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      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
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  Relationship:
      George_Weasley/Harry_Potter, Fred_Weasley/Draco_Malfoy, George_Weasley/
      Fred_Weasley, Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
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      Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy, Fred_Weasley, George_Weasley, Remus_Lupin,
      Lily_Evans, Lucius_Malfoy, Severus_Snape, Barty_Crouch, Various_Harry
      Potter_Characters
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  Series:
      Part 5 of Resist_'Verse
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      Published: 2009-02-16 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 39066
****** Double Trouble 4 : Twice The Fun ******
by iamgizy_(saddle_tramp)
Summary
     Double Trouble is a series of stories Jenn (Gwionfawyr) and I wrote
     together after I finished Resist. We had a lot more that will never
     see the light of day with anyone but us, but some of them we posted
     and shared.
     Rating: NC-17 for language and graphic sexual content.
     Warnings: Underage sex and twincest. Please note that in this
     universe, Harry and Draco have been raised as brothers, though they
     do know they are not actually related in any way.
     Pairings, in order of mention: George/Harry, Fred/Draco, George/Fred,
     Harry/Draco
     Summary:
     Wherein Draco obsesses over Fred while Harry wonders if his
     relationship with George is what he really wants it to be, George
     wanks because he can, Freddie adores Draco from afar, and Harry
     teaches his brother something.
     Note:
     This is a total AU in most respects, just like the rest of the
     storyline!
***** Chapter 1 *****
 
Draco had never noticed how many different types of fungus grew on a dungeon's
ceiling before, even in the Slytherin Prefects' small common area. He had
counted at least six variations of mold spore and it was in the minority among
the different kinds of odd algae-looking green fuzz covering most of the
ceiling. He had been staring at the ceiling so long the clumps of mold seemed
to be moving by the time he finally sighed and turned over to lay on his
stomach. He crossed his arms to rest his chin on them as he continued to
fantasize about the cute Weasley twin, Frederick.
"I'm such a girl ," Draco chided himself suddenly, staring at the far wall.
"It's not like Freddie would ever be interested in me. I mean, I'm just a
skinny fifteen-year-old and he's seventeen."
Harry stopped revising his Transfiguration notes and turned the swivel chair he
was sitting in, folding his arms across his chest as he looked at Draco. He
spent a few moments watching him, wondering if Draco even remembered he was
there, but eventually decided it was likely he didn't. Draco had been zoning
out at the oddest times recently, and Harry had gotten used to glancing up and
finding Draco staring off into space. He was becoming adept at making up
excuses for the behavior when they were in class, much to the amusement of most
of their professors.
"What does how old you are have to do with it?" Harry asked finally, bemused.
"I'm the same age as you, and George likes me well enough."
Draco turned to stare at his brother, looking rather like a sad taffy spaniel
puppy with big silver-blue eyes. "Yeah but you're not dating George, you're
just friends with benefits. I want to actually date Freddie, maybe even get
married to him. Have his babies and name them Fred, Fredina, and Efredia."
Harry smirked suddenly and let the 'friends with benefits' comment pass, his
green eyes dancing with amusement. "You're so gone on him that you want to
curse a baby with the name Efredia?"
"Efredia is a perfectly acceptable name!" Draco replied haughtily, looking
quite indignant. "And I'm not gone on him, I just I think he's really cute and
has nice hands and lips."
Harry grinned, his green eyes still sparkling with barely-restrained mirth.
"He's got nice everything Dray, I promise. George says they're very nearly
identical, and his hands and lips are the least of his charms." Harry paused a
beat, smirking as he added, "And Efredia is a terrible name. What would you
call her for short, Effie?"
"No, Fredie of course. Duh, Harry, and you're supposed to be the smart one."
Shaking his head, Draco stopped for a moment and then the rest of what Harry
had said finally sank in and he whipped around to look at his brother. "And
when you said identical, do you mean...?" Draco trailed off as he turned beet
red and pointed helplessly toward his crotch.
Harry smirked, shifting to fold his hands behind his head and lean back in the
chair. "Georgie's hinted as much, but I've not seen for myself." Harry paused a
second, his expression growing even more wicked, and then added, "Yet."
"Yet? You mean you haven't seen George naked yet? How is that possible?"
Tilting his head to the side, Draco looked at Harry bewildered.
Harry laughed, shaking his head. "No Dray, I haven't seen Freddie naked yet. If
I had, I'd know if they were identical or not, since I'm rather familiar with
George's body." Harry smirked again, adding, "I do know they've both got the
same birthmark on their left shoulder blade though."
"You mean the little snitch?" Smiling fondly, Draco traced the pattern into the
dusty dungeon floor. "It's kind of cute."
Harry stood up abruptly, grinning as he walked over to sit down in the floor
next to Draco and then pulled one knee up to his chest. "It's quite a bit more
fun to play with than a real snitch, though. George is ticklish around his. If
you nibble on it, the way he wriggles around is quite ... nice."
Draco looked down, blushing crimson. "You're talking about sex, right? You've
had real sex with George."
Harry shook his head, resisting the urge to tease Draco about being a prude.
"No, but we've done just about everything else." He looked down at his knee as
his grin faded away, getting a wistful look on his face. "I told George I
wanted my first time to be with someone who was in love with me, but he hasn't
made any move to try it."
Draco reached out and wrapped his arms around Harry's ankles, kissing his knee
affectionately before he whispered, "He'd be a fool not to love you. You're
just too loveable for words, Harry."
Harry smiled at Draco, reaching out to brush a bit of dust out of his pale
hair. "Thanks, Dray. I hope you're right." He grabbed some of Draco's hair and
gave it a little tug, adding, "Freddie'd have to be crazy not to want you,
y'know." He grinned suddenly. "You looked positively edible last weekend in
your black jeans and that dark blue silk shirt you pinched from Dad. I caught
Freddie with his eye on you quite a few times."
Blushing bright red from the tips of his ears to the collar of his shirt, Draco
buried his face against Harry's legs. "I may have looked good, but Dad was so
not pleased that I borrowed that shirt. Did you know Mom gave it to him for his
birthday? I swear I got my arse reamed out without any of the benefits."
Draco continued blushing at the thought of Fred checking him out and Harry
tried not to laugh, ruffling Draco's hair. "It's not like you ruined it or
anything, you just wore it. Dad's probably forgotten all about it already, you
know he'll forgive you anything." Harry smirked suddenly, leaning down a bit
closer to Draco as he added, "And I know where to find the little Muggle shop
Mom got it from, so we can get one for you as soon as term's over and we're
allowed to go to London."
Looking up at Harry with his silver-bright eyes blazing with adoration, Draco
squealed like a little girl and launched himself at his brother. He knocked
Harry backwards to sprawl on the floor as his arms wrapped tightly around
Harry's lithe body, which was very similar to his own other than the fact Harry
was a bit shorter and an inch or two wider across the shoulders. Draco pressed
kisses to Harry's cheeks repeatedly, and Harry just laughed and let him until
Draco exhausted himself and settled down to lay across Harry's body, his head
tucked under Harry's chin.
Harry held Draco loosely, still chuckling a bit as he murmured, "I'll take that
to mean you'd like one or two." He hid a grin against Draco's hair, rubbing
Draco's back. "Dad might even let us take the Mustang. Papa hinted that we'll
get driving privileges if we do well on our O.W.L.s."
"That would be bloody brilliant, being able to drive the Mustang over the
summer hols. Varoom varoom!" Draco made soft car noises into Harry's chest.
Harry laughed softly against Draco's hair. "You sound like Ron, he's obsessed
with cars. Fred and George are trying to get their father to let them rebuild
that old heap Ron and Ginny lost in the woods, and Ronnie's determined to make
sure they get it so he can get driving privileges, too."
Smiling slightly into Harry's chest, Draco squeezed him tightly in affection.
"Cars are wicked."
Harry squeezed back, grinning. "Yeah, they are..." He trailed off and was
silent a moment, looking up at the ceiling then added suddenly, "You've got to
stop being bashful and make a move on Freddie so we can double date this
summer. Mum'll never let either of us take the car on a date alone, but if we
went together she might go for it, especially with the twins. She really likes
Mrs. Weasley."
"But Harry, what would we talk about? I mean, he already knows all about us and
our family and we pretty much know the same about the Weasleys..." Draco rubbed
his cheek against Harry's chest and then finished quietly, "And I'm not
experienced Harry, not like you. What would we do while you and George are
snogging? Talk about the Chudley Cannons? I'd feel like a complete tool."
Harry rubbed Draco's back, trying to reassure him. "George and I wouldn't put
you on the spot like that Dray, I promise." He paused a moment, thinking, and
then added, "Surely you can think of something you'd like to talk to Fred
about. Well, unless you just want to let Freddie snog you silly, which I have
no doubt he'd enjoy as much as you would." He grinned suddenly. "As I said,
you've been known to look quite edible."
"What if I freeze, Harry? I really like Freddie, he's just so wonderful. I
don't want to mess up and lose him because I don't know anything."
Harry kept stroking Draco's back as he said soothingly, "Dray, he's still the
same Freddie we've known since we were nine, he hasn't changed just because you
realized how hot his arse looks in tight jeans." He smiled and rested his nose
against the top of Draco's head as he murmured into his hair, "And if you tell
him how you feel, you might find that he feels the same way, and then you'd
have no reason left to worry."
Sighing softly and pressing his mouth against Harry's breastbone, Draco sank
into silence instead of replying, letting himself be wrapped up in Harry's
affection. He was still more than a little leery of letting Fred know about his
feelings, but Harry didn't seem to give much credence to his fears. He decided
not to bother his brother about it any more and worried in silence.
 
                                   ~*~*~*~*~
 
A freckled fist moved methodically over a nicely thick cock, palms roughened
with Quidditch calluses scraping lightly up and down the velvety length and
adding just enough friction. Long muscular legs stretched over the bed, one
crooked at the knee, the other splayed to the side as thick fingers scratched
through deep red pubic hair that curled in little ringlets over the tips. After
a few moments of deep breathing and slight rustling noises, cupid bow lips
parted and a sex-deepened groan issued forward, making the boy across the room
roll his eyes.
"George, you know I love you, but do you have to wank right at this moment?"
"My cock is hard, therefore I am."
Fred snickered at that despite his best intentions, turning around in his chair
to look towards the bed. "You should have gone looking for Harry, he'd be glad
to help you with that."
George turned his head and smirked wickedly at his twin. "I'm sure he would've,
but today I'm spending quality time with you, Freddie."
Fred smirked, propping his elbow on the back of his chair and resting his chin
in his hand as he let his gaze roam over his twin's naked body. "What makes you
so sure I'll just drop everything and participate?"
"Because you're horny, you haven't even been able to get close to Draco yet,
and oh, did I mention that you're horny?" George beamed at his brother
innocently despite the fact he was still lazily stroking his cock.
Fred groaned, standing up and then sitting down again astride his chair, facing
the bed as he folded his arms over the back. "You just had to bring up his
loveliness, didn't you?" Fred put his chin on his folded arms as he watched his
twin, his gaze lingering on George's cock as he added, "You do look delicious,
though..."
Smirking slightly and wiggling his hips, George lifted his free hand and
crooked a finger at Fred, beckoning him over. "Come on, Freddie, come tell your
favorite brother Georgie all about it. And while you're at it, get naked so I
don't feel so freakish."
Fred snorted, smiling. "If I come over there and get naked, neither one of us
will want to talk for long and you know it as well as I do."
George pouted at that, sticking his lower lip out at Fred for a moment before
he said, "I solemnly swear that we'll talk about Draco and how you can get him,
then we'll do a little lick and nip."
"Thanks, Georgie." Fred stood up and reached for the collar of his uniform
shirt to begin unbuttoning it as he walked towards the bed. "I've been
considering cornering Harry to ask him, but I haven't had the guts to do it
yet." Fred's expression grew a bit wistful as he finished unbuttoning his shirt
and shrugged out of it. "I realized I didn't want to know if Dray's really not
interested."
George gazed up into his brother's eyes and looked contemplative as he shifted
over on the bed and then got comfortable again, tucking one hand behind his
head while the other drifted idly over his belly and up towards his chest.
"He'd be a fool not to want you, Freddie, I mean look at you. You're absolutely
gorgeous, and hung like a centaur to boot."
Fred snorted and reached for the button of his trousers to start taking them
off. "You can stop praising yourself any time you like, Georgie."
"Hey!" George exclaimed, half sitting up. "I'm not! I just know that my brother
is extremely handsome and hell, I'd shag him, so why wouldn't Dray?"
Fred shoved his trousers and briefs down, shrugging unobtrusively as he did so.
"Why don't you ask him that? I'd really like to know one way or the other
instead of just watching him and hoping." He kicked the clothes aside and
climbed onto the bed, sitting cross-legged next to George as he added, "I don't
have the patience for the whole hope and pray thing, especially when we'll be
graduating soon and then we'll hardly ever see them."
Poking Fred in the ribs, George gave his twin an annoyed look. "You're too shy,
but if you're a wanker and don't mind me getting both of the Malfoy-Snape boys
to myself, I'll ask him for you. But, I seriously suggest you get off your arse
and use your bollocks and your brains to take what you want, and you want
Draco."
Fred made a face at George. "It's not that I'm shy, dimwit, it's that I don't
want to scare him. You remember how that bastard Blaise chased him about don't
you, treating Dray like a piece of meat and then breaking Dray's heart? He's
been different since then. He acts like he just wants to get away when someone
flirts with him. I don't want to make him run from me, too. At least we're good
friends now, and that's more than I'll have if I put the moves on him and scare
him."
"Blaise is an idiot, he let go of a choice piece of arse. And for what? Pansy
Parkinson. Fucking idiot." George huffed and laid back against the bed again,
beginning to think of ways to torture Blaise without getting caught.
Fred swatted George's thigh hard enough to leave a faint hand print, making
George give him an indignant look again. "Draco is not a piece of tail and I'll
thank you to remember that." Fred gave George a pointedly annoyed look and then
added, "And Iknow Blaise is an idiot, and you know he's an idiot, but he still
put a bluff in on Dray. I've been scared to do more than look at Draco ever
since he practically fell all over himself getting away from Neville. Everyone
knows Nevy wouldn't hurt a fly, but Dray still acted like he was afraid to even
talk to him."
"Freddie, Neville may be a softy but he was also stuttering so badly that Dray
probably thought that he was having a conniption fit when he tried to ask Draco
to go out with him. It's different with you and him though, you two are close."
Fred sighed, looking down as he shifted to lay sprawled on his side next to
George with one thigh draped casually across George's knee. "I know..." Fred
trailed off and then began playing with the hair on George's thigh. "We're
friends, good friends, and I don't want to scare him and lose that. I don't
think I could stand it, he means a lot to me."
Running his fingers through Fred's hair, George sighed softly. "But Freddie,
you'll never know if you could be more if you don't ask him. You know if Iask
Dray he'll think I'm joking, or maybe even angling for a threesome."
Fred looked up at his twin. "Maybe, yeah, but you could ask Harry. He's got to
know, and you know he wouldn't tell you to encourage me if Dray's not
interested." Fred swallowed hard and then added more quietly, "And then if
Dray's not interested I won't have to mess up our friendship to find out, and
Dray'll never have to find out I want to kiss him until we both forget our
names."
"Oi Freddie, do you really want me to do this? Come on bro, seriously?"
Fred bit his lip, looking at George a moment before he asked, "What would you
do? If it was Harry who was so gunshy I mean?"
"I'd go to him as a friend and ask him to take a walk with me around the lake."
George carded his fingers through Fred's hair as he continued slowly, "Then I'd
take his hand, and if he didn't pull away then it's a good chance he'd be
mine."
Fred's expression turned wistful as he smiled just a bit and looked down at
George's leg again, running his fingers through the soft ginger hair there.
"That'd be nice, a long walk with just the two of us..." He trailed off and
then his smile faded away again as he looked up and asked, "What if he doesn't
want to go?"
George chuckled softly and tugged gently on Fred's hair. "Then you see if he's
hungry and ask him to go to the kitchens with you. You know Dobby would feed
you two up, and it would relax Draco."
"True," Fred agreed, smiling again. "And we've gone on snack runs often enough
that it wouldn't scare him off if I suggested it. Maybe I should try that, then
if it goes well, I could suggest the walk around the lake afterwards."
Nodding his head, George started massaging Fred's scalp with the tips of his
fingers. "It would seem natural to walk off all the food that Dobby'd stuff you
with."
Fred leaned into George's touch, his eyes closing halfway because of how good
the scalp massage felt. "And taking time for the snack first would give him
plenty of time to relax with me before I try anything stupid."
"You won't do anything stupid, Freddie, you care about him too much."
Freddie wasn't very convinced but was enjoying the massage too much to argue.
He made a noncommittal noise and then was quiet a few moments before he
suddenly changed the subject. "Have you and Harry admitted that you're really
in love yet, or are you two still lying to yourselves?"
George chuckled as he deepened the scalp massage. "Well, Harry told me a few
days ago that he wants his first time to be with someone who's in love with
him. Does that count?"
Fred made a noise that greatly resembled a purr, leaning into George's hypnotic
fingers for a few moments before he remembered the question. "Only if you
two've gone all the way since then."
"Not yet, but Harry hinted that he wants it to be me."
"Do you still tell people you're just friends with benefits?" Fred asked as he
stroked George's thigh, his slightly slurred voice making it obvious just how
much he enjoyed the scalp massage.
With a shake of his head, George trailed his fingers down the back of Fred's
neck. "We stopped saying that a month ago. I haven't heard Harry call me
anything else though, or correct anyone. I get the feeling he's waiting for me
to make the next move there."
Fred slid his hand up George's leg, running his fingers along the line of
muscle where his thigh and belly met. "And does he know about this?"
"About you and me?" George asked, waiting for Fred's nod to be sure what he
meant before he went on. "Pretty much. He didn't buy my 'learnt on popsicles'
story for much more than a minute. He's adorably gullible, but not stupid."
Fred snickered. "You didn't."
George smiled crookedly at his twin. "It was worth a try, y'know? I wasn't sure
how he'd deal, but Harry took it pretty well, even told me, 'We both know
you've been practicing on Freddie, so don't bother making up any more
stories'."
Fred chuckled, running the palm of his hand up George's belly. "Harry's always
been a step ahead of you, Georgie. You should have known better than to try to
lie to him." His expression suddenly turned curious. "Do you think Harry has
practiced with Dray?"
"I don't know, but they're as close as us. When Harry and I were talking about
it he even said that he thought it would be like wanking, only with extra
hands."
Fred smirked. "I like how he thinks."
George grinned at the expression on Fred's face. "Well that's how he described
it. To him, we're parts of a whole, so it's only showing love and affection."
Fred moved his hand back down George's belly, running his fingers through the
hair below George's navel with a wicked little grin. "Love and affection, eh?
Not horniness and a complete lack of self control on the part of the one who
started this, who shall remain nameless?"
Laughing softly, George shook his head. "I'm sure he knows about that part too,
but he knows that I'd only ever touch you like this..." George trailed off,
sliding his leg up the length of his brother's inner thigh to settle it against
his crotch. "...because I love you."
Fred let out a little pleased noise and shifted to press his erection a bit
more firmly against George's leg, smiling as he dragged one fingertip slowly
along the top of George's cock. "It has always been more than just getting
off."
"Always." George shifted and slid his hands under Fred's arms to urge him to
move up along his body. "I don't know what I would've done without you."
Fred rolled to his hands and knees and let George guide him upwards until they
were face to face, sliding one hand under George's shoulder as the other hand
moved to rest on George's chest and he smirked down at him. "You would probably
be blind by now, and with hairy palms too, if those tales about wanking are
true."
George snickered "How do you explain Ronnie, then?"
Fred snorted, his hazel eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ronnie's too much of a
prude to wank that often."
George grinned, nuzzling Fred's jaw. "Wanna bet? He wanks about four times a
day to hear Dean tell it. Gets to swearing up a bit too."
Fred snickered, sliding his hand across George's chest to lightly tease his
nipple as he murmured, "Ronnie? Our little Ronniekins, wanking and swearing
with Dean as an audience? You've got to be kidding."
George smirked up at Fred and rolled his hips, crushing their groins together.
"Oh no, my dear Frederick, it seems that Ronald is quite the exhibitionist.
He'll wank for anyone in his dorm, seems he even got Neville to join him one
night."
Fred's eyes widened at that mental image, then he started snickering, rocking
his hips slightly to rub against George. "I'd bet anything that Dean gave them
the idea."
"Possibly," George murmured as he lifted his head to lick at Fred's bottom lip,
his hands sliding down Fred's back to cup his arse.
Fred nibbled delicately at George's lips, then murmured against them, "Dean's
got a thing for Ronnie." He smirked against George's lips, gently pinching his
nipple as he added, "About seven inches, according to Kevin."
Snorting through his nose, George nipped at Fred's lips and then whispered,
"I'm sure Ronnie's going to be able to accommodate Dean quite easily, if what I
heard about he and Oliver in the locker room bears any truth."
Fred snickered a bit as he rocked his hips again, licking at George's lips and
then murmuring, "Ronnie always has had a thing for Quidditch."
"More like a thing for Quidditch players," George replied with a low groan as
he spread his legs, looping one around Fred's hips while the other rubbed up
between Fred's thighs.
Fred chuckled slightly and rocked against George again, moving to lick and
nibble at George's throat just below the corner of his jaw before he murmured
against his skin, "Dean had better hurry up and learn how to play, then."
 
                                   ~*~*~*~*~
 
Harry let the silence drag on between them for a long while, just holding Draco
and trying to think of a way to convince him to talk to Fred about how he felt.
He finally decided to drag out an old idea and said softly, "Why don't you let
me talk to George about it? He'll know, and then you'll not have to worry
anymore."
"George'll think I'm a baby for hiding behind you, Harry," Draco responded
plaintively as he pressed his face into Harry's chest, trying hard not to
whine.
Harry chuckled softly, rubbing Draco's back. "No, he'll think I'm trying to
keep you from getting hurt again, which is the truth."
Looking up at Harry, Draco pressed his chin against Harry's breastbone and
stared into Harry's eyes. "You'd really ask George, for me?" as he asked
tentatively.
"Of course." Harry impulsively stretched to kiss the tip of Draco's nose before
smiling at him. "I'd do anything for you, Dray, you know that."
Draco blushed a fine line of crimson across the bridge of his nose and then
just chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, contemplating asking Harry
something.
Harry watched him with a little smile, waiting patiently, but when Draco still
hadn't spoken after a few minutes he lifted one hand to run his fingers through
Draco's silky blond hair. "What are you thinking so hard about?"
Closing his eyes at the feel of his brother's hand toying with his hair, Draco
spoke without really thinking about it as he admitted, "I was wondering if I
could get you to show me how to please Freddie." His eyes snapped open as he
realized what he'd said and he started blushing even redder, hiding his face
against Harry's chest as he groaned and then mumbled, "I did not just say that
out loud."
Harry snickered softly, ruffling Draco's hair a bit. "Yes Dray, you did." He
paused, thinking for a second, and then decided that Draco might not be asking
what he thought he was. "Exactly what would you like to know?"
With his face still pressed against Harry's chest, Draco mumbled something
completely unintelligible.
Harry watched the tip of Draco's ear get even redder and tried not to laugh
again, running his fingers slowly through Draco's hair. "Try again, Dray, and
this time look at me so I'll have a prayer of making sense of it."
Still blushing a fiery crimson that was completely at odds with his pale skin
and hair, Draco lifted his face and whispered, "Can you show me how to make him
love me?"
"Oh, Dray..." Harry began, trailing off as he wondered what to say. He finally
leaned closer to kiss Draco softly, just barely brushing their lips together
before he rested his forehead against Draco's and whispered, "Just be you.
Freddie's nobody's fool, and he'd have to be an idiot not to fall head over
heels for you."
Draco blinked slowly as he looked into Harry's eyes, completely shocked. "You-
- You kissed me. On the lips." His tongue snaked out and licked his lips,
tasting, then he whispered, "Wow."
Harry's eyes widened a little bit as it dawned on him that he actually had
kissed Draco. "Well, yes. I suppose I did." He pulled back a bit, wanting to be
able to see Draco's expression better and looking a little hesitant as he asked
softly, "Would you rather I hadn't?"
"Huh? I mean-- Wow.Harry, that was-- And-- Wow!" Draco mumbled inarticulately,
his wide silver eyes still a little dazed as he kept licking at his lips.
Harry's expression changed to a bemused look that wasn't quite a smile, not
sure whether he should be flattered or worried. "Dray, that was barely even a
kiss, really. Didn't Blaise ever snog you properly?"
Draco blinked again at hearing Blaise's name and then took in Harry's
expression for a moment before he snorted. "Blaise kept trying to touch me, and
he slobbered. It was disgusting." He shuddered just thinking about it. "When I
wouldn't let him grab my-- me he left and went sniffing after Parkinson. She
puts out."
Harry's green eyes narrowed, getting a glint of sudden anger in them. "Huh.
Well, I'll just have to have another littletalk with him." He paused a moment
and then blinked, consciously getting control of himself again before he went
back to the previous subject. "So you've never been properly kissed?"
A slight shake of his head had Draco blushing again. "No one's ever kissed me
like that. Like I mattered. It was nice. Really nice."
"Blaise Zabini is an idiot! " Harry exclaimed, surprised. "You're positively
edible, how could he not have wanted to kiss you?"
"He was really nice at first, but now I think he just wanted to shag me and
maybe see if I could get him into dad's good graces," Draco said with a slight
shrug, trying not to let show how much it had hurt him to realize that. "He
didn't act as though he really cared for me when I kept telling him no."
Harry growled softly, his eyes narrowing with anger again. "Oh, yes, I really
must have a talk with that slimy git."
Running a long fingered hand over Harry's chest in circles, Draco whispered
calmingly, "It's alright, Harry. He doesn't matter to me anymore." He looked
worriedly into Harry's eyes, still rubbing Harry's chest. He didn't like it
when Harry got truly angry; he acted almost like a different person.
Harry realized he was upsetting Draco and forced a smile, stroking Draco's hair
and making a mental note to corner Zabini the next time he had a chance. "It's
okay, Dray," Harry said as his expression softened, his eyes gentling with love
as he added, "I guess I'm just a bit overprotective. I don't like the thought
of anyone treating you badly."
"You've always looked out for me, even when we were babies. I just hate it when
you get mad. You lose yourself," Draco whispered softly, still a bit worried.
Harry stroked Draco's hair, thinking about what he said for a moment before he
finally replied, "I don't lose myself, really, I just let loose a part of me
that you're not used to seeing." He paused, sighing softly before he added,
"That you shouldn't have to see. I'm sorry."
Draco pressed a soft affectionate kiss to Harry's chin, his sudden smile
wordlessly telling Harry that he forgave him.
Harry's arm tightened around Draco's back and the fingers of his other hand
tightened slightly in Draco's hair as he tried to change the subject. "You
never did tell me what you'd like to know."
Draco had groaned softly when Harry tightened his hand in his hair, but the
sound was almost sensual, obviously not a reaction to pain. Draco's eyes
darkened into a slightly deeper silver than they normally were, sliding halfway
closed as he moved into Harry's hand and whispered, "Teach me how to make him
happy, Harry. How to make him want me, and how to keep him once he does."
Harry slid his fingers slowly through Draco's hair, enjoying the feel of the
cool silken strands against his skin and wondering if he was dreaming. He
looked into Draco's eyes for several minutes before he finally managed to speak
and murmured huskily, "Just breathe, Dray. He'll want you, I promise."
Closing his eyes the rest of the way, Draco leaned into Harry's gentle touch,
his entire body relaxed as he murmured in voice so low it was more of a soft
purr, "That feels so nice. Do it again, Harry, please."
Harry licked his lips and moved his hand again, carding his fingers slowly
through Draco's hair as he watched Draco's expression and fought a losing
battle with himself. He stroked Draco's hair several times before he finally
whispered softly, "I could show you things that would feel so much better,
Dray, if you want me to."
Draco pressed his body against Harry's as he opened his eyes. "Would you? I'll
do anything you want. I trust you."
Draco's expression was earnest and open, and the desire and complete trust
shining in his eyes made Harry groan softly. He shifted a bit, hoping Draco
wouldn't notice why he was uncomfortable as he gave Draco's hair a gentle
little tug to distract him. "You're so bloody tempting, and you don't even know
it. Are you sure about this, Dray?" He was going to end there but he spoke
again almost against his will as he added, "Really and truly certain this is
what you want? If anyone found out I touched you, there would be hell to pay."
"Who'd find out? And it's not like you don't touch me anyway. You're Harry and
I'm Draco, we're the queer Malfoy-Snape boys who mince around like nancies and
get away with murder because all of the professors adore us," Draco joked
lightly as he shifted on top of Harry, trying to find a more comfortable
position.
Harry smiled and then made a soft little noise and bit his lip to keep back the
words that wanted to come tumbling out as Draco's shifting around put more
pressure on his crotch. He waited until Draco was still again before he
swallowed hard and then said quietly, "Yes, but we'd not have to tell, really.
I think anyone who really knows us would know something had changed. I could
tell something was different with Fred and George when they-- Well, got
closer."
"Harry...?" Draco half-asked, looking uncertain for a moment as he thought
about what his brother just said and tried to think of when he might have
noticed a change in Fred and George.
"Yes?" Harry looked quietly into Draco's eyes, deciding after a moment that the
uncertainty in them was probably because Draco didn't know whether he'd want to
answer whatever his question was. "You can ask me anything, Dray."
Clearing his throat, Draco asked tentatively, "George and Freddie, do they
sometimes..." Draco trailed off as he searched for the word he wanted, his
cheeks flushing slightly again as he finally said, "Love each other?"
"They always love each other, Dray," Harry corrected softly. "But they kiss and
touch too, yes. Possibly more, I don't know for sure. I haven't asked." He
paused a moment and then added, "Well, either that or George has a boyfriend I
don't know about."
"I don't think so, George hasn't been looking at anyone else, especially not
the way he looks at you."
Harry nodded, smiling a little. "So I think it's probably Freddie." He stroked
Draco's hair, debating how much to tell him, and then finally admitted, "George
has had love bites that I know I didn't give him." He grinned suddenly, a
wicked glint in his eyes as he added, "And in the most unusual places
sometimes, too."
"Does it bother you, Harry?" Draco asked softly, a strange huskiness to his
voice. "The thought of them together I mean?"
Harry looked into Draco's eyes, obviously surprised by the idea. "Not at all.
Does it bother you?"
Draco blushed and shook his head as he shifted slightly, the heaviness between
his legs pressing against Harry's thigh as he began to move away, not quite
able to make himself say that he thought the idea was rather erotic.
Harry realized immediately that Draco was just as aroused by the idea as he
was. He tightened his arm around Draco's waist when he tried to move away,
moving his hand from Draco's hair to cup his jaw as he said impulsively, "I
think it's kind of hot. Sometimes, I dream about them making love to each
other." Harry felt his cheeks heating as he admitted more softly, "Or with us."
"They're beautiful," Draco agreed softly. "I'm sure it would be amazing to
watch them together." Draco looked down into Harry's eyes, not really thinking
about it as he moved so that he was laying draped completely over Harry again.
"Sometimes..." Bright spots of color bloomed on Draco's cheeks again.
"Sometimes I have dreams about us. All four of us."
"Me too." Harry licked his lips, looking into Draco's eyes as he stroked
Draco's cheek with his thumb and admitted very softly, "And sometimes I just
dream about you."
Draco's eyes widened slightly and his voice dropped into a soft baritone deeper
than his normal speaking voice as he whispered, "Tell me, Harry. What do you
dream about me?"
Harry thought about his dreams a moment, the ones that had made him lay awake
and watch Draco sleeping just across the room. "Sometimes I dream about kissing
you and touching your beautiful body, or about sleeping with you like we did
when we were little, only without the clothes. Those always turn into the
kissing dreams by the time I wake up." Harry swallowed, gathering his courage,
then added in a near-silent whisper, "And, if I don't wake up, sometimes we
make love."
"Do you want to make love to me, Harry?" Draco asked softly, surprised
curiosity in eyes.
"If you wanted me to, I would," Harry replied quietly, completely aware that he
was not quite answering Draco's question.
Draco didn't say anything as he leaned down slowly, almost hesitantly, letting
his eyes focus on the curves of Harry's full lips for a moment before he
brushed a soft kiss against them. Harry's hand slid around to cup the back of
Draco's head as Draco lifted his head again, his green eyes soft and luminous
with love and desire. He looked up into Draco's eyes for a long moment before
he gently pulled him down for another kiss.
Draco whimpered softly and his body tensed up as he pressed his lips against
Harry's, then Harry realized Draco had stiffened in his arms. He pulled away,
licking at his lips and not meeting Draco's gaze as his cheeks heated up
suddenly. "Dray, I'm sorry," Harry whispered, ashamed of himself. "I just-
- I've wanted to do that for such a long time, and--" He realized he was
babbling and bit back the words that wanted to come flooding out. He felt like
a complete arse and hoped he hadn't scared Draco too badly as he finally
repeated even more softly, "I'm sorry."
Draco didn't really hear most of what Harry said, his eyes watching Harry's
mouth. The muscles in his back and shoulders were bunched and trembling
slightly under his skin with nerves and something more. "Kiss me again, Harry."
Harry looked into Draco's eyes again finally, surprised, then let out a soft
relieved noise at the hunger he saw there and kissed him again, their lips
pressing together sweetly. Harry resisted the urge to deepen the kiss when
Draco's lips lingered against his, keeping it gentle and almost chaste even
though he wanted so much more. Harry's left hand stroked Draco's back gently as
his right hand moved to rest on the side of Draco's throat, but he didn't do
anything more because he wanted to let Draco set the pace. After a pause of
what Harry couldn't have said was ten seconds or ten minutes Draco finally let
himself relax again and molded his body against Harry's, earning a soft pleased
sound from Harry.
Draco felt so many emotions as they kissed that he couldn't have catalogued
them all if he tried, but the uppermost one was trust. Draco trusted Harry in a
way that he had never trusted Blaise, and that trust let him relax into the
kiss. He decided that he quite liked the way Harry's lips and body felt under
his. Draco felt so safe with Harry that he stopped worrying about how little he
knew about kissing and just enjoyed the feeling of having lips pressed against
his own as a gentle hand stroked his back.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips after what seemed like forever, sucking
gently at Draco's lower lip to see how he would respond. Draco groaned low in
his throat, the sound seeming to travel to through his lips into Harry's mouth
as Draco pressed closer. Harry shivered slightly, his lips parting as he slid
his hand down Draco's throat, fingers dipping into the collar of Draco's shirt
to stroke along where his neck met his shoulder. Harry wanted to feel a lot
more of Draco's smooth skin than the curve of his shoulder, but he wasn't sure
how Draco would react.
Draco whimpered again a moment later but the sound was from arousal this time,
not nervousness. He pressed his hips more firmly against Harry's, half-afraid
he would be pushed away but wanting more. Harry growled softly into the kiss
and lifted his hips to rub up against Draco as his legs spread automatically,
responding to the tentative advance with enough obvious desire that Draco
carefully rocked his hips in reply. Harry's right hand tightened against the
small of Draco's back then to urge him to move again as his legs spread even
wider. He slid his left hand around to the back of Draco's neck and down into
his shirt, caressing soft skin as Draco moved against him again.
Draco nipped softly at Harry's upper lip and then lifted his head, his silver-
blue eyes darkened to a startlingly vivid cornflower blue by desire and love.
"We can't do this," Draco said softly then in low, sultry tone of voice that
affected Harry like a shot of bourbon. Shivers of warmth and desire spread
through Harry even though 'stop' was the last thing he wanted to hear, but his
disappointment didn't last long. "Not here, anyway," Draco added, staring at
Harry almost as if he'd never really seen him before.
Harry licked at his lips to see if he could taste Draco on them as he stared up
into Draco's eyes, marveling at their change in color. He wondered if his own
eyes did the same thing as he moved his hand out of Draco's shirt and then
stroked Draco's cheek with his fingertips. "You're right," he whispered
huskily, "we should move this to our room."
Draco pushed himself away from Harry and moved backwards, the evidence of his
arousal obvious at the front of his trousers. His cock pressed almost painfully
against the fabric as he flinched slightly but stood up with the natural grace
that he had inherited from Lucius. He offered his right hand to Harry,
breathing hard as his smoldering gaze roamed over Harry's body to linger on the
outline of Harry's erection against tight denim.
Harry just looked up at Draco a moment before he lifted his right hand, letting
Draco pull him to his feet. He let go of Draco's hand and stepped close to him
then, lifting both hands to cup Draco's cheeks as he leaned close and whispered
simply, "You're beautiful. Did you know that?" He didn't wait for a reply,
kissing Draco instead and letting Draco feel some of the hunger coursing
through him as their lips moved together.
Leaning against Harry was so natural for Draco that he couldn't help himself,
his lips parting slightly against Harry's as his hands went automatically to
Harry's hips, pulling him closer. Harry made a soft pleased noise against
Draco's mouth and licked slowly along Draco's upper lip, his hands gently
cupping Draco's jaw. Harry's swayed a bit closer a moment later, pressing up
against him and letting Draco feel again just how aroused he was.
Draco moved away suddenly, his gaze going down immediately to focus on the
bulge in his brother's pants as the blush from earlier rose up on his cheeks
again. "Uhm..."
Harry moved his hands to Draco's shoulders, resisting the urge to kiss him
again and silently watching Draco's face, letting Draco have a moment. He
waited for Draco to meet his gaze again before he asked softly, "Are you sure
you're okay with this? We don't have to do anything, Dray. I'm sure you won't
have a problem with Freddie. He'll be putty in your hands after the first
minute."
"I don't have a problem with it, Harry, really, it's just..." Draco's blush
spread to the tips of his ears as he looked down again and whispered, "I'd like
to know how to give someone a hummer. Would you teach me?" He looked up through
his eyelashes at Harry's face, studying him as he added quickly, his voice soft
and low, "You don't have to, but I feel comfortable with you and you said you
wanted me to tell you what I wanted to know. I-- I'd like to taste you."
Harry swallowed a groan and leaned closer to kiss Draco quickly again before
looking into his eyes. "I would love to teach you anything you want to know."
His lips curved into a wicked grin suddenly, love and desire bright in his
sparkling green eyes as he added, "As I might've told you, Dray, you're
positively edible."
Draco's blush darkened and extended down his neck as he shook his head and
looked down again. He couldn't quite make himself believe the compliments that
Harry was giving him. "I'm not."
Harry's wicked grin faded. "Have I ever lied to you, Dray?"
Draco gave another quick little shake of his head but still didn't meet Harry's
gaze. "Never."
Harry lifted one hand from Draco's shoulder to stroke along his jaw with his
fingertips and then lifted Draco's chin to make Draco look at him. "I'm not
about to start now. I don't know how anyone could resist you, you're very
nearly perfect."
Harry kissed Draco again then, trying to let him feel the love and desire he
felt for him, and Draco's eyes fluttered closed, his body swaying forward to
lean heavily against Harry as he lost himself in the kiss. Harry made a soft
pleased noise, moving the hand hovering below Draco's chin up into his hair as
his other arm slid around Draco's waist, holding him close. Harry's lips were
so soft, so completely entrancing that Draco would've happily stayed lost in
the kiss forever as their lips moved against each other slowly, savoring
something they had wanted longer than either of them cared to admit.
Harry sucked gently at Draco's lower lip and slowly ran his fingers through
Draco's hair, but he was careful to keep the kiss and his touches gentle. His
body was fairly humming with desire but he had to keep reminding himself that
this was Draco and not George. He couldn't just push Draco up against the
nearest wall and have a go at trying to find his tonsils. Draco wasn't ready
for that yet and Harry knew it, and he didn't want to do anything that might
scare Draco or make him regret what they were doing. Harry knew just exactly
how wonderful it was to have George concentrating on making him forget his
name, and he hated seeing Draco afraid to allow the same because of Blaise's
ham-handed 'affections'.
Draco raised a hand from Harry's hips to place it on his shoulder, the long
fingers curving over solid muscle as he shyly licked at Harry's lips, humming
at the hint of chocolate from the candy Harry had eaten earlier. Harry made a
soft encouraging noise and opened his mouth in invitation, wondering for only a
moment what Draco would do before Draco's tongue slipped into Harry's mouth.
Harry couldn't help a low moan as Draco licked slowly along the inside of his
upper lip and then hesitantly touched his tongue to Harry's. Harry licked at
Draco's tongue and then sucked gently as Draco withdrew it, his fingers
tightening slightly in Draco's hair with a low whimper.
Draco's breath ghosted against his lips as he kissed Harry softly, whispering
huskily between kisses, "Weren't we supposed to go back to our room, Harry?"
"Mm-hm," Harry agreed softly, kissing back every time Draco's lips touched his
and running his left hand down Draco's back as he moved slightly against him,
still half lost in Draco's kisses.
Draco smiled softly against Harry's lips as he kissed him again, sounding
amused as he murmured, "Then don't you think we should go?"
Harry pulled back a bit, looking into Draco's eyes with a sudden little grin.
"Lead the way, I'll be right behind you." Harry didn't add that he'd be staring
at Draco's arse, since he wasn't at all sure Draco was ready to know that yet.
Draco kissed Harry once more before pulling away and then turning to head
towards their bedroom. Harry followed without hesitation, his gaze on the tight
jeans that Draco wore. The denim encased his lean form like a second skin,
caressing every curve as he walked and drawing attention to his long legs and
the high, full curves of his arse. Within a few steps Harry had a decidedly
predatory glint in his green eyes, making them very reminiscent of the green
flames of a Floo.
Something on the floor caught Draco's eye and he stopped abruptly and bent
over, his legs slightly spread as he picked up the object. Harry stopped a bit
more than a pace behind Draco and bit his lower lip to keep back a groan,
shifting slightly and flexing his hands as he reminded himself again that Draco
was not George. If he grabbed that perfect heart-shaped arse Draco was more
likely to shriek than to push him against the nearest wall and growl in his
ear, and it would undoubtedly scare him. Harry had to keep his hands to
himself.
Draco picked up the shiny knut and then straightened again as he slipped it
into his back pocket, inadvertently stroking his arse. Harry made a soft noise
and watched Draco's fingers, practically drooling and wishing that was his hand
sliding into that pocket. Or his tongue; that would work, too.
With a toss of his head, Draco flung his hair backwards to rest on his
shoulders again as he reached for the doorknob and then slipped into their
bedroom, leaving Harry in the short hallway alone.
Harry bit his lip a little harder and took a deep breath, then reached down to
adjust himself with a grimace, taking a moment to get control of himself again
before he followed Draco into their room. He'd been quite certain he could
manage himself when he had made the offer, but the closer he got to actually
doing naughty things to the person he loved most in the world, the more aroused
he got and the less control he had over his reactions. He had tried very hard
to avoid even thinking about touching Draco -- well, except in his dreams, he
couldn't control them -- since he had noticed how beautiful he was quite a long
time ago. Ideas of just what he could do with Draco were flooding his mind in a
chaotic, erotic blur now that he wasn't suppressing the very concept anymore.
Harry realized suddenly that his hesitation might bother Draco and took another
deep breath, making a conscious effort to clear his mind as he followed Draco
into their room. He prayed that he would be able to behave himself well enough
that he wouldn't scare Draco. He just couldn't bear it if he added to the bad
experiences Draco had already had.
 
 
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
 
A week had passed since what became affectionately known between Draco and
Harry as 'That Night', and Harry still felt sudden flashes of heat as memories
played in his head at odd moments.
Draco had been simply beautiful all stretched out on Harry's bed with his head
thrown back and his neck exposed, his skin hot and slick with sweat where
Harry's hands held him to the bed. They were lucky that they were alone and
that Harry had cast a silencing charm around the room, or there was no doubt in
Harry's mind that someone would've rushed in at Draco's first groan. Draco had
sounded like he was being tortured as his impossibly blue eyes glazed over,
muscles rippling and his voice deepening as Harry used every trick he knew to
make Draco feel good. He had wanted Draco's first time with someone else to be
something he would never forget, and he was pretty sure he had succeeded.
The thrill that went down Harry's spine as he swallowed that first pulse of
precome had made him shudder. He could almost feel Draco's hands tangled in his
unruly, sweat-soaked hair still, fingers clenching as his cock throbbed in
Harry's mouth. Harry had done the same thing with George often, but it hadn't
affected him quite like being with Draco had. It was beautiful to see Draco so
free and uninhibited, and Harry hoped that Fred knew what a gift he was being
given. Draco's body had rolled with sinewy movements very like those of a snake
gliding through tall grass, every movement instinctive and so graceful it was
almost as if Draco had practiced it. Draco, who was so innocent, had sounded as
if his body and soul were being ripped from each other when he climaxed.
Draco's flushed skin had shone with sweat as he sprawled there in Harry's bed
and tried to get control of himself again. Harry had found himself unable to do
anything but marvel at Draco's beauty afterwards, savoring the taste that was
lingering in his mouth. Draco was breathtaking lying there like a debauched
angel, his pale skin seeming almost to glow against the dove-grey sheets and
his hair fanned out over the pillow in a pale golden halo. Harry had spent what
seemed like hours slowly running his lips and hands over Draco's body,
worshiping him while Draco slowly regained his breath and scattered thoughts.
Draco's unique personal scent, a mixture of sandalwood and soap, had clung to
Harry's body afterwards, not fading entirely until after his shower the next
morning.
Harry could never put into words how it made him feel to know that he had
shared this with Draco, how he felt to know that even though Draco would hold
and even love other people, Harry would always be the first one who had kissed
him breathless. Fred, if he had any brains at all, would be the first to make
love to Draco, but Harry had still been the first to learn Draco's perfect body
and make Draco feel loved.
"Harry...?"
Draco's voice pulled Harry from his daydream and brought his attention abruptly
back to the present. He focused on the blond standing across the room, watching
Draco hold up two shirts, one a slate blue and the other a burgundy rose.
"Hmm?"
They had both been tailored specifically to fit Draco's broadening shoulders
and narrow waist, and both looked so very nice on him that Draco was having a
hard time choosing which one to wear. "Which looks better?"
Harry licked his lips, comparing the two shirts and then letting his gaze roam
slowly over Draco's form as he said softly, "The blue, definitely. It brings
out your eyes and always looks spectacular with those black jeans you're
wearing."
"Alright," Draco replied with a bit of a smile. He recognized the look that
Harry was giving him as being inspired partly by frank appraisal and partly by
lust.
Turning around, Draco hung up the burgundy shirt and then carefully slipped an
arm into the blue one. After 'That Night' Draco had begun to feel an answering
rush of desire whenever Harry gazed at him like that. He was still getting used
to seeing Harry as someone he wanted to shag someday. Just the thought of it
brought a bright flush to his pale skin and made him want to moan.
Harry licked his lips as he watched the play of muscles in Draco's back for a
few moments before he noticed Draco's reflection in the mirror. Draco was still
a bit nervous about what he was going to do, and it showed in the way his
fingers trembled on the buttons. Harry quickly stood and walked over to help,
brushing Draco's trembling hands aside and then buttoning the shirt as he
smiled reassuringly at him. "Don't worry, Dray. Everything will be okay, I'm
sure of it."
Taking a deep breath, Draco nodded slowly. "It's only Fred, that's what I keep
telling myself, but it doesn't seem to be helping." He watched Harry's fingers
deftly buttoning up the shirt and sometimes even brushing his skin, unable to
keep from remembering that those were the hands that had pleasured him, kept
him safe, and made him feel loved.
Harry smiled, nodding and watching Draco's face as he replied softly, "You're
going to be as safe with Freddie as you would be with me, Dray. I know he would
never hurt you." He finished buttoning the shirt and stepped back a bit as he
tilted his head a little to one side and looked at Draco, then tugged gently at
the shirt and added, "I think you should tuck it in, show off that perfect arse
of yours."
"Harry!" Draco squeaked out, his voice cracking on the upnote as another memory
slipped its way into the forefront of Draco's mind. The things that Harry had
done to his arse had been heavenly, especially with his tongue. Draco had
wanted to ask if that was a natural talent or if he could learn to make someone
else feel like that, but he hadn't been able to make himself say the words.
Harry looked into Draco's eyes with a little grin, the wicked glint in his
green eyes making them sparkle. "Would you like me to do it for you?" He tugged
Draco's shirt up and hooked his fingers loosely into the waistband of Draco's
jeans as if to unbutton them, smirking when Draco made no move to stop him.
"What a great idea."
"I swear you're a c-co--cocktease, Harry." Draco felt the flush that was
becoming a permanent fixture on his face deepen even further as he looked back
at his brother. Draco truly wished that he didn't stutter when he was feeling
horny and nervous, but it had passed quickly when he was with Harry so he hoped
that eventually it would go away completely.
Harry wriggled his eyebrows, glad that Draco hadn't made a move to stop him as
he stepped closer to him, leaving just enough room between them for his hands
to unfasten Draco's jeans. "It's only being a tease," he murmured, "if I'm not
willing to follow through." He leaned closer to kiss Draco's lips softly and
then looked into his eyes as he added, "I'd be happy to take the edge off for
you, before you go. It might help you relax."
Licking his lips, Draco slowly shook his head even as his hands went to his
zipper and dragged it down with a soft rasping noise that seemed loud in the
sudden silence. "No. I don't think that even you could get rid of these nerves,
and I have to meet Fred by the main staircase in a few minutes." Looking shyly
at Harry, he finished in a whisper, "And, well, I don't want to waste the
chance by not being able to, uhm, finish, if things go well. Maybe-- Maybe
tonight you could let me practice on you a bit?" Draco was hopeful, thinking
that he would need Harry's comfort after what he planned to try on Fred.
Harry leaned closer again to kiss Draco's lips softly before he smiled at him,
his green eyes gentle and full of love. "Anytime Dray, it would be a pleasure."
He moved his hands to start tucking in Draco's shirt, his touch lingering only
a little as he tucked the shirt down along Dray's upper thighs with a sudden
grin. "And you don't need to worry you won't be able to finish. If you make it
that far, you'll find that you won't have any trouble at all."
Draco ducked his head to give Harry's lips a feather-soft kiss and then
whispered softly, "Thank you."
Harry smiled at Draco, recognizing the tremble of nervousness in Draco's voice
for what it was as he rested his hands on either side of Draco's waist. "You
don't have to thank me, Dray. I love you and I love being with you, no matter
what we're doing."
Draco's expression relaxed into a sweet smile and he beamed at Harry, nodding.
"I know and I love you too. You're my big brother." Draco grinned suddenly and
added teasingly, "Well, sort of. You are a bit short."
Harry laughed and gave Draco a little shove. "It's not my fault I take after
Mum. We can't all be tall and perfect." Harry grinned and leaned up to kiss
Draco's cheek, then moved away to go over to the dresser across the room.
"Finish tucking in your shirt, I know just what the final touch should be."
"Yes sir," Draco replied half-mockingly, then wiggled his hips from side to
side as he began tucking his shirt in again, mentally cursing how tight his
jeans were. After making sure that the material laid flat with little patting
motions, he finally buttoned his jeans and then tugged up the zipper before he
exhaled the breath that he'd been forced to hold with a loud whoosh. "I might
have to stretch these, I doubt I could sit down in them without doing myself
serious damage."
Harry turned back towards him with a silver chain dangling from his fingers and
gave Draco another of those frankly appraising looks, then smirked wickedly.
"Oh no, they're perfect, I promise."
"If you say so," Draco replied dubiously, watching as Harry walked back towards
him.
"I do." Harry stepped very close to Draco and then lifted his hands to put the
necklace on Draco, sliding his hands under Draco's pale blond hair to close the
clasp.
The feel of Harry's fingers brushing against the soft skin at the nape of his
neck was enough to make Draco shiver. Harry caressed the soft skin again just
to see if he'd react the same way, and a certain part of Draco's anatomy
started to stand up and pay attention. "Harry, look what you did!" Draco
complained, his tone somewhere between amused and whiny. "Now I have to think
of something to get it down again. There is no way Papa's going to let me walk
out of here with a stiffy."
Harry snickered softly as he used the excuse of smoothing the chain around
Draco's neck to stroke the soft skin of his throat again. He straightened the
tiny sliver dragon charm that hung from it before he stepped back and moved his
hands to Draco's waist, tugging the shirt up just a bit to make it fall more
naturally. "Think about Neville." Harry paused, tilting his head to look at
Draco's shirt with a grin as he added, "Or kissing Mrs. Norris."
Draco raised one eyebrow in a close imitation of Severus, looking down at
Harry. "That was the singularly worst, most disturbing image possible," he said
very dryly, no tone or inflection in his voice even though the thought of
kissing Mrs. Norris did make his erection subside again. "I don't think I'll
ever be able to get it up again. You have ruined my sex life before it's even
started good."
Harry snickered, his green eyes dancing with laughter as he wriggled his
eyebrows at Draco. "Oh I doubt that! But, I'm sure I can get a ... reaction, if
you'd like proof."
Draco crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked skeptical, his stance
relaxed even as he mock glared at Harry. "That mental image was too
disgusting."
Harry smirked, a challenging glint in his eyes as he moved around behind Draco
to lean close to Draco's ear without actually touching him and murmured, "Don't
you remember how much your cock just loves my mouth? All hot and wet and tight,
and when I hum it sends vibrations straight to your bollocks and your lovely
arse and makes you want things you don't even know aboutyet..." Draco shivered,
remembering that feeling, and then Harry licked lightly at the edge of Draco's
ear before he added in a husky whisper, "Wouldn't you like to come down my
throat again tonight?"
Inhaling sharply, Draco moved away from the torturous beast known as Harold
Evan Malfoy-Snape as he muttered, "You are evil." Carefully adjusting himself
in the tight jeans, Draco tried unsuccessfully to envision Neville kissing Mrs.
Norris, instead of remembering flashes of Harry's mouth on his cock that made
him want to groan.
Harry smirked and moved to one side so he could see Draco's face better, his
green eyes sparkling as he folded his arms across his chest, parroting the
stance Draco had taken a moment ago. "Have any more doubts, Dray?"
Not liking the smirk that was on Harry's face, Draco's eyes narrowed as he
turned slowly and stalked towards him. He didn't know where he was getting the
stones to dare, but his actions were deliberate as he reached out and wrapped
his fingers around the back of Harry's neck. Pulling him close to his body,
Draco dipped his head down and slowly started devouring Harry's lips, licking
at the upper then sucking on the bottom as Harry melted against him with a soft
little surprised sound.
Draco stepped back suddenly just as Harry began to really respond to the kiss,
leaving him wanting more. Draco smiled at him almost innocently and said rather
cheerfully, "No, not really."
Harry took a deep breath as he blinked twice to clear his vision and muttered,
"I've created a monster." Harry licked his lips, then a predatory little smile
slowly spread across his face. "Or maybe a master..."
Blushing, Draco ran his fingers through his shoulder length blond hair and
scuffed his toe against the floor, secretly pleased that he'd been able to
distract Harry, however briefly. The smile on his face spread tentatively after
a moment as he glanced at Harry and asked, "Was that … all right?"
"All right?!" Harry scoffed, grinning and looking a bit surprised. "No, it
wasn't all right. It was bloody brilliant, and don't let anyone tell you
differently."
Draco beamed at Harry and stepped closer to him, kissing Harry on the forehead
and giving him a tight hug before he let go. "I guess I should go. Thank you,
Harry, for everything. I love you."
Harry kissed Draco's cheek and then smiled at him as he said, "I love you too,
and you don't have to thank me, Dray. It's always an honor."
"It was an honor to suck my prick?" Draco teased, his eyes sparkling with
silent mirth.
Harry smirked. "It was an honor the be the firstto suck your prick."
Draco couldn't help but grin back despite his blush. "Even though I wasn't the
first to suck yours, it was an honor to be taught by you. It was fun."
"Thank you, it's supposed to be fun." Harry reached up to tuck a bit of Draco's
hair behind his ear, smiling. "And I'm not as patient as you are, Dray, so when
I caught George staring at my arse I had to do something about it. If I hadn't,
you would have been my first too, I think."
Draco smirked as his hands slid down to cup Harry's arse and murmured, "And why
wouldn't he stare? You arse is round, soft, tight, and very squeezable."
Tightening the hands that were curving over Harry's arse, Draco got a good feel
as if to demonstrate, then nodded. "Yes, definitely squeezable. George would've
been a fool not to try and lay claim to it."
Harry slid his arms around Draco's neck and swayed closer to press his body
against him with a wicked little grin, his green eyes sparkling with amusement
and something more. "Are you sure? Maybe you should check again."
Running his hands over Harry's arse, Draco started pushing Harry back towards
the wall, walking slowly as he murmured in a husky baritone that Harry knew
meant he was getting quite aroused again, "How would you like me to make sure?
Maybe lift you up and press you against the wall to snog you until you're
melting in my hands, hmm? Would you like that? Being held up only by my mouth
on yours, and my hands and cock pressing against you?"
Harry groaned and slid his hands into Draco's hair, looking into his eyes with
undisguised hunger as he licked his lips and then whispered, "I'd love it."
Draco leaned forward just as Harry's back hit the wall and dragged his tongue
along Harry's throat as he listened to Harry moan, molding his body along
Harry's. He rubbed his renewed erection against Harry's hip as he whispered
into his skin, "You make me want to stay here and see just how far this can
go."
Draco bit gently at the soft skin over the throbbing vein in Harry's throat,
his mouth wrapping around the skin and slowly drawing it into his mouth as he
suckled hungrily. Harry let his eyelids fall closed, shuddering and making tiny
little needy noises as his hands tightened in Draco's hair. Draco licked and
sucked at Harry's throat until a light bruise had formed from the pressure and
then pulled back his head just enough to survey his handiwork. The almost
purple mark stood out starkly against the pale skin of Harry's throat, and
Draco couldn't resist the urge to give the tasty skin one final lick before he
pulled back far enough to see Harry's face.
"You taste like heaven," Draco whispered softly, "but I need to go try this on
Freddie before I forget myself."
Harry opened his eyes, swallowing hard before he said huskily, "Freddie's going
to be putty in your hands, Dray. He'll never know what hit him."
Draco smiled at Harry, encouraged by the faith that Harry had in him and by the
way Harry had reacted to his advances. "Wish me luck." Brushing his lips across
Harry's once more, Draco pulled back feeling much calmer than he had earlier.
Harry returned the smile, his green eyes sparkling as he gave Draco a squeeze
and then let him go. "You won't need it, but good luck."
Stepping backwards, Draco took a deep breath and then muttered to himself,
"Neville and Mrs. Norris. Frenching." He made a face at the thought but the
front of his pants didn't become appreciably looser. "All right… Neville French
kissing Filch." That mental image was enough to draw a shudder. Harry chuckled
softly and Draco gave him a blinding grin, then walked quickly towards the
door.
Harry moved over to throw himself down face-first on Draco's bed, groaning at
the sudden pressure against his cock and not even noticing it when Draco closed
the door. Harry took a deep breath, inhaling Draco's scent from the pillow even
as he tried to will away his erection, mentally promising his aching cock a
very nice blowjob later. He knew it was rather stupid and that thinking about a
nice blowjob would probably just make him harder, but he still thought it. He
knew Draco loved Fred at least as much as he loved George -- which was quite a
lot -- and he couldn't think of anyone in the world who might understand how
much he loved Draco except the twins, so he was devoutly hoping that everything
would go well with Freddie. He simply couldn't imagine he and Draco actually
dating anyone else, and no one would understand if Draco and Harry tried to
date each other.
After laying on the bed a few moments going over the possible worst case
scenario in his head Harry suddenly turned his face to the side, looking at the
wall. Even though Harry and Draco weren't related, they had been raised as
brothers. Harry knew that if he was wrong and the twins didn't express their
love for each other physically, then there was very little chance anyone would
ever understand he and Draco doing so. If Harry was wrong about the twins'
activities together -- and if he was wrong then George had quite a lot of
explaining to do, both for not correcting Harry when he'd hinted as much and
for cheating on him -- then it was very likely that when Fred and George found
out they would want nothing more to do with them.
Harry loved George quite a lot and knew that he wanted to spend his life with
him, even if he hadn't ever admitted it out loud to anyone, but Draco was his
other half. Harry couldn't imagine giving up the privilege of showing Draco how
much he loved him, not even for George.
 
                                   ~*~*~*~*~
 
Draco stopped for a moment in the sitting room to kiss Sev on the cheek before
he said with a bright grin, "See you later, Papa. I'm going out for a walk
around the lake."
Sev glanced up from his book idly and then his eyes narrowed as he noticed a
rather obvious bulge at the front of Draco's jeans and gave Draco a more
searching look. Draco was dressed much as Lucius had dressed as a teenager when
he wanted to score with a pretty girl, and seeing him brought back quite a few
memories for Sev. He hadn't seen Draco so obviously dressed to impress for
quite some time, but he thought that going out was quite an improvement over
how quiet Draco had acted recently so he didn't make any attempt to disrupt
Draco's plans. "Do have fun."
"Oh I will, Papa," Draco replied cheerfully over his shoulder on his way out of
the suite, completely oblivious to the way Sev was watching him. "Have no
fear."
Sev watched Draco disappear through the doorway and then looked back down at
his book with a slight frown, trying to decide whether or not he was imagining
the fact that Draco had not only been aroused, but looked as though he'd just
been thoroughly kissed as well. He knew that Harry and Draco were very close -
- inseparable might have been a better term, really -- but he hadn't thought
that they were experimenting sexually with each other. He had actually been
worried that one or both of them might be involved with either Granger,
Longbottom, or the Thomas boy since Harry and Draco spent quite a lot of time
with the Gryffindors, but he hadn't ever seen Harry or Draco return from a
'study session' in the state that Draco had just left their room.
'Of course,' Sev thought after a moment, 'it's not as though it would truly
bewrongif theydid. Lily won't like it, but I suppose no mother likes it when
her children begin having sex. They are not related by blood, and they're even
closer than Luc and I were at that age, if such a thing is possible. I suppose,
since theydoboth seem to be quite as queer as I am, that I should have been
expecting that they might experiment a bit with each other.'
Sev looked back down at his book and began to read again, but after only a
moment another thought crossed his mind and he lifted his head again, his eyes
widening. 'But, if theyareas close as Luc and I were, then where the hell was
Draco going?! I know a Malfoy on the prowl when I see one, and that boy is
looking to getlaid. The question is who he has his eye on.' Sev looked at the
fireplace for a long moment, then sighed softly and closed his book, setting it
aside. 'Harry will know, but whether he will tell me or not is averydifferent
question.'
Sev stood abruptly and walked to Harry and Draco's room to knock on the door as
he called softly, "Harry? Are you busy, son?"
Sev waited patiently for a response instead of just entering because he well
remembered being a teenager and knew that his sons valued their privacy as much
as he himself did. They were at that age where even a well-intentioned entering
was viewed as a threat, mostly because it could be quite embarrassing. Sev and
Luc had both been overrun with hormones at that age and had often gotten off
either together or alone several times a day, after each other constantly when
they weren't busy tormenting the seventh years and Lucius wasn't chasing some
skirt or another. Knowing that Draco had just left the boys' room with a
stiffy, Sev wasn't about to just waltz into their room. He thought it quite
likely Harry would be in a rather compromising position.
Harry rolled over and sat up on Draco's bed, glancing down at his lap and
adjusting himself quickly to make his fading erection a bit less noticeable. He
finally looked back up at the door and called, "No, I'm not busy. Come on in,
Papa."
Sev opened the door and walked into the room, noticing immediately that Harry
was on Draco's bed even though he didn't say anything. He knew it wasn't
unusual for the two of them to violate each other's personal space. It was a
concept that they just didn't seem to think applied to them. "Your brother just
stormed out of here like a heathen in heat, and I was wondering if you might be
willing to tell me why."
Harry snickered at that, his green eyes lighting up with amusement as he
shifted to pull one knee up to his chest, folding his arms on his knee and
resting his chin on them. "He's got his eye on someone and is trying to impress
them."
"Should I be terrified?" Sev asked as he gazed at Harry, his eyes alighting on
the bruise on Harry's neck. 'Well, there's the answer to my question. That
isdefinitelya love bite that he didnothave when they walked in here an hour
ago, orI'mnot a Potions Master.'
Harry shrugged a bit, smiling. "I don't think so Papa, but I'm just his
brother."
Nodding his head, Sev said quite decisively, "In that case, yes, I should be
terrified. Please do warn me before he brings this person home."
"Yes sir," Harry replied with a grin, glad it was Sev asking questions instead
of Lily, who would have kept digging until she was sure she knew everything he
did.
Sev turned as if to go, then paused and looked back at the bed. "Oh, and
Harry?"
Harry lifted his head and gave his father a questioning look. "Yes, Papa?"
Sev tapped the side of his own throat and looked pointedly at Harry's neck. "I
would recommend the application of a concealing charm before your mother sees
that. She is very unlikely to let it pass without embarrassing you thoroughly."
Sev strode out of the boys' room with a dark chuckle, shutting the door behind
him just in time to cut off the muffled sound of another voice as Harry's eyes
widened.
Harry jumped off the bed as soon Sev closed the door, moving to the nearby
mirror to look at his neck. He took a few moments to inspect the bite on his
throat before he turned away to go get his wand, muttering, "We're definitely
going to have to talk about where it's safe to mark each other."
Harry picked his wand up off of his bed and then moved the few steps back to
the mirror to try and conceal the mark, wishing he were better at that
particular spell. It wasn't as easy as an invisibility spell, which was a shame
since he'd been able to perform one of those since midway through fourth year.
He had to focus his attention exactly right if he wanted to conceal the bruise
on his neck in such a way that it wouldn't be obvious that there was something
different there. Harry knew that all three of his parents were quite observant
enough to catch a poor attempt at a concealing charm, so it would have to be
perfectly applied.
Harry's first try looked quite good until he moved, then he groaned as he
realized he had focused incorrectly and cast the concealing charm on the
mirror, not on his neck. He ended the spell and tried again, touching his wand
to the love bite and then attempting to cast the charm again. The spell again
looked to have worked, at least until Harry moved the wand away and saw he'd
put an illusion of the wand-tip onto his neck. Harry let out another low
annoyed noise and ended the spell again, moving so that he had a better view of
his neck and then concentrating for a few moments on picturing exactly how it
should look before he tried the spell again.
There was a knock on the door just as Harry finished the charm again, and Harry
looked in the mirror, quickly craning his neck around to be sure the concealing
charm had worked before he moved to the foot of Draco's bed and flopped down on
it as he said, "Come in!"
George stuck his head in, grinning at the way Harry's eyes lit up when he saw
him. "Your Mum said it was alright to visit. She's dragging your other two
parental units out for an evening of, in your Dad's words, 'peace and bloody
quiet!'" Stepping into the room and quietly closing the door, George smiled at
Harry as he added, "Also, I came to report on the meeting of the two berks
known as our brothers."
Harry grinned, patting the bed next to him. "Come, sit! Tell me everything."
Leaning back against the closed door, George teasingly shook his head. "I don't
think it's a good idea for me and you to both be on Draco's bed." With a wiggle
of his eyebrows and a crooking of his finger, George beckoned Harry over as he
added, "I might be persuaded though..."
Harry smirked and stood up, walking slowly towards George. "It could be quite
fun to persuade you. Did Mum say when they were leaving?"
"Oh, about two minutes ago. They were taking the Floo out when I walked in
here," George replied with a deceptively innocent grin. "I wanted to make sure
they were really gone before I came to see you."
Harry's smirk turned positively wicked as he stopped in front of George,
standing very close to him and resting his hands on George's hips. "Mmm, I do
like a man who thinks on his feet."
Smirking, George slid an arm around Harry's waist and pulled him close, molding
Harry's smaller body against his own. "I can do quite a lot more than think on
my feet."
Harry melted against George, sliding his hands around to cup George's arse as
he looked up into his eyes with a wicked little grin. "Oh yes, I know. I'm
quite the lucky guy."
George pulled Harry closer, his free hand going to the back of Harry's neck and
tugging gently as he moved forward until his lips were almost touching Harry's,
then a slight shimmer caught his eye and he stopped. "Harry, what's that?"
Harry pulled back slightly with a surprised expression, then saw George was
looking at his neck a blushed a bit as he murmured, "Nothing important." He
leaned closer again, wanting to kiss George and not really thinking it was
important that they talk about it.
George had never attempted to explain the hickeys he had that Harry hadn't
given him, but he didn't stop to think that the courtesy should go both ways.
He was still focused on Harry's neck and looking a bit uncertain as he said
softly, "Harry..."
Harry paused again, seeing the uncertainty in George's eyes and wanting to
reassure him as he said softly, "It's just a hickey, George. I had to hide it
so Mum wouldn't see it."
"But --" George protested softly, his eyes beginning to shine a little as he
reached up to trail a finger over the edge of the glamour.
Harry lifted his hand to stroke George's cheek, concerned. "George, what's
wrong?"
"I didn't give that to you, Harry," George replied quietly, his expression
suddenly more closed and serious than Harry had ever seen it.
Harry's eyebrows went up and he let go of George, stepping away from him
slightly. "George, you have hickeys I didn't give you all the time, and you've
never even attempted to explain them. Why is this different?"
"I didn't think you'd find another boyfriend though." Pushing Harry away a
little, George moved past him to sit on Harry's bed. "I thought I could be
enough for you."
Harry followed him, moving to sit next to George and looking seriously at him.
"Am I your boyfriend, George?"
Looking at his folded hands, George spoke quietly. "I hoped. I mean, you're the
only one who touches me besides Freddie, I wouldn't let anyone else near me. I
just thought..."
"I know that Ilove you, and think of you as my boyfriend, but you've never said
you wanted that George, so I didn't push." Harry reached for George's hands as
George looked at him suddenly, the closed expression falling away. Harry
covered George's hands with one of his own and added softly, "And nobody
touches me except you... And Draco."
George's eyebrows lifted at the mention of Draco and curiosity shone in his
eyes, but he didn't feel that he had the right to ask because he had avoided
answering when Harry asked him about Freddie. Thinking back on that now he
regretted it and wished he had been honest, but he really wouldn't be able to
blame Harry if he decided to evade the question. Turning his hand over, he
laced his fingers with Harry's and squeezed.
Harry squeezed George's hand and leaned closer to kiss his cheek quickly before
sitting back again. "Go ahead and ask," he said softly, amused by George's
expression and the curiosity in his eyes. "We both know your curiosity will
drive you barmy if you don't."
"You and Draco are, well, like me and Freddie?"
"You've never told me how things are between you and Freddie," Harry replied
reasonably, "so how am I supposed to answer that?"
George looked at Harry for a moment, then cleared his throat and asked a little
hesitantly, "Do you touch because it feels like you're the only ones that can
ever completely understand how much you mean each other? When you kiss, does it
feel as if your soul's on fire?" Harry nodded slowly, his eyes softening as he
remembered what it had been like, and George swallowed hard before he asked
very softly, "Do you and Draco make love because it's the closest you can ever
be to each other?"
"Kissing is exactly like that, but we-- We haven't actually had sex, just done
other things." Harry paused a moment, looking down at their linked hands, then
looked back up at George. "I didn't plan on it, but Draco was worried because
he didn't know much about kissing or fooling around and wanted me to show him."
Harry's cheeks flushed. "Once we started kissing, things got out of hand pretty
fast."
"His kisses were addictive and his touch even more so," George spoke softly,
moving one hand from his lap to drape that arm around Harry's shoulders. "And
he tasted like sin and heaven all at the same time."
Harry nodded, looking into George's eyes and wondering how he knew just exactly
the right words to say to describe such an ambiguous feeling. "I've always
thought he was beautiful, but seeing him like that..." Harry trailed off, at a
loss for words.
George smiled softly and tightened his arm around Harry's shoulders, giving him
a squeeze. "A little part of you fell in love."
Harry nodded, still gazing into George's eyes as he said softly, "But that
doesn't mean I love you less."
"I know." It was said without any hesitation, a simple statement of belief that
was almost as profound as the look in George's eyes.
Harry was suddenly sure that George knew exactly what he was feeling, how he
was thinking, and approved because he felt exactly the same way about Freddie.
Harry smiled, thinking about how lucky he and Draco were that they had met the
twins, the only people Harry thought could ever understand their love for each
other well enough not to be jealous.
Harry just stared into George's eyes for a long time before he finally spoke
again, changing the subject as he asked with a smile, "Did you see Dray when he
went to meet Freddie?"
"Did I see Draco?" George repeated, smirking at Harry. "I think everyone in the
castle saw Draco." His expression turned into an evil grin as he added,
"Especially Blaise. He noticed Draco to the point that Parkinson had to jerk on
his arm to get his attention, and the git nearly took a header down the
stairs."
Harry returned the smirk, a wicked twinkle in his eyes as he said firmly,
"Good! The bastard needs to see just what he's going to be missing out on at
least once before I manage to corner him and kick his arse."
"I love it when you talk tough." George pulled Harry into his lap with a grin
and then added, "Your brother had the serious strut going. Even McGonagall
stopped and stared at him. Hooch too."
Harry settled astride George's thighs as he rested both hands on George's
shoulders, smirking. "I really had to work at it to get him from scared
shitless to strutting." He paused and then asked curiously, "What'd you think
when you saw him?"
"Honestly? I wanted to fuck him, hard. Pound his lovely ass right into the
ground." George looked up into Harry's eyes and arranged him over his erection.
"See? I was hard the whole way here."
Harry smirked and rocked slowly against George's cock, teasing him as he asked,
"Are you sure you picked the right brother?"
"Oh I picked the right one, all right." Leaning forward, George kissed Harry on
the neck, murmuring, "He fits me perfectly."
Harry smiled, tipping his head to the side in obvious encouragement as he asked
quietly, "Are you sure? The other brother is much more beautiful..."
George bit Harry's neck gently, then reprimanded him in a low voice, "Harry,
you're fucking gorgeous. Don't think that you aren't."
Harry slid one hand up from George's shoulder to comb through George's hair.
"Maybe, but Dray's still beautiful."
"Harry, you're beautiful too. In fact, I'm going to prove it to you. Get up,
baby."
Harry climbed off of George's lap to stand against the side of the bed between
George's knees.  He let his hands rest on George's shoulders again, absently
stroking the muscles there as he gave George a bemused look and tried to decide
whether or not he should feel girly for liking the fact George had called him
baby. "What exactly do you have in mind?"
"Stand in front of the mirror for me?" George asked with a smile. "I'm going to
show you just how beautiful you are."
Harry gave George a dubious look but pulled away and moved over to the mirror,
looking at himself a few moments before he looked at George again. "I'm still
just me, George."
George stood and walked over to stand behind Harry, wrapping his arms around
Harry's waist as he spoke low into his ear. "Tell me what you think about your
face."
Harry looked into George's eyes in the mirror for a long moment, leaning back
against him, then turned his attention to looking at himself, seeing the same
face he always saw. He shrugged slightly after a minute or two, letting his
gaze move back to the reflection of George's eyes. "I look a bit like Papa, but
not as much as I did when I was little. I've got my mother's eyes and mouth and
it makes me look vaguely girly, but not terribly so."
"Harry, you have a strong face. Beautifully high cheekbones, sensual lips just
made for kissing, marvelous verdant green eyes, a perfect slim nose that fits
your face."
Harry blushed, looking down at where George's arms were wrapped around him and
stroking the backs of his hands without replying. George kept whispering into
Harry's ear, watching him in the mirror. "You have a smattering of freckles on
the bridge of your nose that are so faint I hope no one but Draco and I have
gotten close enough to see them, and your skin's smooth as satin and sunkissed.
Plus you have this thick, gorgeous hair that's black as night and so silky to
the touch."
Harry's cheeks flushed a bit more and he looked up slowly to meet George's
eyes, listening silently both because he had no idea what to say and because he
didn't really want to distract George and make him stop talking.
"You even have the cutest earlobes," George added softly with a little smile,
"just the right size to nibble and suck on."
Harry smiled slightly at that, unable to resist asking, "You like my ears?"
"Baby, I love your ears." George nibbled on the curve of Harry's left ear,
making Harry shiver and moan softly, and then he whispered, "They are
absolutely perfect, just like you."
Harry stroked George's hands, tipping his head in obvious invitation. "I'm glad
you think so."
George nuzzled Harry's ear, whispering softly into it, "I'm not the only one. I
had to threaten a few people so I'd have a chance with you, little love."
Harry smiled and laced his fingers with George's, holding his hands and
watching George's face in the mirror. "Did you really?"
"Want a list?" George asked with obvious amusement as he looked at Harry in the
mirror, his thumbs rubbing over Harry's hands. "I dare say you know the
majority of them."
Harry giggled slightly, looking into George's eyes. "When did you start telling
them to back off?"
Looking a bit sheepish, George murmured, "Right after the Sorting Feast."
Harry's eyes widened. "Yours or ours?"
With a bit of smirk, George kissed Harry's cheek. "Guess."
Harry laughed softly and replied, "I'm going to guess ours. Yours would be just
a bit scary, since all you knew about me then was that I have a habit of
roaming at night, I'm scrawny, and I run like a girl."
George teased with a smile, "But what a cute scrawny kid you were." He became a
bit more serious then, pulling Harry closer as he went on, "And the first time
I told them to back off, it was because they looked at you the way Blaise has
always looked at Draco."
"Did they really? I've caught a few people looking at Draco, but I never
noticed them watching me..." Harry trailed off, surprised, and then asked
softly, "Who was looking at me like that?"
"Flint, Wood, Diggory, Zabini, Chang, Davies, Warrington... A few others."
Tightening his arms around Harry, George held him close while he briefly got
lost in memories of seeing other people stare at his Harry. "I didn't like that
they were looking at you like that. You were sweet and so innocent, and you
didn't deserve to be dragged into the power games."
Harry leaned his head back on George's shoulder, turning his head to rest his
forehead against George's ear. "I never really understood all of that. I mean,
I knew, but somehow it didn't really connect, you know? Mum and Papa are just
professors, and Dray and I definitely aren't the only students that have a
parent in the Ministry."
"Harry, your Mum, she's a hero. Your Papa too, and your Dad has all the right
political connections. If they told the Ministry to jump on something, there's
a good chance it would happen."
"Maybe," Harry conceded, "but I doubt they would. Mum thinks all of that Woman
Who Lived business is complete codswallop, and Papa and Dad agree with her. Mum
and Papa just want to teach and do a little bit of research on the side, and
Dad quite likes his job with the Department of Mysteries."
"I know that, and you know that, and Dray and Freddie know that, but some
people just want to use whatever and whoever they can to get ahead. I didn't
want that to happen to you, and Freddie didn't want it to happen to Dray. He
even threatened Percy."
Harry nuzzled the side of George's throat as he thought about whether or not he
wanted to know why Fred had to threaten Percy, but after a few moments he
finally decided he didn't. "I'm glad we've got you two to take care of us."
Catching the side of Harry's mouth with a tender kiss, George just held him.
"Always."
Harry smiled, his eyes shining as he kissed George softly and then whispered,
"I love you."
Quidditch callused fingers stroked Harry's jaw slowly as George's lips brushed
over his cheek. "I love you, too. I think I have since the very first time I
saw you, when you and Dray charged to the rescue before McGonagall could catch
us."
Harry swallowed hard and leaned into George's touch, whispering, "You have no
idea how long I've hoped you would say that to me."
"I didn't want to push you too fast, or to think that I was after something."
Harry looked into George's eyes, a soft smile on his lips. "You wouldn't have
been pushing me, George. Didn't you ever wonder why I didn't date anyone?"
Shrugging, George steered Harry back towards the bed, still pressing against
him. "I thought it was because you were being Super Brother to Draco. You were
always scowling at anyone who got too close to him until he fell for Blaise,
and when they broke up you got even worse."
Harry giggled a little, letting George guide him towards the bed. "Dray needed
someone to take care of him, he doesn't do very well with crowds."
"I've noticed."
Harry giggled again, turning in George's arms and reaching up to wrap his arms
around George's neck. "I'm sure you have. It's pretty obvious, and you have
known us for nearly seven years now."
"Fuck, I love it when you giggle, you sound so carefree." George smiled as he
slid his hands down to cup Harry's arse, pulling him closer. "And you look so
beautiful with your eyes all sparkling and happy."
Harry returned the smile even though he was blushing again, pressing his body
up against George's and running his fingers through George's hair as he said
softly, "Most just think it makes me sound girly."
"Fuck'em," George answered with a little grin as he leaned in and kissed
Harry's lips slowly. Harry's arms tightened around his neck as George tightened
his hands on Harry's arse and lifted him up a little, arms that were nicely
muscular from years of wielding a bat holding Harry's weight easily. George was
half of the best team of Beaters Gryffindor had ever had, and years of practice
had done wonders for his build.
Harry lifted his legs after a moment, wrapping them around George's hips and
then grinding against George's erection as he murmured against his lips, "Why
don't you fuck me instead?"
George's head went back to look Harry in the eyes, surprise obvious on his
face. "Harry, you don't really want me to do that."
Harry's eyebrows went up as he gave George a little grin. "I don't? You sure
could have fooled me." He flexed his hips to grind his cock against George's
belly slowly, still looking into George's eyes. "I've wanted you to make love
to me for a long time. Why do you think I told you that I wanted my first time
to be with someone who loved me?"
George looked into Harry's eyes a moment longer and then said quietly, "We'll
do it one night, baby, but not tonight. I'll make it good for you when we do."
"I know you'll take good care of me, George. I'm not worried about that at
all." Harry looked into George's eyes for a moment and then asked softly,
"Would you tell me why you don't want to?"
"A little something called Double Potions tomorrow. Your Mum and Pop are the
professors and I think they'll notice if you're sitting a little tenderly."
George smiled reassuringly. "Believe me, if I could make it so that it won't
hurt, I would but...."
Harry blinked in surprise and then blushed. "I hadn't even though of that."
Pressing a quick kiss to Harry's lips, George carried him the few steps to the
bed and laid him down on it, letting Harry pull him down on top of him. "It's
alright, but I know what it feels like and I don't want you uncomfortable and
squirming through classes all day."
Harry looked curiously up at George, stroking George's shoulders as he asked
quietly, "What was it like, really?"
George settled across Harry, shifting to the side to take most of his weight on
one elbow as he rubbed the other hand in a circle on Harry's stomach. "Well...
At first it was like the fingers. You know how you slide one or two inside when
you're blowing someone?"
Harry nodded, smiling a bit and toying absently with George's hair. "Yes. I
like that, as you well know."
George chuckled a little, his hazel eyes sparkling. "Yes, you're quite
responsive. Well, it feels like that when you're getting stretched, only more
slippery because if you don't use a lot of lube, there's no way a prick's going
up your arse. I guess it depends on the position you're in too, but I had my
legs over Freddie's shoulders."
Harry licked his lips at that mental picture and murmured, "Merlin, what I
wouldn't give to have seen that." He realized he'd spoken aloud and his eyes
went wide as he blushed and hid his face against George's shoulder. "You didn't
hear that."
Smirking at the blush on Harry's cheeks, George tilted Harry's face up so that
he could look at him again. "Don't be embarrassed, I wish you could've been
there, too. Just to see what it was like." He stared into Harry's eyes a
moment, unable to miss the desire, love, and trust mingled in them, then he
blinked and coughed slightly to clear his throat before he continued. "But,
even with my legs on Fred's shoulders, it hurt when he pushed in. Felt like he
was tearing me open and my arse kept clenching so tight he'd slip out. It took
a bit of time but eventually he got in and stayed in, even though it hurt."
Harry's blush hadn't faded and his eyes were still wide as he asked, "It does
get better though, right? 'Cause, otherwise, what's the point?"
"It gets a lot better, baby, I promise," George replied, trying to be honest
and comforting at the same time. "I just want to be sure you know not to expect
the first time to be perfect. You'll get at least some pleasure from it after
your arse adjusts, but it still hurts at first."
Harry looked relieved. "Well, as much as I like it when you finger me, I sort
of figured I'd like it when you make love to me, too. I can handle a little
pain, as long as it'll get better eventually."
"Oh, it gets a lot better with practice," George replied, nodding as he grinned
at Harry. "It feels like you're flying and filled to the brim, and there's
really nothing like having a cock rubbing against your happy button."
Harry giggled a bit at that as he looked up at George, running his fingers
through George's hair. "I love to fly."
George leaned in and brushed his lips against Harry's neck, nuzzling and
playfully licking the skin there. Harry tipped his head to give George more
access, the fingers in George's hair urging him closer as Harry made a soft,
pleased noise. Whispering softly against Harry's neck, George made his voice a
little deeper, "I'll show you how to fly without a broomstick. Show you how
good it can feel to have someone inside of you, giving you everything that they
have. For you to feel like you're complete."
Harry let out a soft little moan, closing his eyes and moving to hook one leg
around George's hips, pulling their bodies closer together as he asked softly,
"Is that what it's like for you, with Freddie?"
"No. " George reached up and stroked Harry's face and throat gently, tipping
his head up a bit to look at Harry's face. "That's what I'm hoping it will be
like for us."
Harry turned his head to kiss George's palm then looked down at George's face,
the hand in George's hair urging him upwards for a kiss as he murmured, "It
will be, I know it. No one else can make me feel like I feel with you. Not even
Dray." George smiled and moved so that he could brush his lips against Harry's,
and then Harry murmured against George's lips with a soft smile, "I do love
you, you know." He kissed George again, his lips parting against George's
almost immediately as he licked delicately at George's lower lip.
George sucked gently at Harry's tongue before releasing it to murmur, "And I
love you, Harry, more than I could ever put into words." Taking Harry's hand in
his own, George intertwined their fingers and added softly, "I can't make love
to you tonight, but you could make love to me."
Harry looked up at George, his green eyes surprised even as there was a flash
of something hot and hungry in them. He swallowed hard, not even noticing the
way his grip tightened on George's fingers as he asked softly, "Do you really
want me to?"
With a slight curve of his lips, George nodded, his gaze still on Harry's eyes
as he watched the desire in them flare brighter. "I've wanted you to shag me
for a long time, I just wasn't sure you were ready for that."
Harry swallowed again and shuddered under George, getting a bit more wide-eyed
as his green eyes glittered and he said rather calmly, "I think I'm going to
come in my pants. Just so you know."
George's eyes widened and then he broke down into deep rumbling chuckles and he
moved slowly off of Harry, teasing, "Hair trigger you have there, baby."
Harry blushed hotly almost to the collarbone, not really wanting to let go of
George but making himself do so. "It's just that I've dreamed of making love to
you and hearing that you really want me to, and tonight, is just..." He trailed
off, blushing even more if that was possible and looking like he wasn't sure if
he should be mortified by the fact he was about to come from just the idea or
not. "Blame it on Dray's teasing today and the fact you're so bloody hot."
George reached for Harry's jeans to unbutton them and slide the zipper down
slowly, pulling the material up enough that it wouldn't rub against Harry's
erection too much. "Well, I think I know exactly what will make you feel
better," he murmured as he parted the denim and tugged Harry's boxers down a
few inches, gently freeing his erection. "Something to take the edge off."
George moved to wrap his lips around the crown of Harry's cock, licking at the
slit before he suddenly sucked harder and drew Harry's cock into his mouth.
Harry shuddered and fisted the coverlet under him, his hips lifting from the
bed to push a bit deeper into George's mouth as he groaned out, "Oh, fuck! Your
mouth is amazing." His hips rocked upwards again, his cock throbbing in
George's mouth as it released a generous pulse of precome and Harry muttered
breathlessly, "You should give lessons."
George chuckled around Harry's cock and when Harry groaned at the vibration he
sucked strongly on the head of his cock and then let it slip from his mouth
with a pop, tilting his head to the side and sliding his lips up and down the
length, fastening tightly at the base every few times. He moved his hands to
tug at Harry's jeans then and Harry lifted his hips to let George tug his jeans
and boxers down to his knees, revealing beautifully tanned skin as Harry let
his arse fall to the bed again. George moved his hands to curl his fingers over
Harry's hips then and stroked the skin there as he concentrated on licking and
sucking Harry's cock while Harry's balls drew closer to his body and he made
soft little encouraging noises.
Harry rocked his hips a bit harder as he whispered huskily, "Feels so, oooh, so
fucking goo--" Harry's words faded into a low shuddering groan, his muscles
jumping under George's hands as his hips moved in jerky little thrusts, his
cock throbbing.
George moaned softly and increased the suction as another spurt of Harry's
unique taste hit the back of his throat, rolling the slightly bitter cream
around his tongue as his lips milked Harry in time to the spasms of his cock.
Bringing the stretched 'O' of his mouth up to the crown, he slowly swallowed
the mixture of Harry's come and his own saliva, savoring it as it rolled down
his throat. Harry shuddered, his cock pulsing one last time before he let out a
deep sigh and relaxed, the clothes he still wore feeling somehow more confining
than they had a few moments ago.
Remembering that Harry hated to wear anything after he came, George began to
carefully maneuver Harry's jeans and boxers down his sweat sticky skin, pausing
often to stroke Harry's sensitized skin before he finally tossed Harry's jeans
and boxers off the bed. George removed his mouth then from the softened, spent
cock that he had been gently nursing, nuzzling into the musky curls at Harry's
groin and inhaling his scent with a low pleased noise.
Harry shifted to prop himself up on one elbow, smiling and reaching out with
the other hand to stroke George's hair and then giving it a gentle tug as he
murmured, "Come up here George, I want to kiss you."
Crawling slowly up Harry's body, George nipped at his belly along the way,
asking teasingly, "What if I'm having fun playing down here?" He dipped his
tongue into Harry's belly button, licking around the circular nub as Harry made
a soft pleased noise.
"I'll not argue too much," Harry replied with obvious amusement, stroking along
George's jaw. "I do want to kiss you though."
With a final slow lick at Harry's stomach, George climbed the rest of the way
up to lie on his side next to Harry, his hazel eyes twinkling. "You rang,
master?"
Harry rolled towards George, smirking suddenly as he pushed George to his back
and moved to kneel over him, his hands braced on the bed on either side of
George's neck. "I sure did." Harry leaned down to lick delicately at George's
lips, making a soft noise in his throat and then gently biting the lower lip
before letting go to murmur against George's mouth, "I could eat you alive."
Harry kissed him again, sliding the tip of his tongue along George's lips as
George nipped playfully at it and reached up to start unbuttoning the shirt
Harry was wearing, taking his time to explore as he sucked at Harry's bottom
lip. George let go of Harry's lip after a moment and then Harry licked into his
open mouth, tasting his own semen mingled with a hint of chocolate as he let
out a soft groan. Harry shifted to hold his weight on one hand so he could move
the other to George's collarbone, enjoying the feel of George's solid muscular
chest under his hand as he slid it down to slowly tease George's nipple through
his shirt.
George slid his hands inside Harry's open shirt to run his hands over Harry's
chest, groaning into Harry's mouth at the feel of Harry's heated skin against
his palms. Harry leaned into George's touch with a low noise very like a purr,
making George suddenly quite glad that he'd decided to report on Draco and
Fred's progress when he did. Harry rubbed his thumb slowly back and forth
across George's nipple as he thrust his tongue deeper into George's mouth,
sliding it wetly along George's tongue as he shifted his hips to press down
against George's crotch, rubbing against the denim with a little hungry sound
even though the rough fabric was uncomfortable against his still-sensitive
cock.
"Harry... Harry," George groaned his name into the cherry red lips, trying to
get his attention as he tugged on Harry's shirt, wanting to get it off of his
shoulders as it tangled around Harry's arms. "Take this off, baby."
Harry pulled back a bit to look down at George, his green eyes bright with
desire as he shifted to kneel astride George's thighs and tossed his shirt into
the floor. "I think you're wearing way too many clothes." He reached for the
waist of George's jeans to begin unfastening them, sliding his fingers inside
quite a bit more than was strictly necessary. "If I'm going to be naked, you're
going to be naked."
George thrust his hips upwards slightly, trying to press the outline of his
cock against Harry's fingers as he smiled, amused. "Naked's a good thing, want
to finish my trousers while I take this off?" he asked, his large hands moving
to the top of his shirt to begin unbuttoning it slowly as he watched Harry's
face.
Harry smirked when he felt skin and coarse hair against the back of his
fingers, sliding one hand into George's jeans. He stroked along George's cock
with the tips of his fingers as he said teasingly, "I think you forgot
something when you got dressed." He curled his fingers around George's cock,
squeezing gently.
George groaned at the feeling of Harry's hot hand wrapped around him and then
Harry was sliding the zipper down the rest of the way with his free hand as
George asked, "Now what could that be?"
Harry smirked, enjoying the feel of George's cock heavy and hard in his palm as
he carefully freed it from his jeans, stroking just enough to keep him wanting
but keeping his grip fairly loose. "Well, it might be what you're supposed to
put on before the jeans."
Tapping Harry's bottom lip with a finger, George remarked, "But Harry, I did
put deodorant on."
Harry laughed, giving George's cock another teasing squeeze. "Yes, well, you
forgot your underwear."
"I didn't forget Harry," George protested with a cheeky smile, moving his hips
in rhythm to Harry's squeezes. "I just didn't bother to put any on."
Harry chuckled and squeezed George's cock again, dragging his hand slowly along
the heated length and then palming the crown to rub over it, fingertips teasing
the shaft. "If I had known that, you might never have made it past the door."
 
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
 
Draco hurried quickly up the stairs from the dungeons, ignoring the few
students he passed. The surge of confidence he'd felt leaving the family suite
had worn off and he was feeling enough fresh doubt about his appearance that he
ducked into the bathroom off the landing between the first and second flight of
stairs to check himself out. He went over his reflection minutely in the mirror
closest to the door, completely missing the covetous look the only other boy in
the bathroom gave Draco's arse as he left.
Draco was concentrating so hard on making sure he looked exactly perfect that
he likely wouldn't have noticed if the boy whistled at him. He frowned as he
tugged slightly at the slate blue shirt tucked into his tight jeans, loosening
it so that it bloused a bit more. When he was satisfied with the shirt he let
his gaze travel down over black denim-clad legs, flicking away several specks
of imaginary lint before his gaze reached the spotless black Doc Martins he
wore. He lifted his gaze again then to inspect the long, pale blond hair that
brushed against his shoulders, hanging just past his collarbone and very
straight with just the slightest curl to the tips. He reached up to tuck his
hair back behind his left ear to reveal the new silver hoop earring high in the
cartilage that he'd gotten last Hogsmeade weekend, smiling at the sight of it.
Next he adjusted the dragon pendant Harry had given him for his last birthday,
and then he looked into his own eyes in the mirror and took a slow, deep
breath.
"Okay," Draco murmured to himself, "No more stalling. I can do this. It's just
Fred. Freddie likes me."
Draco turned away from the mirror and walked purposefully to the door. He went
out into the hall and then up the stairs quickly, somehow managing to look
graceful despite his hurry. After several minutes he finally moved into the
light pouring down the stairway from the main windows, glinting off his earring
and the necklace at his throat and making his pale blond hair look even
lighter.
Fred was sitting quietly on the third step of the man stairway with his elbows
braced on his knees, rubbing his sweaty palms together as he watched the
hallway leading to the dungeon for some sign of Draco. "It's Dray, and he
wanted to go, so this'll be easy, Fred ol' boy, you just have to keep from
doing anything stupid." He paused in his mumbling to himself, and then added,
"Like talking to yourself." He groaned, letting his head fall forwards. "Bloody
brilliant."
Fred heard the sound of booted footsteps on the stairs then and looked up just
as Draco came into the light. His eyes widened at the sight. Draco almost
seemed to glow, his skin golden and beautiful against the dark clothing and his
pale hair shining in the sun. "Merciful Merlin," Fred murmured softly, standing
up a bit awkwardly without ever taking his gaze away from Draco. "I've died and
gone to heaven."
Draco couldn't hear what Fred said as he glided up the last of the stairs, but
the look on Fred's face made him feel warm all over as Fred stood up. Draco
took advantage of the moment to let his gaze roam from Fred's worn trainers up
over faded jeans that fit tightly enough not to hide any of the muscle in
Fred's legs. When his gaze reached Fred's crotch he blushed slightly and moved
his attention more quickly up the simple dark green shirt with the sleeves
rolled up to finally rest on Fred's face.
Fred licked his lips as he watched Draco cross the short distance to stand in
front of him, missing the way Draco's gaze roamed over his body because he was
busy doing the same thing to Draco. He thought that no one in the castle even
remotely compared to Draco, and he indulged himself in taking a lingering look
even though he knew it all by heart. He loved every inch of Draco's body; the
long slim legs, the perfect arse that Fred had often caught himself staring at,
the narrow waist that Fred could almost span with his hands, the firmly muscled
abs and chest, shoulders that were just beginning to widen... The overall
picture was, as always, enough to make Fred wish that his jeans weren't quite
so revealingly tight. There were other boys who were nice to look at, sure, but
most -- including Fred and about half the other students in the school -
- thought Draco was simply beyond comparison.
Most who had seen him agreed that Draco would someday be just as impeccably
gorgeous as his father was, something that was subtly encouraged by the long
blond hair hanging freely about Draco's neck and shoulders. Lucius had long
been rumored to be the most handsome wizard in Britain, but people were
beginning to murmur that the title had passed on to his son when Draco was
barely into his teens. Those who tried to get close to him for his looks soon
discovered that Draco wasn't just beautiful. He was also very intelligent,
mischievous, well-mannered, and simply great to be around.
Fred had never met anyone else who so perfectly combined everything he liked in
a boy or girl as Draco did. He thought Draco was the closest thing to perfect
there was, and he wouldn't have believed anyone who tried to tell him
differently.
Draco smiled at Fred when their gazes finally met again and slid his hands
halfway into the pockets of his jeans, his expression shy. "Hello, Fred."
Fred smiled back warmly, resisting the urge to tell Draco how very gorgeous he
was. He wasn't at all sure that Draco was ready to hear something like that
from him, or from anyone else for that matter. He tried hard to keep his tone
light and friendly as he replied, "Hello, Draco. Ready to go?"
Draco nodded and then looked around a bit as he asked curiously, "Are we going
to the kitchens or...?" He trailed off as he looked at Fred again, trying to
mask his nervousness and the twinge of disappointment he'd felt when Fred
didn't compliment him as he'd hoped he would.
Fred patted his pocket, smiling reassuringly when he saw the nervousness in
Draco's eyes and the slight uncertainty in the way Draco stood. "Got our meal
right here. I thought it'd be nice to eat out by the lake, so I got a bit of a
picnic from Dobby and shrank it down so it'd be easier to carry." Fred half-
turned towards the main doors then, deciding to take a chance and offering
Draco his hand as he added cheerfully, "Shall we?"
Draco smiled at Fred as he took the offered hand, feeling a little less nervous
at Fred's obvious show of interest. Friends didn't walk about the castle and
grounds hand in hand on their way to a picnic, not if those two friends were
boys, so Fred's simple gesture of offering his hand to Draco meant more to him
than most would have understood. "Yes, let's," Draco replied, noticing not for
the first time that he and Fred were almost the same height and wondering if
either of them would grow much more. Draco still hadn't reached Lucius' height,
but Fred and George were already almost as tall as Bill, their oldest brother.
Fred grinned at Draco and gave his hand a gentle squeeze as they started
forward, unable to hide the surge of happiness he felt because Draco accepted
the offer of his hand. Fred almost immediately turned his attention back
towards Draco as they slowly walked side by side towards the main doors,
letting his gaze roam over Draco's face as he murmured absently, "Beautiful."
Draco blushed at that, and then Fred's eyes widened and he blushed too as he
realized he had spoken aloud.
Fred looked straight ahead towards the doors, kicking himself and hoping Draco
wouldn't pull his hand away. Blaise had liked to say that Draco was pretty as a
picture when he was trying to make a move on him, and Draco had obviously not
enjoyed it. Fred didn't want to act anything like that, but here he was, not
three minutes into his first sort-of-date with Draco and already telling him he
was beautiful. Next he'd be groping him or something equally as stupid, and
then Draco would never go near him again and Fred would have screwed up the one
thing in the world he most wanted to go perfectly.
Draco tugged gently on Fred's hand to get his attention after a few moments,
smiling. He was so amused by the blush on Fred's cheeks that his own blush had
already faded, and his pale blue eyes were sparkling with repressed laughter as
he asked, "Did you just call me beautiful?"
Fred glanced at Draco, still blushing as he mumbled, "Uhm... Yeah. Might've."
He bit his lip a moment, looking towards the doors as they neared them, then
looked back at Draco as he asked in a rush, "Doesthatbotheryou?"
Draco shook his head, beaming. "Not at all." His eyes twinkled mischievously as
it finally dawned on him that Fred was just as nervous as he was, and he
couldn't resist teasing him gently, "You look good in red."
Fred laughed softly in relief, happily surprised that Draco had accepted it so
well. "Good thing I've the red hair then, eh?"
"Very good," Draco agreed, smiling at Fred as they stopped in front of the main
doors. "Do I make you nervous?"
Fred reached to open one of the doors with his free hand, smiling a bit
sheepishly but deciding to be completely honest. "A bit, but it's more I'm
afraid I'll say or do the wrong thing."
"Why?" Draco released Fred's hand and stepped past him through the doorway. He
stopped to watch Fred follow as he tilted his head slightly to the side,
honestly curious. "I'm just me."
Fred followed Draco outside and closed the door before moving to stand in front
of him and looking into Draco's eyes, smiling a bit. He was completely unaware
of the soft look in his own eyes as he offered Draco his hand again and agreed
quietly, "Yeah... Just you."
Draco laced fingers with Fred's, a soft blush coming to his cheeks as he felt a
warm rush of happiness settle in his belly. He looked into Fred's eyes and just
smiled at him, enjoying the way Fred's thumb was rubbing the back of his hand.
The gentle look in Fred's eyes reminded him strongly of how Harry had begun to
look at him when they were alone, and Draco couldn't help but feel a thrill at
seeing the same loving warmth in Fred's eyes. There was something else in
Fred's hazel eyes too though, a soft gleam that was making them look almost
blue, and Draco found himself praying that elusive glimmer was love. Draco was
completely unaware of the way his own eyes shone with emotion, and would have
loved to just stare into Fred's eyes for hours.
Fred finally broke eye-contact after what seemed like an eternity and tugged
Draco's hand gently to get Draco to follow as he started down the steps, a big
dopey grin on his face. He was half afraid to speak because every thought
running through his head was centered on how perfect Draco was, and didn't want
to do or say anything today that might make those shining eyes dim. The warmth
and hope he'd just seen in Draco's pale blue eyes was almost hypnotic in its
intensity, and Fred wanted it to stay there the rest of the day. It was all he
could do to keep from capering about and cheering, though, and Fred thought he
might make a real fool of himself later in front of George.
Draco followed Fred willingly but lagged behind just a bit to check out Fred
from behind, letting his gaze start at Fred's strong shoulders and then travel
slowly down Fred's muscular back. His gaze had only just reached Fred's arse
when he forgot himself and impulsively let out a shrill wolf-whistle, then his
face heated as he realized what he'd just done and quickly looked anywhere but
at Fred.
Fred looked over his shoulder at Draco, his eyes wide with surprise even though
there was a sudden grin on his face as he asked incredulously, "Did you just
whistle?"
"Uhm... That was the wind," Draco replied a little too quickly, nodding his
head decisively and staring fixedly off towards the Forbidden Forest, blushing
hotly all the way to the tips of his ears. "Definitely the wind."
Fred smirked, his hazel eyes sparkling. "Funny how it'll do that sometimes."
Draco smiled a bit and nodded, looking at Fred out of the corner of his eye.
"Funny thing, the wind."
Fred gave Draco's hand a squeeze, returning the smile. "I've always liked the
wind. It's very good company."
Draco's smile widened at the oblique compliment, since they both knew they
weren't talking about the wind. The pleased expression remained on his face as
they continued across the gently sloped green towards the lake in silence,
moving towards the lesser-used path that led along the shoreline towards the
castle.
Fred intended to take Draco to his favorite place by the lake, a semi-private
little glade where the brush and small trees that surrounded that end of the
lake cut off the view of everything except the water and the bit of path that
passed directly in front of the clearing. Fred and George had enjoyed
afternoons lazing about down there with Harry and Draco during the summer,
hiding from anyone who might find chores for them, and George had spent time
down there more recently with Harry because it offered more privacy than
anywhere in the castle. The little meadow wasn't only a comfortably familiar
place to talk where Draco should feel safe, but it was also secluded enough
that if by some amazing stroke of luck they made it past holding hands, no one
would bother them.
They turned onto the path eventually, walking along the narrow path that led
between the shore and the line of trees and brush. They went on in silence only
a few moments before Fred decided they had been quiet too long. "How was your
day today?"
"Before or after my brother decided to help me get dressed?" Draco joked,
giving Fred a wry grin and then glancing out across the lake.
Fred grinned teasingly at Draco, following the path without really bothering to
watch where they were going. "Did he pick out the jeans?"
Draco looked back at Fred then, his eyes widening in an obviously exaggerated
fashion as he exclaimed, "Did he ever! They're so tight I think they're cutting
off blood to vital organs."
Fred laughed and looked down, giving Draco's jeans a lingering look as he
grinned. "I dunno, they look pretty good to me."
Fred brought his gaze back up to Draco's face just as Draco smiled
flirtatiously and asked, "Do you need me to turn around so that you can get a
better look?"
Fred let out a little noise that was inspired as much by surprise as pleasure,
his grin growing decidedly wicked as he got a very definite spark of interest
in his eyes. "If you were hoping I'd say no, I'm about to disappoint you. I
don't think I could ever get tired of looking at you."
Draco laughed softly and loosened their joined fingers, his face flushing
slightly with pleasure. "All you have to do is ask."
Fred decided to take a chance, loosening his hold on Draco's hand so that he
could easily slip free if he wanted to. "Dray, would you mind letting me get a
better look at how that perfect arse of yours looks in those jeans?"
Draco blushed but he still smirked slightly as he let go of Fred's hand and
turned around slowly, letting Fred get his fill of looking at him. He peeked
over his shoulder with an almost seductive look in his eyes and asked huskily,
"Is this to your acceptance, Mr. Weasley?"
Fred let out a little growly noise, licking his lips and letting his definitely
predatory gaze linger on Draco's arse for a long moment before roaming down his
legs and then back up his body until he finally met Draco's eyes. There was a
little wicked grin lurking about Fred's mouth and a look in his eyes that made
it very obvious he liked what he saw quite a lot. "You're a tease." Fred's grin
widened just a bit as he added in a half-musing tone, "And I probably shouldn't
like that nearly half so much as I do."
Draco smirked at Fred over his shoulder and replied in a low voice, "A tease
doesn't deliver on what they promise, Mr. Weasley." Draco turned back around to
face Fred, watching his face to see how he took that statement as he added, "I
do."
Fred was surprised by Draco's words and tone, though there was a definite grin
on his face. After searching Draco's eyes for a few moments, he finally said,
"Don't ever wake me up, okay? This dream's too good to leave."
"Who said that you're dreaming?" Draco's expression and stance were inviting
and more than a bit seductive as he took two steps back and then leaned against
one of the trees at the edge of the path. "Why don't you come over here and see
just how awake you are?" he added, something inside him cheering at the sexy
image that he justknew he was projecting. A much smaller part of him was
gibbering in a corner asking if he was going mental, but he did his best to
ignore that bit.
Fred was simply amazed at the way Draco was acting, but he liked it too much to
argue. He moved to stand right in front of Draco, their bodies only a few
inches apart as he licked his lips again. He lifted one hand as if to touch
Draco's cheek after only a moment, then paused just before he touched Draco as
his expression suddenly turned much more serious. "You haven't taken anything,
Dray, have you? To help you relax maybe?"
Draco chuckled softly, feeling a surge of happiness that Fred had hesitated
instead of just taking what was offered, and shook his head. "Nothing, I
promise. Now give me a kiss before either of us gets too paranoid." He smirked
as he moved one hand to rest on Fred's stomach, running it up the front of
Fred's body to close his fist on a handful of shirt and pull him forward as he
added in a soft baritone lower than his usual voice, "You don't want me to feel
unwanted, do you, Freddie?"
Fred let out a soft little groan and swayed closer as he finally let himself
touch Draco's cheek, lightly stroking the soft, smooth skin of Draco's jaw.
"Never," he murmured softly as he rested his other hand on Draco's hip. "It's
far from the truth."
Fred kissed Draco tenderly then, lingering a long moment to cherish the
privilege and then letting out a tiny little surprised noise as Draco nipped
softly at his lower lip. Draco started giving Fred's lips tiny teasing kisses
then, relishing every moment as Fred let out a soft groan and responded,
kissing back each time their lips touched.
Fred bit gently at Draco's lower lip a few moments later and then stepped
closer as he licked and sucked at Draco's lips, careful not to press Draco back
against the tree as he moved the hand on Draco's cheek up to cradle the back of
Draco's head. Draco sucked gently on Fred's upper lip, licking at it a little
and wanting more contact as he fit their bodies closer together by bringing
both hands down to rest on Fred's waist and then pulling him closer. Fred let
out a soft little aching noise as their bodies pressed more firmly against each
other, licking at Draco's lips as the hand in Draco's hair tightened and he
slid his other hand around to the small of Draco's back, supporting him and
holding him close.
Draco playfully sucked on the tip of Fred's tongue then, licking at it as Fred
tipped his head to get a better angle and then murmuring something into Fred's
mouth as the bark of the tree pressed into his shoulders. Fred eased his tongue
further into Draco's mouth with a little pleased growl, licking slowly at
Draco's tongue as he shifted to stand with one foot between Draco's feet. The
hand Fred had at the small of Draco's back pulled him even closer then and
Draco felt the solid bulge of Fred's arousal press against his hip.
Draco groaned softly into Fred's mouth as their tongues tangled together,
slowly sliding and stroking against each other until Draco finally pulled away
from the smoldering kiss and turned his head to the side to gasp for breath,
causing Fred's lips to brush against his cheek.
Fred needed no further urging and began to trail gentle kisses along Draco's
jaw towards his ear, murmuring softly between kisses, "So... perfect. Wanted
to... kiss you ... for... forever."
Draco sighed happily at Fred's admission, his lips curving into a smile as he
ran one hand up the middle of Fred's back, sliding the other around to the
front of Fred's trousers to rest against the bulge there and then biting his
lip as he felt Fred's erection throb against his palm. Fred ignored Draco's
hand on his fly as best he could as he kissed his way to Draco's ear, closing
his lips around Draco's earlobe and then swirling his tongue against the
sensitive skin.
Draco shivered slightly and slowly rubbed a fingertip along the ridge of Fred's
cock, wondering if this was a good time to test Fred. He knew deep down that
Fred was nothing like Blaise, but a small part of him was insisting that it
wouldn't hurt to make sure even though leading Fred on wasn't something he felt
at all good about doing. Draco needed to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that
Fred was different, and he didn't really know of a way to be certain other than
giving Fred the chance to take advantage of him and finding out what would
happen.
Fred was oblivious to Draco's inner struggle as he let Draco's earlobe slip
from his mouth to whisper into Draco's ear, warm breath ghosting across damp
skin. "You taste wonderful."
Fred started trailing tiny little kisses down Draco's throat and Draco closed
his eyes, feeling warm inside not only from the way Fred's lips left tingling
trails on his skin, but also from the words that he'd whispered in his ear.
Draco moved the hand on Fred's erection up to toy a moment with the top button
of his jeans as Fred licked and nibbled slowly down his throat, seemingly
oblivious to what Draco's hand was doing.
Draco continued to debate going any further for a few moments longer and then
his slim fingers moved to slide the button free almost of their own accord,
part of him wanting to see how well Fred was endowed even as that other part
hoped that Fred would stop him.
Fred made a soft noise as Draco's fingers slipped into his jeans, finally
realizing what Draco was doing. He pulled away, moving one hand to stop Draco's
hand as he looked into Draco's eyes and murmured softly, "Dray, no." He leaned
to kiss Draco's lips lovingly as he laced his fingers with Draco's and pulled
Draco's hand up between them, cradling it gently against his chest. He pulled
back again after a moment and smiled at Draco with exactly how he felt shining
bright in his hazel eyes, not really even thinking about what he was saying as
he murmured, "It's too soon for that, love."
Draco relaxed completely and leaned back against the tree, his heart beating
wildly in his ribcage as he looked into Fred's eyes thinking, 'Oh Merlin, he
stopped me. He reallydoesn't want to use me.'  He shuddered, eyes becoming a
bit misty as relief washed through him and he did his best to ignore the tiny
part of him that had hoped Fred would let him go farther.
Fred was a bit worried by the tears in Draco's eyes as he moved a little
closer, his thumb stroking the back of Draco's hand where it was still cradled
against his chest. "Dray? Are you okay?"
Draco swallowed, feeling a little ashamed of himself for doubting Fred as he
whispered very softly, "You're not like Blaise."
Fred was confused by the shame in Draco's eyes but when Draco's words sank in
the confusion so plain on his face was quickly replaced by pain as the light
left his eyes. "You-- You thought I-- That I could treat you like--" He inhaled
sharply and broke off, swallowing back the other words that wanted to come
tumbling out. He let go of Draco's hand and began to move away, cursing himself
for a fool even though he wasn't really sure why he felt like such an idiot.
Draco flinched and looked down, thinking that Fred was angry with him and that
he quite deserved it as he tried to explain, whispering softly, "I know you,
Freddie. I know you're good and sweet and, and everything, but Blaise, I
thought he--"
Draco broke off and wiped the back of one hand across his eyes, completely
unable to find the words to explain how much Blaise had hurt him. He hadn't
felt for Blaise what he felt for Harry or for Fred, but a part of him had loved
and trusted Blaise more than he really should have. It had been devastating to
him when he finally realized Blaise saw him as nothing more than a toy and a
means to an end. It had killed something inside Draco, destroying his
confidence and faith in himself not only because Blaise cared so little for
him, but also because he had been stupid enough not to see it until it was
almost too late. Draco prided himself on his intelligence and the fact only
half a dozen students in his year could even come close to equaling his grades,
and it was a severe blow to realize he really didn't know nearly as much as he
thought he did.
Fred turned back towards Draco and stepped closer to him again, hating himself
for misunderstanding Draco's statement and hurting him. The last thing he
wanted was to hurt Draco but he'd done it out of fear and hurt and now he had
to fix it. Suiting his movements to his thoughts, he moved to brush Draco's
hand aside and cupped Draco's face in his hands, gently wiping Draco's tears
away with his thumbs. "I'm not him, Draco. I don't want a pretty well-connected
trophy on my arm..." He trailed off and looked into Draco's eyes for a long
moment, his expression as serious as Draco had ever seen it, then finally
admitted very softly, "I love you, and I want to take care of you and be with
you, but only if you're with me because you love me, too."
Draco swallowed and then spoke slowly and tentatively, the intense uncertainty
he felt plain in his eyes. "You, you don't m-mind if we take things a little s-
slow?" He felt like he was in a surreal place where old pain and the new fear
he'd lose Fred were warring with his chance for happiness with him, and the
reappearance of the nervous stutter he'd had as a boy only made it harder for
him to get out words he was half afraid to say. "I like you a-alot Freddie, and
d-don't want to m-make any mi-mistakes."
Fred gently stroked across Draco's cheekbones with his thumbs, giving him a
reassuring smile. "You won't make any mistakes with me, love, as long as you're
honest with me about what you're feeling." He leaned up to kiss Draco's
forehead and then pulled back to look into Draco's shining eyes again as he
said firmly, "I'm perfectly happy just to get to hold your hand, Dray. I don't
want you doing anything because you feel like you have to."
Draco's eyes were still a little moist as he looked silently at Fred for a long
time, wanting so much to believe him. His voice was very quiet and insecure
when he finally asked, "Honestly?"
Fred smiled a bit wider, something soft and gentle in his eyes as he echoed
softly, "Honestly." He moved one hand to stroke over Draco's hair, smoothing
where his fingers had mussed it up during their kiss as he looked into Draco's
eyes and discarded his earlier intentions not to tell Draco how he felt so he
wouldn't scare him, hoping instead that knowing how much he cared would make
Draco feel more secure. "I've dreamed about just being able to tell you how I
feel, and that's more than enough for now. I don't want you to rush into
anything you're not ready for yet, and we both know you're not ready for much."
Draco blinked, the motion causing a tear to fall from his shining eyes as he
tried to smile at Fred, mentally kicking himself. He had thought deep down all
along that he should've waited for Fred, and the loving way Fred was treating
him made it painfully obvious he had been right.
Fred stroked Draco's hair again and tried to lighten the mood a bit as he said
with a sudden little grin, "Just don't expect me not to look, love. I can keep
my hands to myself if I need to, but I don't think I could make myself keep my
eyes off of you for very long, especially when you're letting Harry pick your
clothes."
Draco let out a watery little laugh, a tiny part of him still almost afraid
that Fred would reject him as he slowly lifted his arms and slipped them around
Fred's neck. He held on very loosely at first, but when Fred made no move to
pull away he tightened his grip with a little noise that was almost a sob.
Fred was proud of himself for getting a laugh out of Draco, but the sob almost
broke his heart. He wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and held him gently,
pressing his lips to Draco's temple and murmuring softly, "Just do what you
feel like doing, love, and I'll follow your lead, okay?"
Draco nodded slightly and buried his face against where Fred's shoulder met his
neck, feeling almost as safe as he did with Harry as he just held onto Fred and
closed his eyes. He hated it when he got emotional -- he cried as easily as any
girl and he knew it -- and just wanted it to be over with so he could really
enjoy having Fred's arms wrapped around him. He began consciously trying to
relax, leaning against Fred and trying to calm down as he slowly breathed in
the unique smell he would have recognized anywhere as Fred's.
Fred kissed Draco's hair and closed his eyes, holding Draco so gently it was
almost as though he were afraid he might break and wishing that he had told
Draco how he felt about him a year ago, or even two. Fred and George had agreed
then that the fact Harry and Draco were two years younger meant that the twins
should wait for them to make the first move, but looking back now Fred thought
they had been fools. Harry hadn't had any problems to speak of, which was at
least partly because George had been telling anyone who got near Harry to back
off, but Draco had gone through unnecessary hell despite Fred's attempts to
protect him. Blaise was in Draco's own house, and it was impossible for Fred to
shield Draco from him until it was already too late.
Draco suddenly remembered what Fred had said and smiled against his neck,
nuzzling a little closer. Fred hadn't said he liked him, or was fond of him, or
that he wanted him... He'd said he loved him, and that was a very big deal.
Draco knew Fred didn't casually tell people that he loved them, so the fact
that Fred had said it to him meant quite a lot to him. Draco inhaled slowly and
a bit shakily as he felt like something ragged and painful deep inside his
chest was beginning to heal over. Fred loved him and wanted him, and what
Blaise had said and done, all those things that had been hurting Draco for
months now, no longer really mattered. Draco knew beyond a shadow of a doubt
that he could trust Fred with his life and his heart, and Fred loved him.
A sudden breeze came wafting through the trees and down the path to where they
stood then, teasing Draco's hair and tossing it into Fred's face as the two of
them stood there holding each other. He had no idea what was going through
Draco's head as he stood there holding him, slowly rubbing Draco's back with
his thumb and wishing that he had talked to Draco more before he kissed him.
He'd been inexcusably stupid to take Draco's odd behavior at face value when he
knew Draco wasn't really the type to suddenly decide to seduce a friend, but
Fred had wanted Draco for so long that he just didn't stop to think. He hadn't
only proven just how dumb he was though, he'd also made Draco cry and he
couldn't forgive himself for that easily. He hated people that hurt Draco.
They had been standing there in silence for a long while when Fred finally put
words to his thoughts, murmuring against Draco's hair, "I shouldn't have been
so quick to accept it when you acted like you wanted me to kiss you. I knew you
weren't ready for it. I'm sorry."
"I wanted to kiss you," Draco whispered softly and then pressed his lips to
Fred's neck just above the collar of his shirt. "I still want to. Don't
apologize."
Fred brushed his lips against Draco's hair, then his eyes widened as he
realized something. He didn't stop to think before he asked, "You were testing
me, weren't you? Seeing if I'd take advantage of you?" Draco moved slightly,
the muscles in his shoulders tensing, and Fred closed his eyes suddenly as he
swallowed, hiding his face against Draco's hair. "And I did, first chance I
got. Merlin, I'm such an arsehole."
Draco lifted his head to put his lips by Fred's ear, his tone firm even though
he spoke softly. "Stop that. You didn't. You stopped."
Fred tightened his arms around Draco a bit, still not looking at him. "Not soon
enough. You tasted so good and I'd waited so long to kiss you that I let it go
quite a lot farther than I should have."
Draco moved one hand to trail his fingers through Fred's short hair, keeping
the other arm around Fred's neck to hold him close as he murmured into his ear,
repeating, "You stopped. You proved that you aren't anything like Blaise, that
you aren't going to use me and leave me. You proved your worth a million times
in one heartbeat, so don't you dare second guess yourself."
Fred pulled back to look into Draco's eyes, trying not to let Draco's words
hurt again as he asked very softly, "Did you really think I would do that to
you? That I could?"
"I think all men are capable of it," Draco replied seriously, "but those who
can keep themselves from actually doing it..." He trailed off as he thought of
Blaise, flashes of hurt, anger, and sadness showing plain in his eyes before
they were slowly replaced by the peace, warmth, and safety he felt now that he
knew how Fred felt about him. He finally smiled softly, looking into Fred's
eyes as he went on, "Men like you are rare, Freddie. As far as I'm concerned,
you're the most priceless treasure in the world."
Fred stared into Draco's eyes, wide-eyed and blushing. "You're barmy!"
Draco adopted a very Snapish eyebrow lift as he said in a mock-superior tone,
"I'm a Malfoy-Snape, of course I'm barmy." He paused slightly, lips twitching
as he tried to keep a straight face, then continued, "But, I'm also an Evans by
upbringing and a Black by birth, and fully half the Black family has gone
nutters eventually. I'm actually related to most of the craziest Pureblood
wizards in Britain, and quite a few of the nutty Muggles as well I suppose,
since Grandpa Evans was from a large family."
Fred snickered a bit, his blush starting to fade as he muttered, "And I thought
I had too many relatives."
Draco smiled. "You have a family, and a great one at that."
"So do you." Fred smiled back as he resisted the sudden urge to kiss Draco,
instead asking lightly, "Would you like to continue our walk?"
Draco nodded, his smile widening. "Yes, and I'm feeling a bit puckish, too." He
leaned in closer and whispered conspiratorially, "I was so nervous that I
skipped breakfast."
Fred chuckled softly and whispered back, "So did I." He stepped back to let go
of Draco then, reaching for his hand and then giving it a little tug as he
started to walk slowly along the path again. "Did you know that you look like
pure sin today? And I mean that in a good way. No one else could look so sexy
and so innocent at the same time." He gave Draco a little grin. "You'll have to
remind me to thank Harry for getting you into those jeans."
Draco blushed a bright crimson across the bridge of his nose and his cheeks. "I
think your other half is probably thanking him quite enough for all three of
us. I saw George heading towards our rooms on my way to meet you, and he
definitely looked like he was going to pounce on someone."
Fred grinned at Draco, his hazel eyes twinkling mischievously. "Well you see,
he heard from Professor Lupin that your parents were going out. Something about
your Mum and Pop wanting to get as far as they could from their students until
start of classes tomorrow because of an exploding cauldron that shattered your
Mum's last nerve."
"Uncle Remy's such a tattle-tell," Draco said then, grinning widely. "I love
that about him. He always lets us know when we'll have the suite to ourselves."
Fred smirked, adding, "Or tells George or myself. Methinks your Uncle knows
we're quite hooked on you and your brother."
Draco smirked back at Fred, mimicking his tone perfectly. "Methinks you are
quite correct, although you've left out one other person who probably discussed
that with Uncle Remy."
"I thought it sort of understood that anything your Uncle knows, Barty will
know."
"Fred, you're thinking like a Gryffindor," Draco teased, his blue eyes
sparkling. "There's one person who has a vested interest in you and George
knowing when my parents are gone. Think like a Slytherin for a second."
Fred grinned at Draco, loving the way his blue eyes were sparkling. "But Harry
didn't have to tell Professor Lupin this time Dray, your mother asked he and
Barty to keep an eye on your House for her while she was gone." Fred smirked
suddenly, adding, "Professor Lupin even told us to remind you two to stay out
of trouble tonight."
"Then maybe we should go back to the castle..." Draco trailed off teasingly,
then added, "Wouldn't want to get into any trouble, out here all alone when
we've no real reason to be."
Fred grinned at Draco, teasing him as they reached the little clearing they'd
planned to eat in. "I'd think we're more likely to get into trouble inside the
castle, since your room in the dungeon is sure to be occupied and we're not
supposed to be in each other's dorms." He let go of Draco's hand as they moved
off the main path, pulling his wand from his waistband with one hand as he
reached into his pocket with the other to pull out a miniature picnic basket
and a tiny square of cloth. "Out here no one will care if we want to spend a
few hours alone together."
The clearing was more accurately either a tiny meadow or a large glade, but
they usually just called their 'lake spot' since the four of them knew where
they meant. It was an open area about twenty feet across and roughly circular,
completely enclosed on three sides by brush and trees with a very thick carpet
of grass and a nice view of the end of the lake that flowed up under the castle
itself. They had never seen anyone else there or found evidence that others had
been there, which suited them all to a tee. George speculated it was because
there were quite a few places with better views that weren't quite as long of a
walk from the castle entrance, but none of them really cared why as long as no
one bothered them while they were there.
Draco chuckled, giving up their teasing argument as he looked around the
familiar little clearing, sure that Fred was quite right as he automatically
began categorizing the different plants that were in bloom. Most of the plants
that grew around the clearing were useful to one extent or another, whether in
healing potions or simply in the herbal teas that Lily and Sev both enjoyed
drinking, so the boys seldom made a trip to the clearing without returning with
something useful. Draco always half expected his parents to grill him when he
brought back something so they could come harvest more, but they had never done
so except for the time Harry had found a patch of gillyweed near the boat
docks. That was a rare-enough ingredient that Sev had marched him right back
out to the lake before Harry could forget where it came from so they could mark
the area for harvesting.
Fred bent to lay the basket and blanket both on the ground and then stepped
away as he pointed his wand at them and said clearly, "Engorgio." Fred watched
the blanket and basket resize with a slight pop, then bent to tug the blanket
flat before he straightened again and grinned at Draco. "Hungry?"
Draco smiled and nodded, still looking around at the plants, then looked
hopefully at Fred as he sat on the blanket. "Famished. Before we leave, do you
think it would be alright to collect some potion ingredients?"
Fred nodded, moving to sit on the other side of the blanket as he replied
cheerfully, "Sure, we can even use the basket to carry them back to the castle,
it should hold quite a bit." He opened the basket and took out a lumpy, cloth-
wrapped bundle that gave off the unmistakable smell of fried chicken. "I do
hope you're in the mood for fried chicken or roast beef sandwiches, since
that's what Dobby decided we needed to have."
"Either would be great," Draco replied with a grin, watching Fred intently.
"Both would be better. I'm hungry enough to eat a centaur."
Fred chuckled and offered Draco the bundle of chicken with one hand as he
pulled a squarish bundle from the basket with his other hand. "Well, dig in."
He grinned impishly. "Looks to be enough food here for four people, so you
shouldn't walk home hungry."
Draco blushed a little and took the bundle, sitting it on his lap to untie the
charmed cloth and then opening it to release a fresh wave of delicious scent.
The chicken was freshly cooked and still quite warm because of the preserving
charms in the cloth. Taking a deep breath, Draco inhaled the mixture of spices
and then grinned at Fred. "Mmm, I love how Dobby cooks."
Fred grinned at Draco's expression as he leaned a bit closer to him and inhaled
the smell of the chicken, then he straightened back up and looked down as he
deftly untied the charmed cloth wrapped around the bundle of sandwiches. "Ilove
how he's always willing to supply a bloke with a bit of a snack." He opened the
bundle to reveal four large sandwiches that were practically overflowing with
slices of beef, leafy lettuce and thick slices of tomato, chuckling as he
added, "Though he sometimes makes me wonder just how much he thinks we eat."
"Probably as much as Dad," Draco said around a mouthful of chicken, his eyes
rolling a little at how good it tasted.
Fred laughed and nodded as he leaned to look into the basket, taking out two
bottles of butterbeer and putting one near each of them before he picked up a
sandwich to take a bite. He groaned, chewing and swallowing before he said
feelingly, "Merlin, that's good! I've not had a decent roast beef sandwich in
ages."
Fred took another bite of his sandwich, making happy noises as Draco watched
him with a grin and asked, "What about the care packages your Mum sends you?"
Draco picked up the butterbeer next to him and took a deep swallow, then set it
down and tucked into his chicken again, still watching Fred.
Fred made a face and swallowed another mouthful of roast beef, shrugging a bit.
"She's not happy, been sending us angry notes for over a week, trying to make
us tell Ginny how to counter the prank we pulled on her." He smirked suddenly.
"We changed her shaving gel toQuick-Gro gel and Ginny hasn't twigged to it yet.
Thinks we charmed the hair on her legs to grow and keeps shaving it off with
that same lovely blue goo that turns her legs into a forest overnight. She's
mortified when someone sees them, of course, but more angry, I think."
Draco snickered and shook his head. "If I were you two, I'd avoid your sister.
She's learnt quite a few new hexes in Flitwick's advanced class this term."
Fred grinned at Draco and picked up his butterbeer. "After finishing out last
term with neon purple freckles, we got her to promise not to hex us during
school this term unless we did something drastic. We're just annoying her so
she's keeping herself to playing tricks on us too, like hiding all of our
underwear and whining to Mum so we'll not get any treats by post."
Draco perked up a bit, swallowing another mouthful of chicken before he asked,
"Hiding your underwear?"
Fred chuckled, nodding. "Every pair we had. We think she somehow got one of the
Hogwarts elves to do it, since the only thing that passed our wards last night
was an elf and Dobby insists it wasn't him." Fred took another bite of his
sandwich, chewing quickly and then swallowing before he added, "Bit annoying
going without, but nothing we haven't done before. George actually quite likes
it, so as pranks go it's not a very good one."
"So..." Draco's eyes went to the still unbuttoned fly of Fred's jeans, staring
a moment before he half-asked, "You're completely without underwear right now?"
Fred followed Draco's gaze and then laughed when he realized he'd forgotten all
about the top button on his jeans being unbuttoned. He looked back up at Draco,
making no move to button them as he grinned impishly and replied, "Well, yeah.
Could have borrowed some I suppose, but that's just a bitcloser than I want to
get to the blokes in our dorm, y'know?"
"No underwear, at all?" Draco repeated again, his eyes glazing over at the
thought of Fred being so close to naked, wearing only one thin layer of
clothes.
Fred smirked a bit and nodded, taking another bite of his sandwich and then
watching Draco's face as he chewed but not saying anything.
"Can I see, Fred?" Draco asked suddenly, his eyes still on Fred's fly even as
he lowered the hand holding his chicken to rest in his lap. "Please?"
Fred swallowed, looking at Draco a long moment before he made a decision and
said fairly calmly, "If you want, sure." He laid what was left of his sandwich
on top of one of the others, standing up as he asked, "Just the jeans, or would
you like me to get starkers?"
Draco blushed a little, looking up at Fred through his eyelashes as he said
quietly, "Just the jeans, and you don't have to pull them all the way down if
you don't want. I just, I'd like to see."
Fred grinned a bit and moved his hands to the front of his jeans, unfastening
the other buttons as he asked, "Are you sure, Dray?" He moved his hands to his
hips and began pushing the jeans down slowly, quite aware that his long shirt-
tail was covering almost everything of interest. "I don't mind, if you want to
see it all."
"Just a bit of you, I think that's about all I can handle," Draco teased
playfully even as he blushed a bit redder. "Freddie should be served in small
doses."
Fred grinned and resisted the temptation to tease that he wasn't small in any
way, instead toeing off his trainers and then pushing his jeans down until
gravity made them fall the rest of the way. He stepped out of them then,
leaving his legs bare but for his red and yellow socks. Draco got just a
glimpse of the darker skin and deep red hair of Fred's crotch as he sat back
down on the blanket and picked up his butterbeer to take a drink, but then Fred
shifted purposefully so Draco would have to lean quite a bit to see anything
but leg.
Draco looked at Fred's feet, raising a pale eyebrow at the mismatched socks and
then beginning to let his gaze roam slowly up the long, pale legs liberally
dusted with ginger hair as he felt his face heating up again. When his gaze
reached Fred's thighs he sat his chicken to the side and shifted up onto his
knees to crawl over and get a good look, both because he was naturally as
curious as a kitten and because he had waited for quite a long time to see if
Fred was really as well-hung as rumor said. Draco had tried asking Harry, but
Harry had just teased him and refused to answer, saying Draco needed to find
out for himself.
Fred sat his half-empty butterbeer well to one side and watched Draco with a
little grin as he crawled closer. Fred shifted and put both hands on the
blanket behind him, leaning back in conscious invitation as he said
conversationally, "Have a good look then, love. I'm all yours." He chuckled
softly, then amended, "Well, mostly."
Draco quirked an eyebrow up in question at that but didn't say anything,
reaching out with one hand to pull aside Fred's shirttail. His breath caught in
the back of his throat at the sight of Fred's cock and he stared a moment
before he exclaimed softly, "Merlin! You should've been nicknamed Snake!"
"Nah." Fred couldn't help a bit of a grin as he tried hard to ignore the blush
that bloomed on his cheeks.
Draco tugged the material of Fred's shirt again and it brushed against Fred's
already half-hard cock, causing it to give an interested twitch. "You sure you
weren't supposed to be in Slytherin? Seems almost an insult that you're in
Gryffindor." His tone was teasing, but his eyes remained eyes firmly fastened
to Fred's cock, a glimmer of something in them that looked very like hunger.
"Damn shame to have this beauty in Gyrffindor, really."
Fred laughed a little, his cheeks flaming as he tried hard not to think about
the way Draco's staring at his cock reminded him of how George usually looked
just before he tackled him. "You obviously haven't ever been in the Gryffindor
showers after practice. We've nothing to be ashamed of, but there's a few
blokes who're hung at least as good as Georgie and I are, and Oliver made us
both look like first years."
Draco muttered something that was mostly unintelligible, allowing Fred only to
make sense of a few words. "Blaise...tiny... bloody hell ...never fit."
Fred's eyebrows went up as he tried hard not to laugh at the expression on
Draco's face. "What was that?"
Draco blushed and finally tore his gaze away from Fred's cock. "Just that
Blaise has a weanie of a cock, and that there's almost no bloody way you'd be
able to fit that in, well..." Draco trailed off, blushing brighter red.
Fred's eyes widened as his cock twitched again and he reminded himself firmly
that he was not going to pounce on Draco, even if he was completely gorgeous
and thinking about shagging. With him. Fred bit his lip as his cock throbbed
against his thigh, closing his eyes for a moment as he thought about the least
sexy thing he could think of, naked house elves. He shuddered at the mental
image and then opened his eyes again to look at Draco, proud of how calm he
sounded as he said, "I won't be doing anything with it that you need worry
about for quite a while yet, Dray, but whatever you're thinking about, it's
likely not as impossible as it seems. I know I never would have believed how
well some things work out before I tried them."
"What if I'm thinking of a blowjob?" Draco asked, glancing up at Fred, but not
really registering much other than the look in Fred's eyes before he gazed back
down at the beautifully contoured cock nestled in the auburn curls between
Fred's thighs, a look of intense concentration on his face.
Fred bit back a groan, watching Draco's face as he shifted to free one hand,
reaching up to lightly trail his fingertips along Draco's jaw. "I would have to
say no."
"But, it's just there, looking so perfect, so delectable, and I just want a
little lick," Draco replied in a dreamy tone, sounding almost as if he'd been
drugged even though there was a bright, hungry glint in his eyes. "Just one
little taste," he murmured then as he leaned forward, almost as if he was
bending down to examine Fred's aroused flesh in more detail.
Fred couldn't help a soft, strangled little laugh as he cupped his fingers
under Draco's chin to lift it and leaned forward to kiss Draco quickly, then
pulled back and looked into Draco's eyes. "Love, no, not today." Fred kissed
him again, lingering a moment, then murmured against his lips, "Maybe soon
though, okay? If you're sure."
Draco sighed against Fred's lips, giving in with a slight smile. "All right."
Fred smiled and kissed him again, just a soft press of lips, then pulled away,
grinning suddenly "Go on, eat. And I'm not on the menu."
Draco looked down once more, asking a bit wistfully, "You sure? I could happily
make a meal out of you."
Fred quickly moved to pull the tail of his shirt across his lap again, trying
to ignore the shiver of pleasure he felt as the material brushed against his
cock. "I'm sure, no matter how tempting you are." He paused and then repeated,
"Maybe soon, if you're really sure that's what you want, but not today, okay?"
"If that's what you think is right, Freddie." Draco moved backwards even though
everything in him wanted to climb into Fred's lap and grind away.
Fred watched Draco move away, seeing the reluctance in his posture and eyes,
and was quiet only a moment before he admitted seriously, "I'd like nothing
better than to let you do anything you want to do to me, love, but I don't want
you to regret it later. I don't think I could bear it."
"I know that I'm being silly," Draco replied with a little shrug, "it's just,
bloody hell man, you're hung like a centaur and the only thing I can think
about is that I want that," he pointed to Fred's crotch, "somewhere inside of
me much more than I should. I'm utterly hopeless."
Fred swallowed back a groan at the words 'inside of me' and shifted to sit
cross-legged, leaning forward a bit and letting his shirt fall to more
completely cover his still-throbbing cock as he made a mental note to find out
if there were any short-term arousal suppressing spells he could learn. "Not
hopeless, Dray, not really, unless you think I'm hopeless as well." He paused
and then blushed as he added honestly, "Half the time when I see you I want to
kiss you all over, the rest I want to just spread my legs and beg you to shag
me."
Draco blinked once and then his eyes widened as he slowly digested those words.
Picking up his food, he re-wrapped it and set it back in the basket along with
the corked bottle of butterbeer as he said, "You know something, Freddie? You
are really very sexy when you're being all noble, but now is not the time.
Nope, not at all." He reached over and took Fred's food and drink placed them
next to his in the basket, then shifted to sit back on his bottom and start
untying his bootlaces. "Really not the time to be so Gryffindorish."
Fred's eyes widened as he watched Draco, asking warily, "What are going on
about? And why are you taking off your boots?"
"I suggest you lose the shirt, and the socks, though adorable, have got to go
as well." Draco slipped the boots off and set them aside, then took his wand
and cast Obscuro on the glade, making it unlikely anyone would notice them even
if they walked along the path. Standing up, he began unbuttoning his shirt, but
he stopped when he finally noticed the gobsmacked expression on Fred's face,
raising an eyebrow at him. "Well? Are you going to sit there like a bump on a
log or are you going to join me?"
Fred opened and closed his mouth a few times, feeling rather like he was in one
of those dreams where the world was all inside out and backwards and only he
seemed to realize it, then finally managed to organize a complete thought.
"Join you where?" he asked, looking somewhere between lost and hopeful as he
watched Draco, wondering if maybe he'd fallen asleep at some point and was
dreaming.
Draco shrugged the slate blue shirt off and revealed his upper body to Fred,
who raptly followed the play of muscle under Draco's pale skin as Draco folded
the shirt and set it next to his boots. "You are going to touch me, and I'm
going to touch you, and if you don't cooperate, you will be hexed," Draco
stated firmly, the mischievous sparkle that had been lacking in his eyes coming
back full force as he began to undo the button on his jeans. "Resistance is
futile."
Fred realized suddenly that he quite liked Draco telling him what to do, and
then shuddered as he groaned out softly, "Bloody hell." He reached down to pull
off one of his mismatched socks without taking his eyes off of Draco's body.
"You do know that if you decide you regret this later, I'll be the one hexing
someone, right?"
Draco gave Fred the patented Malfoy smirk, replying calmly, "I don't think I'll
be regretting anything. Now, less talk, more undressing." He unzipped his jeans
and then pushed them down past his narrow hips, revealing the boxers that he
had acquired from his father's wardrobe just for today.
Fred let out a soft little whimper at the combination of the smirk and the
sight of Draco in nothing but a pair of black silk boxers, then moved his hands
quickly to start unbuttoning his shirt. "You're going to be the death of me."
He grinned suddenly, finally getting over some of his shock and seeing the
humor in the situation. "But, I think I'm going to die really, really happy."
Draco stepped out of his jeans and kicked them vaguely in the direction of his
boots, glad he had foregone wearing socks because they made his feet feel weird
in the boots. Straightening up, he hooked his thumbs in the boxers and shimmied
them down past his hips, letting gravity take its toll as he allowed them to
fall. He stepped out of them with a slight kick to the side that sent them to
join the rest of his clothes, then moved to stand in front of Fred with that
slight smirk again.
Fred licked his lips, staring up at Draco and completely forgetting that he was
supposed to be unbuttoning his shirt as he murmured softly, "Merlin, you're
beautiful."
Draco smiled and cleared his throat, trying to ignore his sudden blush. "Thank
you," he replied softly, and then teased, "I'd return the compliment but you
are still partly dressed."
Fred stared a moment longer before what Draco said really registered and he
blushed, looking down and starting to unbutton his shirt again. "I have a
feeling that forgetting to unbutton my shirt is just the beginning of the
things that will slip my mind around you, Dray."
Draco pushed the picnic basket further away and sat down next to Fred, grinning
as he got comfortable. "Don't worry, I'll be here to help remind you." He
rolled his head on his neck to relax the muscles there and then stretched out
along the blanket, waiting patiently to see more of Fred's body as it was
revealed.
Fred finished unbuttoning his shirt and shrugged out of it, letting it fall
behind him as he stared at Draco and said softly, "I meant it you know, when I
said you're beautiful." He shifted to lay on his side facing Draco, propping
himself up on one elbow, his other hand flexing a bit as he started to reach
out to Draco and then let it fall to rest on the blanket between them. "I think
you're very nearly perfect."
Draco reached over and picked up Fred's hand by the wrist, pulling it closer
and then resting it on his waist and letting go as he whispered softly, "It's
okay, Freddie. I want you to touch me. And you're more than perfect."
Fred gently stroked Draco's waist, loving the feel of smooth, warm skin under
his palm as he looked into Draco's eyes. "I'm not though, not even close."
"You are to me," Draco replied simply as he slowly lifted his hand and touched
Fred's chest, exploring it with his fingertips.
Fred moved slightly into Draco's touch as he changed the subject, asking, "Have
you ever done this before?" The question was motivated both by simple curiosity
and by wanting to know what Draco had done before so he'd have some idea what
he might be ready for now.
"Touching someone else's body?" Draco asked curiously, then when he received
Fred's nod, he answered, "Yes, a few times. Someone that I trust." He slowly
walked his fingers up the middle of Fred's chest until he touched his
collarbone, then gently stroked along it. "It was a good experience."
Fred allowed his hand to slowly roam up Draco's side, watching carefully for
any hint that he should stop as he half-asked the first name that popped into
his mind. "Harry?" Draco nodded and continued his exploration, mapping Fred's
shoulders with his fingertips, and Fred smiled, brushing his thumb across
Draco's nipple without really even thinking about it. "Good," he murmured as he
let his eyes roam over Draco's face. "Harry will have taken good care of you."
"He did. I asked him to show me how to get you to really want--" Draco broke
off as his face heated, embarrassed because he was about to talk about That
Night for the first time. He and Harry hadn't even really spoken about it to
each other, not in detail, and Draco wasn't sure how to put into words to
anyone else just how cherished and loved Harry had made him feel.
Fred noticed the hesitation and circled his thumb around Draco's nipple as he
murmured softly, "You don't need to tell me the particulars if you don't want
to, love. Just knowing that you've had a good experience is enough. I only
wanted to be sure you already knew it's not supposed to be the way Blaise
treated you." He gently pinched Draco's nipple between his thumb and
forefinger, enjoying the way Draco gasped and arched, then stroked slowly over
the smooth skin of Draco's chest as he teased, "And if you wanted to know how
to make me want you, it's safe to say that all you have to do is breathe."
Draco looked up at Fred, surprised. "Did you and he practice that line?"
Fred raised an eyebrow, smirking suddenly. "Why, did Harry say the same thing?"
Draco nodded his head, his fingers stroking over one of Fred's shoulders. "Word
for word."
Fred chuckled, his hazel eyes sparkling as he slid his hand upwards to stroke
slowly along the side of Draco's neck. "Well, I suppose I could act as though
we had, just to keep you guessing, but really that's just the simple truth.
Every time I see you I want you, no matter whether you look as completely
smashing as you do today, or as tousled and sleepy as you did last weekend when
you were curled up on Harry's bed while we all studied for exams. You're always
nothing short of breathtaking."
"I was looking rough and tumble, Freddie," Draco said with a smile, blushing.
"Nothing special."
Fred smiled back, trailing his fingertips along Draco's arm. "You were
beautiful with that soft sleepy look in your eyes and the boneless way you were
laying there, trying so hard to stay awake until we finished the last of the
Potions revisions so you could help us. I wanted so badly to pull you into my
lap and cuddle you, or to spoon up behind you on that bed and bury my nose in
your hair and hold you while you slept, but I couldn't. George teased me for
half an hour after we left, and I had to revise again the next morning to fix
the mistakes I made while I was watching you."
Draco scooted closer so that there was a bare inch between their bodies as he
continued playing with the muscles on Fred's arm. "You should've teased him
about how he kept sighing every time Harry reached for a quill," he murmured
with a shy smile. "It was quite sweet."
Fred grinned, running his hand along Draco's forearm as he replied teasingly,
"I might have, if I had seen my brother making calf-eyes at your brother. I was
too busy watching you and wishing I had the guts to get close to you."
"Now you have no excuse not to get closer, since you are myboyfriend." Draco
smiled a bit wider as he placed emphasis on the last part of his sentence, both
to let Fred know that was where he stood with him and because he loved finally
being able to call Fred that. "I expect for you to cuddle, snuggle, pet,
stroke, tease and kiss me whenever you get the urge. Well," he mentioned as an
after thought, "As long as my dads don't have their wands drawn."
Fred grinned even wider, his eyes sparkling with happiness and amusement. "I'd
be more worried if your Mum had hers drawn, thank you. I get the feeling your
dads remember a bit of what it was like to be teenagers, but your Mum still
thinks you're six." He leaned a bit closer, his gaze going to Draco's lips a
moment and then back to Draco's eyes as he asked, "Did you mean it, that I can
kiss you any time I like?" He paused slightly and then added, "Even around
Harry and George, I mean?"
"Mm-hmm," Draco agreed softly, his lips curved in a tiny smile as he leaned in
so their lips were little more than a hair's breadth apart. "Especially around
our voyeuristic brothers. I'd be offended if you didn't."
Fred smirked and whispered unnecessarily against his lips, "Oh good." He kissed
Draco softly then, moving his hand from Draco's arm to his waist, where his
thumb immediately began to stroke across the silky skin of Draco's side as
Draco kissed back with low humming noise. Draco let Fred keep their kiss light
and gentle at first as he pressed up against Fred's chest but after a few
moments he made a deeper noise and nipped gently at the older boy's lips,
coaxing them slowly open with little tongue licks. Fred let his lips part
against Draco's onslaught, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile as he
let Draco take control and slid his hand around to stroke Draco's back and urge
him closer, reveling in the feeling of having Draco's warm, lithe body pressing
up against his own.
Draco let out a soft, hungry moan as he felt the heated length of Fred's
erection nudge against his belly just above his own cock, instinctively sliding
one of his legs upwards to drape his thigh over Fred's hip, his foot hooking
over the strong calf as he crushed their bodies together even more tightly.
Draco slowly licked deeper into Fred's mouth then as Fred made a soft, hungry
noise into the kiss, sliding his tongue against Draco's as he rolled to his
back, pulling Draco with him so that Draco was resting on top of him. Fred ran
his hands up Draco's back then as Draco straddled Fred's hips, moving to get
himself comfortable as the hollows and plains of their bodies settled together
almost like puzzle pieces.
Fred shifted slightly as Draco relaxed bonelessly over him, shuddering and
sucking hungrily on Draco's tongue as the movement made their erections press
together between their bellies. Fred slowly ran his hands over the lean lines
of Draco's back as he let himself get lost in the feeling of Draco's body under
his hands and mouth on his. Fred had never been with someone light enough that
he could still breathe easily even with them draped over him and he found he
quite liked the sensation. Draco's weight was deliciously comforting on top of
him, reminding him of how he felt with George in the depths of winter at the
Burrow, curled together in their bed under a pile of blankets that weighed more
than they did. Of course, the blankets Fred had so loved sleeping under as a
child hadn't been a beautiful, living, breathing boy whose erection was
pressing against his own in such a way that even their breathing sent sparks
coursing through him.
Draco brought his hands up to rest them on Fred's chest, distracting Fred from
his thoughts as Draco stroked over his nipples and explored the plains of firm
muscle surrounding them, his fingers playing with the sparse smattering hair in
the middle of Fred's chest. Draco delighted in the unfamiliar feel of it
crinkling under his fingertips and against his palms, a tiny part of him
remembering that Sev had quite a bit of dark hair on his chest and wondering if
Harry would someday be as hairy. Draco had quite enjoyed exploring Harry's
body, but it was as smooth as his own other than the fact Harry had more hair
on his belly, and Draco found he liked Fred's more mature body a bit better.
Draco never would have thought that a little bit of body hair would make any
difference, but he loved the way it felt.
Fred sucked gently at Draco's lower lip one more time and then ended their kiss
as he laid his head back on the blanket. He looked up into Draco's eyes as he
stroked his back slowly and murmured with a soft, loving smile, "If you had any
idea how long I've dreamed of holding you and touching like this, you'd think I
was barmy."
Draco looked into Fred's eyes, blushing across the bridge of his nose to the
tips of his ears as he slid down a little, brushing their groins together as
Fred let out a soft noise and then settling with his chin on Fred's chest as he
smiled up at him. "I wouldn't. I've wanted you since even before I knew what it
meant that sometimes if I stared at you too long my pants would start to feel a
bit tight."
Fred chuckled softly at that admission and lifted one hand, moving it to run
his fingers through Draco's hair as he murmured, "I've often had the same
problem. You're so very beautiful, but it's much more than that, too. You know
what it's like to have a brother you share everything with, someone who owns
half your soul and is always, always there for you. Nobody else would ever
really understand that, I don't think."
Draco was silent a long moment then, looking into Fred's eyes as he ran a hand
over Fred's chest, then he finally said very softly, "Freddie... Can I ask you
something?"
Fred smiled and nodded, smoothing Draco's hair and then moving his hand up to
tuck it behind his head so it was easier to keep his gaze on Draco's face.
"Anything, love."
"Do you and George sometimes...." Draco trailed off, searching for the right
word before he went on, "touch each other?
Fred's eyebrows went up a bit as he asked with obvious surprise, "Harry hasn't
told you?"
"It wasn't for Harry to tell," Draco replied simply. "Nothing specific anyway."
Fred looked into Draco's eyes a moment and then nodded. "You're right, I
guess." He paused and took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "Well, we've
slept together since we were born, except for at the very beginning of first
year. You'll remember that George was in a fight our first night here?" Draco
nodded, and then Fred went on quietly, "Well, McGonagall made us stay
completely apart after that until even the boys who had made fun of us were
begging her to leave us be. We couldn't sleep, we barely ate, and neither of us
could do even the simplest spells in class. When she let us return to our
normal habit of being together constantly everyone could tell the difference in
us. She's not separated us since, no matter how much trouble we got into,
though she has threatened it a few times."
Fred paused and ran the fingers of his free hand through Draco's hair, knowing
all of that wasn't really what Draco had been asking, then finally he went on
softly, "I suppose we were among the youngest in our House to discover sex,
mostly because we always slept tangled together. We began reacting to the
contact, and it felt good so we experimented. We've been kissing and touching
for years now." He hesitated slightly again and then added very softly, "And
we've been making love since fifth year, after we saw Oliver shagging Andy
Kirke in the showers after a Quidditch match and George wanted to try it."
Draco remained quiet a few more moments, obviously thinking about something,
then he asked, "Do you do it because you love each other, or because you need
to release some tension?"
Fred didn't hesitate at all. "Dray, if it was just getting off, I'd get with
someone my Mum would approve of, or else just wank."
"So you do it out of love," Draco half-asked, nodding his head as if that
settled whatever it was that he was thinking.
Fred nodded too, looking into Draco's eyes as he asked softly, "Didn't you?"
Draco smiled. "What limited things that I've done, yes." He stroked the tips of
his fingers along Fred's jaw, adding, "And I don't mind at all if you still
sleep with him."
Fred smiled and teased gently, "You'd better not, I can't sleep alone and we'd
both be expelled if I slept with you every night."
Draco lightly thumped Fred's chin, trying not to laugh. "I meant that I don't
mind if you continue having sex with George. I know you two do it because you
love each other too much not to, so I won't even blink twice about it." Draco
grinned impishly. "Besides, I don't want you getting blue balls."
Fred chuckled softly. "That's good, because I don't either." He grinned and
added, "And besides, I've no doubt you'll want a bit of a cuddle with Harry
occasionally. I know how much you love him, and you might be more comfortable
exploring some things with him." He paused again and then qualified, "Well,
once he and George get that far so Harry knows what he's doing."
Draco's expression suddenly grew stubborn as he shook his head and spoke, his
tone firm even though his words were almost too quiet to hear. "I'm saving that
for you. Harry's just teaching me about blowjobs and things."
Something in Fred's eyes softened as he took his hand out from under his head
to trail his fingertips along Draco's cheek and whispered back softly, "I'll
take good care of you when the time comes, Dray, I promise."
"I know you will," Draco replied with a smile, his eyes full of trust. "I trust
you, Freddie."
"You should." Fred smiled back, his eyes full of gentleness as he murmured
softly, "I love you, you know."
"I've been told a time or two that I'm lovable," Draco replied, beaming at Fred
even as he blushed and then burying his face against Fred's chest when Fred
laughed and kissed the top of Draco's head.
"I stand by my description of you," Fred murmured against his hair, laughter
still heavily lacing his tone. "You're simply perfect."
Draco pressed a tiny kiss on Fred's chest and then smiled as he pressed his
cheek to the warm flesh, pleased that he had made him laugh. He loved to listen
to Fred's laugh, and right now something in him needed to hear it almost as
much as he thought Fred needed to laugh. Fred was one of those people who was
almost always happy and Draco thought he should never be as upset or as serious
as he'd been for the last hour, so he was almost unreasoningly happy that it
seemed like it might be over.
Fred smiled as he felt Draco relax completely over him again and tucked one
hand behind his head again as the other continued to gently stroke Draco's
back, loving the fact that he could finally hold him as he'd wanted to do for
so long. Even if they didn't go beyond simply holding each other like this -
- which, actually, was a lot farther than Fred had thought they'd get any time
soon -- for months, Fred was going to be perfectly happy. He'd meant every word
when he told Draco that just being able to hold his hand and tell him how much
he cared about him was enough to make him happy. He wanted more of course, but
he thought everyone who saw Draco probably wanted more, and they weren't going
to be getting it either.
They laid there for a while in complete silence other than the soft sounds of
their breathing, and Fred had pretty much decided that Draco must have fallen
asleep when Draco, sounding very much awake, suddenly asked, "Fred? Can I ask
you another question or ten?"
Fred nodded slightly, smiling as he shifted the arm tucked behind his head to
prop it up a bit more, leaning his head to one side so he could see more of
Draco's face. "Of course, love. Ask away."
Draco toyed with the hair on Fred's chest, not looking up at him as he smiled
shyly. "What do you think of the name Efredia?"
 
 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
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Draco chuckled at something that Fred whispered his ear as they carried the
basket full of potion ingredients back towards Hogwarts in the twilight.
Draco's shirt was decidedly rumpled and looked as if he had just thrown it back
on, and a few bits of grass were caught up in his tousled hair, hinting rather
strongly that he'd been rolling around in the grass very recently. There was a
bright sparkle in his eyes and he was almost glowing with happiness because
he'd had a wonderful afternoon and evening, and he had a decidedly sappy grin
on his face that would have had Harry teasing him in a heartbeat, if he saw it.
Fred was walking with one arm around Draco, grinning and looking just as happy
as Draco did. He also had bits of grass in his hair and on his clothes, which
were just as rumpled as Draco's were if not more so, and there was something
about the way he was carrying himself as they started up the stairs to the main
doors that said he was extremely proud of himself.
Fred leaned closer to Dray again then, nuzzling his hair with a smirk. Draco
moved his face around and kissed his boyfriend, then whispered with a little
grin, "Stop that, we have to get back to the dungeons."
Fred kissed him again, grinning against Draco's lips as he murmured, "We'll get
there... Eventually."
Draco giggled slightly and nipped gently at Fred's bottom lip, then heard a
throat clearing nearby and started, turning to look as he felt his face heating
up.
Remus had been on his way out to find Hagrid and ask him about getting his help
with a class trip into the Forbidden Forest, but when he opened the main doors
and saw Fred and Draco standing there in the twilight kissing and looking like
they'd just had a rather thorough tumble in the bushes, his plans changed.
"Boys, don't you think you could find a better place for that? Especially since
Minerva is on the warpath again tonight?"
Draco shifted the basket in his hands, his face flaming as he stammered, "Uhm,
hi Uncle Remy."
Fred looked up at Remus, trying to ignore his own slight blush. "Evening, sir.
Professor McGonagall's unhappy?"
Remus pursed his lips slightly, trying not to chuckle at the look on Draco's
face. "Hello Draco, Fred. Yes, she's spitting fire. Seems that Katie Bell was
found in the Prefects' bathing room in a, uhm, compromisingposition with Roger
Davies. Minerva's determined to catch any of her other charges who might be
breaking the rules, and George and yourself are at the top of her list." Remus
pulled his wand and waved it, cleaning the boys up before he added, "I heard
her say something about you and George disappearing hours ago, Fred, and I
believe she has Peeves looking for you as well."
Fred looked rather more relieved than anyone should at hearing that. "Oh good,
had me worried there for a bit. Peeves won't help her catch us, we're mates."
Draco blushed a bit more at the way the cleaning spell tingled. "And George is
studying with Harry, but Peeves can't get into the family suite after Papa set
up the wards to keep him out."
Remus quirked one eyebrow at the boys, looking amused as he asked dryly,
"Studying, eh?"
Draco smiled slightly at Remus and echoed, "Studying."
Remus snorted softly, his amber eyes twinkling. "And I suppose you and Fred
here were just taking a walk, eh?"
Fred tried not to grin but didn't manage very well as Draco lifted the basket
up a little, giving Remus an innocent smile. "We were gathering potions
ingredients for Papa and Mum."
Remus couldn't help a chuckle as he opened the door wider and waved the boys up
the stairs. "Well, at least you've a good excuse."
Fred put one hand at the small of Draco's back, urging him up the stairway as
he grinned at Remus and said, "We did take a long walk, sir, honestly."
Remus gave Fred an amused look as the boys went through the doorway. "Before,
or after?"
Fred tried to ignore the fresh blush on Draco's cheeks and his own as he
replied truthfully, "Both. We took a long walk along the lake, then we had
lunch and gathered some herbs and plants for the Potions Professors before we
started back."
Remus looked searchingly at the two boys and then smiled, deciding he liked
what he saw. "Very good, then. Do remember not to give Minerva any reason to
scold either of you, please? She'd not look kindly right now on one of her
seventh years dating either of the Malfoy-Snape boys."
Draco muttered, "The old cat would do better go get shagged by Grandpa Albus
and leave us alone."
Remus laughed, surprised. "Draco, really!"
"You and I both know it's true," Draco replied, beet red but looking almost
annoyed. "A good knobbing and she'll be more polite than Colin Creevey trying
to get into Papa's pants."
Remus looked somewhere between shocked and amused as he tried not to laugh,
asking incredulously, "Draco, what's come over you?"
"Nothing." Draco gave his beloved uncle his best Slytherinly smirk as he
glanced out the corner of his eye at Fred, adding almost as an afterthought,
"Yet."
Fred snickered a bit, trying very hard to keep a straight face.
Remus looked from Draco to Fred and back again, then laughed. "I don't want to
be anywhere in the vicinity when your mother finds out about this, Draco. I
know absolutely nothing about it."
"Deal," Draco replied cheerfully, grinning as he winked at Remus in an almost
flirtatious manner.
Remus snorted softly, smiling and thinking that Fred was very good for Draco,
but that the two of them might well not be good for the rest of the school.
"You had best go and let George know that McGonagall is on the warpath. You've
barely an hour until curfew, and if they've been... studying ... for the last
three hours they just might need a bit of time to get, uhm, organized."
Fred snickered and muttered, "Or awake."
Remus laughed. "Yes, exactly." He turned as if to go, then turned back, looking
Fred in the eye as he said more firmly, "You boys will take good care of them."
Fred's expression immediately become much more serious as he nodded. "Wizard's
honor, sir."
Remus smiled, looking just a bit relieved. "Good then. For what it's worth, you
have our blessing." He turned to go again, calling over his shoulder, "Have a
good evening boys, and stay out of trouble!"
"G'night, Uncle Remy," Draco replied, grinning as he nudged Fred with his
elbow.
Fred grinned at Draco and then looked towards Remus' retreating back as he
called, "Good night sir."
Remus waved over his shoulder at them and continued on down the hall.
Fred turned his attention back to Draco. "Come on then, love, we'd best get
going. He had a good point about only having an hour to get them presentable
and get Georgie and myself back to our dorm."
"You'll be there before McGonagall can even sneeze your name," Draco replied
with a happy smile, starting towards the dungeons again.
Fred grinned and walked along at Draco's side. "If we're quick about it, she'll
not have any reason to be saying my name."
"Then you better hurry up," Draco teased as they started down the stairs,
balancing the basket on one arm so that it was between them as they walked,
mostly to keep either of them from being tempted to stop and start kissing
again.
Fred reached over the basket to poke Draco in the ribs, laughing. "I'm keeping
up with you, and I can't get into your parents' wards without you, so why do I
need to hurry?"
Draco gave him a mock-condescending look. "Freddie, we have to hurry because
you and I both know that George and Harry are probably chasing each other
around the suite naked by now."
Fred snickered, his hazel eyes sparkling. "Actually, I expect they're wound
down to the cuddling stage. They've had quite a while to do the running about."
"But still naked I bet," Draco replied, trying to look serious even though
there was a bright mischievous glint in his eyes as he led Fred through the
labyrinth of the dungeons.
Fred smirked and tried not to laugh, lagging behind a bit and letting his gaze
roam over Draco's body as he followed him along the hallway. "Of course...
Naked's the most fun."
Draco snickered and didn't reply, deciding it would be best to drop that train
of thought before they got too distracted by it, and continued through the
hallways, eventually stopping in front of the family suite. When he reached the
portrait of the Bloody Baron -- before he was bloody -- he paused and out of
habit glanced around to make sure no one but Fred was nearby, then whispered
the pass-phrase. "In veritas draconis."
Fred took advantage of Draco's pause at the portrait to step up behind him and
rest his hands on Draco's waist, nuzzling the back of his neck as he murmured
with a grin, "Very fitting password love."
Draco looked over his shoulder, smiling back at Fred as the portrait swung open
and the portal behind it widened to allow their passage. "It's my personal one.
Papa thought it would be a good idea for Harry and I to have our own."
Fred chuckled softly and kissed Draco quickly, then rested his chin on Draco's
shoulder and let Draco tow him into the room. "Smart. Do they work only for the
two of you?"
"Yes," Draco replied with a smile, "Dad set the wards so they would recognize
us only." Draco set the basket of herbs on the living room table, looking
around warily for any signs of his parents had returned unexpectedly.
Fred let him go, pretending to pout. "Damn, no sneaking in then."
Draco turned around, satisfied that the parents weren't there yet, and reached
for Freddie, drawing him close. "Unfortunately."
Fred wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, grinning. "Well, at least we can
sneak into the dorms."
"Mm-hmm." Tilting his head to the side, Draco leaned forward and kissed Fred,
taking his time as Fred kissed back gently, reveling in the feel of having
Draco in his arms. Draco pecked Fred's lips gently as he pulled away after a
few minutes, smiling shyly and feeling flushed as he murmured, "I like doing
that."
Fred smiled back, the look in his eyes soft and loving. "So do I."
Draco reached up and stroked Fred's cheek with the tips of his fingers. "If I
kiss you again, I'll forget about Harry and George and you'll get in trouble
with McGonagall."
Fred smiled and leaned into Draco's touch a bit, getting a twinkle of mischief
in his eyes. "Wouldn't be the first time."
"True," Draco admitted with a smile, "but I have a vested interest in you not
being in trouble."
Fred grinned suddenly, running one hand up Draco's back. "Oh yeah?"
Draco nodded, returning the grin. "Yeah. Now let's get the two lovebirds in
some sort of working order so you can get back to your dorms and Harry and I
can talk shop."
Fred smirked and echoed, "'Talk shop'? Going to compare notes, eh?"
Draco returned the smirk, his pale blue eyes dancing with amusement. "Like you
and George aren't?"
"Did I say that?" Fred asked, his smirk not fading a bit.
Draco leaned up and licked the tip of Fred's nose, then pulled back, grinning.
"Just making sure. Now come on."
Fred's expression suddenly got very wicked. "Are we going to knock or just
surprise them?"
"It's my room, too," Draco said, smirking wickedly at Fred. "Besides, it's not
like I haven't seen Harry naked, and I'm guessing George looks just like you."
Fred smirked. "Well, you'd be guessing correctly, for the most part. He's
usually got a few more interesting hickeys though, he quite likes being
bitten."
Draco raised an eyebrow and then gave his head a slight shake. "Nope, I don't
want to know. Really I don't." Fred snickered at that and Draco brushed a soft
kiss at the corner of Fred's mouth, then reached down to pat the front of
Fred's pants gently as he teased, "And I know you'll need that taken care of,
especially since you wouldn't let me do it."
Fred grinned wickedly and stepped closer. "I'll think about you in my shower
tonight, if you'll think about me." He paused and then added with a little
laugh, "Or even if you don't, but it'd be nice to think of you all wet and
panting, touching yourself and thinking about me."
Draco caressed Fred's half-hard erection once more before taking his hand away
regretfully as he smiled and murmured, "You are as much of a tease as I am, I
think. I'll be thinking of you when I wank, I promise."
Fred leaned even closer and kissed Draco quickly, then whispered softly against
his lips, "Maybe soon we'll be able to do that together."
Draco smiled and nodded, kissing Fred once more before he pulled away a bit
further and echoed wistfully, "Yeah, soon."
Fred looked searchingly into Draco's eyes but didn't say anything, trying to
decide if he was doing the right thing by insisting they go slow even though he
knew they both wanted more. Draco saw the questioning look in his eyes and gave
him an open smile full of understanding and more than a little bit of
gratitude, and Fred decided he was doing the right thing for Draco. It wasn't
going to be easy to walk that fine line between not enough and too much, but
Fred knew it would be worth it. Draco was worth anything.
Fred smiled, kissing the tip of Draco's nose and then resting his forehead
against Draco's as he said cheerfully, "I love you, you know."
"I know." Draco smiled, grateful that Fred could so freely admit that as he
added tentatively, "I think I could possibly be completely and utterly in love
with you, too."
Fred smiled back, something gentle and patient in his eyes as he replied in the
same cheerful tone, "I hope so, it'd be kind of lonely being in love all
alone."
Draco chuckled softly and rubbed his nose against Fred's. "Wouldn't want you
getting lonely."
Fred grinned and nuzzled Draco's nose, then his grin faded a bit as he said
reluctantly, "We really do need to get those two moving. If they're asleep it
might take a bit to persuade George he really has to get dressed."
"Definitely," Draco replied with a sigh as he pulled away, knowing that if he
remained in Fred's arms much longer he wasn't going to leave them at all.
Fred reluctantly let go of Draco, nodding. "Remind me to give Katie hell for
sending the old cat on a rampage."
Draco smiled and nodded as he said, "You got it."
Draco turned away then and headed towards his and Harry's bedroom with Fred
following right behind him, both of them pausing as Draco opened the door
quietly. Draco smiled when he saw his brother and George were curled up
together in Harry's bed, glad that they looked as good as he had always thought
they would. Somehow, knowing that Harry and George looked so right together
made Draco more certain that he and Fred were perfect for each other, too.
Harry and George were both sound asleep, Harry's back pressed against George's
chest while George spooned up behind him with one arm wrapped around Harry's
waist holding him close. Both of them were naked with the covers kicked into a
carelessly tangled pile that hung halfway off of the foot of the bed, and their
clothes were scattered across the floor around the bed, obviously shed in a
hurry. Harry's glasses were on the table by the bed, laying on top of two wands
and next to a small open pot of lubricant that hinted as to what had gone on
before the two on the bed finally fell asleep.
Fred moved closer to Draco then and leaned to look over his shoulder as he slid
his arms around Draco's waist, murmuring into his ear, "They look beautiful
together, don't they?" He paused slightly, then added, "Like they belong
together I mean."
Draco leaned back against Fred, smiling at the tableau in front of them as he
whispered softly, "I think they were made for each other."
Fred smiled and nodded slightly, kissing the corner of Draco's jaw before
resting his cheek against Draco's as he murmured softly, "I wonder if we look
like that?"
Draco moved one hand to rest on Fred's arm. "I like to think that we do."
Fred moved his other hand to cover Draco's, smiling as Draco squeezed his arm.
They both just stood in silence for few moments, taking in the way their
brothers looked together, but after a little while Fred nuzzled Draco's cheek
with a soft sigh and murmured softly, "We should wake them."
"Maybe McGonagall would let you two stay over tonight," Draco whispered
hopefully, "If we get Mum, Papa, and Dad's permission I mean."
Fred kissed Draco's cheek, loving that he wanted them to stay as he whispered
back softly, "She might on a weekend just to get us out of her hair, but I
doubt she would allow it when we've classes the next day."
Draco sighed. "You're right. Okay, we'll sneak you up into the tower." He
pulled away from Fred then, moving forward a step as he added, "Come on, let's
wake the sleeping beauties." He didn't wait for a reply before he cupped his
hands around his mouth and then yelled loudly into the room, "This is the
Police, we've got you surrounded!"
Harry jerked and tried to jump up but got tangled up with George's feet,
landing in the floor by the bed on his arse rather hard as he let out a yelp,
looking around wide-eyed.
Fred laughed and applauded. "Oh, bravo."
George opened one eye and looked at Draco, mumbling, "That's the last time you
watch those bleedin' American shows on Dad's idiot box."
Fred snickered at that and moved into the room to start gathering clothes,
throwing them at George as he picked them up. "Get your lazy arse out of bed,
Georgie. McGonagall's on the warpath and we've got to get back."
Harry grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around himself, blushing as he gave
Draco a dirty look and muttered, "You're evil."
Draco blew a kiss to Harry and smirked wickedly, his blue eyes twinkling as he
headed into the bathroom to get Harry's robe. "I love you too, Harry."
George grumbled and got to his feet, then helped Harry up too and wrapped his
arms around him, kissing Harry and licking into his mouth. Harry made a soft
pleased noise and sucked at George's tongue as he lifted both hands to wrap his
arms around George's neck, letting the sheet fall to the floor. George ran his
hands over Harry's bare back then and down to cup his arse, pulling him closer
as Harry melted against him and then growling softly when Harry bit gently at
his tongue.
Fred tossed George's jeans onto Harry's bed and then flopped down on Draco's,
stretching out on his side. He watched Harry and George with a smirk as he said
conversationally, "Y'know, as nice as you two are to watch, you'll never get
dressed at this rate."
Draco came back with Harry's robe then and shook his head, moving past George
and Harry. He reached out on his way by to pinch Harry's butt, laughing when
Harry squeaked and then flipped him off over George's shoulder. Fred snickered
again and scooted over a bit on Draco's bed, patting the space in front of him.
Draco pushed Fred to his back and climbed onto lap instead, straddling his hips
as he smirked down at him and said, "I think they really like kissing, don't
you?"
Fred grinned up at Draco, resting both hands on Draco's waist as he replied,
"About as much as we do, I'd guess, only they've had more practice."
Harry squeaked and pulled away from George's kiss to look past his shoulder at
Fred and Draco, watching them wide-eyed.
Draco smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at Fred. "So true. Might as well catch
up on our... practicing."
George turned then to look at Fred and Draco, smiling. "Well blow me to next
month, you two finally got together. It's about bloody time!"
Harry started grinning like an idiot as Fred lifted his hands to lace his
fingers together behind Draco's neck, not bothering to look at George and Harry
as he said teasingly, "Why Georgie, you're becoming a master of stating the
obvious." Draco ignored the others as well as he leaned down and kissed Fred's
jaw, nipping at it gently as he moved his hands to rest on Fred's chest.
George smirked. "Smartarse."
Fred smirked a little bit, running his fingers through Draco's hair as he
murmured, "Among other things." He moved then to catch Draco's lips with his
own, kissing him lovingly as Draco let out a soft, happy noise and melted
against him.
"I don't think they'll be lonely anymore," Harry murmured to George, grinning
from ear to ear. He wrapped his arms around George's waist, leaning against
George's back and watching Fred and Draco over his shoulder.
Draco licked softly at Fred's lips, purring almost like a cat when Fred smiled
and parted his lips against Draco's in conscious invitation.
George grinned and put his hands on Harry's where they rested against his belly
as he murmured, "I think you're right, baby."
Draco tilted his head to the side then and slipped his tongue into Fred's
mouth, tasting him as his long fingers rubbed circles against Fred's strong
chest. Fred growled and bit teasingly at Draco's tongue, then licked into his
mouth slowly.
Harry grinned and kissed George's shoulder, murmuring, "Dray seems to be over
his shyness."
Draco sucked on the end of Fred's tongue then turned his head to look at George
and Harry, smirking. "Now that we've got your attention, George needs to get
dressed and then these two need to get back to the tower so we can talk shop
about how great our boyfriends are."
Harry snickered and let go of George to reach for the robe Draco had laid on
the bed for him. "And climbing in the middle of your new boyfriend was the only
way you could think of to get our attention?"
"Hey!" Fred exclaimed, laughing. "Don't discourage him, I quite like how he got
your attention!"
Draco pretended not to hear Fred as he smirked at Harry. "Worked didn't it?"
George grabbed jeans and started pulling them on. "True. You two look good
together."
Harry grinned and sat down on the bed, watching George get dressed as he said,
"Freddie, I couldn't discourage Dray now if I tried, not that I ever would."
George zipped up his jeans and winked at Harry teasingly, running one hand over
his belly and up to his chest as he reached for his t-shirt with the other
hand.
Draco leaned down and whispered something in Fred's ear that only he could
hear, then smirked and pulled back. Fred blushed bright red, watching Draco's
smirking face as he muttered, "I think we've created a monster."
Harry wriggled his eyebrows at George and flipped up a corner of his robe,
flashing the inside of one thigh and just a bit of his cock. George growled as
he dropped the shirt that he was picking up to start moving towards Harry again
with a predatory little grin.
Draco caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to
look at the other bed, laughing. "Hey you wanker, no time for that! Up and out,
I need to discuss with my brother how utterly fabulous my boyfriend is."
Harry grinned and leaned towards George as he said, "There's always time for
that, Dray. Why don't you tell your boyfriend how fabulous he is, and let me
snog mine a bit?"
Fred snickered, watching Harry and George. "Oh, they're a perfect match, all
right."
"That they are," Draco agreed with a snort, taking out his wand and aiming it
at Harry and George, muttering something under his breath just as George kissed
Harry.
George and Harry both yelped as they received a nasty shock on the lips, then
George jerked back and exclaimed, "Bloody Hell!"
"Draco!" Harry gave his brother a dirty look.
Fred snickered, patting Draco's thigh. "You'll have to teach me that one, love.
I'm so using it on Katie."
"Like I said, Harry, no time for that," Draco said, smirking. He winked at Fred
and hopped off his lap, heading towards the desk to get something as he added,
"Get dressed, George."
George gave Draco a dirty look and moved towards where he'd dropped his shirt.
"One day, Draco, I'm going to get you with a dungbomb just to hear you yell."
Fred rolled to his side and grinned cheerfully at George. "Not if you don't
want to have to sleep with one eye open, you won't. I quite like how he
smells."
Harry scooted back against the head of his bed and picked up his pillow,
hugging it to his chest and smiling as he inhaled George's scent from it,
letting his eyes roam over George's muscular body as George bent to pick his
shirt up.
George muttered something under his breath, glaring playfully at Draco, then
slipped his shirt on as he looked at his twin. "Well, think of it like this,
Freddie: until he takes this spell off, I can't kiss you either."
Draco climbed back onto the bed as Fred smirked at George and said, "Not on the
mouth."
Draco tried not to snicker, watching George get dressed as he said, "Now that I
see him, you two don't look anything alike."
Fred turned his head and grinned impishly at Draco. "Georgie says I'm the
handsome one."
Harry giggled a little at that, hiding most of his face behind his pillow so
that all the others could see were his sparkling green eyes. "George is
biased."
Draco pretended not to hear Harry, smiling at Fred as he said cheerfully, "That
you are, love. George has more muscle in his chest though, and you're slimmer
in the waist, so it's really rather obvious who is who."
Fred shifted to fold his arms behind his head, grinning up at Draco. "That's
because he's half pig, and he quite likes showing off for Harry during
Quidditch matches. I hardly ever have to swat the Bludger anymore, but nobody
but Harry has noticed 'cause sweet Georgie looks just like me. I just dart
around and look pretty while he does all the work."
George threw his rolled up socks at Fred. "Oi! Did you have to say that?" He
gave Fred a dirty look and finished buttoning up his shirt as he added, "You
make me sound like that ponce Lockhart."
Draco carefully rubbed an odd-looking coin between his fingers, trying not to
laugh as Fred smirked at George and replied cheerfully, "If the shoe fits,
dearest twin of mine..."
Harry giggled into his pillow, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
George stuck his tongue out at Fred and then looked down in surprise and
crossed his eyes. "Th' hell?" He stuck his tongue out again, mesmerized by the
sparks dancing on the tip of it.
Draco ignored George's antics, tapping his wand against the coin and muttering
an invisibility spell while Harry watched George over his pillow, still
giggling a bit.
Fred smirked, taking his attention off of the goofy face George was making to
look curiously at Draco, wondering what he was doing.
Draco handed Fred the coin and then watched as Fred slowly turned invisible
before nodding in satisfaction. "That should get you two back to the dorms
without being seen."
Fred stared down at his invisible body for a moment and then exclaimed,
"Wicked!"
Harry lifted his head a bit to rest his chin on his pillow, looking towards
where Fred should have been as he grinned and said, "Just don't let any of the
professors see it, especially our parents. We got the spell from one of Dad's
books we aren't supposed to have read, and they'd be sure to recognize it."
Draco nodded quickly, adding, "He'd ground us for sure. We'd graduate by the
time we were allowed out of our room again."
"You might be a great addition to our family after all, Dray," George said
teasingly as he reached over and ruffled Draco's hair with a chuckle. "We'll be
careful. Now, if only you remove this damnable jinx so I can kiss Harry good
night."
Harry giggled. "It wears off. Papa and Mum use it on their rounds to make sure
the students they catch snogging don't start again as soon as they're out of
sight."
George sighed and stepped into his shoes as he looked at Harry. "Tomorrow then,
love?"
Draco felt the bed shift then as Fred moved and looked towards where he thought
Fred was, squeaking when he felt Fred's invisible hand cup his crotch. He
blushed hotly when George and Harry looked at him, trying hard to look innocent
and letting out a little relieved sigh when they looked back at each other.
"It only takes a few minutes to wear off, not hours," Harry said with a smile
for George, then stuck his tongue out and crossed his eyes to look at the end
and see if it was still sparking.
Fred was oblivious to the other two as he smirked and slowly stroked Draco
through his jeans, causing Draco to bite into his bottom lip. Fred shifted his
grip then and Draco had to stifle a groan as he shifted, pressing into Fred's
hand without being obvious about it. "We need more of these lovely spelled
coins," Fred murmured, quite enjoying Draco's reactions.
George smirked when he saw that Harry's tongue was back to normal and swooped
in to kiss him soundly as Harry giggled, lifting his hands to drape his arms
around George's neck and ignoring the noises from the other bed.
Fred shifted up onto his knees, stroking the growing bulge at Draco's crotch
teasingly as he leaned close to whisper in his ear, "I'll be thinking about you
in my shower tonight, like I promised." Fred gave Draco's cock a gentle
squeeze, enjoying the way it throbbed against his palm, and then Draco
whimpered softly when Fred made himself move his hand to Draco's waist as he
kissed him lovingly.
Draco sighed happily into Fred's mouth, kissing back as he lifted his hands to
press them against Fred's chest and swayed closer to him. Fred smiled against
Draco's lips, kissing back slowly and forgetting that the coin he was holding
was important as he dropped it on the bed to slide his fingers into Draco's
hair.
George reached up and stroked Harry's face lightly, then gave him another soft
kiss before he pulled back with a smile. "G'night, baby."
Harry smiled back at George, his green eyes sparkling. "Good night."
Harry kissed George quickly one last time and George smiled against his lips
then pulled away, looking into Harry's eyes. "I'll see you tomorrow." Harry
nodded, smiling, and George turned around, only mildly surprised that Fred was
visible again as he said, "Okay, Cassanova, time to go. Stop feeling Dray up."
Draco purred and pressed closer to Fred, who ignored George as he sucked gently
at Draco's lower lip, sliding the hand on Draco's hip around to the small of
his back.
Harry grinned at George and asked cheerfully, "Should I zap them? Papa taught
me the spell, too..."
George shook his head, smirking. "I know a way to snap him out of it."
Harry grinned, looking interested. "Ooh, how?"
George walked over to the other bed where Fred and Draco were still completely
absorbed in kissing each other and slid one hand down the back of Fred's jeans,
wiggling a finger around until he found what he was looking for.
Fred hissed, breaking his contact with Dray's mouth and letting out a soft
groan as he moved back into the pressure, giving George a dirty look over his
shoulder. "That's hittin' below the belt, that is."
Harry snickered as George grinned at his twin and said, "Come on, Freddie,
let's leave them to talk shop. I have a feeling you'll want to talk about some
things yourself." George leaned over and kissed Draco on the forehead, then
smiled and whispered to him, "Thank you for making him happy, Dray."
Draco blushed and accepted George's kiss, simply nodding because he didn't feel
quite right saying 'you're welcome'.
Fred wriggled a bit against George's hand and gave his twin a dirty look as he
muttered, "Might be a bit easier to get out of bed if you weren't feeling me
up, Georgie."
George grinned innocently at his twin and slid his hand back out of Fred's
jeans. "Just needed to make sure I had your attention, Freddie."
Fred stuck his tongue out at George and then turned back to Draco, leaning to
kiss him gently and then giving him a sweet smile. "I love you."
Draco smiled sweetly at Freddie, feeling the warmth flooding his chest as he
looked into Fred's eyes and tried to find the words to say what he was feeling.
Harry laid his pillow aside and got up, moving to stand near the foot of
Draco's bed by George, who smiled and wrapped arms around Harry, whispering,
"Love you."
Harry slid his arms around George's waist, smiling up at him. "I love you,
too."
Fred kissed Draco's lips quickly and then grabbed the coin and climbed off the
bed, moving over to George and Harry and leaning past George's arm to kiss
Harry's cheek, then grinning at him. "Thank you." He grabbed George's hand and
tugged it, adding, "C'mon you, we gotta go, it's getting late."
George kissed Harry once more and then let Fred pull him away, feeling the
coin's magic start seeping into him as he said, "Goodnight, baby."
Harry smiled and watched George begin to disappear. "Good night."
Draco waved a little at the rapidly fading Fred then, looking thoroughly
debauched on the bed as Fred grinned at Draco and faded from view. "Night,
Dray."
Draco smiled and whispered, "Night, Freddie."
George faded away too a moment later and then Harry and Draco listened
carefully as their footsteps headed towards the door, watching it open then
close. A few moments later the main suite door closed and then Draco fell back
on the bed squealing like a girl at her first boyband concert as he waved his
hands and kicked his feet, looking completely ridiculous.
Harry laughed and threw himself down across the end of Draco's bed, laying on
his back and grinning like an idiot at the ceiling as he hugged himself. "We
are the luckiest guys ever."
Draco turned over suddenly and cuddled up against Harry's side, giggling and
bouncing on the bed. "Ever, ever, ever."
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, giggling. "Oh Merlin, I don't know which I
want more. To tell you what happened with us, or find out how you and Freddie
got from 'hi' to letting him feel you up."
"You go first," Draco said eagerly, blue eyes bright with enthusiasm.
Harry grinned and started with when George got to their room, his voice
trailing off into the night as he held Draco and whispered only for him to
hear, telling him all about the evening amidst blushing and giggling from both
of them. They became so involved in talking about the twins and what had
happened with each of them that night that they were oblivious when their
parents got home after midnight. The usually off-putting sounds of Sev, Luc,
and Lily celebrating the ending of a good evening away from the castle didn't
even register to the boys. The sudden silence when one of the adults finally
remembered a silencing charm, which normally would have been cause for Harry
and Draco to rejoice, went by completely ignored.
Harry and Draco were too enthralled in their conversation to care if the castle
was falling down, as long as it didn't interrupt any fascinating details.
 
 
~End
 
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