Rated R

Pairings: HP/DM HP/TR


Broken Angel

Chapter 11: Draco’s Bedroom


Harry shifted around onto his back in the bed. He placed his hands behind his head and sighed. Draco mirrored him and kicked off his shoes. "If you're going to sit on my bed, at least take you shoes off, Harry." he said.

Harry sat up. "Oh, sorry." he replied, pulling his shoes off. He laid back down and rolled back over,

facing him. "What are you thinking about?" he asked.

Draco rolled back to face Harry. "I was thinking about your friends. Weasel and the mudblood. How nervous they were when they couldn't find you in the train. I don't think anyone has ever been that worried about me before. Well, maybe my mother."

Harry frowned. He didn't know what upset him worse, hearing the words "weasel and mudblood', or that Draco didn't have anyone to care about him.

"I don't know what to say, Draco." He replied softly.

"Me either. Anyways, don't you want to hear about school?" he asked, purposefully reverting the conversation back.

Harry nodded and propped his head in his hand.

"Ok, when I got on the train, the Weasel came.. what?" Draco asked, seeing his gaze turn from interested to angry.

"Don't call them names, Draco. I don't like it."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever... anyways, Weasley and Granger came running over as I ducked into my compartment and began instantly harassing me about where you were. I played it off, of course, but I could see they were really worried. Then, on the first day of classes, everytime I walked into a classroom, all the Gryffindors were bawling their eyes out and throwing insults at all the Slytherins saying "You killed him, I know it!" Even the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws looked misty-eyed. I mean.. jeez! They act like you're Merlin reborn, or something."

Harry turned slightly-green, feeling a bit ill suddenly. He wasn't sure he wanted to hear any more of this story.

"Anyways,..." He continued, "After a few days, everything seemed to calm down. They have people looking for you still, and Weasley and Granger stare at me a lot more than they used to. Oh, and Granger is taller than you, heh."

Harry sneered. "I'll have you know I just haven't hit my growth spurt yet, Malfoy. Girls grow faster than boys."

Draco snickered. "I don't know, you‘re pretty short, but I like it. You look good. You're face is pretty. Like my mum said, a china doll." he said grinning, throwing a wink in the boy’s direction.

Harry looked at him with a stunned expression. "I am NOT pretty. Why do you insist on making me miserable every chance you get?" He crossed his arms over his chest as he rolled over onto his back again. His bottom lip jutted out into an adorable pout and Draco bit his lip, waving his hand over his face to cool himself off.

"Trust me, Harry, I'm a Malfoy, we don't go around saying things we don't mean to get someone in bed, we don't have to."

Harry looked over at Draco. "Huh? Who said anything about a bed?"

“Well, we are technically in bed together, silly. Even if it is innocent, now.”

“Oh, umm... are you? Are you suggesting we, you know...”

Draco arched his eyebrow and smirked back at him. "Maybe. We can, you know. Voldemort said you're too shy about this stuff. He said his ickle virgin kitten needed some practice."

Harry fell off the bed in shock. He stood up quickly and threw his hands up. "He said I needed practice? He told you I was a virgin?!"

Draco rolled up onto his knees and crawled to Harry's side of the bed. "Never mind about that. Come here." he whispered, pulling him back into the bed.

Fighting the hands that yanked him back on the mattress, he growled. “No. I’m not going to let you do that. I can’t believe he told you I was a virgin.” he cried, his head buzzing, wanting to fall from the bed once again.

Frowning, Draco shifted himself closer, grabbing the Gryffindor’s chin with a quick hand, forcing him around to look at him. “Hey. I wouldn’t be here right now if I didn’t have an interest in you, Potter. Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you?”

Gaping openly at the boy, Harry shrugged his shoulders once. “Umm, no, what do you mean exactly?” he asked in a small voice.

“It means I’ve had my eye on you for a hell of a long time now. I’m totally in love with what I know of you, always have been. I dream about you every night, and pine over you every day. I mean, why do you think I pick on you so much? I love getting a rise out of you! I love making you react. I love seeing you blush.” he paused, blushing a bit himself. “I could keep going, Potter, or you could respond or something.”

“I never knew that, you never once said a kind thing to me before. You’re the meanest person I know.” Harry replied, hiding his sudden elation that the boy of his dreams just confessed his love.. or something.. to him.

Draco sighed softly. “Well, I have. I always thought... maybe you did, too. I couldn’t be sure though, not something I was willing to ask you at school or anything. Just tell me you haven’t felt that way for me and I’ll stop.”

Icy fingers of fear ran themselves down Harry's spine as he was finally put into the position of revealing his adoration for the boy he should hate. “I umm... Okay, yeah, I have.” he said quickly, averting his eyes from the boy and biting down on his tongue.

“Have what?” Draco asked with a sly grin. “Say it, Harry. I said it, it‘s your turn now.”

Harry rolled his eyes as his top lip twitched into a brief sneer. He lay quietly for a moment, gathering his strength. Taking a deep breath, he said it. “I have a small.. very small crush on you, maybe.”

The nervous Gryffindor gasped as Draco climbed over him, and began to tickle him without mercy. “Not good enough, Potter.” he teased, grinning brightly as the boy beneath him screamed in fits of giggles, struggling desperately. “Now say it. Tell me you’ve been madly in love with me for as long as you can remember.”

Harry cried out and flailed his arms wildly under the torture. “Okay! Please, Draco, stop!” he shouted.

“Not good enough, say it!” Draco said with a mischievous smile.

Harry relented under the pressure. “I love you! I do, Draco. Please stop, I’m going to die!” he blurted out, kicking the bed and slapping out at the boy.

Draco sat up, blinking several times. “Do you honestly?” he asked breathlessly, feeling his heart pounding in his chest suddenly.

Emerald eyes looked up at him, the boy of his dreams nodded back eagerly, panting heavily from the tickling and the admission.

Feeling a flush run over his skin, Draco leaned into the boy beneath him, feeling his heart swell and his head cry out with happiness for the first time in as long as he could remember.

He propped himself up with his arms as his head dangled over Harry's face, staring him down, a slight grin curling his lips.

Harry looked up at him nervously, trying not to move. He felt like he'd been hunted down and trapped by his predator, and it was trying to figure out if he was edible. "What are you doing, Draco?" he managed to whisper out at him.

"I'm looking at you, thinking about what I should do to you." he replied in a sexy baritone whisper.

Draco leaned in closer, bending his elbows, so their faces were nearly touching. His light grey eyes never breaking contact.

Harry swallowed hard and pulled his hands up defensively, pressing his fingers on the other boy's chest. Draco's hair fell over his face and swept across Harry's cheeks softly, causing him to shake his head around to stop the tickle it was causing him.

He was breathing hard and fast, unable to relax himself. "I think your calming potion has worn off." Draco said. Harry nodded.

Draco slid his hands under Harry's pillow, closing the gap between the two. He reached up and cupped the boy's face, looking back into his eyes with caring and concern. "Are you afraid, Harry?" he whispered.

Harry closed his eyes. "Yes.. but I don't want you to stop." he whispered back.

Sensing the trepidation in the boy’s words, Draco smiled sadly. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'll never hurt you again."

Gathering breaths that hung in his throat, he looked back into the light grey pools and sighed. "Okay." was all he could manage.

Draco turned his attention to Harry's mouth and pressed his lips down over it. He lightly played his tongue over his teeth, coaxing them to open. Harry flinched back some, trying to ease himself into the new feeling.

He closed his eyes and felt his own tongue touch the Slytherin's for a moment, feeling it's silky texture. The Slytherin moaned softly, massaging his fingers over Harry's face, caressing the hair on his temples.

Draco broke the kiss suddenly, looking down, smirking at him. He sat up on his knees and reached to the boy’s collar. "These robes are a nuisance, don't you think?" he said as he worked the collar open.

Harry nodded and reached up to unbutton the Slytherin's robes with shaky fingers. Draco looked at him, tilting his head. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked.

He shook his head. "Nothing.. I'm just a bit nervous."

"Come here, Harry." He said, lightly pulling him on top of him. He took the delicate hand, feeling it tremble in his, and gently pulled him into a sitting position on his lap. “Now, just relax, love. We’ll go slow.”

Harry shuddered, thinking of Tom suddenly. “No.” he said quickly. “Let’s just do it. I want to get it over with, please.”

Draco chuckled hard. “So impatient are we? It’s not something you want to get over with that fast, Potter. I’m the master at making someone feel very special in these situations. Now just it happen, you don’t have to do a thing.” he boasted, sitting himself up.

Slowly he showed Harry nearly everything he had learned over the last year in his dorm room and the boy melted into it, finally able to let go and want the feelings, need Draco with him, never wanting to let go. This would become the start of the rest of their lives. Their lives together.


Draco's hands dropped down to his sides as his breath tried to catch up with him. Harry collapsed into the boy's chest, resting his head in his neck. “Does this still make me a virgin, Draco?" he asked slyly, in the most innocent tone he could muster.

"Go to sleep, Harry," he replied, as he closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of vanilla from his lover's hair.



Part 12