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"I wish I could have been there," Harry admitted with a grin, not for the first time that afternoon.
"Of course you do," Draco grumbled. "You would've had the time of your life laughing at me."
As though to prove his point, Harry burst out into laughter once again, like he hadn't been laughing his arse off for the better part of two hours, ever since Draco had returned to their room after his Defence Against the Dark Arts N.E.W.T. Draco threw a pillow at him, which was received with yet more laughter, before collapsing back down on the bed.
For the first time ever in his eight years of taking Defence, Draco had returned confident that he'd get an Exceeds Expectations, the very grade Harry had been sort of tutoring, sort of teasing him for. What Harry didn't need to know was that the teasing had oftentimes helped more than the tutoring, which had often devolved into hand-to-hand combat and subsequent fucking.
And trust, the fucking was highly enjoyable, but not very useful when you needed at the very least an Exceeds Expectations Defence N.E.W.T. to get into the Healer programme at St. Mungo's. Ergo, Harry's teasing that he couldn't do it had been far more effective at spurring him into studying and practising.
It hadn't all been done to shut Harry up and prove him wrong, though. Defence was Harry's best subject, ranking far above any others both in grades and personal enjoyment, so perhaps Draco had wanted to make him proud. Just a little.
He hadn't exactly been willing to admit that to himself, with the end of the year drawing near along with whatever he and Harry had had going on, but when he'd cast his Patronus earlier, during his N.E.W.T., for the very first time, and it had turned out to be—
"A ferret!" Harry howled with laughter. Yes, it had turned out to be a ferret. Obviously. "Come on, Draco, can you blame me?"
"Yes," Draco answered sourly, but it went unheard by Harry.
"I wish you'd cast it again so I can see," Harry said instead, also not for the first time that afternoon. Draco flushed, his blood betraying him like it always did these days.
"No thanks," he said stiffly. "I'm all Defenced out for the day."
"Of course," Harry said with a roll of his eyes, the mirth in those green eyes making it clear that he knew Draco had declined just because he felt embarrassed. He wasn't entirely wrong... "Look what I got you." A box bumped into Draco's arm where Harry had slid it across the bed. It was cold and buzzed with Harry's magic. "As a little reward."
Draco sat up, frowning at the colourful yet static Muggle packaging. "Ice cream?" he wondered, picking up the box and looking for a way to open it without using magic. That hadn't ended too well the last time Harry had got him Muggle sweets. "Looks strange..."
Harry snorted and took the box out of his hand, opening it with such ease that did not have Draco jealous. "It's an ice lolly," he explained with a laugh. Curiously, Draco took out something long and cylindrical which decidedly looked nothing like the pictures. Muggles... "Here," Harry prompted, taking the 'ice lolly' and opening a second layer of packaging before handing him back something that finally resembled the box, if a little deformed.
The ice lolly was a thin, multi-coloured cylinder, with an even thinner wooden stick coming out of the bottom of it. Draco assumed that was where he was supposed to hold it and gave the red part at the top a tentative lick. It tasted like raspberry. Draco hummed and licked at it again.
"Not bad," he remarked, glancing at Harry as he sucked the top into his mouth. He found Harry staring hard at the ice lolly, his cheeks flushed, and Draco was more than familiar with that look in those green eyes. Just to get back at him a little for earlier, Draco pulled off the lolly and pressed his tongue flat to the tip before sucking it down as far as he could. Most of the way, it seemed, but he had had a lot of practise recently.
As though on command, Harry's breath hitched, his eyes darkening as he stared at Draco exhausting his fellatio skills on an ice lolly. When he sucked back up, he let a little moan slip, just for good measure, which had Harry's eyes shoot up and meet his at last. "These are pretty good," he commented innocently. "Want some?"
He sucked the lolly down once more as he waited for Harry's answer, watching gleefully as Harry's eyes fell back to his mouth and his next words were stammered. "Sure," he forced out, reaching for the box, but Draco acted faster. He crawled onto Harry's lap and pressed their mouths together. Harry moaned out in response, hands coming up to grab Draco's waist as Draco intermingled their tongues.
Much too soon for his own liking, Draco pulled off with a smirk. "How's it taste?" he whispered into Harry's ear before licking his earlobe. Harry squirmed with a shaky exhale, his hands tightening on Draco's waist.
"Good," he answered softly. "You taste good."
Draco flushed, sitting back on Harry's thigh and narrowing his eyes at him. "The ice cream, dummy," he said with a roll of his eyes, shoving the lolly past Harry's parted lips with a smirk. Harry's eyes rolled back, and one of his hands came up to grasp Draco's wrist. Draco let him, but only because Harry wasn't stopping him.
His other hand pulled Draco closer again, subsequently pressing their crotches together. Draco frowned down at the sizeable bulge in Harry's trousers. A bit of faux fellatio and forcing an ice lolly down his throat, and he was that hard already? Though, when Draco had licked his ear, he had responded with surprising intensity...
He turned his frown on Harry, on his glazed-over eyes and mouth stuffed with a freezing cold ice cream. Surely, the cold would be a turn-off for someone who constantly went on about how much he loved the warmth of fucking someone? Tentatively, he pulled the ice lolly back, biting his lip as he rolled it just for a moment over Harry's tongue when it remained outstretched.
Just to check if it was still cold enough, of course, he sucked the ice lolly back down himself, pushing even farther than earlier. So close, damn it. He swirled his tongue around the tip when he pulled it out, then quickly pressed his cold mouth to Harry's.
Harry moaned out almost immediately, and Draco giddily swallowed it down. He pressed his cold tongue into Harry's mouth, twining it together with Harry's own tongue, as he enjoyed Harry's small sounds of pleasure.
While they kissed, he let the tip of the ice lolly trail over Harry's neck and as far down his shirt as he could manage. Harry responded most favourably, one hand clasping at the back of Draco's head as the other used his hold on Draco's waist to rub their crotches together. "Draco, fuck," he breathed against Draco's mouth.
"Like it?" Draco asked with a smirk. "Like how cold it is?"
"Yeah," Harry moaned out, his other hand dropping down to Draco's waist as well and setting a harder pace. "Feels good."
Draco hummed and shimmied out of Harry's hands, sitting back on the bed. "Lie down and take your shirt off," he commanded as he sucked the ice lolly back into his mouth. That time, there was nothing more to it than the admittedly great flavour of artificial sweeteners and fake fruit.
Harry complied easily enough, his cheeks flushing just a shade darker as he threw off his shirt (as well as his trousers and pants, even though Draco hadn't asked for that, but fuck, he'd never grow tired of seeing that cock) and lay down on his back. Draco prowled on top of him, placing a short, cold kiss on Harry's lips before moving down.
From Harry's chin all the way down to his throbbing cock, Draco left a trail of cold kisses. In the meantime, he pressed the cold tip of the ice lolly to one of Harry's nipples, rubbing in circles as Harry moaned and squirmed beneath him. When Draco set to move off just before reaching Harry's cock, which rested on his hip in all its red and throbbing glory, a hand tried to push Draco down.
Draco tutted, shaking the hand off and sitting up. "Behave, now," he reprimanded Harry lightly, glancing up to find darkened green eyes staring at him. Harry's entire face was flushed down to his chest, his lips parted with his pants. And to think their time at Hogwarts would end soon and Draco would lose—
Nope, not thinking that, Draco tried to argue with himself, but his mind flashed back to earlier, to when he'd cast his Patronus for the first time and had come face to face with just how deep whatever this thing he had going on with Harry ran for him. Could he really deny his feelings any longer when even his Patronus—
"Please," Harry begged softly, his hands grasping for Draco.
Draco tilted his head with a smirk as he brought the ice lolly back to his mouth. He sucked down as far as he could, then demonstrated his skills once more on the tip before leaning down and doing the same to Harry's cock with his now-cold tongue. The result was a wonderful throaty moan and desperate hands grasping at his hair. Draco let them push him down onto Harry's cock.
Just like he'd done with the lolly, he sucked Harry down as far as he could manage. The heat of Harry's throbbing cock was quickly warming the coldness of his mouth, but Harry was appreciative none the less, his noises and responses much louder and more enthusiastic than any other time Draco had sucked him off—except maybe the first time.
It felt good to be able to make Harry feel this good, and he'd miss—Draco winced as he forced Harry's cock down deeper, deeper than he'd ever managed before. It ached a bit in the back of his throat, but Draco found he didn't mind if it kept his thoughts from drifting. Harry, though, did, even though he had trouble articulating that at the moment.
"Draco, shit," he gasped, his hands confused about whether to keep Draco's head down or to pull him off. "Don't do that!"
Draco glared up at him, at his gorgeous red face and pretty wide green eyes, staying down just a little longer before sucking back up. "I'm fine," he tried to say, but it came out raspy. He cleared his throat with an embarrassed flush and sucked the ice lolly into his mouth to refresh the coldness. Surprisingly, it helped his voice a bit, too. "Just let me make you feel good."
"Not if it hurts you!" Harry argued, his angry concern only adding fuel to that interminable fire in the pit of Draco's chest. Draco hated that fire, hated how it licked at his insides at everything Harry did, how there seemed to be absolutely nothing that could soften it.
How could he possibly accept those stupid feelings when Harry probably wouldn't even remember what they had after school ended in less than a month? Wouldn't it just make it harder to move on if he actually addressed exactly what that fire meant, what that heat meant every time he looked at Harry, or heard his laugh, or touched him?
"Draco?" Harry asked tentatively, a warm hand coming up to hold his cheek. Draco shook him off with a reinvigorated glare and brought his cold mouth back down to Harry's cock. He sucked the head into his mouth to a low groan, swirling his cold tongue over the tip and pressing it to the slit.
A drop of precum leaked into his mouth, and Draco greedily swallowed it down before pulling off and mouthing down Harry's length. He pressed the ice lolly to the tip instead, smiling at the loud moan and the stuttered thrust of Harry's hips.
After a quick refresh and a very short show that had Harry's cock give an appreciative throb in Draco's hand, he brought the ice lolly back down to the head as he sank lower to suck Harry's balls into his cold mouth.
"Fuck, Draco~" Harry gasped appreciatively, his hips thrusting up lightly. Draco licked back up with a proud smile, mouthing back up Harry's length before he could join the ice lolly with his tongue, licking all over the head. His hand worked at Harry's shaft, every pump and lick deliberate to push Harry closer and closer to the edge.
Harry had a bad habit of not warning Draco before he came, so Draco had come to learn his signs very well. When his thrusts got more sporadic, and he started squirming just lightly, Draco upped his efforts, listening for the little hitch of breath to angle the ice lolly in the right position.
That time, though, the hitch of breath was a shaky moan, and Draco was only just in time to catch as much of Harry's cum on the ice lolly as possible. He jerked him off through it, watching his cum streak the ice lolly before looking up at his heaving chest. Harry always made a pretty sight when he came, with his reddened cheeks and swollen lips and those dark green eyes that never left Draco.
It was under those eyes that he sucked the cum-covered ice lolly into his mouth with a grateful moan that he felt in his own throbbing cock, desperate for some attention after the work he'd put in and the show Harry had put on. "Draco," Harry breathed appreciatively, staring wide-eyed as Draco cleaned the lolly off just like he would Harry's cock. "Shit... Come here."
Harry's hand reached out for him, and Draco followed it up Harry's body until he was straddling his chest, his clothed bulge in Harry's face. Harry wasted no time taking him out and sucking him down, strong hands holding Draco's arse to angle his hips into Harry's mouth. Draco moaned out in encouragement, his hands tangling in Harry's wild, sweaty curls.
He was faintly aware that he was still holding the ice lolly and that it was dripping into Harry's hair and onto the pillow, but he, frankly, didn't give a shit. Harry's mouth felt incredible around him, and fuck if he hadn't got amazing at giving blow jobs himself. Half a year of sneaking into broom cupboards certainly hadn't gone to waste.
Even though he tried not to, when his orgasm rose quick and aggressive, Draco began thrusting lightly into Harry's mouth. Harry's mirthful eyes flashed up at him, making him flush and glare in return, but there was only so much anger he could feel directed at Harry these days.
One thing Draco still took pride in being better than Harry at was warning Harry when he was about to come. "Harry, close—" he keened, shooting his own load deep down Harry's throat and making him choke just a little before he caught up and swallowed it down. Okay, his timing was a little off, but at least he gave one!
Draco remained there to catch his breath and card his empty hand through Harry's hair, mostly because Harry's hands were still holding his arse and he hadn't pushed Draco off yet. Once his cock had gone too soft for him staying there to be considered normal, he slipped off and lay down next to Harry.
His insides a confusing and exhausting mix of emotions, Draco absentmindedly sucked the ice lolly back into his mouth, for the first time in a 'hot' second appreciating the sweetness of the gift Harry had got him. When he popped it out for just a second, he realised his sucking the lolly hadn't been as meaningless as he'd assumed.
"It was a stag," he blurted out before he could stop himself.
"Wha?" Harry asked, placing a kiss on Draco's forehead as one of his hands came up to play with Draco's hair.
"My Patronus," he continued, even though his mind was yelling at him to stop, to put the lolly back into his mouth, to do anything at all. "It wasn't a ferret. It was a stag."
Harry's confused eyes watched him for another second before realisation dawned. Draco averted his eyes at the first signs. "A stag," Harry echoed. "Mine's a swan," he admitted quietly a beat later. "It changed recently."
"It did?" Draco asked, propping himself up to look at Harry, and noticed his wide eyes and flushing cheeks for the first time. Harry nodded, his lips pressed together in a tight line, like he was waiting for Draco to connect some dots.
"Graceful, beautiful," Harry said softly, bringing a hand up to hold and caress Draco's cheek. "A little bit of a prick if they feel threatened. Reminds me of someone I got to know very well recently, don't you think?"
Before he could stop them, Draco's eyes filled with embarrassing tears, and he quickly hid his face in Harry's neck. It made Harry laugh. Not meanly, though. He laughed like Draco was endearing. The hand Harry had on his cheek slipped to card through his hair, and a soft kiss pressed to the crown of his head was the prelude to the rest of Draco's life.
"Don't be scared," Harry said softly, like he could see into Draco's very fucking soul, then quieter, even softer, "I was scared, that you wouldn't feel the same. My Patronus changing terrified me so much I haven't cast it in a month. But I can't just let you go, Draco. I won't."
"Okay," Draco said, because if he said anything more, he'd actually cry and then would forever be too embarrassed to remember this day.
"Okay," Harry echoed him, then fell silent. Draco shifted his head slightly after a moment to rest his ear on Harry's chest and listen to his heartbeat.
They'd be okay, Draco told himself, because Harry said they would be.