Legilimens // A sequel to "Obliviate"

⚠️ Chapter 5 ⚠️

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Firstly I'm so so sorry this is taking so long! but here u go Chapter 5 way late. I love u for sticking around if you did.

💗 ,

ANDY

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(recap)

In a moment of sheer desperation and rare confidence, Harry slid his hand down the front of Draco's chest and down to the waistband of his pants, hooking his thumbs beneath the fabric...

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Chapter 5

Draco gasped and as Harry's slightly cold hand met the warm skin beneath his silk pajama pants. A little voice in his head yelled at him to stop Harry before anything happened like before. To protect him with celibacy no matter how much he wanted to f*** him senseless. The voice was extinguished when Harry's soft hands found the sensitive skin of his half hard member. He let out a low breathy moan as Harry's hands slid down the length of his c***, slow and teasing. Harry was watching him carefully, drinking in his expressions and subtle sounds as he stroked the now achingly hard member.

"Mmm Harry." Draco groaned in Harry's ear, causing him to experience delicious shiver of pleasure. Draco cupped Harry's cheek softly, and kissed Harry hungrily, trying to articulate the months of passion he had felt for Harry but had been to terrified to act on. Their slick lips and tongues danced together, as Harry continued to pleasure Draco. The pleasure began to build in Draco's stomachs as Harry's hand slid over the shaft of Draco's c*** which was slick with pre-c**, rock hard and highly sensitive. He knew he wouldn't last long if he let Harry continue, especially while feeling Harry'a hot sweet tasting mouth against his.

"I wanna make you feel good now Baby." Draco murmured in Harry'a ear seductively.

Harry's hand left Draco's member and he laid flat atop the pillows as Draco began to lift his pajama shirt, exposing his flat stomache. Harry had put on weight since living with the Dursley's but he was still skinny for his age. Draco's lips hovered mere centimeters from the skin of Harry's naval, as he admired the smooth skin. When he began to press soft chaste kisses into the exposed flesh, Harry reacted with small exhales of air and little whines of angst and want that threatened to drive Draco into a frenzy. Harry's hips and groin bucked up to meet Draco's strong sturdy chest as the Slytherin nipped the place just above his bellybutton.

"Eager are we Potter." {poTTaH} Draco laughed, reverting back to using Harry's last name to tease him. Harry sent him a look that was somewhere between helpless and f*** you Malfoy.

Draco's fingers found Harry's left nipple and he began tweaking the sensitive bud. Harry moaned out loud, flushing bright pink.

"You put roses to shame." Draco murmured, mostly to himself. Harry's eyes softened.

"Sap."

Draco proceeded to lean in close to Harry's ear as he delivered his next words. "Tell anyone and I'll tie you up, and edge you until you cry."

Harry cleared his throat, blushing beet red in the face and ears, forget the roses he could put Ronald Weasley freshly kissed by Fluer to shame. "Didn't realize you liked the crying type."

"I like the strong type." Draco said with a twinkle in his eye.

"So you're a bottom?" Harry asked, the disappointment seeping into his voice more than evident.

"You didn't let me finish... I like the strong type to take my c***, and take it well." Draco smirked.

Harry's lips formed and "o". His c*** twitched in his boxers at these words and he shifted, aching against the fabric. Draco teased the waistband of Harry's underwear, pulling the band back and snapping it against Harry's flesh. He then kissed the area just below Harry's naval, and across his pronounced v-line.

He then slid the boxers off Harry's body expertly in a way that almost felt to Harry like they had done this before. A memory tugged at him but he ignored it, too focused on Draco's hand stroking the skin of his naked thighs to remember anything but the pleasure of his lover's hands teasing him.

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3rd pov draco

In Draco's opinion seeing Harry like this, blushing furiously beneath him from the simplest touches compared to nothing. No magic on planet earth, graduating, or any view he'd ever witnessed had even come close. Harry tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth, as Draco's hand found his d**k and he began stroking while Harry squirmed.

Draco knew he was playing with fire, Harry was pent up and so was he. He could easily f**k him raw if he wanted but he didn't like the places that took him last time, so he held back. They should ease into it anyways, despite the kissing and touching and sheer attraction, as far as Harry knew this was the furthest they'd ever gone. Draco felt he had to treat the situation with the respect it deserved. In Harry's mind he was a virgin, so Draco had to make their "first time" special.

He played with Harry's c**k with one hand, gently teasing Harry's hole with the other, making Harry let out a string of moans at the growing sensitivity. Draco's resolve was cracking again, he could tell because his body was shaking and becoming spastic. He wanted Harry so badly, but his brain and conscience forced him to hold back. Condom he thought. That was a good idea.

He pressed a finger into the heat of Harry's body, groaning himself along with Harry as the muscles tightened around his index finger. Harry was as tight as he remembered. But suddenly something was wrong... Harry turned pale as a ghost and gasped as he felt the finger fully enter him. "Are you alright?" Draco asked, Harry didn't respond, he seemed to be lost in thought. But he certainly didn't seem to be enjoying himself at all anymore. Draco slipped the finger out of him immediately, he rustled around the silk sheets till he found Harry's underwear, slipping them back on him in an attempt to make Harry feel more comfortable.

"Harry?" Draco asked, guilt and shame overtook his body as he saw Harry's expression of confusion and fear in the unknown.

"Have we? Did we do this before?" Harry asked in a strange dissociated tone.

"We- no." Draco said, glad that Harry wasn't looking at him because his face surely looked as guilty as he felt. "And we never have to."

"I want to, it's just I'm having horrible de ja vu." Harry said. "I'm sorry."

"Don't ever apologize for that." Draco said, stroking Harry's face and then enveloping him in a hug. "I'd love you if we never did."

"Really?" Harry asked, touched.

"Really." Draco murmured, kissing Harry softly. "Let's sleep Lion, we can talk about it if you want tomorrow."

"Okay. I love you." Harry whispered.

"I love you." Draco said, positioning Harry so that he was the little spoon, and kissing his face and neck until he fell asleep.

That night Draco lay awake, watching the sleeping Harry, full of shame at his previous transgressions. When he was younger he knew that his father would never accept him if he switched sides... or sides if you know what I mean. He felt that he was bound by the duty he felt towards his family to keep Harry as secret. Now he would do anything to keep Harry as safe as possible. He knew his mistakes might come to bite him soon, he only hoped that Harry would stick around when they did.