Title: Where Do We Begin?
Author: Marian of the Faeries
Author e-mail: marianfaerie@home.se
Author homepage: http://fly.to/marianfaerie
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating NC-17
Category: PWP
Summary: Draco is in for a surprise when he tries to seduce Harry. A story that begins in the end of their enmity, and ends in the beginning of something new.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Where do we begin, my friend?
In the end, the end
Do we end, my friend
In the beginning?

Made in Sweden - "Where Do We Begin"

Mine and Harry's relationship drastically changed, for the better I dare say, one night in November in our seventh year. I was prowling around the dark castle, slinking from shadow to shadow to avoid being seen, wearing my black school robe and my black cloak. Apart from being warm, the cloak also had a hood. My hair colour is simply no good for sneaking. This time I wasn't out for any of my usual reasons, which often involved getting someone into trouble, though. I was out to find Harry.

Harry and I had always been rivals, from our first day at school, although the expression of our rivalry had somewhat changed in the last two years. When we were children we antagonised each other greatly, and I used to go out of my way to make him suffer.

At the end of fifth year that changed. At first I think it was just another way for me to torment him, but it didn't turn out quite the way I thought. It might also have had something to do with the fact that I realised I was gay sometime in fifth year.

Anyway, after a couple of sharp reprimands from the teachers, Harry and I stopped hexing each other in the corridors and contented ourselves with exchanging witty insults.

One of those times, I threw a challenge that certainly held a double meaning in his face. Harry was unfazed at first, but after a moment or two my words sunk in, and he blushed fiercely. I will never forget his shocked expression! I found it hilarious, of course, and didn't hesitate to use the trick again. Soon he started to use my own method against me, though, and I discovered that the Boy Who Lived was indeed not a prude. Our usual altercations quickly increased in sexual undertones. I found this very exciting, perhaps a little too much for my own comfort.

I had actually made quite an effort to find Harry tonight. Well, I knew where to find him, of course, but it is harder than it sounds for a Slytherin to enter Gryffindor Tower, and the seventh-year boys' dormitory, unnoticed. I had spied on the Gryffindors to find the entrance to their common room, and managed to get the password from a scared first-year. I still didn't know how to find Harry's dormitory, but I would cross that bridge when I came to it.

Believe it or not, I actually did manage to get to Gryffindor Tower – unnoticed –, and whispered the password to the portrait that guarded the entrance. It opened, and I crept through the hole and found myself in a cosy, circular room with a fire still burning in the fireplace, and armchairs, sofas and tables scattered all over the place. Quite proud of my successful sneaking, I found a small, dark alcove near the fireplace and hid there while I surveyed the room. A door at the opposite side of the room leading to a narrow spiralling staircase indicated that I should begin my search there, but before I had time to move, I heard footsteps.

Someone was descending the stairs, and I could see a dark form appearing in the doorframe and heading in my direction. My heart started to beat faster. Had I been discovered? The unknown person came closer, stepping soundlessly over the cold stone floor. Finally he came into the circle of light emanating from the fireplace, and I stopped myself from gasping just in time. It was Harry.

My second reaction was to stare, dazed and quite impressed. Harry's hair was even messier than usual, and he looked sleepy, as if he just woke up. He was barefoot, and wore only a pair of off-white cotton pyjamas with thin blue stripes. The jacket was unbuttoned, revealing a toned chest, the colour of his skin almost golden in the firelight; velvet just begging to be caressed… The pants were riding dangerously low on his hips, showing the delicious ridge of his hipbones. And unless my now-very-wide eyes deceived me, he was half-hard, his erection straining against the thin fabric stretched across his hips. Wet dreams, Potter? The sight of him made me very aroused. It took all of my willpower to refrain from stepping forward and reach out to touch him. I had to admit that Harry was gorgeous.

I had absolutely no qualms about staring at him like this, when he didn't know he was being watched. I am a Slytherin after all. I had not counted on this powerful attraction to Harry, though. It was decidedly not part of the plan, but when I thought about it, it offered some pleasant opportunities.

I had been told that a very primitive animal's instincts, when it first encounters a thing, tells it either to run from it, eat it, or mate with it. Right now, my inner squirrel debated which approach to take with Harry. Finally, with a determined chirp, it settled for a compromise of the two latter choices.

Harry had been giving me strange looks lately, and I was curious of the reason. Besides, I had this urge to give those pants just a little tug and see what happened… No matter why I came here in the first place; I was now very intent on seducing him.

I stepped forward and pulled down the hood of my cloak.

"Hello, Harry."

He jumped three feet up in the air. "Malfoy!"

He rubbed his eyes, as if he thought he was seeing things. "What are you doing here?"

I tried to come up with a clever retort, but it's quite hard to think properly when all your blood is rushing from your brain to your di… err… your special body parts.

"I came to see you."

"Me? In the middle of the night? Are you nuts? Why?"

Oh, all those incessant questions. "It doesn't matter. What are you doing up, anyway?"

He didn't answer, but blushed a little, and I smirked. Was I right about the dreams, then?

I stepped closer, and he eyed me curiously. "What did you want to talk to me about, then?"

"Who said I wanted to talk?" I drawled, making him blush even more. I circled him, moving so that I was standing behind his back.

"So tell me, Harry," I murmured close to his ear, "what were you dreaming about?"

My fingertips touched his upper arm lightly, and I could feel him shiver. Yes, I knew the feeling of hot breath on hyper-sensitised skin… My lips were so close to his exposed neck, it would be so easy to kiss the soft skin, but I wasn't going to take that step just yet. I breathed in his scent, masculine, salty yet intoxicatingly sweet, no trace of perfume, just Harry.

"You," he said simply.

I was rendered speechless by his unflinching honesty, and I had to admit that I was quite flattered.

I knew that Harry was not the kind of person to play games or beat about the bush, but what he did next surprised me greatly. He turned around so that he was facing me, let his hand slide behind my neck, and pulled me down for a kiss. It was the sweetest kiss of my life, the joining of lips, silky skin caressing skin, tasting the very essence of him. In that moment I knew that it would always be Harry, had always been him. Don't ask me to explain, because I still don't understand it, but right then the certainty hit me with full force, and I was overwhelmed.

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.

"Shh," said Harry and silenced me with another kiss.

I complied willingly, and we engaged in a passionate kiss, causing sparks of desire to course through me like a tidal wave. I broke off the kiss, smiling at Harry's protesting whimper, and drew out my wand. I quickly cast a silencing charm at the entrances of the room, and turned my attention back to Harry. He stared at me with a hungry look in his eyes.

"You're wearing too much," he said huskily, before undoing the clasp of my cloak, which slipped off my shoulders and pooled on the floor. He proceeded to unbutton the front of my robes, while I sucked on his neck, leaving a trail of red marks. He had unbuttoned my robe down to my waist, and I moaned softly as he caressed my chest with feathery touches. And finally, I could touch him, and his chest was just as smooth to the touch as I had imagined, and his lips were so soft and pliant against mine…

He slid my robes off my shoulders as well, and they fell down to the floor. I drank in Harry's groan of desire as he realised I had worn nothing underneath them. Thrilled that he found me as desirable as I found him, I noticed that he couldn't take his eyes off me. He touched me almost reverently, moving his hand from my shoulder, down to my waist, down my thigh…

"Draco…"

I ran my hands up his chest, and removed his pyjama jacket. He pulled me closer, and I felt his skin against mine, sending exciting thrills through me, making me moan again. I wanted to touch him, please him, show him how beautiful I found him. I moved downwards, sucking and licking on his neck, shoulders, and pausing for a while at his nipples, watching them stiffen under my tongue, delighting in the wonderful smell of his skin, of him. Yes, and his flat stomach, hard muscle under soft skin, simply made for kisses, caresses.

Through the fabric of his pyjamas I could clearly see his arousal — that must hurt — and kneeling before him I kissed his hardness through the fabric, eliciting a desperate, throaty moan from Harry. Finally claiming my prize, I tugged a little at the trousers, watching them slide off his hips, just like I knew they would – with a little encouragement. Merlin, not bad… I was at eye-level with Harry Potter's cock, swelling to an indecent size, and already leaking precome. Longing to taste him, but determined not to go too fast, I kissed his hips and firm thighs, revelling in the musky and intoxicating smell of his arousal.

I looked up at his face, and saw that he had closed his eyes, beautiful eyes, with a look of pure rapture on his face, and I grinned, feeling quite smug, and completely satisfied by the way he melted under my kisses and caresses.

"Please," he whimpered, arching his hips eagerly.

Well, who could resist such a delightful request?

Giving his inner thigh a small bite, I moved up to his waiting erection. I snaked my tongue up along the underside of his cock, from the root to the head, eliciting a loud gasp and a violent shiver from Harry. I wrapped my lips around the head, my tongue still playing with him, and I drank in his desperate moans. I took him in deeper, and finally as deep as I could, wanting not only to tease and arouse him, but also to satisfy him. Harry had other ideas, though.

He gently pulled me up to my feet and kissed my swollen lips tenderly. Then he led me over to one of the sofas, pushed me down onto it, and crawled on top of me. I was in no mind to protest, since he was doing the most incredible things with his mouth to my neck and shoulders.

Heat coursed through me when he slid lower, and I felt his entire body slide against my sensitive skin. I gasped and arched my back when he caught one of my nipples between his teeth and bit down.

He trailed kisses down my stomach and I closed my eyes in anticipation. I could feel his warm breath on my weeping cock, teasing me for a while before claiming me with his mouth.

I was on fire. My hands tangled in Harry's hair, and my moans filled the air around us as he sucked me, forgoing the teasing in favour of my very obvious and urgent arousal. Eventually, he let go of my cock and went lower, raising my thighs to get better access. I whimpered as his tongue flicked at that sensitive bud of puckered flesh. Soon, his licking and probing had me reduced to a state of quivering and desperate moaning.

I was quite incoherent right then, so I hardly noticed when Harry interrupted what he was doing and reached for his wand

"Accio lubricant," he muttered, and a few seconds later a small tube landed in his outstretched palm.

I froze when I realised exactly what his intentions were. I had had a few lovers, and I had to admit that their thrashing and moaning underneath me had left me very curious, but I had never allowed anyone to dominate me. Actually, my original plan definitely involved me being on top, but yet again it seemed like Harry had other ideas.

I think Harry noticed my hesitation, because he paused his ministrations and looked at me tenderly.

"Is this OK, Draco? I won't do anything you don't want."

I nodded. "It's OK."

He growled, and gave me a kiss so full of desire I didn't regret my decision in the least. Soon enough, however, he slipped down between my legs and started to unscrew the lid of the tube.

"You'd better take it slowly, Potter," I warned, the closest I got to admitting I was the slightest bit nervous.

"Trust me, love."

Love?

No one had ever called me that before. No one had dared. But Harry was a Gryffindor, and the bravest of them all, of course he would dare. I kind of liked it, actually.

My musings were interrupted when I felt his slick finger probing at my entrance and slipping inside. Oh, that feels really good.

"Mmm."

He started to move his finger carefully, and soon added another. I moaned.

Oh god.

Are you all right? Does it hurt?" Harry asked, looking concerned – and for some reason his concern sincerely touched me, more perhaps than his fingers or, later, even his cock.

"No, it feels… good."

Harry worked at relaxing me for a while longer, before inserting a third finger. By that time I was very aroused, and very impatient, and though I still was a bit nervous I didn't want to wait any longer.

"Please, Harry… Now!"

"Are you sure, Draco?"

"Yes! Please, fuck me Harry!"

I looked into his eyes, and saw that the pupils were so dilated that his eyes were almost completely black. His hands were shaking with desire as he lubricated his cock and positioned himself. I could feel the head of his cock pushing at my entrance, and I tried to relax as the head slipped inside.

My muscles clenched around the unfamiliar intrusion, and he held still and let my body get used to the feeling. When I relaxed again he continued to push inside, agonisingly slowly; it was obvious that he had to restrain himself from doing it too quickly. At last he had pushed all the way in, and I could feel his throbbing dick buried deep inside me, where no one else had been before him. So full… Perfect…

"Oh god, Draco," he breathed, "so tight…"

I whimpered. I had never, ever felt anything like it. And our bodies fit so perfectly together, and his skin was so hot against mine…

Harry couldn't wait any longer. He pulled out and thrust inside again with one long stroke. And again. And again.

"Oh god!" I gasped, wholly unprepared for the feeling of him sliding in and out of me, and the look of total bliss on his face.

He twisted his hips slightly, and I felt him brush against a very sensitive spot. A sharp cry escaped my lips, and again, louder, as he did it once more.

Soon we found a satisfying rhythm, and I lost myself completely, lost awareness of anything but the pleasure, the rhythm, the rocking, Harry…

I thought my heart would burst, it beat so hard. I had never expected this, taking him in, submitting to him, receiving his desire so completely.

He thrust harder and harder, and soon he was pounding into me hard enough to shove my head into the armrest with every thrust, but I hardly noticed since one of his hands had found its way in between us and curled around my erection.

Yesyesyesyesyesohgodyes…

The double sensation of Harry filling me and stroking my erection, quickly sent me to the edge, and all I could feel was the intense pleasure, too much, I was going to…

"Oh god! Harry…!"

The room exploded as my climax ripped through me, making me tighten around Harry and coat both our chests with jets of milky come, convulsing, gasping, almost unable to breathe.

That proved too much for Harry, who grabbed my hips firmly, thrusting as deep as he could and screaming my name as his climax hit him.

Harry went limp on top of me, but I found I didn’t mind it at all. I buried my face in his sweet-smelling black hair and wished the moment would never end. Eventually Harry recovered a bit and moved so that he was lying next to me instead. Less suffocating, really, but I missed the weight of his body already.

"Arefacio," he whispered, cleaning us up with a simple spell.

I sighed contentedly and allowed myself to take comfort in his arms, sated and dazed by the strength of the sensations and emotions.

I felt Harry's lips move against my neck.

"So I was your first?"

I hummed sleepily, not really caring if he interpreted it as an affirmative or not. I think he did, though, judging by the bright, happy smile on his face. Well, he was a Gryffindor; he probably saw it as a great honour. I didn’t really mind that, either.

I knew I had to leave, but I was reluctant to do so; it felt so good, lying there in Harry's arms. Eventually I managed to summon enough willpower to move.

"I really should go now," I said, and tried to move into a sitting position.

"Do you really have to?" he asked and looked at me pleadingly.

"Well, um..." My resolve was quickly melting. "When you put it that way…"

Wrapping his strong arms tightly around me, he murmured:

"Please stay."

And I did.

Maybe because he wanted it so much, maybe because we found something new and special that night, maybe because of his sheer beauty, I don't know.

But I stayed.




Acta est fabula, plaudite!

[The play is over, applaud!]