Day 5 – First Time

Day 5 – First Time

The Room of Requirement was dimly lit, the enchanted space reacting to the tension and uncertainty in the air between Draco and Harry. The room had conjured a low fire in the corner, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls, and a plush rug lay beneath them, but beyond that, there wasn't much—just enough to make the space feel private, intimate, but still unfamiliar.

Harry stood near the center of the room, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, glancing at Draco, who was fidgeting with the hem of his robes. They hadn't spoken for the past few minutes, and the silence was getting heavier with every passing second.

This was uncharted territory for both of them.

It wasn't like they had planned this. It had started with an argument, like everything between them did. A spat in the corridor outside of Potions, then somehow a hurried conversation where one dared the other to meet in the Room of Requirement. And then... here they were. The fight felt so far away now, the tension between them different. Hotter. More confusing.

Harry cleared his throat awkwardly, breaking the silence. "So... uh, do we just...?" He waved his hand vaguely, not even sure how to finish the question.

Draco didn't answer right away. He was staring at the floor, biting his lip, his hands fidgeting nervously with his wand before he set it aside. "I don't know, Potter," Draco muttered. "I've never—" He cut himself off, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I don't know how this is supposed to go."

That confession hung in the air between them, the weight of it making Harry's stomach twist. Right, Harry thought, I have no idea either. The uncertainty made his pulse quicken, but the desire—that confusing, burning need—was still there, pulling them toward something they couldn't quite name yet.

"I mean," Harry began, trying and failing to keep the awkwardness out of his voice, "we could just... you know... try?"

Draco's gaze flickered to him, and for the first time in what felt like forever, there was no sneer, no smug grin, just the same uncertainty Harry was feeling. Draco swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he nodded slightly. "Okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

They both stood there, neither making the first move, and the silence stretched again. Harry's heart pounded in his chest, and he could feel the flush creeping up his neck. He had kissed girls before, and he knew how his body was supposed to respond, but this—this was entirely different. It wasn't just that Draco was a boy, though that was part of it. It was Draco.

The boy he had hated for years. The boy he couldn't stop thinking about, despite himself.

After a moment that felt far too long, Draco took a shaky breath and took a hesitant step forward. His hand hovered near Harry's arm, as if unsure of where to touch him. Harry watched, breathless, as Draco's fingers lightly brushed against his wrist, sending a jolt of something sharp and electric through Harry's skin.

And just like that, the tension between them shifted. It wasn't comfortable—it was awkward, hesitant—but it was real.

"I—" Harry started, but his words got caught in his throat when Draco's fingers slid up his arm, tentative, testing the waters.

Draco's brow furrowed slightly, and he let out a frustrated huff. "This is ridiculous. You're Potter. I shouldn't be—" He cut himself off again, shaking his head as if he was trying to shake off the doubt. "I shouldn't be this... nervous."

Harry let out a short laugh, not out of mockery, but out of shared frustration. "Yeah, well, I shouldn't be either."

They both stood there for another beat before, in a rush of movement, Harry grabbed Draco by the front of his robes, pulling him closer. The sudden motion was clumsy, and Draco stumbled forward, nearly tripping over his own feet before their bodies collided in an awkward, fumbling kiss.

It wasn't anything like the heated, passionate moments Harry had imagined when he had secretly let himself wonder what this would be like. Their noses bumped, their teeth clashed, and Draco made a surprised noise that was somewhere between a gasp and a yelp. Harry's hands fumbled, trying to hold Draco close, but somehow, one of his hands got caught in Draco's robes, and for a second, they were tangled up in each other, not in the way either of them had planned.

"Bloody hell," Draco muttered against Harry's lips, pulling back slightly, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "We're terrible at this."

Harry laughed, though it came out more like a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, we are."

But even in the awkwardness, the tension between them was still there, burning hot under the surface. Draco was standing so close, their chests brushing together with every ragged breath, and even though neither of them knew what they were doing, the desire was undeniable.

"Let's just... slow down," Draco muttered, his voice soft now, more hesitant than Harry had ever heard it. "We don't need to rush this."

Harry nodded, swallowing hard. "Right. Slowing down."

With more care this time, Draco reached for Harry again, his fingers curling around Harry's shoulders, pulling him closer with a tentative grip. Harry's hands found Draco's waist, and they moved together, slower now, their lips brushing tentatively as they tried to find a rhythm.

The kiss was soft, hesitant, but this time, it felt real. Harry's heart pounded in his chest, the sensation of Draco's lips against his own sending sparks of pleasure through him. It was still awkward—their noses bumped again, and at one point, Draco's hand slipped and knocked against Harry's jaw—but they were getting there.

When Draco's tongue tentatively brushed against Harry's bottom lip, Harry's breath hitched, and without thinking, he opened his mouth, letting Draco in. The kiss deepened, and Harry felt a rush of heat, his body responding to Draco's touch in a way that was both unfamiliar and thrilling.

Draco's hands were shaking slightly as they slid down Harry's chest, fingers fumbling as they tried to undo the buttons of Harry's shirt. Harry swallowed, his own hands trembling as he reached for the front of Draco's robes, struggling to get them open.

For a moment, it felt like they were back to fumbling again, their fingers awkwardly catching on each other's clothes, but this time, neither of them pulled away. They were both determined now, even if they didn't know what the hell they were doing.

"Here," Harry muttered, his voice shaky as he helped Draco with the buttons, finally managing to get his shirt open. Draco's hands immediately slid under the fabric, brushing against Harry's bare chest, and Harry shivered at the touch, a quiet gasp escaping his lips.

Draco paused for a second, his hand frozen on Harry's skin. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Harry nodded quickly, his breath coming faster. "Yeah. It's... it's okay."

Encouraged by Harry's words, Draco's hands began to move again, exploring Harry's chest with tentative, nervous fingers. Harry's own hands finally managed to get Draco's robes undone, and as he slid them off Draco's shoulders, his fingers brushed against the pale, smooth skin beneath.

Encouraged by Harry's words, Draco's hands began to move again, exploring Harry's chest with tentative, nervous fingers. Harry's own hands finally managed to get Draco's robes undone, and as he slid them off Draco's shoulders, his fingers brushed against the pale, smooth skin beneath. The soft texture of Draco's skin under his hands sent a strange thrill through Harry, but it was all so new, so uncertain. Neither of them had ever done anything like this before—especially not with each other.

Draco swallowed, his breath shallow as his hands fumbled to push Harry's shirt off his shoulders. The fabric got stuck for a second, tangling awkwardly around Harry's elbows, and both of them let out a soft, nervous laugh as they worked together to get rid of it.

"I guess we're... not exactly smooth at this," Harry muttered, his voice a little shaky but trying to keep things light. He didn't want Draco to know just how nervous he was—how much his heart was pounding, how dry his mouth felt.

Draco snorted softly, but there was a tension in his jaw that betrayed his nerves. "No kidding," he muttered back, his fingers grazing Harry's bare chest again, but this time more firmly. "Let's just—figure it out as we go."

Harry nodded, swallowing hard as Draco's hands dipped lower, his fingertips brushing over the waistband of Harry's trousers. It felt like every touch sent a shockwave through Harry's body, his skin tingling wherever Draco's fingers lingered. His own hands weren't any better—they were trembling slightly as they pushed Draco's trousers down over his hips, trying not to focus on the fact that they were stripping each other down, exposing themselves in ways that felt both thrilling and terrifying.

Once Draco's trousers were kicked aside, he was standing there in just his pants, his pale skin glowing in the dim light. Harry couldn't help but glance down, his heart hammering as he took in the sight of Draco's body, his lean muscles, the way his chest rose and fell with each nervous breath.

"Er—do we, um, take off the rest now?" Harry asked, awkwardly tugging at his own belt, his fingers clumsy and unsure.

Draco let out a breath, nodding slightly as he reached for the waistband of his own underwear, though his hands were shaking. "Yeah. I guess we should."

They both moved at the same time, their eyes flicking away from each other as they quickly stripped off the last of their clothes. The awkwardness between them was palpable, their movements hurried and fumbling as they stood there, fully naked now, not quite knowing what to do next.

Harry's eyes darted back to Draco's body, taking in the sight of him—bare, vulnerable, and just as nervous as he was. It was strange, seeing Draco like this. For so long, Draco had been the untouchable, the cold, sneering Slytherin. But here, in the Room of Requirement, Draco wasn't untouchable. He was just... a boy. A boy who was trembling as much as Harry was.

For a moment, neither of them moved, just standing there, unsure of how to close the gap between them. But then, slowly, Draco took a hesitant step forward, his eyes flicking nervously to Harry's face.

"I... I think we should try..." Draco started, but his voice trailed off awkwardly as he stepped closer. His hand hovered near Harry's arm, uncertain, before he finally made contact, his fingers brushing against Harry's shoulder.

Harry's breath caught in his throat as Draco's touch sent shivers through him. "Yeah," Harry agreed softly, not entirely sure what Draco had been about to suggest, but wanting to keep things moving, to stop the awkward silence from swallowing them both whole.

There was a moment of hesitation, then Draco's hand slid lower, ghosting over Harry's chest and down to his abdomen. Draco's fingers felt tentative, as if he wasn't sure what to do next, but there was something electric about the touch. It wasn't perfect, not by a long shot, but it felt right in a way that made Harry's breath catch.

Harry's own hands, not wanting to be idle, moved to Draco's waist, fingers trembling as they traced over the sharp angles of his hips, down the sides of his thighs. He could feel the slight tension in Draco's muscles, the way Draco's body responded with tiny jolts every time Harry's hands moved.

Then Draco's fingers dipped lower, wrapping tentatively around Harry's cock. The touch was tentative, almost awkward, and Harry bit back a gasp at the sensation. He could feel the warmth of Draco's hand, the way it trembled slightly, the uncertainty behind every movement.

"I don't—" Draco's voice was barely a whisper as he looked up at Harry, his hand tightening slightly around him. "I don't really know what I'm doing."

Harry let out a shaky breath, feeling both awkward and oddly comforted by Draco's admission. "Yeah," Harry muttered, trying to stifle a nervous laugh. "Me neither."

Draco glanced up at him, his expression torn between frustration and determination. "I want to try something... else," Draco said, his voice wavering slightly. His cheeks were flushed, his breath shallow, but his eyes were fixed on Harry's face. "I want to—just... let me."

Before Harry could respond, Draco was sinking to his knees, his hands awkwardly fumbling as he positioned himself between Harry's legs. Harry's heart jumped into his throat, his pulse racing as he realized what Draco was about to do.

Draco hesitated, his hand gripping the base of Harry's cock, and for a second, he just stayed there, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts. Then, with a shaky breath, Draco leaned forward, his lips brushing against the tip of Harry's cock, his touch uncertain and tentative.

Harry bit his lip, trying not to make too much noise, but he couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped him as Draco's mouth closed around him, the heat and wetness sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Draco's movements were slow, hesitant, and a little clumsy. There was too much pressure at first, his teeth scraping slightly against Harry's skin, making Harry wince.

"Careful," Harry muttered, his voice strained as he tried to guide Draco without sounding too harsh. "Not so much teeth."

Draco pulled back slightly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Sorry," he mumbled, his eyes flicking up to meet Harry's briefly before looking away again.

Harry felt a pang of guilt at Draco's uncertainty. "It's okay," he said quickly, his voice softening. "Just... maybe a little slower."

Draco nodded, swallowing hard before leaning in again. This time, he was more careful, his lips wrapping around Harry's cock without the harsh scrape of teeth, but his movements were still uncertain, fumbling. His tongue flicked out awkwardly, and Harry could feel Draco trying, but it was obvious neither of them knew what they were doing.

Despite the awkwardness, the heat of Draco's mouth, the softness of his lips, was enough to make Harry's breath come faster, his hands twitching at his sides as he tried to keep himself from thrusting into Draco's mouth. Draco's hands were trembling slightly as they gripped Harry's hips, holding him steady, but his rhythm was uneven, stopping and starting in a way that made everything feel disjointed.

After a few more seconds of fumbling, Draco pulled back, his face flushed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "This is harder than I thought it would be," he muttered, looking up at Harry with a sheepish expression.

Harry couldn't help but laugh, though it came out more like a breathless chuckle. "Yeah," he agreed, his heart still pounding. "It's... definitely not like in the books."

Draco snorted, his lips curling into a small, nervous smile. "No, it really isn't."

There was a beat of silence between them, and then Harry reached down, his hand gently cupping Draco's cheek. "We don't have to keep going if you don't want to," Harry said softly, his voice gentle.

Draco looked up at him, his expression softening. "No," he said quietly, his fingers tracing Harry's hip. "I want to... I just don't know what I'm doing."

Harry's thumb brushed over Draco's cheek, his breath coming slower now. "We'll figure it out together," he murmured, his heart racing as he pulled Draco to his feet again.

They kissed, slower this time, and though they were still awkward, still fumbling, there was something about the clumsiness of it all that felt right.

Neither of them had to be perfect.

Their kiss deepened, growing a little more certain with every brush of lips and flick of tongues. The earlier awkwardness lingered, but it was easier now. Harry's heart pounded in his chest as Draco's hands slid up his back, pulling him closer, the heat between them building again, hotter and more insistent.

Harry's mind raced as they pressed together, their bare skin rubbing against each other, igniting that electric tension. He knew where this was going, knew what Draco wanted, and he wasn't going to stop this time. He just needed to take it slow.

"Draco," Harry murmured, his lips brushing against Draco's ear, his breath hot and uneven. "Turn around."

Draco's breath hitched, and for a moment, he hesitated, biting his lip as he looked at Harry. But then he nodded, his eyes dark with need, and slowly turned, his back to Harry, his body tense with anticipation.

Harry's hands settled on Draco's waist, feeling the subtle tremor beneath his skin as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Draco's neck. His fingers traced the line of Draco's spine, down over his lower back, stopping just above his arse. Harry hesitated for a moment, his heart hammering as he reached for the bottle of lube that had appeared on the small table next to them—thank you, Room of Requirement.

Harry's hands trembled slightly as he poured some of the cool liquid onto his fingers, the sound of the bottle opening making Draco shift nervously. "It's okay," Harry said softly, his voice gentle as his other hand rubbed soothing circles over Draco's hip. "I'll be careful."

Draco nodded, his breath shaky as he leaned forward, bracing his hands on the edge of the plush rug beneath them. His body was taut, tense with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

Harry knelt behind Draco, his fingers slick with lube as he gently spread Draco's cheeks, his eyes focused on the task ahead. This was new for both of them, and Harry wasn't about to rush it. He pressed one finger to Draco's entrance, circling it slowly, applying gentle pressure but not pushing in just yet.

Draco's breath hitched, his fingers tightening their grip on the rug. "Harry—" he muttered, his voice low and uncertain.

Harry's hand stroked Draco's hip, reassuring him as he slowly pushed the tip of his finger inside. The lube made it easier, but Draco was still tight, and Harry could feel the tension in his body as he slid his finger in deeper, moving with slow, deliberate care.

Draco let out a shaky breath, his muscles tightening for a moment before relaxing slightly. "It's fine," Draco murmured, his voice rough. "Just... just go slow."

Harry nodded, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he focused on Draco's body, feeling the way he responded to each movement. He slid his finger in and out with deliberate care, watching the way Draco's back arched slightly as he adjusted, the soft sounds he made with each movement sending sparks of arousal through Harry's body.

After a few moments, Harry added a second finger, carefully stretching Draco, his fingers moving in a slow rhythm, working Draco open. Draco gasped softly, his body tensing again, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he pushed back slightly, his breath coming faster as he grew more accustomed to the sensation.

Harry's own arousal was building rapidly, his cock hard and aching as he watched Draco submit to his touch. His fingers curled inside Draco, brushing against that spot deep within, and Draco let out a low, choked moan, his body jerking forward at the sudden wave of pleasure.

"Fuck—Harry," Draco gasped, his voice shaky as he glanced over his shoulder. "That—"

Harry's lips curled into a small, nervous smile. "That's good?"

Draco nodded quickly, his breath ragged as he pushed back against Harry's fingers again, his arse flexing around them, eager for more. "Yeah," he muttered, his voice rough with need. "It's good. Really good."

Harry added more lube, making sure everything was slick and ready. His fingers slid in and out of Draco, faster now, more confidently, stretching him until Harry was sure he was ready. His own body was trembling with anticipation, his mind spinning with the thought of what was about to happen.

"Draco," Harry said softly, pulling his fingers out slowly, watching the way Draco's body shivered at the loss of contact. "Are you sure?"

Draco looked back at him, his eyes dark and full of need. "Yes," he breathed, his voice steady despite the tension in his body. "I'm sure."

Harry's heart pounded as he positioned himself behind Draco, his cock slick with lube as he lined himself up with Draco's entrance. His hands gripped Draco's hips, holding him steady as he pressed forward, the tip of his cock nudging against Draco's arse. The tightness, the heat—it was overwhelming.

Slowly, carefully, Harry pushed forward, the pressure building as he sank deeper into Draco. Draco let out a low moan, his body tensing as Harry entered him, the sensation unfamiliar and intense for both of them.

Harry's breath came in short, shallow bursts as he pushed in further, feeling Draco's body stretch around him, taking him in inch by inch. The heat, the tightness—it was almost too much. Draco was trembling beneath him, his fingers gripping the rug tightly as he adjusted to the intrusion.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, his voice strained as he held himself still, letting Draco adjust.

Draco nodded, his breath shaky as he let out a low, controlled exhale. "Yeah," he muttered, his voice hoarse. "Just... move."

Harry swallowed hard and began to move, pulling out slowly before pushing back in, his hands gripping Draco's hips to guide him. The friction, the heat—it was overwhelming, and Harry had to bite back a groan as he set a slow, careful rhythm.

Draco moaned softly, his body trembling with each thrust as he adjusted to the sensation, the discomfort slowly giving way to pleasure. Harry's pace quickened slightly, his hips moving with more confidence now, each thrust deep and deliberate as he filled Draco completely.

The sound of their bodies moving together filled the room, soft gasps and moans mingling with the crackle of the fire. Harry's hands slid up Draco's back, his fingers tracing the curve of Draco's spine as he thrust deeper, feeling the way Draco's body responded to him, the way he pushed back with each movement.

"Harry—" Draco gasped, his voice trembling with pleasure now, the earlier uncertainty fading as he gave himself over to the sensation. "Fuck—keep going."

Harry groaned softly, his hands tightening on Draco's hips as he thrust harder, the pleasure building with each movement. Draco's arse clenched around him, and Harry could feel the tension in Draco's body as he rocked back into each thrust, his breath coming faster, more desperate.

The heat between them was unbearable now, the pleasure mounting with every passing second. Harry's heart raced, his body trembling with the effort of holding back, of keeping control. He wanted to make this last, to savor every moment, but Draco's moans, the way his body tightened around him, was pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"Draco," Harry gasped, his voice strained as he thrust into Draco again, deeper this time, hitting that perfect spot inside him. Draco cried out, his back arching as the pleasure washed over him, his fingers clutching the rug as he trembled beneath Harry.

"Fuck—Harry—I'm close," Draco gasped, his voice shaky and breathless, his body trembling with the intensity of it all.

Harry's grip tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he felt himself teetering on the edge. The heat, the tension, the way Draco's body clenched around him—it was too much.

"Come with me," Harry muttered, his voice rough as he thrust harder, faster, chasing his own release. "Please, Draco—"

With a final, deep thrust, Harry's body tensed, his release crashing into him with a force that left him breathless. His cock pulsed inside Draco, his entire body trembling as the pleasure consumed him, leaving him shaking and spent.

Draco cried out, his own release hitting him just moments after, his body shuddering violently as he came, his fingers gripping the rug so tightly his knuckles turned white. The pleasure was blinding, overwhelming, and Draco's entire body trembled with the force of it.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, both of them panting, gasping for breath, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their release. Harry's arms shook as he held himself up, still buried deep inside Draco, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

When he finally pulled out, he collapsed beside Draco on the rug, both of them too spent to move, too overwhelmed by what had just happened.

They lay there for a while, the fire casting a warm glow over their bodies, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Neither of them spoke, the awkwardness gone now, replaced by something softer, something more real.

After a while, Draco turned to look at Harry, his expression unreadable but softer than before. "That was... something," he said quietly, his voice still shaky but filled with a hint of humor.

Harry laughed, though it came out as more of a breathless chuckle. "Yeah. It really was."