SECRET ( Drarry fanfiction)

Chapter 35

After stumbling to the loo upon awakening, Harry fell back into the empty bed. He only vaguely remembered getting there the night before, and had absolutely no clue where Draco was at now. He was certain Draco had been there during the night, though. He just had no idea what had been said amongst everyone after he'd fallen asleep, or what they might be saying now in the light of day.

Groaning, Harry pulled the pillow over his head, wondering if it would be a good idea to simply hide in bed all day. He was sure he could easily convince his body to go back to sleep. It was close to noon already, but more sleep was always a good thing.

He really didn't feel like attempting to sort out his own emotions, let alone everyone else's. He almost hoped that the events of the day before were all just some strange dream. Portions of the day definitely landed in the nightmare category.

He simply laid there with his head still buried under the pillow as he allowed his mind to wander. He joked about his life being bizarre, but with everything he was doing lately, it was like he was actively working to make it even stranger. How many people actually planned breakouts from Azkaban? Not many that Harry knew of. Although, then he had to admit to himself that he did know a couple – one of whom had been a family member.

He groaned again, willing to finally concede that his life truly was bizarre. There was simply no getting around it and no way to even attempt to pretend otherwise.

Hearing the door open quietly, he tensed, but didn't move to see who it was. He really didn't have any idea of what to expect today and still wasn't sure if he wanted to face anyone. He relaxed slightly as Draco straddled his hips and leaned over his back, nudging the pillow aside.

"Happy birthday," Draco whispered in his ear.

Harry pulled the pillow back, mumbling to himself that he'd forgotten, yet again, that it was birthday.

Draco chuckled, and the sound helped soothe Harry's rumpled nerves. If Draco was laughing, surely not everything was bad. Harry moaned deeply as Draco sat up and began massaging his shoulders.

As Draco kneaded tense muscles until they loosened, Harry became more and more relaxed. The more relaxed he became, the more he became aware of Draco. His hands were strong and firm, smoothing across Harry's back. He was settled on Harry's arse, and Harry wiggled his hips experimentally.

Draco inhaled sharply, and Harry grinned to himself, feeling his cock harden. The massage was wonderful, but he was ready for more. He only wondered briefly if he was actually ready for the more implied by Draco sitting on his arse. His breath quickened as he felt the hardness pressing against him, and shifted again restlessly.

The pillow was abruptly tossed aside, and Draco licked a trail along Harry's shoulder, up his neck to his ear. Harry shivered at the sensation. "What do you want, Harry?" Draco whispered, before nibbling gently at the tender spot behind his ear.

"Mmm, I want you," Harry answered softly.

"And how do you want me?" Draco asked, his mouth moving against the nape of Harry's neck.

Harry's hands clenched in the sheets as Draco blew softly against the moist trail he'd left. "I want you inside me," he admitted. "I want to feel you like that."

Draco groaned, his teeth nipping sharply at Harry's shoulder. Harry's breath caught for a moment before it resumed, faster than before. He was focused on Draco's weight across his back and Draco's lips leaving a fiery trail wherever they touched his skin.

"Are you sure?" Draco asked.

"Mmhmm," Harry answered.

Draco's soft chuckle waved hotly over Harry's ear, causing him to shiver again. "I'd feel a little better if I heard a direct 'yes'," Draco admitted. "Much as I like that sound coming from you."