My eyes! - H/D - NC-17
Title: My eyes!
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17

For marksy - ok, I can’t write Draco – but I can write Ron!


My eyes!
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It was all my fault.

I should never have thought of pranking Harry.

What happened was this. It was the Christmas holidays and I’d been alone in the dorm, and the door had been ajar – well, not ‘a jar’, because that doesn’t make sense, it had been open a little bit, but you knew I meant that.

So I heard Harry’s voice echoing up the stairs, and I thought, hey, he’s sneaking a girl up here – we were the only blokes in Gryffindor who’d stayed at school over Christmas – Harry couldn’t leave the school, and I couldn’t leave Harry – not like that! He’s my best mate. He needs me. And I take care of him.

So.

Harry’s Invisibility Cloak was on top of his trunk.

So I put it on and lurked by my bed.

I had to scrunch down a bit, because it doesn’t cover my feet, now I’m so tall – Harry’s still short enough to be able to ghost around the castle in it – and he’s still too skinny - fuck, I hate his Muggle family.

Anyway. I’m not sure what I was thinking, really – I’ve tried justifying it to Hermione, and apparently I am still the most insensitive wart she has ever met. I didn’t really have long to plan – and that’s how my brain works, you know, I have to take my time and work out my strategy – it’s like chess. So, I didn’t have a plan, I just sort of thought I’d, I dunno, hide and see who Harry was bringing up to his room – to his bed - maybe?

Not that I’d watch him, them, doing anything. I was going to sneak out the door, with all this good ammo for teasing him later. It’s my job to cheer him up, see.

Harry sort of backed into the room, chuckling low in his throat, really sexy sounding – if you go for blokes, which I don’t, OK?

And his arm was stretched out in front of him, holding a slim, pale hand, sort of coaxing his companion into the room, and I thought, aww, she’s shy, and he said “It’s OK, we’re alone, Ron is pestering Hermione in the library”, which is where I was supposed to be, but not what I was supposed to be doing.

And then Harry said “Please?” and I felt the first twinge of “I really shouldn’t be here”, ‘cos it wasn’t as if he was being all swaggery and I’d be able to tease him about it. He was really nervous – I could tell just from the tension in his back and shoulders – I know my Harry Potter, OK?

And that is when my world fell apart.

I know my Harry Potter? Well then who the fuck was this black-haired midget leading Draco fucking buggering Malfoy into my bedroom by the hand?

Fuck.

I shouldn’t have said ‘fucking’. Or ‘buggering’.

Malfoy?

Why, Harry, why?

He pulled him right into the room and guess what? Locked and Impeturbed the door. Trapping me in there with them. So it was partly Harry’s fault after all. And maybe that was my last chance to say something.

I mean, it would have been hellishly embarrassing, but I could have pulled off the cloak and muttered “Harry, I’m still here,” and not looked at them as I Finite Incantatumed the charm on the door and escaped.

But I was frozen to the spot. Im-fucking-possible to move. Hermione says I should have done. And she says that’s called ‘tmesis’, when you stick ‘fucking’ in the middle of another word. Well, not just ‘fucking’, anything really, but with me it’s always ‘fucking’.

Which is as close as I’ll ever get to the real thing, because I am scarred for life.

Because Harry pressed Malfoy back against the door, which sort of pressed him back, because it was Impeturbed, which was kind of cool, and ran his hand up his chest until he stroked his cheek, which kind of wasn’t.

And then he kissed him. Really softly at first, because Malfoy was just standing there, kinda frowning, and I never realised how slender he was before, I mean he was always just this huge nuisance, but he has the same Seeker build as Harry, which you could really see as Harry rubbed up against him – they fitted together perfectly.

Well, not perfectly as in ‘this is a really good idea’, just as in, um, the shape of their bodies.

Oh god, because there were bodies involved. And I saw them.

Malfoy suddenly came to life and started kissing back, and their hands went from the touching and stroking to the ripping off of clothes.

And even as Harry dragged Malfoy over to his bed and pushed him back on the pillows and slid his body down on top of him, I couldn’t help thinking that Harry was too thin. Because that’s my job. Taking care of Harry.

Though not in the way Malfoy did.

Because Harry was sucking on his neck and grinding his hips desperately down against Malfoy’s, obviously rubbing their cocks hard together, although I couldn’t really see that bit all that clearly – just the odd glimpse – and those slim, pale hands came up and cupped the cheeks of Harry’s arse and pulled them apart and one slim finger rubbed at Harry’s hole and Harry moaned loudly and thrust down really hard as he came.

And then Malfoy moved his other hand up and tangled it in Harry’s hair as he writhed under him and whimpered like a girl as he came, too.

And they lay there, staring into each other’s eyes, as their breathing slowed down. And then Harry kissed him again, and they slid off the bed and got dressed, and you would have thought they’d be too ashamed to look at each other, but they kept looking, and, and touching, and even though it was Malfoy, well, I’ve never seen Harry look so relaxed.

And they removed the Charms from the door and left, and Harry was still touching him.

And I sat down on my bed and pulled off the Invisibility Cloak. I tried very hard to get rid of the images playing inside my head, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget the sight of them coming. Of Malfoy arching up against Harry. Of Harry’s arse flexing as he thrust hard against Malfoy’s cock. Of Malfoy’s fingers probing Harry’s arse.

Hermione wonders why I didn’t turn away, or at least close my eyes.


Arse.