Lonely No More

Comfort Me

Harry woke up with a start. The room was in semi-darkness, and there was unfamiliar yet not totally unpleasant warmth pressed against his side. His eyes widened as realisation dawned. Draco was curled up against him, forehead resting against his shoulder, his balled up fists pinning Harry's lower arm to the mattress. Harry blinked, and ran his right hand across his face, trying to bring reality to the fore. He lifted Draco's wrists with deliberate slowness, trying not to wake the boy as he tried to sidle out of bed.

Tending to Draco's wounds was one thing, but to end up sleeping beside the boy ... Harry silently prayed that Draco wouldn't wake up and scream the house down. He wasn't totally sure he wouldn't scream the house down ...

A hand gripped his arm, stopping him cold. Harry turned his head slowly, and found himself looking into a pair of misty grey eyes. He stared rigidly at Draco, heart thudding audibly in his chest. His mouth felt dry as sawdust as Draco shifted closer, the warmth of his body sending weird and wonderful sensations through every nerve fibre. The grip left his arm, only to return quickly to his chest – the fingers moving up, ever so slowly, tracing light patterns along his shoulder. The fingers rested at the point where his shoulder joined the neck, and he felt Draco shift once more.

"Malfoy ... " Harry's voice sounded detached, as if coming from a great distance. His limbs felt leaded as Draco pulled at his left arm, sliding it behind his shoulder and settled against him once again. He looked at the boy numbly, as Draco slid his left leg across his body, toes curling against his calves. He saw Draco's lips move, but he couldn't make out a single word – the crashing sounds in his head overrode everything else.

A hand caressed his neck, tangling briefly in his hair before moving on to cup his cheek. Draco's breath felt hot against his skin, and the press of his body seductive. Harry felt as though he was falling from a very high place, before finally crashing into his corporeal body. He blinked, suddenly aware of the urgent need to breathe again, as Draco spoke once more.

"Potter," Draco pleaded in a low voice. "Give me comfort."

Harry stared, perplexed. Draco pulled him closer, his nose brushing against Harry's cheek, their lips tantalising close together, and his breath moistening Harry's lips. Alarm bells shrilled in Harry's mind, but he was unable to pull away as Draco placed a hesitant kiss on his lower lip. Instead, he felt his left hand move on its own accord, gripping Draco's shoulder hard, pulling the boy towards him. Draco's grip on his hair tightened, and he kissed Harry again. Harry opened himself up to Draco's increasingly fervent kisses; not wanting to go on, yet… not willing to stop.

"Malfoy," He pulled away, and placed his right hand on Draco's chest lightly. "What are we doing?"

Grey eyes bored into him with a mix of despair and want. Draco lowered his eyes and remained silent as he ran his hand through Harry's hair, combing it back with his fingers. He arched his body forwards, pressing himself into Harry.

"Malfoy, please ... " Harry gasped, struggling to retain his sanity. His sensibilities told him this was wrong ... somewhat unnatural – yet his body was reacting in a totally different manner.

Draco took hold of his right wrist, brought it to his lips, and placed a lingering kiss on the pulse point. "Please, Harry," he pleaded, unconsciously using Harry's given name. "Comfort me." He dropped the wrist, the hand moving up to hold Harry's face in a surprisingly tender manner and kissed him again.

... comfort me ... comfort me ... comfort me ...

The words echoed in Harry's mind as Draco took hold of his hand again and placed it on his newly naked chest. He had no idea when Draco had unbuttoned their shirts, and the sensation of skin against skin caused him to gasp. Draco pressed himself into him once again, as he breathed raggedly into Harry's mouth.