What a Handshake Can Do (Drarry)

Year 5: Part 4

Draco flipped to the last page in Harry's journal, covering his mouth to muffle his gasp. Harry worked for him. Draco had known, well sort of, the Slytherin had hinted at it, but from the looks of his notebook, Harry was spying for the Dark Lord. 

He swallowed, thinking back to Dumbledore's offer. If he joined the light, then what? What if Harry found out? He would want nothing to do with him.Yet, something inside Draco - deep inside - wanted to join the Order.

His father had dictated every part of his life for so long that a little taste of rebellion was... Appealing. Just as his feelings for men had felt so freeing when he was actually kissing Harry, maybe helping Dumbledore would feel the same way.

He gagged, falling back on his bed. What was he thinking? Helping Dumbledore? He was a Malfoy, Malfoys did not associate with the Light. Yet... He couldn't help but grin at the thought of showing up at a Death Eater meeting, waving his wand and battling his father. Beating his father. Beating the Dark Lord...

He heard footsteps and immediately hid the journal under his pillow. He peaked out the hangings, seeing Harry walking down the length of the room, satisfied smirk on his lips. Draco waved an arm at him, motioning him over.

In almost an instant Harry was sitting next to him, grinning. "You're sexy."

"What?"

Had Harry just hissed at him? His eyes widened. Parseltongue. "What did you just say?" he said, grabbing Harry's waist and pulling him to his side.

"You're sexy."

Draco rolled his eyes. "In English, please."

Harry laughed, tossing his arms around Draco. The blonde couldn't help but notice his eyes weren't glowing anymore, returned to their regular, beautiful, green. "You're an annoying bastard," he said with a huge smirk.

Draco punched him in the arm, shaking his head as he let go of the raven haired boy. He spread out on the mattress, looking up at Harry. "I think you're the annoying bastard in this relationship."

Harry stuck out his lower lip, making the cutest pout Draco had ever seen. He knew in that moment that it didn't matter what side Harry was on, he would fight for his life. And fighting for life may mean having to go against him for a while. Voldemort didn't have emotions except hate, he didn't know what love was. If he had his way with Harry, he'd turn out the same way.

Draco couldn't see that happen. He needed to keep him safe. Harry didn't know what was good for him, Draco did.He smiled at the smaller boy, pulling him down onto his chest. Harry let out a contented sigh, closing his eyes. He slipped his hands through his messy hair, trying to caress his thick locks but kept running into knots. "Merlin, do you ever brush your hair?"

Harry laughed, "I've tried, it always ends up like this."

"Have you ever heard of conditioner?" Draco said, amused.

Harr furrowed his brows, "What's that?"

Draco rolled his eyes, chuckling as he kissed Harry's temple. "You're hopeless."

Harry smirked, adjusting himself so he was straddling Draco's hips. "For you, yes," he said in a babyish voice, leaning down to kiss him.

Draco clenched his fists, still in Harry's hair, kissing back frantically. He opened his mouth, sitting up a little to get a better angle. He gasped as Harry's tongue licked a line along his lower lip. He let his hand wander to Harry's back, down to the hem of his jumper. He fiddled with it for a few moments, caught up in Harry's mouth.

He lifted it off quickly, instantly smashing their lips together again. Harry groaned as Draco ran his hand along his chest, surprisingly turned on by the sparse chest hair growing down from his bellybutton to his crotch. He couldn't help but eye that area, pushing Harry over so they lay next to each other. "What are you doing?" Harry asked, dazed.

Draco crawled on top of him, peeling of his shirt and nipping at Harry's ear. He reached down, feeling Harry's package through his pants. Harry choked on his own saliva, moaning rather loudly. Draco bit his lip, pressing a little hard. He looked at Harry nervously, hair falling in his face. "Is this okay?"

Harry reached out and grabbed Draco's other hand, moving it down to the fly of his jeans. "Hell yes."

Still nervous, Draco unzipped his pants and struggled to get them off without removing his gaze from Harry's blushing face. Shoes were the devil, Draco discovered as he tried to peel Harry's sneakers off. He chucked his own loafers, readjusting himself on top of Harry. He reached out and palmed Harry's erection through the fabric of his boxers.

Harry sat up, grabbing Draco's shoulders and resting his head on one. "Please," he moaned as Draco stroked him, "more."

Draco didn't hesitate this time, pulling down Harry's underwear and grasping his cock. He couldn't help but stare a little as he pumped it up and down, trying to think back to the few times he'd masturbated. He rubbed the tip with his thumb, lifting up Harry's chin with his other hand and kissing him.

Harry reached down, sticking his hand down Draco's pants. Draco gasped against Harry's lips, only able to focus on the amazing feeling of Harry's hand on his cock. Harry pulled away from his mouth, pressing their foreheads together as they jacked each other off.

Draco looked into Harry's green eyes, staring at each other as the heat rose between them. They both panted, Draco suddenly smiling uncontrollably. He felt a tingling sensation make his toes curl, traveling all the way to his stomach. He gasped, coming all over Harry's hand. Harry came shortly after, moaning loudly.

Chuckling, Draco kissed Harry, reaching for his wand. He cast a quick cleaning spell, still unable to think clearly. He grinned at Harry, the skinny boy looking back with wide eyes. "I'm going to look after you," Draco said decidedly.

"What?" Harry said, searching for his shirt, face red.

"I'm going to look after you." Draco reached out, caressing Harry's jaw.

They gawked at each other, Draco rubbing Harry's lightning scar with his thumb. He would protect Harry from the Dark. He would save him if it was the last thing he did. Even if that meant joining Dumbledore's silly Order. 

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I will do some kinkier stuff probably, but not this early. 

QUESTION: Who do you think tops?