The end of term arrived with a frantic, desperate energy that Draconia felt in her very bones. Students hurried through the stone corridors with trunks and heavy books, their voices echoing against the high ceilings of the castle. She watched them from the periphery of the Great Hall, her eyes tracking the way people moved with a newfound sense of freedom. The badge sat in a dark drawer in her dormitory, a heavy weight left behind in the wood. She did not miss the weight of it, nor the way it had forced her to lie to protect a man who had never asked for her help.
Harry moved through the crowd with a heavy tread, his eyes searching for her in a sea of moving robes. He looked tired, the dark circles under his eyes more pronounced than they had been in the spring. When he finally found her standing near the entrance to the courtyard, he did not smile. He simply came to a halt a few feet away, his hands shoved into the pockets of his trousers.
"You look like you are ready to flee," Harry said.
"I am nearly there," Draconia replied, stepping closer to him so their shoulders almost brushed. "The term is almost over, and the train will take us away from this place soon enough."
"Do you regret it?" he asked, his voice low and flat.
"Regret what, exactly?"
"The way you handled the Inquisitor situation. The way you used the name to make yourself look like a hero when you were just being a liar."
Draconia felt a sharp sting in her chest, but she kept her expression neutral. "I did what was necessary to keep the peace, Harry. Nobody asked for my opinion on how to handle the politics of this school."
"You were being a martyr," he said, stepping into her space. "And you were being a liar."
"And you were being a stubborn idiot," she countered, her voice rising just enough to be heard by a passing group of Hufflepuffs. "You refused the protection, you refused the help, and then you acted as if the entire world owed you a debt for surviving it."
"I did not want it," he said, his jaw tightening.
"But you took it anyway," she whispered.
They stood there for a moment, the tension between them a physical thing that refused to dissipate. They had spent the last few weeks in the Room of Requirement, stripping away the layers of pretense and the polite lies they used to shield themselves from the truth. In that room, there had been no room for the Malfoy name or the Potter legend; there had only been the heat of their bodies and the bluntness of their desire.
"We should go," Draconia said, her voice slightly breathless. "The corridors are getting crowded."
"One more time," Harry said, his eyes dark and intense. "Before the train leaves."
They found a small, shadowed alcove near the entrance to the Grand Staircase, a place where the stone walls curved inward to provide a modicum of privacy. Harry pressed her back against the cold masonry, his hands finding the hem of her robes. He pulled the fabric up, exposing her legs to the cool air of the corridor.
"I want you," he muttered against her neck, his breath hot and damp.
"Then fuck me," she commanded, her hips tilting upward to meet him.
Harry moved with a sudden, violent grace, unfastening his trousers and freeing his cock. It was thick and heavy, the head already weeping a bead of pre-cum that glistened in the dim light of the hallway. He grabbed her thighs, spreading them wide as he knelt before her. Draconia reached down, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, feeling the pulse of him against her palm. She guided him toward her slit, her pussy already slick and swollen with need.
He pushed his head against her clitoris, rubbing the sensitive nub of flesh before sliding his fingers deep into her cunt. He wanted to feel the wetness of her, the way her walls gripped his digits. He pushed two fingers in, then three, stretching her wide as he felt her internal muscles pulse around him. Draconia let out a sharp, jagged breath, her head hitting the stone wall behind her as he worked his fingers inside her.
"You are so wet," Harry groaned, his voice a guttural rasp.
He lifted himself up, positioning the broad head of his cock at her opening. He shoved himself inside her in one long, brutal motion. Draconia gasped as his thickness filled her, the sensation of his cock stretching her pussy to the limit. He was so large that she felt every ridge of him, the hard muscle of his shaft sliding against her sensitive inner walls. He began to fuck her, his thrusts heavy and rhythmic. He pulled almost entirely out before plunging back in, his pubic bone slapping against her clitoris with a wet, rhythmic sound.
"Fuck, Draconia," he hissed, his eyes locked on hers. "You feel incredible."
He gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he drove himself deeper. The friction of his cock inside her pussy created a heat that seemed to radiate through her entire body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel the full weight of him. He fucked her harder, his movements becoming more frantic as the sensation built. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy was loud in the quiet corridor, a wet, slapping sound that made her heart race.
She felt the pressure building in her lower abdomen, a tightening coil of tension that demanded release. He reached down, his thumb finding her clitoris and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The combination of the internal stretching and the external friction was too much to bear. She cried out, her voice muffled by the stone, as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy walls clamped down on his cock in tight, rhythmic spasms, milking him as he reached his own peak.
"I'm coming," she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut.
Harry let out a low roar, his thrusts becoming short and violent. He buried himself as deep as he could, his cock pulsing inside her as he began to cum. She felt the hot, thick jets of his cum hitting her cervix, filling her with his warmth. He groaned, his forehead resting against her shoulder as he rode out the sensation, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
They stayed there for a moment, both of them panting, the heat of the act lingering in the air. The sensation of his cum filling her pussy was a heavy, grounding weight. As they straightened their robes and smoothed their hair, the reality of the public setting began to settle back over them. They stepped out of the alcove, walking toward the main corridor where the crowd of students was densest.
The movement of the crowd was a blur of color and noise, but they moved through it with a sense of purpose. They reached the junction near the Great Hall, where the movement was most hectic. Three Gryffindor students stood in a small group, laughing and talking loudly as they waited for the corridor to clear.
Harry slowed his pace, his expression shifting back to the unreadable mask he wore in public. Draconia felt the familiar sting of the old tension, the urge to pull back and pretend nothing had happened. She watched as a boy from Gryffindor stepped forward to block their path, his chest puffed out in a show of unearned bravado.
Before she could say a word, Harry moved. He stepped closer to her, his presence sudden and commanding. He reached out, his hand settling firmly at her waist, the warmth of his palm seeping through the fabric of her robes. It was a brief, possessive gesture, lasting only a heartbeat. The three Gryffindors went silent, their eyes widening as they watched the interaction.
He looked down at her, a smirk playing on his lips that didn't