him before we parted was on Platform 9¾. "Potter," he yelled at me and I saw him running towards me. He grabbed my hand and escorted me away from the crowd to a more private place. "Thought I'd let you go without saying goodbye?" he asked.

"We said goodbye already."

"That didn't count," he said, pulling me from my tie into his warm embrace. "You certainly forgot something."

I put my hand on his neck and gave him a brief kiss, but apparently Malfoy thought otherwise. He pushed me against a wall, which became his signature move, and deepened the kiss. "Malfoy…" I tried to say before he catches my lips in his again. "We're in public."

"I don't care…" he whispered and resumed doing amazing things with his talented tongue. I melted in his embrace and gave in. I ran my fingers in his soft hair feeling overwhelmed with the bliss of the moment. When our lips parted, I stayed dozed for moments, still clutching Malfoy's body for support.

"I am pretty sure someone took a picture of that," I said.

"Good," he said, grinning wildly, "I'll be on the news! And you'll look pretty bad in this photo with me having you pinned to a wall and dominating you."

I chuckled. "I am going to miss you," I said. "Very much."

"I'll miss you too. Don't worry, we'll be in touch. I'll owl you every day."

"There will be no need for that if you take this," I took out from my pocket a fake Galleon that the DA members used for the DA meetings. "I think you know what this is. I used to communicate with my friends with this fake Galleon. Whenever you need to talk to me, just tap your wand on the coin and it will send whatever you say on your mind. When I send you a message, the coin will go hot, so keep it in your pocket all the time so you can feel it." He took the coin and put it in his pocket.

"The coin will send you what I want to say in my mind?"

"Pretty much, yeah," I said.

"Then it will certainly send: 'I want to fuck Harry Potter hard' a million times."

My face heated. Draco never approached the idea of actual fucking before.

"Will I see you during the holidays?" I asked. "I want to spend Christmas Eve with you at least."

"You know I can't come."

"Ron said it was okay if you want to come!" It was true. I asked Ron and he said his parents agreed with it.

"But the point is that I don't want to."

"You don't want to see me?"

"No, I don't want to be the unwelcomed person who ruins the family times. And you know that the Weasleys aren't my favorite. But still, you can come, if you want…"

"I should say no since you refused my offer, but I couldn't, can I?"

He smirked. "I know you can't resist my charm."

I heard someone coughing near us. "We should go now, Harry," said Ron.

"Goodbye, Harry," Draco said before giving me a quick kiss and a tight hug. He then walked away without saying a word to Ron as if he was invisible. Ron looked at me with a grin and a raised eyebrow, and I instantly blushed. "Shut up!" I said.

"I didn't say anything," he chuckled.

Those two weeks were torture. To me, it felt like two years. I don't know how worse it could have been if Draco and I hadn't been chatting all the holiday using the DA coin. But talking with him isn't like being with him. It wasn't enough for me. I seriously missed the bastard. I missed his embrace, his kisses, his voice, his touch, and his scent… everything about him. The only good thing that happened during those two weeks is that I realized how important my boyfriend became to me, how much I need him, and how much I hate being away from him.

Although Draco had said before the holidays that I can come and spend some time with him at the manor, he took back his word later because Narcissa forbade him from letting me come. That bitch! I don't know why she hates me so much! And so, I've spent Christmas lonely as always. Draco apologized for that a million times, and I told him that I do not blame him and it is okay, but he just won't listen.

Today, we'll be returning back to Hogwarts, and for the first time in my life, I wasn't looking forward to anything – not the magic, not school, not even Quidditch – but one thing: seeing Draco. And I met him in the train. I ran to him once I saw him and crushed him into my arms. I ignored the muttered words and the disgusted looks from the students passing by in the corridor.

"I've missed you so, so, so much!" I said.

He giggled. "I missed you more." He pushed me away but only to take my lips in his.

"OI! Get a room you two!" Said one Slytherin young boy and I decided to put him on my enemies' list for interrupting us.

Draco pulled me to an empty compartment locking the door behind us and closing the blinds too. He pushed me to lie on the seat and he rested atop me. Without waiting for a second to waste, I took his sweet lips in mine and devoured them. My hand clutched his hair roughly while the other hand was under Draco's shirt caressing the skin of his back. I could feel myself getting turned on, and when Draco rubbed our crotches together, I found a similar situation. My hands traveled downwards to cup his perfect round arse that I've fantasized about so many times. He started unbuttoning my shirt and running his hands on my bare chest. I felt so desperate, as if all the sexual feelings that were trapped inside me during the past days have suddenly flooded and they were acting out of my control. I didn't know exactly what we were doing and I didn't care; I just knew that it felt brilliant. I quickly unfastened Draco's belt and pulled his pants down enough to free his full-blown erected cock. I felt him doing the same to me sighing once my cock was out of its tight prison and into Draco's hand. He stroked it hard and kissed my nipples at the same time. I wasn't that good at multitasking; all I managed to do is stroke his cock and moan. I matched my strokes with his and tightened my hand harder when he did the same, resulting in a high pitched moan escaping from my mouth. I was scratching Draco's back with the free hand, knowing that I won't last long. With a scream that was trapped on my chest, Malfoy came explosively in my hand and that was all I needed to follow him, except that my moans weren't trapped by anything. He collapsed on me, panting hard but not staying idle as he planted several kisses everywhere on my torso. Then he moved upward until we were face to face. I kept staring at his cute face that hovered above mine, looking at his red-swollen parted lips and wanting nothing but to fill the gap between them. I touched his red cheeks softly before pulling his head down for a passionate kiss. Draco opened his mouth to grant me permission to wander my tongue inside his sweet mouth, and with every stroke of tongue on tongue, my heart simply skips a beat.

I felt myself getting hard again although it had only been few minutes since we both came. Draco's hands were roaming down my body until they reached my arse and squeezed tightly. He pulled my legs upward and I rested them on his shoulders. I stiffened, not quite believing what Draco's fingers were doing right now. He was rubbing my arsehole with a finger and tracing the muscles ring of my anus. "Malfoy…" I said, and it came out as a plea. I wasn't sure what I wanted it to sound like. I didn't know what I was thinking. All what my brain was doing is shout that feels great! And oh, God! Draco has inserted a finger inside me. I tensed. I saw where this was going and I panicked, not having any objections, but not feeling sure if I am ready for this. Draco pulled the finger out and inserted it again, deeper this time.

"Malfoy…"

"Tell me if it hurts and I will stop."

It didn't hurt, just stung. And I definitely didn't want him to stop. I felt him adding another finger and thought No, that's too much!

"Relax, Harry." He whispered. I obliged.

He continued pulling both fingers and pushing deeper until I was starting to really enjoy it, and he knew that, judging by the inappropriate sounds I made. I felt him pulling the fingers out of me, and suddenly I was filled with something bigger. Much, much bigger. I tried not to panic, because it will do no good. But how could I? DRACO MALFOY IS FUCKING ME! Yes, it didn't feel great and I knew that once he starts moving I'll feel pain, but for god's sack it was still a blast to think that Draco is fucking me! I didn't know why I felt so happy about that, given that I am being fucked, but I just did. Until he moved… He must have known that it hurted me, because he stopped instantly and whispered in my ear, "I am sorry. I am so sorry."

He extended his apology by planting soft kisses on my neck.

"It's okay…" I said, not quite believing what I said.

"Did I hurt you? Well obviously I did," he said to himself. "I am so sorry, Harry."

"You can move. Honestly… I'll tell you if it hurts."

I prepared for another sear of pain, but when the blow came and Draco thrust deep inside me, it was more bearable. I gave him an encouraging look, and he slowly pulled back and thrust again. With every thrust, I can feel it getting easier, though I still can't find what is so charming about sex. For a moment, I questioned my sexuality, wondering if I didn't enjoy being fucked means anything, until Draco pushed again. I might have moaned like a girl, but I didn't care, because he repeated what he'd done.

"What the hell was that?" I asked.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked and before he can start apologizing, I raised my hip to meet his thrust and moaned again. He got the message. "Yes, yes, yes," I said. He slammed into the same spot and I felt a new kind of arousal. Draco started slamming hard and I didn't stop him. In fact, I was encouraging him more by raising my hips to meet every thrust. I bit a part of my shirt to trap my moans that were starting to get louder. I was feeling the most brilliant feeling in the world. I was filled with Draco and with every thrust it was like I was hit in my brain, which was screaming Malfoy is fucking me into a train's seat! Malfoy is fucking me! I, Harry James Potter, am being fucked by Draco Malfoy! "Oh, Draco, more, baby… Faster! Yes, yes, yes…" And I came, without him even touching my dick. He followed me instantly and I felt his hot liquids hitting my interiors as he came inside me. He collapsed on me smiling widely. "Harry! Harry, you called me 'Draco'!"

"What?"

"When you came, you said my name. My first name. You never called me 'Draco' before! Always 'Malfoy.'"

"Do I? I never noticed!"

"Yes. The only time you said 'Draco', you were naming the constellation not me… I want you to call me that forever. It feels so much better." I knew what he meant, because I felt like that too when he called me 'Harry' the first time. And I never noticed that first name thing. Otherwise I'd have called him 'Draco' long before now.

He hugged me, laying his head on my chest. I ruffled his hair like I used to do. "Draco." I said.

"Harry…"

"You actually_ I can't believe that! We had sex! You… fucked me! You freaking fucked me in a train compartment!"

"Is it that difficult to process?"

"Blimey, Mal-Draco… That was brilliant! No way in hell is this your first!"

He blushed. "I just let my body do what he always wanted to do… since so many years ago."

"Years?"

He nodded. I pulled him for a kiss that would have been eternal if only oxygen wasn't a necessity for survival. He pulled his softening cock out of my arsehole nd I felt emptiness, like a part of me is missing. I casted cleaning charms on our bodies and the seats, then dressed not feeling embarrassed as I usually felt. Somehow, after we had sex, it was like all barriers between us were gone and our relationship became stronger. Thankfully, we were already dressed when someone came knocking at the doors. Ron entered when I was helping Draco with his tie. He looked suddenly embarrassed, but said, "Oh, you're here! Well… I just thought… never mind, I'll just leave you together."

"Ron," I said, "Come in." He looked at Draco as if seeking his permission but he got inside anyway without receiving any response from Draco.

"I just finished with my HB duties," said Ron, "so I thought I can come and sit with you… you know, like old times."

"Of course you can," I said, earning a glare from Draco which I ignored. "Where is Hermione?"

"Screaming at some kids for throwing a Dungbomb in the luggage carriage… What is that smell?"

Only now did I notice that the compartment smelled with sweat and… sex.

"You will understand when you're older, Weaselby!" Draco smirked.

"Draco!" I said warningly.

"Sorry…" Although he didn't sound like it.

"The Daily Prophet has nothing to talk about these days except you two," said Ron randomly.

"Yeah," I said. "I've read the headlines: 'The Boy Who Lived to be a Queer,' 'The Gay One,' 'The Savior's Scandal'… And so on."

"Oh yes," said Draco. "Not to mention what they've been saying about how dangerous it is for the Savior to be dating an ex-Death Eater."

"Perhaps they are right," I said jokingly, "maybe you shouldn't have dated me! It's so… dangerous."

Draco chuckled and leaned for a kiss but stopped when Ron coughed. For a moment I'd forgot that he was still here. We were saved from the awkwardness of the moment when Hermione came.

"Hey, Harry, Ron, Draco…" She said and sat beside Ron. "Sorry, everywhere else is full. Otherwise we would have left you two alone," she told Draco and me.

"No, it's okay." I said and Draco whistled acting bored. "It won't be Hogwart's Express if we weren't in the same compartment. How was your Christmas, Hermione?"

"Interesting. I went skiing in France again with my parents, except it went well, unlike last time."

"Sorry," interrupted Draco, "what's skiing, exactly?"

Hermione was shocked more than me that Draco was engaging with a conversation with her. "Um… It's this muggle game in which you wear sort of long sledges that can make you slide on the snow…"

"Sounds boring…" He huffed then lay down on the seat resting his head on my lap. I tried hard not to blush but failed when he said "Ruffle my hair, Harry…"

I caught Hermione winking at me from the corner of my eye. Ron was suddenly interested in his shoes. And we sat in uncomfortable silence until the Lady with the Trolley arrived. I bought some candy for all of us, and we sat eating and chatting like old times with Draco as the only and best difference.

The next week was a pain in the ass. Classes got harder and the teachers assigned us more homework, as if they were punishing us for having fun at the holidays. But I still managed to spend time with my boyfriend. We were heading for dinner after a long day, holding hands and ignoring the homophobic students who were giving us disgusted looks and muttering insults behind our backs. And that was when I got stunned from behind my back. Draco managed to hold me before I hit the ground but he soon released me and went running after my stunner, although it was unlikely that they'd still be there. Surprisingly, Draco came after a moment catching a Gryffindor boy who looked like he's in his third year. The boy was protesting and begging Draco to leave him. Draco slammed him to the wall and took his wand out of his pocket.

"DRACO!" I shouted. "What are you doing?" I stood up and tried to walk to where he was.

He ignored me. "Why did you do it?" He shook the boy harshly from his collar then slapped him on the face.

"Draco, stop!" I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the boy.

"He hexed you, Harry! What do you expect me to do?"

I looked at the boy. "I don't think he was the one who did it."

Draco grabbed him from the collar again and shouted, "DID YOU? Admit it, you did it!"

The boy looked so scared to answer. I knew he was the one who did it, but I told Draco, "It wasn't him. I am sure of it."

"How could you be?"

"Before I fell, I saw an older boy running away," I lied. "It wasn't this boy."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Well then…" Draco sighed. "Go!" The boy looked so relieved. He gave me an apologetic look and mouthed the words 'Thank you' and left.

I didn't know why I spared him from Draco's wrath, but there was no point in punishing the boy.

"Fucking homophobes," Draco muttered. "What does it have to do with them? Why are they so upset?"

"Maybe because they're jealous that I have the sexiest boyfriend of them all?" I suggested.

Draco blushed. I took him into my arms and gave him a quick kiss.

"You didn't see who exactly your attacker was?" he asked.

"That wasn't an attack. I was just stunned!"

"And what stunning is? I swear, if I know who they were, I'm gonna kill them."

"Calm down," I said smiling, "you're not my bodyguard."

"That doesn't mean that I shouldn't protect you. You're my boyfriend!"

"So cute!"

"Excuse me? Did you just describe me as 'cute'?"

"Maybe I did," I said teasingly. "Come on, let's go. I'm starving!"

That night, I spent the night in Draco's dorm because he asked me to. I got some clothes, my Cloak of Invisibility, and the Marauders map with me.

"What are you wearing?" asked Draco once I stepped into the dormitory.

"My pajamas!"

"And where exactly did you get pajamas with the words 'Potter is the man' on the tops?"

"Er, it was a Christmas gift from Ginny. She bewitched it to_"

"The WEASLETTE?" Draco's face flushed with anger. "And why do you wear them?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Because it's from her." He said it like it's something disgusting.

I laughed. "Come on, Draco. Stop being jealous." Although I love it when he getsjealous. "If your gift was something that I could wear, I'd wear it all the time if you wanted."

"Now it's my fault that I've sent you a potions book so you can improve in the subject you suck at?"

"Oh, come on…" I jumped on his bed and leaned down on him. "You know what I mean. And of course, your gifts mean so much to me than any other gift I got from any other person, because it's from you." I kissed him passionately with my hand on his neck and my thumb caressing his flushed face. He didn't respond at the beginning, but soon melted under me and deepened the kiss. My hands moved downwards to unbutton his pajama tops. I groaned when our lips parted for mere seconds so Draco can take my T-shirt off. He threw it on the ground angrily.

"So tell me, Potter. Can this Weaslette do this to you?" He asked before quickly returning to kissing me then his hand slipped under my trousers and pants and grasped my cock. He rubbed it tightly in his hand as our mouths battled and got fiercer by the minute, battling for dominance with our tongues. Malfoy's other hand was now pushing away my trousers and I did the same.

When we broke apart for air, I muttered teasingly, "Probably… Now let's see who is better in bed." I quickly kissed him before he shouts back at me then slowly started moving down his body, kissing and nipping on his throat then his nipples. Finally, I reached to his cock that was so hard its tip was visible from above the waistband. I rubbed my hands on it lightly before pulling the waistband with two fingers and grabbing his so-hard dick. I licked a drop of precum from the tip and Draco moaned. I slowly planted kisses here and there and licked the shaft and teased the head, until finally I took it all in my mouth. Draco shuddered as I sucked hard hollowing my cheeks and flipping my tongue on his length. One hand was cupping his balls playfully while the other was pinning his hips on the bed to stop them from thrusting with every suck. I felt his thigh muscles contracting and heard Draco's moans becoming higher pitched. "No, don't come," I said, tightening my fingers on the base of his cock. "Not now."

He groaned, but pulled me up to kiss my lips, or should devour be the right word?

He whispered two words in my ear that made me shudder. "Fuck me…"

I didn't believe that Draco would request that. When I fantasized about it, it was always me who offered it. "Are you sure?" I asked.

"Don't make me change my mind, Potter!" I giggled and kissed him quickly. I felt anticipation growing inside me. I was waiting for this moment for so long!

I moved down and spread his legs apart. I had a great view of Draco's open arse and I could have stayed staring at it all night if I didn't have a better job to do. I was afraid that my strong desire would make me forget to be careful about not hurting Draco. I decided to take everything slowly. For a moment, I didn't know what to do first, but an idea immediately formed into my head. I took Draco's arse cheeks in my hand and leaned my head down.

"God!" he said surprised. "What are you doing?"

"Don't you like that?" I asked.

"I like it, but that's… gross!"

"I don't think it is. And as long as you like it, I do too." I kissed his hole again and traced the ring of muscles with the tip of my tongue. I kissed it again then sucked, and Draco produced a very inappropriate sound. I pushed my tongue deep inside and twisted it. I pulled my tongue back and sucked then kissed and pushed inside again. Judging by Draco's moans, he liked it… A lot. When I inserted the first finger inside, it entered easily. I pushed further until my second knuckle disappeared inside then pulled back and inserted two fingers, then a third until Draco was actually begging for it. And oh lord, how it felt when I inserted my cock inside. Draco looked tense but not hurt, so I pushed further inside until I was fully sheathed. The feeling of Draco's warmth surrounding my penis was glorious! I stayed in my place for more seconds knowing that if I moved, I'll come instantly and I won't come before making Draco enjoy this.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. Doesn't hurt much…" he said.

I pulled back then thrust back home. I was searching for the magic spot that would turn Draco into a moaning whore. It took me about five tries until I found it. "Harry…" he moaned.

"Was that it?"

"Shut up and repeat what you did."

I giggled. "I am at my lord's service."

I did it again and Draco moaned louder. I saw his dick instantly getting hard and he moved his hand down to stroke it because my hands were busy cupping his arse cheeks and squeezing tightly. I slammed hard into him again and my thrusts started to accelerate. Draco was screaming and begging for more. I was moaning too, saying some intelligible words like "Oh yeah, fuck you, Draco. So tight! FUCK!"

When I felt Draco's muscles contracting, I quickly grasped his cock and stroked it hard bringing him off. His arse hole tightened as he came, shouting my name in the process. I tried not to come to extend the pleasure so I took a different position by leaning down facing him and letting my hips do their job. I thrust harder and harder while kissing Draco who was moaning in my mouth. He rested his legs on my back and raised his hands to hold the headboard that was about to break from the bed. I rested my head on his chest, panting and feeling so close. When I couldn't hold my load anymore, I accelerated and deepened my fucks, causing Draco to stop breathing for a moment before moaning my name in a very erotic way. I came, spilling my seed deep inside him and grabbed his hair to pull his head down and kiss him roughly, and he responded with great enthusiasm.

"Oh, Harry James Potter, if I had known that it'd be this amazing, I'd have told you to fuck me since we first met."

I laughed. "We were so innocent then for something like that."

"As if that is the only problem…"

"So you liked it, then?" I asked.

"Mmm… It was okay," he teased.

"I know you liked it."

"Harry, I want to tell you something, but if you didn't like it, forget it and never think about it again, OK?"

I nodded. "Yeah, what is it?"

"You should be nervous, you know? This might not be pleasant."

"Ok, I am tense now. What is it?"

"I am serious!"

"I thought you were Draco!"

"Harry!" He glared at me.

"Sorry… Go on. Tell me what you want to say."

"Harry… um_"

"Are you going to say it before the sun rises?"

"Shut up! You're ruining the mood."

I chuckled. "Just spit it out, and beware, if I don't like what you're going to say, your punishment will be… severe!"

"Harry, I love you! There I've said it! Please don't hex me…"

I stayed still for a moment. Or ten. I just couldn't believe what he said. "Come again?"

"Never mind…" He looked disappointed.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Forget it. I just made a fool of myself…" he muttered.

I had enough proof that I wasn't imagining what he said. He said he loves me... OH. MY. GOD! HE ACTUALLY SAID IT! I thought that it'd take him years to notice it. I've been thinking about it every night, cursing my luck for falling in love with a boy who sees me as his boyfriend but not his lover. I laughed. I just can't help it… It was just a bizarre feeling. The words still echoed in my ears 'Harry, I love you'! This is the best day of my life!

"Something amusing?" Draco looked embarrassed. When he only got more laughter as the only response, he turned his head away and said: "I said forget it, OK?"

"Oh, Draco Malfoy, you stupid boy." I pulled his face back so he can look at me. I looked into his beautiful grey eyes feeling the world dissolving around us, like we two are the only ones in the universe. "You stupid, stupid boy. I love you too!" I took his already swollen lips into mine for a bruising kiss.

He pulled away. "Really?" He asked looking amazed.

"Yes! I love you so much, Draco. I've loved you since the day I first kissed you, but you just wanted to get laid. "

"Hey!" he punched my shoulder playfully then hugged me tightly.

I hugged him back. Our naked bodies were smeared with sweat and cum, but I didn't care. I hugged him as if my life depended on it. Draco grabbed my hair to pull my head up and kissed me with passion, and we stayed as we are for minutes, expressing our love through sweet kisses. After a while, Draco wandlessly summoned his wand. His wandless magic is one of the million things about Draco that turn me on. He looked at me with a smile then held his wand and said quietly, "Expecto Patronum," without taking his eyes off mine.

A very bright silver light burst out of the tip of his wand and a figure of an animal zoomed across the room. My jaw dropped, not only because Draco finally mastered the Patronus Charm but also because I couldn't believe the shape of his patronus. I looked at him then at the patronus then at him before taking his lips in mine. I hoped there were Dementors nearby because together we'd have produced the best Patronus Charms and sent them to hell.

His patronus is a stag.

THE END

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