Third Place - Drama

(Friday Evening)

We headed back down to the dorms after making arrangements with Dobby. He would pick Harry up from the Great Hall after breakfast on Monday. Harry seemed a bit clingy, but I chalked it up to finding out that we would be separated come the weekday. He held my hand through the hallways and into the dorm. Even when Vince and Greg tried to cajole him into relearning Exploding Snap, he just clutched my hand and shook his head.

I gave up trying to suggest he go play, or draw, or do anything away from my person after the first heart wrenching look of confusion he sent me. We wound up just sitting on the couch watching the Snap game; Harry snuggled into my side as though he were a part of me. Around 9 p.m., I decided to give bathtime another go.

He didn�t balk this time. He didn�t run. He just stared warily at the tub as I filled it up. He allowed me to undress him and help him into the tub but he refused to let me move away, even to take my outer robes off this time. I shrugged and knelt by the tub, handing him the washcloth and soap. He shook his head and plunged his hands into the water. I could tell that he�d sat on them, refusing to take the cloth from me.

I took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Okay, I�ll wash you up," I said with more confidence than I felt. He held out first one arm then the other for me to soap, then he shifted and lifted his leg for me. I was trying so hard to focus on the one body part at a time that I didn�t notice what the others were doing until too late. I finished up his back and moved on to his chest. He began to lean into my scrubs, sliding so that my strokes kept moving over his nipples.

I had uncomfortably moved the cloth away and began washing his abs and stomach when I noticed it.

His erection.

He was hard. Because of me? The column of flesh stood out from the bubbles like a marble pillar, droplets of water running down the sides of the turgid flesh. I dropped the cloth and jerked my hand back. It was then that Harry proved he, too, was of Seeker stock. He�d grabbed my hand before I could effectively get away.

"No, please, Draco," he begged. The tone was slightly different than I�d come to expect from this new Harry. I looked up, searching his face. There was a hunger there that had never been apparent on young Harry�s face. This was the needy, desirous face of a 17-year-old man. This was the look I�d dreamed of seeing directed at me.

Harry, my Harry, was in there. But for how long?

I tried once again to pull my hand away, feeling rather like a cross between a pedophile and a horny boyfriend, and he jerked my hand hard. I toppled over, nearly falling into the water. He took immediate advantage of that fact, forcing my fingers around his hard cock and pinning them there with his own. If I weren�t so terrified, it would have been fucking well arousing. Harry began to thrust his hips into the channel made by our conjoined hands. He moaned and dropped his head back, never breaking eye contact with me.

"Please, Draco," he whispered. "Touch me. Touch me like you want me too." Dear Merlin, the boy was trying my will power. "I�m yours. I need you. I love you. Please, bring me back." He sped up, our hands practically a blur on his wet cock. With a final moan, I felt him begin to go, his cock throbbing in repeated spurts. He shot up over his own chest, covering the newly washed area, and our linked hands, with creamy slickness.

"Oh, fuck yes, Draco," he whimpered. "So fucking good."

"Harry?" I managed to choke out of my dry mouth.

His eyelids fluttered and he began to get a familiar expression on his face...confusion.

"No!" he cried, fighting some mental battle that I wasn�t privy to. "No, please, I don�t want to go yet!"

His eyes fell shut and his hand went slack on mine. Not really sure what the hell was going on, I carefully dislodged my hand from around his cock and swished it clean in the bathwater. When I was done, he still hadn�t opened his eyes.

"Harry?" I tried again.

He began rapidly blinking and then his eyes shot open. He smiled up at me, the sweet four-year-old Harry that I was quickly becoming familiar with. "Draco, I�m cold. Can we have hot chocolate before I go to bed?"

"What the fuck am I supposed to do, Pansy?" I paced back and forth across my dorm floor, dragging a hand repeatedly through my once tidy locks. Harry was settled in the common room happily drinking his hot chocolate and finally allowing Greg and Vince to teach him Snap. I was locked away, literally...I�d used four different Locking Charms, a Silencing Charm and a ward �just in case.� I wasn�t sure what the just in case was for. My safety? Harry�s? Privacy? So no one would see me losing my cool save my best friend?

"Calm down, Draco," Pansy said for the fifth time since I started the horrid tale of �the bath that never should have been.� "He�s just remembering," she soothed.

"Remembering!" I lost my cool. "Remembering what? I�ve never touched him like that, Pansy. And I didn�t want to touch him like that now!" I...stated? Pleaded? Whined? Oh, Merlin. This sodding well sucks.

Pansy rolled her eyes and grabbed my arm, jerking me down to the coverlet beside her. "I�m not accusing you of taking advantage of him, Draco. He�s just remembering that he loves you. You did say the Gryffs told you that, right?" I nodded in the face of her logic. "So, it sounds like he�s in there somewhere. And he is asking you, the man he loves, to help him."

I sighed, falling back onto the bed with an arm over my face. "Okay, so he�s asking for my help. So, how do I give it to him?" I asked helplessly.

I could hear the certainty in her voice. "You should tell Professor Snape about it. He�ll know what to do."

Good thought, that. Yes. That�s it. I�d go to Snape. All my problems solved. I�d go in the morning.

But I didn�t take into account that morning was an entire night away.

(Friday Night)

"Draco?"

"Hmmm mmm,"

"Draco? Are you awake?"

"Greg, jus� cast Lumos. Noth�n�ll get you."

"Draco!" I felt a hand on my back, shaking me. Bloody Greg.

"Wha--? Harry?" I blinked my eyes to clear them of sleep. Sure enough, Harry was huddled by my bedside, rumpled hair and wild eyes and clutching the dog I�d made for him. "What�s wrong, Harry?" I sat up, concerned.

"I had a bad dream," he whispered, looking longingly at the empty pillow next to my head.

I rolled my eyes, still half asleep and lifted the covers. "Come on, silly prat. Hop in. Nothing will get you while you�re with me."

Harry grinned and snuggled down next to me, settling his dog between us. "Night Draco."

"G�night, Harry."

I should have tried to wake up fully before making that suggestion. I should have thought of the potential problems. I should have remembered back to just the few hours before and the inappropriate er...touching that had occurred. But I didn�t.

I don�t know how much later it was, I only know it was still dark. Vince�s snores echoed around the dorm room as did Blaise�s slight wheezing. Greg�s night light spell dimly lit the room; just enough so that I could see with clarity that which I felt happening.

Harry was rubbing off on me.

His eyes were closed and his mouth slightly open. He made tiny gasping noises with each thrust of his hips against me. I could feel the wetness that told me he�d been doing this a while. I could feel the friction burn he was giving me. And I was once again completely incapable of doing a fucking thing. I lay still. Motionless. Terrified to move. What if someone woke up? Would they think that I was encouraging Harry? Would they think I was pushing him into it?

I shook those thoughts off. It didn�t really matter what anyone else thought. What mattered was that not doing something about what Harry was attempting was just as bad as encouraging it. I scooted away and tried to shake him awake.

"Harry!" I whispered loudly into his ear. "Wake up. Harry, you can�t do this."

He moaned, his hips thrusting toward me. "Draco, please," he whimpered. "Please touch me."

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell kind of willpower did he think I had? "Harry, I can�t," I tried to speak rationally. "We can�t do this."

In one swift move he rolled over across the bed and pinned me down. His face rested in the crook of my neck, his hot breath misting across my flesh, raising goosebumps. He sighed happily and resumed pumping his hips. I could feel his erection thrusting against my own hardening cock and I wanted to cry. My eyes burned and my chest felt ten times heavier in a manner that had nothing to do with Harry�s weight.

I vainly pushed at his shoulders whispering pleas for him to stop, telling him we couldn�t do this, that it was wrong. My pleas fell on deafened ears. In that moment, I hated being a male. I hated that my body was responding to something my mind shuddered at. I hated that Harry�s breathy moans excited me. I hated that I wanted to know what this would feel like without our nightclothes.

And when Harry�s breath began to hitch and his cock grew hard enough that I feared he�d hurt me with it, I hated that I felt a tendril of pride in bringing him to completion. His climax burst upon him dragging a low keening from his throat. His hips jerked against me and our pants grew sticky and warmly wet.

Now that he was no longer actively fighting me, I rolled him back off of me and squeezed my eyes shut.

"Draco?" his confused voice came to me.

I cleared my throat before attempting to speak. "Y-yes, Harry?" I choked out.

"Draco," his voice now sounded teary. "I think I wet the bed."

A sound burst from my mouth. A sob? A laugh? I have no idea. I reached over and snagged my wand. Casting a quick Cleaning Spell, I shushed Harry and settled him back down to sleep. He rolled onto his side, snuggling the dog and facing away from me, content in his world once again.

I rolled onto my side too. Tears soaked my pillow.

Sleep was a long time coming.

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