herumtreiber

Title: Unusual ending - chapter 6 part two
Chapter: six
Author:

herumtreiber
Genre: Slash, time travel, romance, adventure
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or related characters. Nor do I make any money from the writing of these stories.
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual content
Epilogue compliant? No way!
Chapter length: 3807 words
Beta: None.
Summary: Old meets new. Harry walks all over Draco's heart, and when he realizes his mistakes he does the unforgivable so Draco takes him back. Time travel. During HBP, disregards Deathly Hallows - that means everyone's alive, except Sirius, but...

Table of contents

Part one

Harry entered the Potions classroom timidly, clutching the note Remus had given him.

Severus Snape swooped down towards Harry, glaring at him, "Finally you make your appearance, Mr. Potter. That merits five points from Gryffindor for your tardiness."

Scowling, Harry gave him the note.

The Potions Master opened it disdainfully and read it.

"What are you waiting for, Potter, take your seat!" said Snape angrily.

"But the note said…"

"Still, you were late in the company of that… Professor," replied Snape contemptuously.

Harry glared and took his seat next to Pansy. He turned around and didn't see Draco.

Pansy leaned towards him and whispered, "Draco's in the library, researching our… I mean his Charms homework."

Snape sat down on his chair and asked Harry threateningly, "Potter, suppose I picked up fluxweed during the new moon. What could I use it for?"

Harry replied calmly, "Many potions, just not Polyjuice, that needs fluxweed picked at full moon."

Harry grinned when he heard several Gryffindors gasping incredulously, including Hermione and Ron.

"Indeed," replied Snape, his pale face flushing angrily - without giving him any House points.

He motioned towards the blackboard where the instructions for the Magical Strengthening Solution were, "Potter, you will try to brew that. I hope Miss Parkinson's help is enough to compensate your abysmal potions skills."

Harry glared at him. Pansy nudged him and pointed at the table, where the ingredients for the potion were laid out. She said, "You'll have to get the Erumpent horn, it was too high for me."

He scowled, was Pansy trying to trick him again? He suspected some Slytherin plot when she wanted to be shown the Seeker moves. Pansy didn't care for Quidditch, just like Hermione – despite her prat of a boyfriend.

He stood up to go to the cupboard, but when he saw Ron approaching it, muttering something under his breath, Harry sat down and made Pansy go instead. The Slytherin girl left in a huff, mumbling something about domineering Gryffindors.

Harry took out his book and began to read it lazily. Fortunately this was a potion he remembered well from the future, so he knew how to prepare it. He blushed at his doodles and put down the book next to the ingredients.

Harry waved his wand and lit a fire under the cauldron, and then he upended the vial of salamander blood.

He idly noticed Ron walking back to his table, holding three vials with his left hand and his potions book with his right, still muttering to himself. Harry rolled his eyes and turned to face the cauldron.

Suddenly Snape appeared next to him and forcefully grabbed his book.

He opened it and began to examine it carefully.

Harry frowned fiercely at the Potions Master - luckily George had taught him a spell to disguise his magical doodles. Snorting disdainfully, Snape put the book down and glided away - his robes billowing behind him.

Harry's eyes narrowed, following the swirling movement of the black robes. He suspected Snape might have hinkypuffs attached to his back which created a breeze to billow his robes - but he couldn't prove it just yet. Anyway, if he did, Draco would be mad for treating his mentor so.

He added the rest of the ingredients in the correct order until he got to the pomegranate juice.

He debated whether to add it or drink it, but finally he decided to make the potion right and astound Snape – and his erstwhile friends. Harry turned to the Gryffindor side of the room and caught Hermione looking intently at him.

With a start, Harry realized she was looking hungrily at his book. He picked it up carefully and clutched it to his chest. What was the matter with these two? Were they working as a team to steal his book? He snorted when he thought that Ron would be mighty surprised.

When Pansy returned, he instructed her how to stir correctly the potion– seven stirs clockwise and seventy counter-clockwise; and then it was to be kept simmering for seven minutes.

Harry didn't notice Ron surreptitiously handing something to Hermione, or her waving her wand towards him.

He gazed longingly at the thick Erumpent horn, which looked just like Draco's -

Harry adjusted his robes and squirmed in his seat, vividly recalling last night…

When Draco returned from the bathroom, a white towel hugged his slim hips. Harry's gaze followed hungrily the drops of water that slid down his alabaster chest to disappear into the towel.

He felt his cock stir once more; he could never get enough of his Dragon.

He followed attentively the growing tent in his towel, as Draco's cock began to grow in sympathy.

He hungered to own Draco completely – to be owned by him. He could understand that serpent in the old man's ring. He wanted to bite his own tail – Draco – and stay like that forever.

Draco eyed hungrily his Gryffindor, keeping this memory in perpetuity – Harry sprawled lazily on the bed, his glasses askew, and his book above his lap, slowly inching upwards as it was lifted by his rosy cock.

He'd never tire of Harry, who gave as good as he got, who finally proved to be both attentive and demanding. He suspected he knew the reasons for his seemingly sudden change – but this Harry, he belonged to him completely. He'd never let go of the Gryffindor now that they were truly one.

Draco took off his towel in one fluid motion and he smirked when he saw Harry blush and lick his lips hungrily. Harry stared mesmerized at Draco's angry red cock, as if he were a bird staring at a hungry snake.

Draco sat astride Harry and gently took the book and put it next to the Gryffindor tie near the pillow. He grabbed Harry's cock and pumped it lazily, rubbing the foreskin up and down the glans. He smiled when Harry moaned.

Without ceasing his ministrations, he leaned down and took off his glasses, which he put on the bureau again. He whispered huskily, "What do you want, Harry?"

Harry mumbled, "Want you to take me."

Draco pretended not to hear, while he moved his hand below Harry's balls – his thumb and index fingers circling Harry's entrance.

Harry jerked his hips, wanting more contact. When Draco retired his fingers, Harry tried to glare, but ended up looking hungrily at him while he said loudly, "Want you to fuck me!"

Draco chuckled tenderly and grabbed his wand, casting a lubrication charm on his cock. He pushed one finger inside Harry while he ordered, "I want you to grab your ankles and open yourself for me. Can you do that, Harry? Open up so I can see all of you?"

Harry moaned wantonly and spread his legs, grabbing his shins and blushing fiercely.

Draco continued rubbing him inside, scissoring his fingers - lovingly preparing his Gryffindor. He growled when he felt Harry clench around his fingers. Harry glared at him, "Now! Dragon… want you now!"

Draco knelt on the bed and grabbed his cock with his left hand, guiding it towards Harry's entrance, and with his right hand he rubbed Harry around that sensitive spot – while Harry whimpered and maintained his position.

He entered Harry with a measured thrust, careful not to be too forceful. Draco was a bit nervous, he was still inexpert at this whole business of fucking him – until Harry grunted and jerked backwards, impaling himself halfway on Draco's cock.

Draco groaned, feeling the need to possess Harry, to make him his own – so that he would never stray again, would never leave him. He slowly speared Harry until the Gryffindor shouted, "Harder…. bloody move!"

When he was sunk to the hilt inside Harry, Draco pumped his cock in and out in fierce thrusts. He bent down and kissed him. Harry's lips opened immediately, and his tongue plunged deeply into Draco's mouth, mimicking the movements Draco was making below.

His legs were getting stiff so Harry put them around Draco's shoulders. Draco pumped his cock in and out of Harry's warm channel, varying the length and force of his strokes for a while, his sweat dropping down into Harry's chest. Harry's abdomen was smeared with precome, leaking steadily from his glans.

Harry was near coming from the forceful rubbing of his insides against Draco's thick cock. The squelching sound of their joining made him very hot. Harry moaned wantonly and decided that he would make Draco come first.

Draco growled fiercely when Harry wickedly clenched around his girth. He pumped twice more before he came with a shout.

Harry's hand moved to his cock and was joined by Draco's; with their motion, Harry had enough and came all over his chest.

Afterwards, Draco slipped out of him with a popping sound. He reached across the recumbent Harry and grabbed his wand, cleaning them. Afterwards he slumped tiredly next to him. Harry turned to the left and felt Draco curled up against him. Before they left for their respective dormitories, they dozed for a while, tired of their forceful activities, until…

… a finger poked Harry's side, startling him from his recollection. He heard Pansy whining, "Now what, Harry – the seven minutes are up!"

Harry glared weakly at the Slytherin girl who disturbed him from his pleasant memories and regretfully threw the Erumpent horn into the cauldron. When the potion was finished, Harry prepared the vial and put it on Snape's desk; walking a bit awkwardly with his schoolbag in front of him to hide his erection.

He made his way out of the classroom. He'd been so engrossed in his pleasant memory that he didn't notice the moment when his book had been levitated to the Gryffindor side of the room or the replacement that was put there; the book which Ron had taken from the cupboard.

Harry didn't notice Hermione's satisfied smirk as she left the classroom just before him, tugging a bewildered Ron.

tbc

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