Third Place - Angst

He had had to fight tooth and nail with Madame Pomfrey, but he had won and it was worth it. Harry stood in his gazebo and not in the infirmary. He considered it his, even if it was in Draco's private garden. But then, none of this was really theirs. Just borrowed until they finished school.

"The fuck, Potter!"

Harry looked out into the garden and saw Draco slamming the door. His face was flushed and there were faint silver splashes on his cheeks as he stormed down the small path.

"I go to find you and they tell me you are gone. Gone! The hell possessed you to leave the hospital wing? Oh wait, I forgot! Saint Potter can do what ever he wishes. No one denies the Hero, even if he is injured and ill!"

Draco stepped up onto the raised floor of the small shelter and crowded Harry back.

"I'm feeling okay. Except for the soreness. But the more I move around, the better it seems to feel," Harry said quietly.

"And, oh look, Potty seems to also think he is immune to the cold!" Draco said nastily, looking down on Harry's simple shirt and trousers.

"The bandages are warm enough. I feel like a mummy." Harry held up his arms, which were wrapped in three places with gauze.

"Speaking of bandages, Potter. What the hell possessed your obviously overworked mind to go into the Forest? For kicks? Getting bored now that the Dark Lord is no longer around to chase you?"

Harry continued to look up into silver eyes that were only a foot away from him. He was actually grateful that Draco was so close because he was starting to feel the chill and Draco in his anger was generating quite an amount of heat.

"I heard someone calling for help. I didn't think they were that far in. Once I got in there though he moved and I stupidly followed him deeper in. They were smart enough to cover his scent with one of our school robes or I wouldn't have gotten so close." Harry's voice was utterly calm. Draco on the other hand was anything but.

"Yes. Stupid. You actually got it right, wonder boy. That was incredibly stupid!" Draco spun away and stomped to the other side.

"How did you know, Draco?" Harry asked. "How did you know that I had gone in there and needed help?"

"Because, idiot. You played the perfect Little Red Riding Hood and left your basket. I saw it sitting there at the edge and just knew you had done something classically stupid!" Draco looked out over the snow-covered lawn. "I had no idea what you had gotten yourself into until I heard-," Draco broke off and turned completely away.

Harry stepped closer. "Until what, Draco?" he put his hand on the blonde's shoulder. "What did you hear?"

Draco spun fast and knocked Harry's hand off. He was snarling and his eyes were beginning to slit. Harry took a step back.

"You! I heard you. You were screaming! And then you were begging them to stop! That's when I knew that you had fulfilled your stupid acts quota for the day!" Draco turned back around to place his hands on the edge of the half wall. Harry watched his back heaving as he breathed hard.

"Thank you," Harry said quietly. "Thank you for saving me."

"Oh, really? You're thanking me?" Draco said sarcastically. "Oh my, the great Harry Potter is thanking me for saving him. Why, I shall have to write this in my journal as a red letter day!" Draco turned back and stalked towards Harry. He backed the smaller man into the solid wall in the back. Grabbing Harry's shirt he leaned in close until they were eye to eye.

"You want to thank me, Harry?" he said low. "Then stop being a prick and make my heroics mean something. Dump the disease and live for more than a day!"

"I can't do what you want me to, Draco. I'm sorry."

"Then fuck you!" Draco shoved Harry hard into the wall and stormed out of the gazebo.

"Wait. Draco!" Harry called out. He ran to the edge of the step and yelled at the retreating blonde. "Tell me why! Why does it matter to you? This way you get rid of your nuisance and this disease." Harry realized he was getting angrier with each word. "You'll find other people who will do what you want, be what you want. You have never had to do more than look at a person to get them in bed. Why do you care whether I live for more than a day?"

Draco had made it halfway back to the door into his room when he turned around. "Because, you ass, you're not other people! You're the great Harry Potter!"

"The bloke you've always hated!" Harry shouted.

"Not anymore! Not for a long time, you prat!" Draco shouted back.

"Yeah, well, I stopped hating you an even longer time ago, you stupid git!" Harry yelled as he stomped down the steps and towards Draco. "Even though you are an arrogant, self centered, ego driven bastard, you still make me laugh and you still have a heart hidden deep and you still have a mind that is obviously too smart for anyone's good!"

"And you," Draco shouted as Harry came to a stop in front of him, "are a soft-hearted, rose-tinted glasses wearing, lazy idiot, who is still spontaneous, sly, and braver than is healthy!"

The two stared each other down, both of them breathing hard in their anger.

"Sod it!" Draco growled and grabbed Harry to him. In the next moment their lips touched for the first time, in a kiss born of fear and anger and desperation. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders as he pressed himself into the embrace. Draco's arms tightened about his waist, trying, it seemed, to pull Harry into himself. The wet slide of a tongue against the seam of his lips and Harry opened his mouth to the gentle invasion. Draco nibbled on Harry's lips and then plunged in once more.

Harry wanted it to go on forever. He had never known that it could ever be this good. He moaned as Draco pulled back and then began kissing his neck. Harry tipped his head to encourage better access to his throat. Draco tightened his grasp until Harry was actually lifted off the ground, then he began to kiss and lick and nibble as he brought them both into the warmth of the room.

Harry soon found himself half undressed on the bed with an equally half undressed Draco on top of him. Draco continued pulling the Gryffindors clothes off, kissing each inch of skin that was revealed. Harry wanted to do that too and once finally free of clothing pushed Draco over onto his back and straddled him. For a moment Harry realized that he was now on top of the top and he sat frozen in apprehension. But Draco reached up, grabbed the back of his neck and brought him down for a deep kiss. Once it was broken, he began his ministrations with confidence. Harry was more than pleased when Draco acknowledged the kiss on his inner thigh with a low moan and a hiss of breath when Harry nibbled at his bellybutton. Finally, skin rubbed freely against skin, only hindered by the occasional bandage on them both.

Draco rose up and pushed Harry off of him. The brunette quickly turned onto his stomach, eager to feel Draco inside of him. But instead he only felt hands as they rolled him over onto his back again. Draco pushed himself to lie between Harry's legs and stared into green eyes.

"This way, Harry," Draco said quietly. "I want to see you." Then he was kissing Harry again. Hands roved everywhere and Harry was inundated with sensations and feelings. Draco touched every part of him. He was so wrapped up in feeling that he never noticed when Draco reached for the jar on the bedside table. Suddenly, Draco's fingers were inside him and Harry gasped in delight. Kisses were laid on his chest and belly. His nipples were licked and sucked. Then his legs were pushed up and Draco was pushing inside him.

Moaning, Harry reached up and dragged his hands down Draco's chest. He hadn't known that they could do it this way and Harry had to admit that he liked it. He watched Draco's face tense and relax in concentration and pleasure. Then silver eyes opened and stared intently at him. Draco swooped down and, again, Harry's mouth was happily plundered, as if, now that they had discovered the joys of kissing, they could never get enough. The heat and weight of the blonde's chest on him was exquisite and Harry wrapped his arms around tight and held on. Draco growled in approval and began moving, thrusting in and out in a rhythm they had established long ago and neither one had forgotten. He reached between them and began stroking Harry's hard length, propping his weight up on one arm. Then, the wonderful man pivoted his hips in a way he had never done before and Harry felt the most amazing rush of sexual heat as Draco pressed against something inside him.

"What was that?" Harry asked breathlessly, his eyes opened wide. Draco smirked and did it again. Harry cried out and his back arched.

"That," Draco said in between thrusts, "was a special little place I should have shown you a long time ago."

From then on Harry was again lost in the crashing waves of pleasures and sensations. From the fullness and rightness of Draco buried deep inside him to the small plops against his skin as the sweat rolled off the Slytherin's body onto his own, Harry felt it all. Then it became too much and Harry was rolled under the tide of pleasure and he came calling out desperately for his lover.

"I'm here, Harry," Draco gasped. "Always." Then another shout and the full weight of Draco's body fell onto Harry's and he couldn't have been happier or more content if he lived for a thousand years.

Indago - Chapter 55

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