Third Place - Angst

Harry awoke to being moved about. He felt skin slide along his body and then he was rolled to the side. Teeth bit at his neck and hands moved over his chest. He was enveloped in Draco's scent and Harry instinctually pushed back into the body behind him.

"I'm getting there," Draco growled. And then he was there. He surged into Harry with such force that only his arms holding onto the smaller Indago kept Harry from falling off the chaise. Harry grabbed onto those strong arms as he moved his leg to drape over the larger one being forced between his own. One of those strong hands dropped lower until it rested against Harry's stomach and Harry felt his own cock twitch in anticipation.

"Draco," he whispered in appeal. Draco thrust faster and deeper and then was done. Harry again felt that wonderful feeling of rightness and forgot all about his earlier whispered request.

"Right, let's go," Draco said once he had recovered. He slipped free of Harry's grip and stood up. "We've got classes in an hour and I intend on eating breakfast this morning." Harry listened as Draco went into the bathroom. After the toilet flushed Harry padded in after him and watched as Draco turned on the shower and stepped in.

"Well, are you coming?"

Harry smiled and climbed into the shower.

After another quick round in the shower, Harry and Draco were seated at the Slytherin table having breakfast. Harry was starving and eating as much as he could fit on his plate. Draco smirked at his behavior and ordered Vincent Crabbe to share the bacon when Harry had attempted to grab some and was denied.

Draco and Harry walked to Harry's first class, Herbology. Harry saw his friends waiting for him at the door to Greenhouse Two.

"Right, I've got a class clear on the other side of the castle, so stick with your friends, not that they do much," Draco drawled nastily. "But still, I suppose your impersonation of a daft loony yesterday did the trick and you won't have many hunters after you anymore." He turned to walk away and Harry grabbed his arm and held on tight. Draco turned back to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I... Can't I just... um, go to class with you, or maybe you could assist in this class?" Harry asked in a worried tone. Draco smirked and pulled out of Harry's grasp.

"Look, Potter, you'll have to fight this instinct because I am not missing Arithmancy and you can not afford to skive off any classes with your grades." Draco shook his head. "You'll just have to wait until lunch to see me again, got it?" Harry nodded. "Then, go." Draco strode back into the castle. Harry felt bereft without the blonde near.

"Harry? Are you alright?"

Harry turned to see his friends had walked up to him as he stared after Draco. Hermione was looking back and forth between the direction Draco had gone and Harry.

"Draco left," Harry said simply.

"Well, he had class too," Ron said, puzzled.

"But, he shouldn't go away. I should be with him." Harry's tone was even but his hands twisted together in anxiousness. What if he needed Draco while they were apart? What would he do?

"Second stage has started," Hermione said to Ron. The other boy's eyes widened in comprehension and then narrowed in dismay.

"Ugh, does that mean that their, ya know," Ron made undefined hand gestures, "shagging?" He whispered the last word. Hermione rolled her eyes at him and then took a step closer to Harry.

"Harry? Have you and Draco started to become intimate again?" she asked softly. Harry's gaze moved from the castle entrance back to her.

"Yeah, last night and this morning. Oh, and once in the shower," he said distractedly. Ron's eyes bugged out.

"Blimey! The books weren't joking were they?" he exclaimed.

"Harry, do you think you can go to class?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded. "I just, I just feel like I shouldn't be away from Draco right now."

"Well, that is because you wouldn't be in the wild," she explained. "You have now gone into the second stage. You are craving his touch and more. Since you engaged in...intimacy this morning, you should be okay until lunch. Then you'll see him again." She gave him an encouraging smile. "And, most importantly, you shouldn't be experiencing any more illogical mood swings."

"Thank mercy for that," Ron muttered.

Harry took one last look back and then started walking with his friends into the greenhouse. "You're right Hermione. I should be happy about that, shouldn't I? No more raving loon Harry."

The three friends laughed as they entered the humid classroom.

Two hours later, no one was laughing. Harry had become increasingly irritable and anxious. He made a mess of the practical portion of the class and had barely heard a word of Professor Sprouts lecture. Later in Transfiguration, Harry hadn't been able to perform a simple spell they had learned in third year and was reprimanded for not sitting still. By the time it was the Gryffindors' free period, Harry was a wreck and his friends were right behind him.

"Harry, you are going to twist your hands off!" Hermione reprimanded him. She slammed opened a book and was shushed by Madame Pince. Hermione blushed and glared at Harry laying the blame at his doorstep.

"I just don't understand why you won't let me sit in on Draco's class?" Harry whined.

"Because, we just had History of Magic yesterday and you would just look desperate," Ron answered. He checked to see if the librarian was watching and flew a paper airplane across the room. It did a couple of barrel rolls and a loop and then landed back in his lap.

"But I am desperate!" Harry hissed.

"Harry, calm down! You've had it three times already, have some pride!" Hermione's voice was strict.

"Pride went out the window on the first damn day of school, Hermione!" Harry said with a snarl. Hermione merely pursed her lips and went on with her homework. Harry tapped his foot rapidly and fidgeted at his collar. He was feeling warm again. He dug around in his candy bag and stuffed a tart in his mouth.

"Hey, um, Harry?" Ron asked, looking down at his paper airplane.

"Yeah?"

"How do, ah, well, what I mean is, how does it feel to, uh..."

"Have sex?" Harry asked.

Ron went a bit red in the cheeks. "Yeah. No. I mean, with a bloke."

"I don't know, really. I think you know what we, um, do, right?" Ron nodded. "Well, it feels, well, full and kind of odd but not really bad." Harry thought about it. "Well, the first time was awful and it hurt. A lot. But the second time was okay. It didn't hurt and even felt kind of nice for a bit. But these last three times, they were..." Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Right."

"Right?"

"Yeah. It just felt right," Harry answered simply. Hermione looked up.

"That's because you are in the second phase, or insemination stage now. Your instincts are urging you to copulate because you are at your most fertile. Well, normally you would be without the contraceptive potion. But your body isn't aware of that so it's instructing you to be with Draco as often as possible to ensure procreation." Hermione cocked her head to the side in contemplation. She blushed a bit but continued on. "The books say that your body will make it easy to become intimate. It said," she bit her lip, "that you would not need, um, lubricant."

Ron's brow furrowed in confusion. "Lubricant? What does he need lubricated?" Hermione stared hard at him and Ron's eyes finally popped open in understanding. "Ohhh, got it. Sorry, mate."

Harry smiled despite his anxiousness. "No worries, Ron. And yes, Hermione, we do not need it. I hadn't realized until you mentioned it, but yeah, my body is, uh, taking care of it." Hermione nodded and went back to her reading.

Ron went back to his paper creations, Hermione studied and Harry became increasingly agitated. His leg wouldn't stop bouncing, the back of his neck was sweaty and his lips were nearly gnawed through by the time they were heading into lunch. Harry was practically running towards the Great Hall and his friends had to keep holding him back. Suddenly Harry knew Draco was near. He twisted his head back and forth in the crowed hallway until he spotted the tall blonde coming towards him.

"Potter, I have something to show you," Draco drawled as he met the group halfway. Hermione rolled her eyes and Ron muttered, "sure you do" before Harry was happily drug away down a side corridor. He was pushed into an alcove behind a suit of armor and pressed his face against the wall. Trousers and pants were pulled down to his knees and Draco was pushing into him. Harry pressed back and was rewarded with a lick at the nape of his neck and a hand dragged through his hair.

"I almost wanked off in class waiting for you," Draco growled. The image that sprang to Harry's mind made his cock start to stiffen. "I couldn't wait to have you again. Up against a wall, over a desk, anywhere. I just had to have you." Draco punctuated every other word with a deep thrust. Harry was pressed fully against the wall. With Draco's words painting an erotic picture, Harry began to grind his hard length against the time-smoothed stone. Draco's fullness in him and the stone in front was absolute perfection.

"Draco," Harry breathed. "More."

"Gods..." Draco began to pound into him with his plea. Within only seconds, Draco bit down on Harry's neck to muffle his cry and poured into the Subicio. Harry felt the strong rightness in his world and sighed in contentment as Draco's weight settled against him.

"Come on, I'm starving," Draco whispered in his ear and then began putting himself back to rights. Harry quickly pulled his trousers up over his wilting erection and happily followed Draco to lunch.

Indago - Chapter 33

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