The Strongest of Connections (Drarry) || #Wattys2016

Chapter Two

The Slytherin Common Room, at this time of night, was the perfect place for Draco Malfoy. Quiet and empty. Not a soul in sight. He had the whole place to himself and as he lay on the black leather couch he could not think of anything better.

As his body relaxed into the soft leather, his eyes closing, his mind drifted; drifted to an image--an image he did not expect.

"Potter!" His voice was full of shock and surprise as he quickly sat up, his breathing becoming rushed as he pulled his House robes on and left the Slytherin Common Room.

This impromptu venture was unexpected. Draco had no idea what prompted him to leave the sweet confines of the dungeons; however, for some unexplained reason, he was not questioning it. That, alone, scared him a little--not enough to deter him; he was a Slytherin, after all.

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As Draco began to make his way up to the Astronomy Tower, led by a pull--a force--that he didn't exactly understand, he absent-mindedly, noticed just how empty the hallways were. Not that he was complaining. After all, the last thing he wanted to do was explain to Dumbledore, McGonagall or Snape where he was going this late at night and why.

He knew where.
He was not completely sure as to why.
But, he was sure that he was not going to back out.

It was then that Draco Malfoy came to an abrupt stop.

"What the hell?" He whispered, under his breath.
How did I get here so fast? From the dungeons to the top of the school in no time at all? And, why is the door locked?

This last thought occurred to him as he felt his hand wrap around the door knob. It was at that moment that his heart felt like it was going to jump right out of his chest; not up his throat and through his mouth, just completely out of his chest--through his clothes and right into the door.

"What is this..." his voice trailed off as he heard a voice on the other side of the door. The locked door. One voice. His enemy. Only now he realized this was the voice causing him to spell the damn door open and then be sure to bolt it, locked, again behind him--making sure that, this time, no one could break the spell.

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Once in the Tower, Draco did not make a sound. He couldn't. He was lost to his surroundings. Fuck. Harry fucking Potter. Those sounds, those incredible and beautiful sounds.

Before Draco knew what was happening; before he thought about what he was doing, he let his feet move him toward that infamous arm chair that Harry was sitting in--his arm chair. Draco just stood there; watching. Watching as Harry's strong hand firmly stroked him engorged and throbbing cock while his other hand dug, harshly, into the arm of the chair. Draco felt his skin begin to warm and his mouth start to water. Yet, it was wrong to watch, but he could not turn away.

Then, he heard his name leave Harry's lips on a hoarse whisper and his own cock instantly hardened and throbbed against his jeans.

"Potter." Draco responded instantly as he let his hands move over the back of the chair and rest on Harry's shoulders.

Harry's body tensed for a minutes and then, just as quickly, relaxed under Draco's touch. Draco took that as a sign as he let his hands slide under the fabric of Harry's dress shirt--the soft skin of his hands connecting with the soft skin of Harry's shoulders.

"Malfoy." Harry purred in response as he let his body relax into Draco's touch and his thumb caress over the swollen head on his length.

At this sight, Draco felt his breath catch in his throat as his hands snaked around to slowly start undoing the buttons of Harry's shirt.

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Harry never lost his rhythm and Draco's eyes never left Harry's hand. That is, until all the buttons were undone and Draco ran his hand, flat--skin on skin--up and down Harry's firm and muscular chest. That act, alone, caused a carnal growl to leave Harry's lips; one that surprised them both.

Harry's hands shot up and placed themselves over Draco's--instantly taking Draco's thoughts to the fact that one of those hands was just wrapped around the muscle between his thighs--pressing Draco's hands harder against his skin. In the slowest motion possible, Harry then drew both of Draco's hands to his mouth, slowly drawing his fingers inside and sucking--slowly swirling his tongue around like it wasn't exactly his fingers that was inside of his mouth.

"Damnit...Potter..." Draco croaked with a scratchy voice as his eyes were locked on Harry's carnal actions.

Draco could not resist, as he felt himself begging for release from the confines of his jeans, sliding his, one now free hand, down Harry's chest to his impressive length and, teasingly, stroking it to the same rhythm that his fingers were being sucked. To this, Harry responded with a satisfied moan and a lift of his hips toward Draco's hand.

Draco pressed his body against the back of the chair.

"Fuck..." he moaned, as his hand wrapped around Harry's cock even tighter.

"Draco..." Harry moaned, in between sucks of Draco's fingers, not wanting to let his taste go. "You taste..."

At that moment, Draco lost it, he saw the moisture of pre-cum on the swollen head of Harry's cock, heard his words and he just had to know. He had to know that taste.

Without a word, Draco slowly withdrew his fingers from Harry's mouth before walking around to the front of the chair.

"Open your eyes." Draco softly whispered.

Draco had to take a minute to catch his breath when those emerald green eyes, lustfully, stared back at him. He took that moment to, slowly, pull Harry toward him and remove his shirt, being sure that his eyes never left Harry's glorious naked and toned body.

As Harry leaned back, Draco watched--completely lost in what was in front of him--God, Harry was beautiful and sexy. And, they were here. In this moment. Together.

Draco kept his eyes locked on Harry's as the tip of his tongue darted over his lips, his hands gliding over Harry's thighs as his head began to lower. He heard Harry's breath quicken and he saw his cock jerk; Draco couldn't help the smirk that crossed his lips.

"So fucking sexy." Draco murmured, as he swirled his tongue over Harry's swollen head. "God, your taste."

Harry just watched him with a deep intensity as his hands dug into the arms of the chair and his hips involuntarily lifted, asking--begging--for more.

To this silent request, Draco replied. His mouth, hungrily, wrapped around Harry at the exact moment Harry's hands shot to Draco's hair--gripping and pulling with moans to match.

"Oh, God...Draco..." Harry's entire body tensed as Draco's moans vibrated completely through him. His body grew warm, his blood boiled. This felt so good, this felt blissfully amazing. His hips began moving of their own accord, matching Draco's own rhythm.

Draco was lost as Harry's taste invaded his every sense. He could feel Harry pulling at his hair as his own fingers dug into Harry's thighs. Draco let his tongue swirl over this ridges of Harry's cock, feeling every line, every crease of definition. God, he tasted so good; Draco couldn't get enough. The instant Harry started thrusting into his mouth, Draco let his teeth barely scrape the surface and all was lost.

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"Shit!" Harry exclaimed on a jerk that he could not control as he shot straight into Draco's mouth.

Instantly, Draco was hungry for more as his hand moved to massage Harry's balls while the other stroked faster and harder.

"Oh, God...please...don't stop..." Harry begged, breathless, as his hands moved back to the arms of the chair, digging in for dear life.

"Draco!" Harry screamed as a carnal pleasure overtook and rocked his entire body while he exploded everything inside him into his enemy. His enemy and so much more.

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