Title: A Walk To Remember
Author: Kiara (kerrikins on Livejournal)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17. Please don't read this unless you are of age.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JK Rowling's.
Summary: Draco goes for a walk one spring night, and runs into Harry Potter standing beneath a waterfall in the Forbidden Forest.
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It was under a starlit spring night sky that Draco Malfoy rounded a bend in the trail that he had been walking along, and found Harry Potter standing ahead of him.
Draco had taken to going on long, midnight walks in his second year. Despite his popularity among the other students, and his role as a leader among the Slytherins, sometimes Draco just needed to escape. The first night, he had wandered aimlessly through the corridors and then out onto the deserted grounds. The Forbidden Forest had been a eerily silent looming hulk of a shadow across from where he stood, and despite himself Draco had been drawn to it.
Although no-one was supposed to go into the Forest, he had found what seemed to be a small path leading into it's depths. He had hesitated only a moment before stepping onto the path. The trees, twisted and gnarled, had loomed over him but as he had stepped into the shadows and the branches closed behind him, Draco has felt a sense of overwhelming relief. He felt...hidden from the world, free from all restraints.
Since then he had often found himself walking down this small, twisting path in the middle of the night. It didn't go too far into the Forest, which was perfect because Draco could wander along it completely lost in thought without any fear for his safety. He always found the Forest a strangely peaceful place, at least around the edges, and to his surprise, it was actually very beautiful.
Moonlight would filter down through the branches to cast dancing patterns of light over the ground below. Draco had come upon many strange things during his night walks - flowers that bloomed only at night, plants that shrunk back on themselves whenever he passed, others that glowed with an eerie luminescence. As well there were many strange creatures that Draco caught only glimpses of - creatures that he didn't always recognize.
Nothing he had encountered, however, could have prepared him for the sight before him on this particular night. Harry was not walking along the path, like Draco was. He was just off the path, standing in the middle of a small clearing. It wasn't even that, though, that caught Draco off guard, however. It was what Harry was doing that made Draco stop dead in his tracks and stare.
In the center of the clearing - a clearing that Draco had passed through many times before with barely a second glance - was a small outcropping of rock. It rose smoothly up out of the mossy, root twisted ground, and then dropped away to expose the rough inner workings of the stone. From a small crack in the rock a waterfall bubbled, the crystal clear water running down over the rock surface until the stone fell away, leaving the water to fall freely to the ground. There it formed a small pond.
Harry was standing directly in the middle of the pond, his face upturned towards the falling water. The night was warm enough that Draco's own shirt had started to stick slightly to his skin, and for a moment all he could think of was how nice that water would feel on his own body. Then Harry shifted slightly under the waterfall, turning to let it flow over a different part of his body, and Draco felt his mouth go dry at the sight before him. The moonlight streamed down through the trees, casting the length of Harry's body into contrasts of light pale skin and shadows. Sodden locks of jet black hair were plastered to light pale skin of his forehead, for once the famous scar was hidden.
Harry wasn't wearing a shirt, either, and Draco found his eyes trailing downwards, following the path of small rivulet of water as it trickled down the slope of Harry's neck...
- he wanted to kiss that neck, to feel the beating pulse underneath that skin -
...over the small contour that was his collarbone...
- and he wanted to trail his tongue along that bone -
...down, down, over the lightly muscled chest...
- and he wanted to leave his mark on that chest, wanted to use his lips and his teeth and his tongue -
...trailing so close to a nipple, a small pink nub of flesh that stood out against Harry's light tan....
- and he wanted to feel that nipple beneath his fingertips, stroke it and tease it and pinch it lightly to hear Harry gasp -
...and then trickling down, down, until it met the sprinkling of fine dark hairs that disappeared beneath the black trousers that Harry was still wearing, although they were rolled up...
- and he wanted to trail his fingers along the side of Harry's waist, wanted to linger so close to that one spot that Harry would want him to touch so much, and -
...and then Draco abruptly became aware that across the clearing, a pair of vivid green eyes were open, and staring at him in a look of shock.
For a moment in which Draco could not breathe, could not do anything except stand rooted to the spot, he and Harry stared at each other across the clearing. Then Harry lifted his head, flipping his head to get the hair out of his eyes, causing water droplets to fly in a smooth arc, glittering like small crystals. The tip of his tongue trailed across his lips slowly, and then he lifted his hand to beckon Draco across the clearing.
Despite the logical part of Draco's brain that was telling him that Harry was acting very oddly indeed, that he should probably turn around and leave now, he found himself moving across the clearing to stand at the edge of the pond. Harry smiled at him, a slow sensuous smile, and then glanced down at Draco's feet. Looking down, Draco caught Harry's meaning at once and kicked off his shoes and socks. Then he warily looked up at Harry again, unsure what to expect. The other boy smiled again, and held out his hand.
Draco hesitated, and then stepped forward. He had expected the water to be icy cold but found that it was just pleasantly cool, lapping around his ankles gently. He felt the hems of his pants getting damp and realized that he should have rolled them up before he stepped in, and he probably should do that now, but Harry was looking at him and Draco knew that he had never before seen that look in Harry's eyes. He took another step, then another, and then he was standing close enough to Harry to feel small droplets of water misting over him from the waterfall.
Harry reached out again, this time to trail the tip of his finger down the side of Draco's face, and Draco had to close his eyes, struggling to catch his breath as he felt that surely his heart was about to jump out of his chest. When he opened them again he found himself watching as the tip of Harry's tongue came out to trail along his lips again. A small sigh drifted across Draco's lips, and then he was leaning over and capturing Harry's mouth beneath his own.
In some small corner of his mind Draco was aware that there was now cool water falling onto his head, running down over his hair and the side of his face, he was steadily getting soaked all over, but none of that mattered. All that he could focus on was the warm softness of Harry's lips beneath his own, the slick slide of Harry's hands as they rested on his waist and then moved around to rest on his back, the way he could feel Harry's chest rising and falling against his own, and just the fact that it really was Harry that he was touching.
He cupped Harry's face in his hands as he deepened the kiss, touching his tongue to Harry's lips and then slipping it in to brush along Harry's when his lips parted. He heard the slight intake of breath as Harry gasped and delighted in it, moving his hands down to pull Harry up against him. Harry's skin was cool from the water but warmed underneath his fingertips, and Draco pulled away to trail a line of kisses down the slope of Harry's neck, following a small rivulet of water with his tongue. A soft sound escaped Harry's lips, and then he was pulling away slightly.
Draco felt bereft for a moment at the loss of contact with Harry's body, but then Harry's hands were running down his front, fingertips slipping into the gaps between the buttons on his shirt before pulling it open abruptly. A couple of the buttons flew off to land with small splashes in the pond but Draco didn't give them a second thought because Harry was leaning forward so close, and his tongue was running down over his chest, and then flicking over Draco's nipple. Draco's breath caught in his throat and he wondered if he would ever manage to breathe properly again, but something was niggling at the back of his mind and despite the yearning in his body, he pulled back.
Harry looked up from what he was doing, and for a minute Draco stared at him helplessly, unsure of what to say.
Then, "Harry," he began awkwardly. "This - " he gestured, "I mean - are you sure?"
It was a fumbling, awkward question and Draco cringed inside because he felt as though he had totally broken the mood. Harry would leave now, he would go back to the castle and have a jolly good laugh with all the other Gryffindors about how Draco Malfoy had wanted him, and this would just be another one of those times when Harry had managed to humiliate Draco.
Then Harry smiled, and Draco realized that the other boy hadn't moved.
"This doesn't make sense," Harry said, and Draco became aware of the situation once again, of the fact that they were both standing in the middle of a pond in the Forbidden Forest, and that Harry was half naked and Draco's own shirt was hanging open.
"That's why I asked - " he started, but Harry cut him off.
"It doesn't make sense," he continued. "But my life has never made sense. All I know is that I want you, and you're here, and you seem to want me too, and that's all that really matters right now."
And Draco couldn't think of a single objection to that, so when Harry started kissing him again he let go of all logical thought and gave in to the moment.
They were both soaking wet now, and when Harry pulled Draco out of the waterfall and over towards the grassy, mossy banks, he did not resist. They stretched out, Draco finding that it was surprisingly soft there, and then he turned his attention back to Harry, who was sliding Draco's shirt off of his shoulders. Draco shrugged out of it and then, deciding that Harry had been in control for far too long, he pressed up against the other boy, pressing him down onto the soft moss. He trailed a line of kisses down Harry's neck and then worked his way down his chest. feeling the muscles quiver slightly underneath his lips and fingertips and teeth as he licked, nibbled and tasted.
Harry's skin was warm underneath the scattering of water droplets, but as Draco moved down the length of his body and found cold wet material pressing against his skin, he decided that Harry was wearing far too many clothes. Harry gasped when Draco tugged at the buttons on his trousers but lifted his hips willingly as Draco slid them down and off. Draco could see the firm line of Harry's cock beneath the silky fabric of his boxers, and reaching out, he ran a fingertip along its length. He heard a ragged inhalation of breath and smiled, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of the boxers, pulling them down as well.
For a moment he enjoyed the sight before him - Harry Potter, stretched out naked, all black tussled hair and vivid green eyes, his cock firm and hard against his stomach with the tip leaking just a bit of pre-come. He ran his thumb over the tip, spreading the fluid around. He smirked when it jerked in his hand and then took it in his mouth. Harry's musky taste spread across his tongue and Draco glanced up at him as he took as much of Harry's cock into his mouth as possible, sucking for all he was worth. Harry was panting now, his hands creeping down to curl convulsively into Draco's hair as the Slatherin boy ran his tongue along the underside of his erection. Draco felt Harry's hands press down and began bobbing his head, Harry's cock sliding slickly in and out of his mouth as he reached down to cup and run his fingers over Harry's balls.
Draco could feel the tension building in Harry's body - muscles cording in the slender thighs near his head, fingers spasmodically clenching in his hair, and sped up his rhythm, pausing for a moment to suck on and swirl his tongue over the tip of Harry's cock before taking it deep into his mouth again. Harry was moaning now, thrusting deeply into the back of Draco's throat, and in any other situation Draco might have choked but he was too wrapped up in the way he was making Harry respond. All he was aware of was the taste of Harry on his tongue, the hot hard length filling his mouth, and when Harry's cock spasmed in his mouth, spilling warm salty fluid on his tongue, Draco was actually caught off guard.
He swallowed it down and then ran his tongue gently along the sensitive underside of the shaft before sliding up to rest beside Harry, who was laying back with his eyes closed. As Draco settled beside him, however, his eyes opened and he leaned over, catching Draco's lips in a searing kiss. Draco, who had been caught up in the exhilaration of having made Harry Potter come, was abruptly swept away in a new bombardment of sensations as warm lips moved against his own, teeth nipping his bottom lip as Harry's tongue slid through to duel with his own. It was a fierce, no holds barred kiss that took Draco's breath away.
Harry's hands slid over Draco's chest, tweaking a nipple before continuing down. By now the warm air and their exertions had dried their skin off, but Draco's trousers were still damp and Harry wasted no time tugging them off, quickly removing Draco's boxers as well. Then he settled down on the moss and pressed against Draco, who gasped as the length of his cock rubbed against Harry's, who was now half hard again. Harry ran his tongue along Draco's collarbone as he rocked his hips against Draco's own, setting up a delicious friction that had Draco gasping in the back of his throat and then digging his fingernails into Harry's back when the other boy wrapped his hand around Draco's cock.
The thought that Harry surely must have experience doing this drifted hazily across his mind as Harry's hand began to pump his cock, but then Harry's other hand was between his legs, fingertips grazing over his balls in an echo of what Draco had done to Harry earlier, and all thought was driven out of his mind. Harry's hand continued with a slow steady pumping as he moved down, teeth grazing Draco's nipple and his tongue darting in and out of his navel before his mouth closed around the tip of Draco's cock.
Draco's hips bucked and his hands slid down, fingers curling in Harry's jet black hair as he felt his cock being smoothly deep throated by a mouth that he was now sure had prior experience in this kind of thing. Harry's tongue was swirling around his cock, grazing the underside, and his mouth was hot and moist as he sucked firmly, now bobbing his head up and down in a smooth motion. Draco was vaguely aware that his eyes were open, there were bright stars in the sky above him and Harry's hair was crispy beneath his fingers, and all the muscles in his body were tensing, tightening, and then everything released as a long moan escaped his lips.
The next thing he was aware of was the feeling of Harry's tongue glancing over the tip of his cock before the Gryffindor boy moved up. He lowered his head and kissed Draco who could taste himself on Harry's lips and tongue. Then Harry was pulling away, pulling his clothes on in smooth, easy movements.
Draco watched Harry blankly, part of his mind despairing that all that lovely smooth tan skin was being covered up, the other part scrambling to understand what was going on. Harry came over to stand beside him, and Draco sat up, staring at the other boy.
"You taste good, Malfoy," Harry said, his voice smooth and relaxed as he bent over and kissed Draco again, running his tongue lingeringly over Draco's lips and nipping him slightly.
"Next night then," Harry continued, in a tone that wasn't really a question, moving away towards the edge of the clearing and the path, his shirt dangling loosely from his hand. "If you don't mind me becoming a part of your nightly walks?"
He smiled at Draco and tossed his hair out of his eyes, green eyes reflecting the starry night sky. Then he turned and vanished down the path towards Hogwarts, leaving behind a dazed but satiated Draco Malfoy who was now wondering if he should start taking afternoon walks as well.