Chapter 9

                                        

                                              

Chapter 9
Draco was grumpy the next couple of days, but he didn't leave Harry alone at night. Harry still cuddled up against him every night, enjoying the contact. Harry had grown so close to him lately and knew that he was now dependent on him. More than that... he loved him. He was sure that Draco loved him, too. It wasn't about the life debt... or just about it. Draco always snuggled back. But Harry was starting to want more.
"Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you... fuck me?"
Draco choked on nothing. "E-Excuse me?"
"I mean... not... like they do it. I mean... nice. I... never been with anyone," Harry whispered.
Draco slowly took a breath in and stared at him. "No."
Harry wasn't willing to let it drop. "I-I just... I want a happy memory of sex... I mean... when I'm willing to do it."
"No!"
Harry winced and lowered his eyes. "Sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad."
Draco took a deep breath. "You're a prisoner. You've been abused, and you're not stable. I'm not taking advantage of you, Harry. It's not right... legally or morally."
"If I wasn't... like this? W-Would you... want me?" Harry asked, in a small voice.
"I'm gay, Potter. You've always been my obsession and you're beautiful," Draco purred, stroking his face. "This is not... I can't here."
Harry blushed. "I... wondered if you were. Gay... I mean."
Draco snorted. "I'm sure. Half the school wondered."
"Draco... all I know is pain," Harry murmured, with tears in his eyes. "I just... I just want something real. To enjoy it. I mean... I never... had sex before... here."
Draco looked at him, torn. "I'm sorry, but we can't. I can't take advantage of you when you're like this. It's wrong. I mean in another time and place, maybe."
Harry's shoulders dropped, and he cried into the blankets. He really wanted to connect to Draco that way. He was trapped and probably going to die. His final wish was to be with Draco on his terms.
Draco took a deep breath. "Harry... We could...."
Harry, teary-eyed, turned to look at him. "Yes?"
"You could... top. I-I think I could handle that... I mean... morally. I couldn't handle... hurting you, or even risking hurting you."
Harry's jaw dropped. "You'd let me...?"
"Yes. I'd let you do anything," Draco said.
"Now? Can we do it now?" Harry asked, excited.
Draco nodded. He got up and took off his robes and clothes. He made their bed bigger and conjured lube. He laid on his back and walked Harry how to stretch and prep properly before Harry slowly sank into him. Salazar, it felt good... for both of them. Harry was a little inexperienced, but he slowly got the rhythm down. He thrusted hard and kissed Draco as he unloaded into him. Draco came at the same time.
They settled back down onto the blankets and Harry cuddled back into Draco's arms, not caring that Draco was naked. He pressed his ass into Draco's groin, trying to remain connected.
"Thank you," Harry said, actually happy for the first time in a long time. He was crying different tears, now. "It was... amazing."
"You're welcome," Draco chuckled, and kissed his head.
"Are you sore?" Harry asked.
"A little. I haven't done that since sixth year."
"With who?"
"Blaise. He was interested in experimenting."
Harry bit his lip. "Can we do it again?"
"Now?" Draco said, surprised.
"No... I mean... again."
"Sure. Whenever you want, Harry. I'm yours to do with as you please," Draco declared, and Harry felt that in his soul. He kissed him gently on the lips, before looking away blushing. Draco tightened his arms around him, ready to protect him from anything.