Can't Fake It
By Firesword

The bedroom was quiet and a little dark, but Draco could still see where he was and who was in the bedroom. Or more specifically, sleeping on the bed beside him. The silver-haired wizard pulled off the blanket that covered him silently and sat up. He frowned as he stared at the serene-looking Gryffindor. It bothered him a little to admit that Harry Potter looked quite handsome, and adorable, to fall asleep with his glasses on and moonlight draped over one side of his face. However, it bothered him more that he could not remember what Severus had said to him just before he had collapsed in ... shock. Harry turned and gave his back to the window.

Draco stared unblinkingly at the sleeping teenager. Why ... why? He swallowed nervously and studied the pale shoulder illuminated by the moonlight. He took a deep breath and forced his eyes down, and down. Then he forgot to breathe, and he started to feel a bit faint.

It was not the nakedness that had stunned him, but simply, the hidden beauty that Harry had secretly possessed.

No wonder the girls had been so crazy over him, Draco thought dreamily. Silver eyes settled on Harry's ankles and he felt an overwhelming urge to grab them with his hands and trail upward. He caught himself and groaned inwardly. Great Slytherin, had I really thought of that? He almost shrieked when his fingers brushed against the softness of Harry's hip and he pulled his hand back immediately.

Why is he here with me? Why is he naked? What did Severus say to me? Merlin ... what? Draco kept his arms crossed, as he feared he might be tempted to touch Harry again. Gods ... his waist ... his hip. He bit down on his lower lip and shook his head to clear his thoughts. In the end, he looked away, closed his eyes and concentrated hard. Slowly, the words spoken by the Potions master returned to him.

Draco nearly bolted out of bed, but he did not. His eyes had fallen on Harry's face and he was calmed by the peaceful expression. Did Severus mean ... Dear gods, how can he think of such a prosaic way to save my arse? He touched Harry lightly on the waist. The raven-haired wizard did not stir. Before he knew it, he was moving further down the bed and he was resting with his face near Harry's groin. He looked up nervously but Harry still slept. Draco touched the mat of pubic hair that surrounded Harry's vulnerability tentatively and it mesmerized him to feel the softness under his fingertips.

He started to wonder if anyone had touched Harry like this before and suddenly, he felt a hot, irrational surge of jealousy. His cheeks warmed slightly in embarrassment. I must be mad. He stopped worrying about whether he was mad or not when Harry's scent filled his nostrils. Oh god. He inched closer and his hand moved up to caress the wizard's hip. His mouth watered slightly as he stared at the limp cock before him. Where's my wand? He felt around his robes but he could not find it. Damn ... I have to try without it then.

He closed his eyes and tried to block the arousing scent from his mind. He concentrated on the charm and pressed a finger to his lips. The taste of peppermint exploded in his mouth suddenly. When the charm ended, he felt clean and refreshed. He licked his lips experimentally and slowly, a devilish grin spread on his face.

I hope you have a good sense of hygiene, Harry. He curled his fingers around the sexy hip and stuck his tongue out to taste Harry intimately. He shuddered with hunger and took the organ into his mouth. He sucked gently and groaned around the length. Bloody hell, you taste exquisite. Draco continued to suckle until it started to harden and he trembled again at the incredible pleasure he felt.

Harry made a soft noise and arched into his mouth. Draco followed him and knelt into the space between his legs. Draco pulled his mouth away with a loud pop and swiveled his head to look at the door nervously. I just hope no one hears anything. He went back to look at Harry, who slept fitfully and who sported a very delectable hard-on. Unable to restrain his animalistic – and somewhat horny – self, he wrapped his lips around the hard flesh and sucked fiercely. He kept his eyes on Harry's face and watched as the calm face rippled into something that looked like agony. The raven-haired wizard let out a strangled groan and the sound of it made Draco's stomach tighten with need. Then in a motion that seemed dream-like and ethereal, Harry gripped the bedsheets and undulated on the bed. Draco unconsciously tightened his fingers on the wizard's hips and moaned around the cock as the tip brushed the back of his throat deliciously. He pulled away hastily to lick away the traces of pre-emission from the head, and then he went back to sucking; he wanted to hear Harry make more of the sexy sounds.

He knew it had to be a dream, and he knew that the greasy bastard was to blame. If only the blasted Potions master did not put the notion in his head first, he would not be dreaming of this. He would not be dreaming of fine, silken hair brushing his thighs, a pair of pale, graceful hands rubbing his abdomen, of a wicked tongue making him melt, and the presence that could only belong to his fair-haired archenemy.

"Draco," he whispered the name in a voice full of desire. He did not care if he had uttered that in his dream or if he had audibly. The only thing that was of matter to him was that Draco would not stop paying attention to him. "Draco." Again, he called the Slytherin, and slid his fingers through the mane of silver-blonde hair. He lifted his hips and groaned as something caressed him tightly and licked him wickedly.

At some point, Harry suddenly realized that he was actually awake. But…. However, the sensations did not cease, but it had increased. He fought to open his eyes and he stared at Draco a little blankly. Bloody sweet ... Merlin. Harry felt his cheeks starting to burn with absolute embarrassment. Bloody hell. He could not believe the sight – he could not believe that his legs were up with feet that were planted firmly on the mattress, or that he was slowly pumping his cock between Draco's lips. He gasped, a little amazed that everything he saw looked quite erotic. Draco especially.

"Malfoy, what are you doing?" he asked in a hushed tone. He tried to keep his hips still and he managed to do so, until Draco started to lash at the underside fiercely with his tongue. Harry whimpered and drove his hips up instinctively. Draco pulled his mouth away and Harry groaned at the loss of heat and friction.

With wide, emerald eyes, Harry stared as Draco licked his shaft with a wicked gleam in his silver eyes.

"I wonder if you're blind, and paralyzed, Potter," Draco answered in a silky tone. "I'm sucking your cock."

"But ... I thought you didn't want..."

"How could I not want it – no, not it." Draco crawled forward and Harry held his breath. Draco stopped when he was face to face with Harry. "How could I not want you, Harry, when you were already lying naked and looking extremely," Draco licked his lips sensuously, "delicious?"

"I was naked?" Harry blinked. He quickly ran through his memories but he was unable to remember anything after Draco's collapse in the living room. I don't recall coming into the bedroom.

Draco did not say anything – he had simply raised his eyebrow. Harry could not say anything either, as the warmth that was so close to his body was distracting him to no end.

He stared down into the pools of emerald obstructed by the pair of glasses, but he saw the uncertainty in them clearly. Draco lowered his groin, pressed firmly into Harry, and grinned evilly at the sharp pant. He shifted his hips and thrust again, and a groan escaped from his own mouth at the feeling of Harry's member sliding against his trapped cock. He threw his head back and arched, and enjoyed the exhilarating sensation.

Draco breathed hard and looked down at Harry's needy face. He rotated his hips and delighted upon seeing the slight furrow of black eyebrows. "Shall I continue, or do you want me to stop?" He pressed down and rotated his hips wickedly. Then he felt Harry's fingers digging painfully above his hip. "I'll take that as you don't want this to stop."

The silver-haired wizard braced himself with one hand while he rubbed Harry's neck and throat with his right hand. He continued to rock against Harry as he toyed with Harry's dark nipple, and when he twisted it gently, he felt wetness on his pants. He could feel his own cock throbbing and leaking in excitement as well.

"You really are a sexy one, Harry." He slid his hand further down between their bodies and touched Harry's hard cock. "My, you are quite excited," he murmured teasingly and circled his finger around the wet head.

"Draco."

He wrapped his fingers around the hard length and started to pump it. "You know what, Harry? I love it when you call my name," he said softly, and leaned down. He whispered the incantation, and smiled at the sharp intake of breath from the wizard below him. "Let's see what is your favorite flavor." He licked at Harry's lips before thrusting his tongue inside the warm mouth. He tasted chocolate and coffee, and groaned as fingers buried into his hair and Harry deepened their kiss.

Draco needed more. He felt so hot and incredible, and the throbbing cock in his hands just made him want to do anything and everything with Harry. He broke away from the kiss and licked his lips. "I think I'll suck you again, Harry." He squeezed the flesh gently. "You're making me very hungry."

"Please."

He smirked and bent his head forward to nuzzle at Harry's neck, and slowly, he went down Harry's body. He paused to tease the hard nub for several seconds. Then he went on to plant kisses on the stomach, abdomen, and groin. Then he guided Harry's cock into his mouth and tasted the heavenly essence that coated the head. "Mmmmmm." His tongue swirled around the underside. "You really taste good," he murmured and kissed the shaft. He planted another kiss at the base and rubbed his cheek against the stiff flesh. "You feel good. So ... hard. Silky," he pulled the foreskin up, "and hard."

"Draco," Harry hissed. "Please."

Lips wrapped around the hard cock and suckled gently. An agile and hungry tongue fluttered all around the shaft while hands moved to unbutton a rumpled shirt. Draco undressed with his mouth busy. It was several minutes later when he was finally as naked as Harry was. Draco squeezed his cock briefly and whimpered in need.

"Come here," Harry whispered.

In a lusty haze, Draco released Harry and crawled up. He thought Harry wanted a kiss, but the dark-haired wizard pulled at his hips insistently. His knees nearly gave way, but not before his cock was buried in Harry's mouth.

"You're naughty too," he said breathlessly, as he watched himself disappear into the wet heat. His cock pulsed and it encouraged Harry to suck harder. "Do you like that?" Draco murmured. "Do you like how I taste?" Talking and letting Harry suck him at the same time was pulling him closer and closer to orgasm. Draco jerked his hips away and smirked at the irritated expression. "I don't want to come too soon." He pouted and firmly grasped Harry's wrist. "Are you deaf too, love? I don't want to come now, although to see your face covered with my come is very appealing."

"Hmmmm."

"You seem to like it when I do that," Draco murmured to himself, and he absently settled his body on top of Harry. "Fuck."

"Yeah..."

Leisurely, Draco ground his hips and rubbed his cock against Harry's. "Fuck ... yes." He buried his face in the crook of Harry's neck and continued to roll his hips.

The heat inside him seemed to grow greater and more intense, and he let out a long moan when Harry kissed his shoulder and neck. He knew that this was how sex, if not lovemaking should feel like. He just wanted to melt in Harry's arms. There was something not quite right, however. As he breathed hard into Harry's ear, he wondered what was missing.

This is different. I'm not with a girl – I don't have to be in control. His muscles tightened in excitement. I don't have to be in control. I don't need to dominate. "Harry."

His mind and body burned with lust. It felt right and wonderful, and Harry kissed Draco's shoulder fervently. There was something about the way that Draco's body had molded into his that was making him very happy – it was perfect. Harry was not so surprised with the eager way his body was reacting – he had experienced quite gay encounters with Charlie and the Weasley twins – but what was surprising to him was the feeling deep inside him. He did not know where the idea had come from, but he wanted Draco to be his lover. Permanently.

In a sudden burst of masculinity, he tightened his hold on Draco and rolled them over. He nearly came when Draco moaned his name. The Slytherin sounded very seductive, and when Harry opened his eyes to look down at the wizard under him, Draco looked very aroused. Glazed silver eyes peered through long, blonde eyelashes, and a tongue peeked out of reddened lips to lick the lower flesh.

"I want you, Draco," Harry hissed before he could stop himself. He braced himself and waited for Draco to kick him or something, but Draco continued to look at him expectantly. He frowned slightly and grabbed Draco's legs before hoisting them up. Then, he boldly brushed his erection along Draco's crack and pressed his cock against the dark pink entrance. "Do you really want this?"

"I want you," Draco said in a strange voice.

"Are you sure?" Harry jabbed at the tightness and shuddered to feel it opening quite readily for him. He stopped himself before he could drive his hips forward.

"Am I sure?" A throaty chuckle escaped from Draco's throat. A magical candle appeared above them and Harry breathed in sharply at the sight. Mesmerized, he watched as Draco slowly took hold of his stiff erection and stroked it languidly. "I am hard, Harry, and as you can see, I'm leaking, just for you."

Harry let out a soft growl and leaned forward. He caught Draco's cock in his mouth and sucked fiercely. He moaned as his tongue lapped up at the pre-come, and shivered, when Draco pulsed in his mouth and more salty liquid dripped onto his tongue.

"Make me ready," Draco whispered and tugged at his hair urgently. "Now. I cannot wait any longer."

"Where's my wand?" Harry asked hoarsely.

"Isn't it there?" Draco answered with a soft chuckle.

He blushed. "I meant my holly wand – not this."

"I don't know. I couldn't find mine either." Then Draco closed his eyes and brought his knees up.

Harry could not breathe at the delicate sight. After several moments, he belatedly reached out for the pillows on the bed and pushed it under Draco's arse. "Just keep on holding your legs." Tentatively, he placed his hands on each of Draco's cheek and parted them. Then he brought his face forward but stopped when Draco gasped.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to prepare you," Harry said with a small smile.

"But..."

"Don't worry." Again, he smiled. He sucked on his forefinger and coated it heavily with his saliva before pressing it against the wrinkled muscle. He frowned in concentration and released the charm of cleansing.

"Ah!" Draco gasped, probably surprised by the effects of the spell. He surprised Harry by jerking his balls abruptly. "Bloody hell! You should have warned me first!" he panted. "I nearly exploded right then!"

"You don't happen to have a cock-ring, don't you?" Harry asked mildly.

"What in the hell do you think I am, Harry? Some kind of rent-boy or something?"

Harry grinned crookedly. "No, not a rent-boy. Just someone very, very seductive and I really want to fuck you. And Draco, don't come too soon." Without speaking further, he thrust his tongue into the dark hole.

"HARRY! FUCK!"

The scream was music in his ears and Harry was so excited when the tight ring clenched and unclenched at his tongue. He worked furiously and groaned when he found that he could push his tongue all the way in. He resisted the temptation to jerk his cock and so he kept his hands busy. He cast a charm to lubricate his fingers, and carefully inserted one into Draco's body.

"Harry, now. I want you now!"

"I don't want to hurt you, Draco," he said, almost sternly. "Be patient."

"I'll come," Draco whimpered.

"Not yet, Draco." Harry closed his eyes and bit his lip. Draco was drawing him in, was massaging his finger from the inside. "You're so hot ... so tight." He licked and thrust his tongue in again. He accidentally rubbed a spot inside Draco that caused the wizard to jerk and arch up.

"Stop, stop!" Draco whimpered.

Harry did not. Instead, he wriggled his finger around in search of that spot again, and watched in amazement as Draco's cock jerked on its own accord and a small amount of white come oozed out.

"Inside – I want you inside me," Draco pleaded. "I can't – Harry..."

"I haven't prepared you enough," Harry muttered. He rotated his wrist slowly. You're so tight.

"I don't care. I promise you – it wouldn't hurt."

"Have you done this before?"

"No ... but..."

"No buts. I have, and it hurt the first time." Harry brushed his cheek against Draco's inner thigh soothingly. "Just a bit more."

"Fuck me now," Draco growled. He pushed his arse forward insistently against Harry's finger and pulled back. He did it again. And again. Pants filled his ears. They did not belong to him, but the owner of the finger who he was fucking.

"Draco." It was a warning of a sort, but Draco did not heed it. He shut his eyes and threw his head back as another finger invaded him, and then a third finger joined the second without waiting for him to adjust. He did not mind the pain, because he was already feeling the pleasure.

"Harry, please. I'm ready for you ... get inside me now."

The fingers withdrew and he moaned in disappointment. He did not like the feeling of emptiness and he opened his eyes to look pleadingly at Harry.

"Suck me first," Harry whispered. "I can't con-concentrate."

Draco licked his lips lewdly, oddly happy upon seeing the wild state of Harry's eyes. Harry came up to him and presented him his cock. Draco closed his eyes in bliss as Harry filled his mouth with rigid flesh. He sucked, lapped and wetted it as best as he could before pulling away. The raven-haired wizard took up position and slowly pushed in. Draco trembled at the invasion. It was peculiarly arousing and exciting to think about a cock going into him and fucking him.

Inch by inch, Harry buried himself into Draco's body, and Draco quickly adjusted to the thickness. He clenched his muscles and let his walls envelop Harry like a glove.

"Wa-wait. D-don't do that," Harry groaned and took a deep breath.

Their balls finally touched and Harry pressed firmly into him. Loud groans emerged from their throats.

"So good. Bloody hell, Draco, you're so tight."

"Fuck. I like it. I like your cock," Draco muttered unconsciously. It was true. Harry's cock fitted in him perfectly. Quite experimentally, he pulled back and thrust forward into Harry.

"Yessss," Harry hissed.

Draco wrenched his eyes open to gaze at Harry, and he watched feverishly, as Harry started to move into him with short, shallow thrusts. He allowed Harry to hold him up by the ankles and relished in the sensation of being filled and emptied repeatedly.

"Like that?" Harry whispered. Draco could only nod in response. "You're so tight, Draco. I can't last ... if you keep doing that."

Draco chuckled and hooked his ankles behind Harry's back, and slowly pulled him forward. He parted his lips to allow entrée to Harry's tongue and raked his fingers through messy, black hair. They fenced and their hands roamed with wild abandon. Harry began to pound into him and the bed started to rock, and Draco responded by tightening his muscles around Harry.

"Stop that!" Harry gasped.

"It feels too good for me to stop," he whimpered. "I want to feel you come inside me."

Harry fucked him harder and Draco surrendered to the dark pleasures of their intimacy.

"This should have hurt, Draco."

"But I'm not h – right there!" Draco turned his face to the side and Harry's lips sucked his neck fiercely. "I'm ... fuck, Harry! I'm co – uh!"

Strange, seductive hisses reached his ear and they managed to stimulate him further. He slipped one hand between their stomachs to wrap around his arousal and pumped it fast. The whispers, Harry's cock pumping in and out of him and teasing his prostate, his own hand jerking his cock, his excitement – it became too much for him to control. He exploded and cried out Harry's name. He felt his muscles squeezing Harry hard and cried out again as hotness splashed inside him, again and again.

Harry breathed hard into Draco's damp neck and willed his heart to calm down. It was not; it was still pounding erratically, matching the heartbeat beneath him. He pushed himself up slightly and claimed Draco's lips in a hard kiss. The silver-haired wizard sighed into his mouth and purred, before curling his limbs all around Harry. That amused Harry slightly and he smiled as he brushed his lips along Draco's cheek.

"Draco?"

"Hmmmm?"

"I'm not exactly sure how this will help me keep you safe."

"I'm not sure myself. But..."

"But?"

"Can I be your lover?"

Harry's head jerked up and he stared piercingly into Draco's gray eyes. "What?"

Draco's lips curled into a slight pout. "You don't want me to be yours?"

Voices inside Harry's mind shouted ecstatically. He licked his lips and looked at Draco thoughtfully. "Are you certain?" Draco nodded in reply. "All right."

The sharp, aquiline face brightened at his answer and he smiled.

"So," Draco turned his face to look at the window, "what shall we do now? Sleep?"

Harry hid a smile. "No, that's not what I have in mind." He started to kiss Draco's neck in a way that made the wizard shiver. "You choose – fuck me, or ride me."

"That's easy," Draco answered in a breathy voice. "I'm not feeling all that domineering tonight, so I'll take the ride."

"Noisy night, wasn't it?" Hermione Granger said loudly when Draco and Harry entered the kitchen in the morning.

Draco's cheeks turned hot and when he glanced at his lover, he saw that Harry was blushing quite hard.

"What in Merlin's name did you think you were doing?" a voice asked gratingly.

"What's wrong with what we were doing?" Draco asked Severus Snape.

"I said that you have to make some sort of relation with Potter to save your soul, you brat," Severus grated. "I was talking about friendship, not..." Peculiarly, the Potions master's cheeks turned pink.

"Friendship?" Draco snorted and looked at the older wizard archly. "I woke up and found him lying naked next to me ... and you were thinking that we would settle on friendship?"

"What?" Severus looked at him shocked.

Draco gave the greasy-haired wizard a hard look.

"So, do the two of you have anything to say?" Granger asked, not him, but at two Weasleys who looked very guilty.

"I should have killed the two of you years ago," Severus exploded.

"But–"

"–you said that they had to have a relationship!"

"You idiots," Severus growled.

Beside him, Harry suddenly burst into curses and the Gryffindor suddenly stormed forward. Fred, or perhaps, George, yelped and backed up, but Harry caught hold of his collar.

"Did you put anything in my drink last night?" Harry demanded angrily.

"Hey, calm down, mate–"

"I'm not your bloody mate! Did you or did you not?"

"Harry, what's wrong?" Draco reached out and touched Harry's elbow.

"Did you?"

"No, we didn't! I swear! We just hexed you to sleep, and undressed you. Then we put him to bed after that, and that was it!"

"If I find out that something else is making me do these things, I'll have your hide," Harry hissed dangerously.

"Can you tell me what this is about?" Draco asked Harry in exasperation.

"Did you make him eat anything?"

"No!"

Harry released Weasley's collar and stood back. Draco tilted his head to one side and looked inquiringly at Harry.

"Are you sure you're attracted to me?" Harry asked solemnly.

Draco snorted derisively. "Had you expected me to fake my orgasms?" He dimly heard Granger making retching noises while his godfather swore rather creatively just beside the stove.

"Are you sure?" Harry repeated. He looked slightly dreamy.

"I do find you attractive, Harry," Draco sighed. Calmly, he stepped forward and circled his arms around Harry's waist. He also used the opportunity to press his groin against Harry's thigh. "I can't be having this if I'm not."

"Are you sure you're not just horny?" Harry whispered.

Draco sighed again. "If I'm just horny, I'd do anyone. But I won't be contented with just anyone now, you git."

His lover grinned a little sheepishly.

"Good boy." Draco kissed Harry's cheek gently. "Now, please tell them."

"I'm going to be in trouble, you know."

"So? I'll stay with you."

"All right." Harry smiled briefly at him before turning to face the crowd in the kitchen. "Draco and I are a couple now, so ... I'm his boyfriend. Okay?"

"Fools," Severus spat. "You didn't have to go that far." He glared menacingly at Draco.

"Well, unfortunately, things did get far."

"Well, what do you expect me to say, Harry? Ron isn't going to be too pleased by this, and I can't imagine how Ginny will react."

"What about you? Are you okay with it?"

Granger shrugged. "As long as you're happy, I'm okay."

"Good. Now," Draco started silkily, "Harry is mine, and I will not tolerate anyone touching him or acting around him inappropriately." He looked sardonically at the Weasley twins. "Am I clear?"

"I thought I'm supposed to be the possessive one," Harry said with green eyes that twinkled with amusement.

"You're the dominant one, which makes me the submissive, and very possessive," Draco answered calmly.

"As long as you're happy with the arrangement..."

"I am. Now, let's put together some breakfast and go back to our room."

"Mister Malfoy, do you think you're on holiday? That foul-mouthed aunt of yours will be hunting for you," Severus interjected silkily.

"I am, for the next several hours. I expect to be satiated by then." Draco sniffed haughtily. "Come, Harry. Let's get some breakfast."

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