The Other Side

Chapter Twenty

This chapter has smut, so I strongly advise you against reading it if it makes you uncomfortable, or if you're under twelve (Although, with most people that rule is out of the window)

He exhaled sharply, and closed his trunk, walking towards the bed. The events from last night were a blur. They had rendered all possible damage, and had spent the night at Grimmauld Place. Hermione had lectured him for a while about his irresponsibility. Ron was fazed by the entire situation, so he had been glum all day.

He was filled with a sense of dread as the start of the new term approached. He wanted to go back to Hogwarts, but he didn't want to leave. He didn't want to leave his home.

Sirius hadn't said much. He knew that Harry was insanely reckless. He suspected that he had told Remus to let it slide. His fingers twisted in his own trousers, knuckles white with tension.

Draco walked into the room, and frowned at him. "Worried, are you?"

"They fucking attacked the Burrow." Harry said indignantly, dropping his face into his hands. Draco drew in a sharp breath and inched closer to him. "I can't get anything right."

Tentatively, Harry lowered his head sideways, until it rested on his shoulder. Draco traced soothing circles on his back and kissed the top of his head. "You're worried about that memory Slughorn meddled with."

"If he is going to avoid me, then how will I get it out of him?"

"Don't persuade him, and let him invite you over to one of those meetings of his. After that, we'll figure it out."

"It's not a very solid strategy."

"It's called laying the groundwork," He chuckled, pressing a kiss against his forehead. "Just trust me, will you? I'm a Slytherin, and cunning is my specialty, not yours."

"Do I have to remind you that I was almost sorted into Slytherin?"

"You would've been ripped to shreds on the first day, Potter." He said, with a smirk. "If you were sorted into Slytherin, it would've been a disaster. You're delicate, alright? Besides, it's seven in the morning. Do you really want to argue with me?"

"You're an arse."

"You love me."

"I do," Harry said, and drew him into a deep kiss. Draco moved, straddling onto his lap and moaned, slipping his arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. "I fucking love you, Draco Malfoy."

His hand dipped downwards, moving his grip from Draco's hips to his arse. Draco moaned into the kiss, and moved even closer. Harry smiled into the kiss, tilting his head to better angle, and into the warmth of his mouth. His fingers were dancing across Harry's back underneath his shirt, tracing the muscles which shifted underneath his touch. His lips started worrying at his sensitive spot.

Harry couldn't suppress a shiver and his fingers briefly dug into Draco's shoulders, and drew him even closer. His own hands drifted towards Draco's chest, caressing his stomach. He delivered a sharp nip to Draco's lower lip, eliciting a surprised gasp.

"Tu es si beau."

In the timbre, the cadence of his voice as he spoke those words caused a jolt of pleasure to go through Harry and he moaned embarrassingly loud, flushing as the smirk on Draco's face grew more pronounced.

Draco tilted his head to the left once Harry honed in on his neck. His hands tightened around his shoulder and he uttered a small sound when Harry sucked at the junction of his neck and shoulder, and simultaneously unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it down his shoulder.