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Chapter List
- 1-Making It Work
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Note: This is a three part story but I'm posting it all at once. It's

composed of three snapshots of Harry and Draco's affair. There's some

vague angsty plot here.

Part 1

There Would Be Next Time

Harry knew he was late, but it could not be helped, he barely managed to

come at all. Only the fact that he couldn�t stay away, made him spout out lies

and rush to his ... lover? Fuck-buddy? Drug? Harry didn't know what Malfoy

was to him, but he didn't really want to think about it either.

"Oh, that's rich, Potter?" A harsh tone and a glare greeted him the moment

Harry entered the apartment. "First, you practically beg me to come

here, and now you're late? What, you think I have nothing better to do? You

think I'm just waiting for you to contact me? I have a family too �"

Malfoy fell silent when Harry cupped him over his pants � that always shut

him up. Harry stroked the hard line of Malfoy's cock, a solid proof that Malfoy

didn't mind waiting all that much. But Harry supposed that he still owed

Malfoy for nearly standing him up.

"Sit down," Harry said quietly, his throat too constricted for him to manage a

louder tone.

Malfoy gave him a heated look. It was hard to tell if he was still annoyed or

simply aroused. Probably both.

Malfoy didn't sit down right away, but first he took off his pants and boxers,

struck a pose on the bed, spreading his legs and smirking at Harry. He clearly

knew how Harry planned to apologize.

Harry swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, and knelt down in front of the

blond, catching Malfoy's gaze and reaching for the hard cock, stroking it with

firm slow strokes. Malfoy's pale eyelashes fluttered for a second, but he kept

his gaze on Harry.

After a few teasing moments, Harry leaned in and licked the head of the cock

with a long circular swipe of his tongue. He then moved even lower, licking

from the base to the tip, teasing the sensitive underside. That always made

Malfoy shudder. Malfoy didn't disappoint this time either. He gave a tiny gasp,

his hand placed on his thigh, forming a fist.

Harry slicked Malfoy's cock with dedication, unable to stop his moans at the

feel of warm flesh beneath his tongue. He probably looked debauched, Harry

thought, licking Malfoy's cock like his life depended on it. But it didn't make

him feel ashamed, but rather, it made him shiver with want.

Harry engulfed the head of the cock, sucking lightly, Malfoy now gasping

above him. He relaxed his throat and pushed his head down, swallowing,

swallowing, trying not to choke, and feeling his throat muscles give way to

the intrusion.

Harry's nose hit the coarse blond hair and inhaling the musky scent; he

shivered and groaned, feeling inexplicably proud that he managed to take all

of it in. Harry took a moment to calm down his breathing and convulsive

swallows, and then he reached down with one hand, unzipped his pants, and

grabbed his cock firmly.

Malfoy was panting hard, his hands were in Harry's hair, caressing instead of

pushing, and that was probably the scariest thing of all that was happening

between them. But in spite of the irrational fear of Malfoy's gentle, caressing

hands, Harry was blind with need.

He lifted his head a little, applying suction, and then swallowed back down.

Malfoy murmured Harry's name and Harry wondered if Malfoy was even

aware of that.

It took a while for Harry to find a rhythm, but soon, there was nothing but hot

flesh in his mouth, tickling hairs that were touching his nose, and tingling in his

lips, as he moved his head up and down at the same time that he worked his

cock in the exact same rhythm.

Through the rushing sounds in his ears and the hard beating of his heart,

Harry could hear Malfoy pant and moan, and occasionally whisper Harry's

name. Malfoy's hands were still in Harry's hair, caressing, albeit wildly now,

almost desperately.

Harry felt that he was close and he wanted to make it last, but he couldn�t

move his hand or his mouth away. He was driven by pure desire, and instead

of slowing down, he sped up, knowing that afterwards his voice would sound

scratchy, and his lips would be so red he would have to heal them.

Harry tried to hold off, waiting for Malfoy, and he groaned in relief as Malfoy's

hand gripped his hair harder � a sign that Malfoy was just as close.

Harry's hand was moving frantically, pulling his cock with harsh, jerking

moves, and he fought to keep his head movements steady and rhythmic as

pleasure rushed through him. Not able to scream Harry hummed and choked

around Malfoy's cock, making Malfoy stiffen and shudder.

Harry kept swallowing, even as he came, and even as the hot rush of bitter

taste filled his mouth. He still swallowed greedily, not missing a drop, as

Malfoy cursed and gasped.

Slowly, Harry came to his senses, released the softening cock from his mouth,

and waved his wand to clean his hand and pants, making himself presentable.

He looked up at Malfoy, who was already fully dressed, but still breathing

shallowly.

"Still upset?" Harry asked, just a little bit of cockiness in his scratchy voice

Malfoy didn't answer, just grabbed the back of Harry's head, and pulled him

up for a bruising kiss, coloured with desperation as though this was their last

time together. Harry responded, loving this too much, sucking on the tongue

that seemed determined to mark every corner of Harry's mouth as its

territory.

They parted eventually and Malfoy breathed out, "You can be late next time

as well."

Harry grinned, relief washing over him. Malfoy had said the magic words, for

which Harry feared that one day, wouldn't be said.

But for now � there would be next time.

Part 2Wednesdays

Harry really loved Wednesdays. It was therefore a shame that it was

Tuesday, but at least he had something to look forward to. But for now,

there were other things to do. He sighed and looked around. In the midst of

the loud crowd of Muggles, a flicker of blond hair caught Harry's eye. It took

five seconds for him to conclude that he was being ridiculous. There was

simply no chance that he would see Malfoy here.

Harry was supervising a mission in a large department store, packed with

unsuspecting Muggles, who could at any point become the victims of malicious

curses cast on some random objects. Someone had been launching quite

nasty little attacks on Muggles lately and the Aurors' Department was starting

to feel the pressure of the public.

For Harry, it meant many sleepless nights and running around across the

country as well as reading endless reports. He was trying to stay on top of

things but the long hours he put in were making him weary and obviously,

turning him delusional.

There it was again.

Harry craned his neck to see past a large man on Harry's right and spotted a

blond head. It wasn't just blond, but a very pale blond, exactly that

shade. Compelled to follow, Harry moved forward and coming closer, he

easily recognised the person standing in front of him.

"Scorpius?" Harry asked, a bit bewildered, not just with the fact that he

found a Malfoy in a Muggle area, but also because Scorpius was apparently

alone.

Scorpius edged away from Harry in fear. "Who are you?"

"I'm �" Harry hesitated for a moment, "� a friend of you father�s. We went

to school together."

Scorpius looked at Harry doubtfully, but then his face brightened in

recognition. "You're 'the bloody git' from the newspapers!" he exclaimed.

Harry couldn't help laughing at Scorpius' obviously quoted words. It was easy

to picture Malfoy ranting about the fact that the Daily Prophet still dutifully

reported Harry's every move.

"You're Harry Potter, the famous Auror," Scorpius informed him, as though

Harry wasn't aware of who he was.

"I think I like that description better," Harry chuckled. "And where is your

father?"

Scorpius' bright expression slipped and he looked suddenly distressed.

"Father went ahead to buy something � I think it was a present," Scorpius

whispered conspiratorially. "I was with mother, but ... she disappeared."

Scorpios looked pensive for a second. "I think she's lost. I should probably go

find her."

Harry bit his lip and nodded, and then reached out, intending to take Scorpius'

hand. "Come on. It's my job to find missing mothers. We can look for her

together," he suggested, as Scorpius reached out with both hands, clearly

expecting to be picked up.

Harry blinked at him. "Aren�t you a little old for that?" he asked in

bewilderment.

"I'll never be too old to be carried around!" Scorpius argued, and Harry

wondered who told him that � his mother or his father. Scorpius added,

"Besides, my feet are killing me!"

Harry laughed and picked him up. Scorpius' arms locked around Harry's neck

and the child looked at him expectantly. Now that they were so close, Harry

noticed that Scorpius' eyes were red-rimmed and he was incredibly pale.

"How long have you been alone out here?" he asked worriedly.

Scorpius promptly checked his watch. "One hour and forty seven minutes," he

proclaimed. Scorpius' hand that was around Harry's neck, gripped the collar

of Harry's shirt a bit convulsively, but other than that, Scorpius didn't give any

indication that he was upset.

Trying to hide his absolute horror, Harry managed to smile a little. "You are

very brave, you know?"

Scorpius scoffed, "Bravery is for Gryffindors."

"No, it's for Slytherins as well," Harry assured him. "Come on, let's find your

parents."

Upon considering things, Harry decided that the best thing would be to simply

find a suitable place and wait for Malfoy or his wife to show up, or they would

all end up chasing each other around the store. However, he had informed all

the Aurors about what happened, describing both Malfoys to them, so if they

would see them they would send them to the south exit, where Harry was

waiting with Scorpius.

Scorpius wasn't happy with that development, insisting that they should go

find his lost parents, not just wait here and do nothing. Fortunately, a window

with various muggle toys on display caught his attention, and he temporarily

forgot his distress.

"Is it charmed?" he asked, amazed, watching a small fluffy puppy bark, jump,

and roll over. "I thought Muggles couldn't do magic?"

Harry looked at the puppy, not knowing how to explain about batteries,

mostly because he wasn't really sure how these things worked. They just did,

but that probably wouldn't be a satisfying explanation to Scorpius. "Well, they

can't really, not like us, but they learned to make do without it. Muggles are

very inventive."

Scorpius stared at the window shop and was apparently unable to disagree in

the face of such many interesting objects.

"Do you want the puppy?" Harry asked tentatively. "I wouldn't want to make

your father mad," he added worriedly. Even if Malfoy had brought his son in

the muggle area, if Harry would buy Scorpius a Muggle toy, there was no

telling what Malfoy would do to Harry.

Harry bit his lip. Actually, pissing off Malfoy suddenly sounded like a great

idea.

"Father is never mad!" Scorpius defended quickly, but then reconsidered. "At

me," he added. "But I don't want a puppy, that's for ... children."

Scorpius made a face, but his gaze was still fixed on the window.

"So is carrying." Harry couldn't help countering.

Scorpius gave him a filthy look, reminding Harry of Malfoy even more. Harry

grinned as Scorpius forgot to glare, after the puppy cocked its head at him

and wagged its tail.

"Come on, we won't tell anyone," Harry insisted.

"Father could charm me one," Scorpius argued, but it was clear that this

particular puppy already won him over. "I can't have a real one, because

mother is allergic," he said mournfully.

"Well, you would still have to have one if you want your father to charm it for

you. Come on, let's get it," Harry said, moving to enter the shop. Scorpius

didn't say yes, but he didn't say no either.

Before they bought the puppy, Harry cast a few charms on it, to make sure

that it wasn't cursed � it would be just his luck, but fortunately the puppy

was curse free.

After they exited the shop, Scorpius had accused Harry of cheating the

saleswoman by giving her papers instead of Galleons. Harry had tried to

explain about Muggle money, but Scorpius seemed disinclined to believe him.

"I'll ask father," Scorpius concluded finally.

Harry shook his head and sighed, pressing a few buttons on the puppy's belly.

Much to Scorpius' amazement, the puppy stopped jumping, but instead

stayed still, just looking up at Scorpius now and then with an endearing

expression on his furry face.

"And Muggles did that?" Scorpius asked in wonder, examining the puppy with

care. "This is the sort of thing you learn in Hogwarts," he explained to Harry.

"I bet the charms to do something like that would be complicated," he

concluded expertly, and then gave Harry a wide-eyed look as though he just

remembered something. "Thank you very much," he said solemnly.

"You are very welcome," Harry answered in the same serious tone,

managing to hide a smile.

Suddenly, a loud voice screamed, "Scorpius!"

Harry turned to see Malfoy running towards them, looking both good and odd

in muggle clothes, and Harry hated himself just a little for even noticing what

Malfoy was wearing.

Scorpius began to struggle away from Harry's arms, as though Harry was

holding him captive this whole time. As Malfoy came closer, the child

practically jumped away from Harry to throw himself in his father's arms.

Harry blew a harsh breath, calming his fast beating heart, berating himself

for being affected with Malfoy's presence even at a time like this.

Malfoy was nearly shaking, his face pale, skin nearly translucent. Harry

thought he hadn't seen Malfoy this distressed since that fateful moment on

the Astronomy Tower, some fifteen years ago. Though oddly enough, in this

moment, Malfoy reminded him strongly of Narcissa.

Scorpius buried his head in the crook of Malfoy's neck and showed no

intention of loosening the death grip on his father. Malfoy hugged his son

close, but his gaze was fixed on Harry, his uncharacteristically bright eyes

staring at him in bewilderment.

"What are you doing here?" Malfoy choked out, and Harry wasn't sure if his

speech centre was affected with worry or Scorpius' choking hug.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, very much believing that

that was the more important question.

Malfoy tried to scoff, but couldn't quite manage. "Scorpius is obsessed with all

things Muggle. I'm still looking for someone to blame for that."

Malfoy was staring fixatedly at him and Harry wondered if Malfoy would now

randomly accuse him that this was somehow all Harry's fault, but all of a

sudden, Malfoy grabbed Harry's bicep, griping it painfully. "Thank you,"

Malfoy breathed out.

Harry nearly jumped out of his skin, not expecting Malfoy to touch him in

public, and definitely not expecting the sudden display of emotions. Harry

managed to nod and smile a bit shakily as Malfoy loosened his grip and

lowered his hand to grab Harry's.

Malfoy's fingertips were caressing the back of Harry's hand and his thumb

was making slow circles on Harry's palm. And something simple like that

should not have aroused Harry, but it did.

"Everything turned out all right," Harry said gently. A part of him wanted to

pull his hand back, but another part of him was enjoying the gentle caress.

"Because you found him, who knows ..." Malfoy whispered, unable to

continue. His warm hand was still encompassing Harry's, steadily driving

Harry to madness.

Scorpius sniffed and lifted his head and Malfoy pulled his hand away in a flash.

"We have to find mother now," Scorpius said, prompting an ugly expression

to appear on Malfoy's face.

"We have to go home now," Malfoy said firmly through gritted teeth.

Scorpius looked like he wanted to complain, but instead, he pressed his lips

closely together and kept silent, hugging the puppy closer.

Malfoy's gaze fell on the toy and he rolled his eyes and managed to smile.

"Honestly, don't you have enough of these ... fluffy ... things?" he

asked exasperatedly, as Scorpius paled and looked at Harry with pink cheeks.

"Father!" he whispered, sounding scandalized and betrayed.

Harry tried hard not to laugh, but then his desire to laugh completely

disappeared when Malfoy flashed him a brilliant smile. "I was kidding, of

course." Malfoy quickly justified his son, his eyes twinkling at Harry.

Harry was too amazed to say anything. He never saw that before � Malfoy

was actually smiling warmly, looking relieved and affectionate, and suddenly

Harry felt like there was another person standing before him, someone who

he had never met.

"We should go home," Malfoy said to Harry, looking almost reluctant.

"Yeah," Harry said, coming to his senses. "You shouldn't have come here.

There was a notice in the Prophet. We suspect that there was another spate

of curses cast in this place."

"Oh." Malfoy frowned. "I usually skip things that have your face on it." Malfoy

gave him a half-smile, and something that should have been a jab came out

sounding as an affectionate joke.

Malfoy turned to leave and prompted his son, "Say thank you and goodbye."

Scorpius promptly said, "Thank you, Mr Potter and goodbye."

Harry smiled, tearing his gaze from Malfoy's face with difficulty. "I hope I'll

see you around, Scorpius."

Malfoy hesitated for a moment. "Tomorrow is Wednesday," he said finally, his

gaze turning darker, an expression Harry was much more familiar with.

"I know," Harry said softly. Of course, he knew it was Wednesday. They

were meeting on Wednesdays.

With a last heated gaze in Harry's direction, Malfoy turned and moved

towards the exit. Scorpius grinned and waved at Harry, his smile not unlike

Malfoy's.

Harry sighed and rubbed his temples as his wand vibrated violently indicating

that he was needed.

It was truly a good thing that tomorrow was Wednesday.
***

Malfoy was still grateful on Wednesday and he demonstrated his gratefulness

by using his tongue and mouth to give Harry a spectacular orgasm that left

him panting and shivering, feeling sticky with sweat and cum.

"God," Harry gasped out still in post-orgasmic haze, as Malfoy moved

upwards to bite Harry's neck, rutting against Harry's thigh, clearly demanding

reciprocation.

Harry collected all of his strength and attempted to turn around, but Malfoy

stopped him. "No, stay like this."

Harry remained on his back, biting his lip and looking up at Malfoy, feeling

unsure. They never did it like this before � facing each other, this was new

and somehow terrifying.

Oblivious to Harry's fears, Malfoy reached down with wet, breaching fingers,

distracting Harry from his worrying thoughts. Warm fingers stretched him and

Harry pulled his legs up automatically, giving Malfoy easier access.

Soon enough, Malfoy was inside him, and Harry was given a chance to see

Malfoy's face contort in exertion and then relax, as he opened his eyes to

look at Harry.

Staring at the dark eyes above him Harry was forced to realize that this thing

between them was something much more than he ever thought it was. And

maybe, just maybe, it was time to stop running away from it.

Malfoy began to move, first, thrusting shallowly and then picking up speed,

slamming inside Harry, never moving his gaze away from Harry's eyes. It was

much too soon for Harry to feel aroused again, but it still felt pleasant when

Malfoy's cock hit Harry's prostate. Harry locked his ankles around Malfoy, his

heels digging in Malfoy's arse, giving Harry leverage to move and help Malfoy

find his pleasure.

Malfoy closed his eyes suddenly and began to pound into Harry even harder,

until it was almost painful, but Harry gripped the headboard and thrust back

with equal force.

"Tighter," Malfoy gasped out, and Harry clenched his inner muscles. Malfoy

groaned, and after a couple of harsh thrusts, went very still, before

shuddering violently. Harry kept clenching around Malfoy's cock prolonging his

pleasure, and still staring, almost greedily, at Malfoy's now blissful

expression.

Malfoy collapsed on top of him and that was quite new as well � having

Malfoy in his arms. Harry hugged him tentatively and stroked the blond

strands, but Malfoy stiffened suddenly, and Harry stilled his movements, not

really sure what was wrong.

In a matter of seconds, Malfoy was already standing by the bed and picking

up his clothes.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked, bemused. Malfoy ignored him, getting dressed in

record speed. "Malfoy!" Harry tried again, his tone harsher. Malfoy continued

to ignore him, his hair falling over his face, obscuring his eyes. He threw the

cloak over his shoulders and moved towards the door. He turned around then

and looked at Harry's naked form, his gaze moving over Harry's body as

though he planned to fuck him again.

"This is over," Malfoy said, before walking out and slamming the door.

Harry blinked in shock, not really believing that this just happened. He

couldn't even imagine what went wrong; on the contrary, everything was

going right. Harry had actually made some vague plans and neither of them

involved Malfoy leaving him.

Harry continued to stare at the closed door, feeling confused and lost. The

only thing he was sure at that point was � he really hated Wednesdays.

Part 3

Making It Work

"So are you doing all right?" Ginny asked, as they were walking through the

park. It was a warm summer day and there were many people around,

enjoying the sun.

"Yeah. Hannah's been great. Very attentive," Harry replied.

"Good. I'm glad," Ginny said and smiled, playing with a twig in her hand, and

looking around expectantly.

"Are you expecting someone?" Harry frowned at her.

"Er ... no. Maybe." She looked behind them again and let out a relieved

breath. "I should go now," she proclaimed abruptly. "To get ready for my

trip."

Harry narrowed his eyes, looking around to see what caught her attention,

and spotted Draco Malfoy standing a few feet away. Harry's voice caught in

his throat and he couldn't do anything but stare at the somewhat

nervous-looking man in surprise.

"Malfoy," Ginny acknowledged.

Malfoy looked like he wanted to say something, but then changed his mind

and just nodded in greeting, his gaze flickering in Harry's direction.

Ginny turned to Harry, gave him a hug, and kissed his cheek. "I'll see you

around."

"Ginny ..." Harry said in confusion, but Ginny gave him an indulgent sort of

smile.

"Sometimes you make things too difficult for yourself, Harry," she told him

and then turned around, moving past Malfoy. After a few steps, she changed

her mind and walked back, promptly stomping on Malfoy's foot.

Malfoy yelped in surprise, edging away from her.

"You are such a git," she informed him before walking away.

Malfoy looked at Harry in disbelief and Harry couldn't help laughing even

though he felt a little uneasy � he hadn't seen Malfoy for months. He hadn't

expected to see him here, but obviously, Ginny had asked Malfoy to come,

though at that point, the fact that Malfoy agreed was much more interesting.

"I'm afraid she doesn't like you very much. She's not impressed with the way

you treated me." This was probably the wrong thing to say, but Harry felt an

overwhelming need to remind Malfoy about what had happened.

Malfoy was staring at him with wide eyes. "Please don't tell me you were

crying over me on her shoulder. That's just bizarre. And Merlin, are you that

much of a girl?"

"Of course not," Harry said indignantly, even though Malfoy wasn't far from

the truth. He and Ginny had had a long conversation and had decided that

they should part ways. Their passionate love had been replaced with deep

friendship quite some time ago, and their marriage was no more than a

formality. It was the separation from his children that terrified Harry the

most, but after he realised that he could move on and find someone that

made him feel alive again, he had to ask Ginny for divorce as well as

forgiveness. Ginny granted him both, appearing sad, but also relieved.

Still, Ginny was upset after learning about what happened with Malfoy, but

she was mostly indignant on Harry's behalf, and angry with Malfoy for

dumping and hurting Harry like that. Harry hadn't really cried about it, but,

well, maybe he moped around a bit.

Malfoy shook his head and moved to sit on a nearby bench.

Harry sat next to him, not knowing what to say. Well, he really wanted to say,

'Could we just forget about everything and go and shag?' But that

would probably sound very shallow, especially if Harry complimented Malfoy

on his summer outfit at the same time � and he very much wanted to.

Though Malfoy's trousers could have been tighter.

"So I hear that you're homeless," Malfoy said finally, not looking at him.

"Yeah. I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron," Harry confirmed, feeling incredibly

hopeful after hearing Malfoy's chosen topic.

"That sounds ... unpleasant," Malfoy sniffed, wrinkling his nose.

"It's not actually," Harry assured him. Then he bit his lip and asked

tentatively, "I read about your divorce. How are you holding up?"

Malfoy shrugged. "I have Scorpius," he said and Harry wasn't really sure

what to make of that answer. Instead of clarifying, Malfoy looked at Harry

and proclaimed, "You know, I have a really big bed at home." Harry raised his

eyebrows uncomprehendingly and Malfoy must have realized that his

statement was odd because he continued, "I mean, I also have a spare room,

if you want to stay. It might be nicer there than ..." Malfoy looked pained, as

though someone had actually possessed him and made him say these things.

"Better not," Harry said, a bit bewildered. However unexpected and strange

that offer was, Harry definitely felt hopeful now.

"Oh." Malfoy nodded, looking disappointed.

Harry took a deep breath. Really, this was getting ridiculous. "Look, Malfoy, if

there's something between us � and for my part, I think there is � and since

you're here, it looks like maybe you are interested as well ..." Harry managed

to make that sound like a question and Malfoy gave a sort of half-shrug in

reply, which Harry decided to interpret as a yes. Harry cleared his throat and

continued, "I don't want to rush this. I mean, we can't just move in toget �"

"Who said anything about moving in together?" Malfoy interrupted quickly,

though he looked much happier after Harry's words. "I just thought I'd help a

man in need."

"Ah, a man in need. You mean yourself, right? You wanted an easy fuck?"

"Of course." Malfoy grinned. "I wasn't aware that you were capable of such

clever deductions, Potter." Malfoy suddenly stopped smiling. "Wait, did you

just say you didn't want to rush things? What does that mean

exactly? No sex or something?" Malfoy looked truly distressed.

Harry blinked at him. "Of course we can't have sex, Malfoy. At least for a few

months. It's only proper," he said seriously. Malfoy's expression of pure

horror was so entertaining, Harry couldn't keep a straight face, and he burst

out laughing.

"Oh, God! Your face!" Harry gasped out.

Malfoy closed his eyes and sagged on the bench. "Bastard," he murmured,

looking insulted.

Harry tried to control his laughter, but it was difficult especially because he

was feeling unbelievingly happy all of a sudden. "I can't believe you bought

that!" Harry chuckled.

Malfoy scowled at him.

After Harry had successfully calmed himself, he suggested in a reconciliatory

tone, "I do want to see that huge bed of yours. Is it really that big?"

Malfoy looked at him sideways, through lowered eyelashes, apparently no

longer upset. "Humongous," he promised. "Oh, but ..." Malfoy's

pleased expression fell. "Actually, you can't see it today. Astoria is there,

visiting Scorpius."

After another mention of his wife, Malfoy was looking distressed again, and

Harry decided that they should really go and have sex right now.

"Well, you could go and see that the standards at the Leaky Cauldron aren�t

so bad," Harry suggested enthusiastically.

Malfoy made a face, wrinkling his nose, and no, that wasn't cute at all.

Malfoy's expression brightened suddenly and he grinned widely. "I do have

something else to show you," he exclaimed happily, standing up, and offering

his hand to Harry. "It is also humungous."

Harry looked at him in bewilderment, even as he reached out to take Malfoy's

hand, and stood up. "Is that some awful attempt to chat me up?

Malfoy just grinned and moved down the pathway, dragging Harry with him.

"You'll love it," he purred, looking very delighted with his plan, whatever it

was.

Harry was rather sure that Malfoy was right, but felt no need to tell him that.

He followed Malfoy through the park, until the vegetation became denser and

passers-by disappeared from view. Malfoy was still dragging him next to the

railing, nearly hidden beneath dark green ivy, and down the stone stairs to a

secluded clearing with a large tree in the middle.

"There," Malfoy said happily, clearly expecting Harry to be amazed with the

gigantic oak. "Isn't it humongous?"

Harry watched, bemused, not sure if Malfoy was pulling his leg. "You wanted

to show me a tree?"

Malfoy looked at him with innocent eyes. "It's not just a tree! It's a tree in a

very secluded place where people don't come by very often."

"Er ..." Harry was somewhat baffled, but had little time to puzzle through this

turn of events, because suddenly Malfoy grabbed him and slammed him

backwards against the rough surface of the tree.

Realization hit Harry and he gasped, scandalized, "You're joking!"

But Malfoy was apparently not joking because in the next second he crashed

his lips on Harry's, pushing his tongue forcefully into Harry's mouth. Harry

forgot his complaints and he answered the kiss with equal force, grabbing the

back of Malfoy's head and pulling him closer. He had missed this so much �

Malfoy's kisses always devastated him. They were always too intense, too

rough, and much too short. Malfoy's hips snapped forward and he made

Harry spread his legs, before pushing himself between them and rubbing

their arousals through their clothes. Malfoy's movements were almost violent,

but also fabulously angled, and the sudden onslaught of sensations made

Harry dizzy.

"Fuck," Harry gasped, after he wrenched his lips away from Malfoy's.

"I plan to," Malfoy grinned, abusing Harry's bottom lip with his teeth, then

sticking out his tongue to do obscene things with it, all the while looking at

Harry with wicked eyes.

It took some time for Harry to gather his wits but he came to his sense

eventually and pushed Malfoy away, feeling indignant.

"Forget it! I'm not doing it here!" he said firmly.

"Oh? So what do you plan to do with that?" Malfoy asked, leering in the

direction of a prominent bulge in Harry's trousers.

Harry gritted his teeth � that was actually a fair point. "Fine," he

growled. "But if you want it � you'll have to take it."

Malfoy waved him off, then reached into his pocket, and took out a tube of

lube. "The man who has the lube wins. Pants down, Potter and bend over like

a good boy."

Harry could only gape at Malfoy in disbelief. "You brought ... What, you think

I'm that easy?" Harry asked, honestly put out. Really, Malfoy was a

presumptuous git � thinking that Harry would just forgive him for leaving

without a word on that awful Wednesday. Which Harry did, but Malfoy had no

business presuming that.

"I always carry it around." Malfoy nodded for emphasis. "Doesn't everyone?"

he added innocently.

Harry's anger disappeared much too soon. "Pervert," he told Malfoy

somewhat affectionately.

Malfoy didn't deny the accusation but instead looked at Harry expectantly.

Harry scowled, but reached for his zipper. He opened his trousers slowly,

knowing he had Malfoy's full attention, as he slid them off just a little, to

expose tanned skin and a patch of dark hair.

"You � you have no underwear!" Malfoy choked out. "I knew you

were easy, but really now ..."

Harry grinned and in a flash, he grabbed Malfoy's hand and spun him around,

slamming him against the tree. Malfoy yelped in surprise and probably pain as

his hand was twisted behind his back. Malfoy dropped the lube, but Harry

deftly caught it.

"So I guess I win." Harry grinned, flattening his chest along Malfoy's back. He

bit the sensitive spot on the blond's neck and rubbed his front along Malfoy's

buttocks.

"Bastard!" Malfoy gasped out. "You nearly broke my arm!"

Harry swirled his tongue around Malfoy's earlobe before blowing over it.

"And if you don't stop fidgeting, you'll end up hurting yourself. So

don't � move," Harry said in a low voice and Malfoy's whole

body shuddered. "Pervert," Harry accused him again.

"Oh, just hurry up, Potter," Malfoy snapped.

"Sure," Harry agreed easily. He grabbed Malfoy's hip, making him bend over,

then took out his wand and promptly Vanished Malfoy's trousers as well as his

underwear.

Malfoy gasped and cursed, trying to get away from Harry's grip, but he

quickly gave up, probably realizing that he couldn't move without hurting his

arm. "Are you insane? Someone could see me!" Malfoy yelled, looking over his

shoulder as well as up at the railing, though fortunately no one was there.

"I thought that was the whole point," Harry chuckled, managing to unscrew

the tube with his teeth. With some trouble, he coated his fingers with the

substance. Malfoy cursed again, but fell completely silent when Harry reached

between Malfoy's arse cheeks with his now slick hand.

This was driving Harry insane � he needed to hurry, but it was also very

important to tease Malfoy as much as possible. Malfoy made a needy sound

when Harry pushed a finger inside him, then pushed back insistently, taking

all of it in.

"Eager much?' Harry teased, moving his finger in and out, quickly adding one

more.

"It's been months ..." Malfoy panted.

"That's your fault, you know," Harry informed him, pushing a third finger in,

angling for Malfoy's prostate.

Whether Malfoy wanted to deny that or not, remained unclear, because at

that point, he cried out in pleasure. Harry took a moment to admire the

incredible view. Malfoy was leaning on one hand, the other held against his

back by Harry's firm grip; his legs were spread wide as he was bent just

so, giving Harry complete access to the most private parts of his

body. Harry stilled his fingers to watch as Malfoy moaned and impaled

himself, curving his spine and moving his hips relentlessly.

Unable to take it anymore, Harry pulled out his fingers, much to Malfoy's

dismay, and unzipped his trousers.

"Don't move," Harry instructed as he released Malfoy�s hand. Amazingly,

Malfoy obeyed without a word, even kept his hand on his back, and Harry felt

a new sort of fire erupt within him at the sight of Malfoy giving himself so

completely.

Finally releasing his heavy cock from its restraints and slicking it with a few

quick strokes, Harry grabbed Malfoy's slim hips and then parted his cheeks.

He pushed inside, reciting the Aurors' Manual, the Standard Issue as

he did so, because not coming instantly seemed impossible otherwise. Being

inside Malfoy felt like it always did � tight, divine, and amazingly hot.

Malfoy huffed suddenly and moved both of his hands to the tree, acquiring

the necessary leverage before he pushed back and growled, "Move, Potter!"

Harry didn't need to be told twice and he grabbed Malfoy's hips firmly, pulling

out and then slamming back in, meeting Malfoy's thrust halfway in a perfect

rhythm that remained unforgotten in the months that they had been apart.

Harry's gaze travelled downwards, where they were joined but he had to

look away quickly, because the sight of his cock disappearing into Malfoy was

to amazing for words.

"So good," Harry panted, only dimly aware that he could hear voices

in the distance.

"Potter!" Malfoy moaned, though when Harry's passion addled mind thought

about it, it actually sounded more like a cry of panic. Harry picked up speed

and leaned forward to grab Malfoy's cock in one hand. Malfoy moaned and

cursed, and then clenched impossibly tight, turning Harry's brain into mush.

Harry felt pleasure rush through him, fulfilling every particle of his being, and

he heard Malfoy shout, "Potter, people, there are people! ... Merlin!"

but he just couldn't care at that point. He buried himself deep and shuddered

just as hot liquid coated his hand, and Malfoy pulsed and clenched around

him.

Don't collapse, don't collapse, Harry's mind begged him, and he tried

very hard to open his eyes, attempting to stay conscious. Malfoy was still bent

over, his hands resting on the tree's surface, and his head bowed low as he

murmured some nonsense words.

Concentrating, Harry was able to make out what Malfoy was saying.

"Bastard. Imbecile. Nitwit. Merlin! Of all the stupid things ..." Malfoy was

panting out insults for all he was worth. And he was worth a lot.

Harry grinned happily and just a little woozily as he pulled out of Malfoy and

moved away to clean and dress himself.

Malfoy righted himself with difficulty and turned to level a death glare at

Harry. "I can't believe you did that! Didn't you notice that someone was

here?"

Harry looked at Malfoy's face, contorted with fury and humiliation, and

impossibly, he felt his spent cock twitch. He closed his eyes and cleared his

throat, determinate to not think about how attractive Malfoy was in his

present state. "You know, this was your idea," he pointed out.

"Well, I would know when to stop!" Malfoy insisted, though he didn't

look very convincing.

Harry grinned. "I have to say you didn't seem very interested in stopping ..."

Malfoy spluttered and took a deep breath as though he was preparing himself

to deliver a long tirade, so Harry stopped him quickly. "I cast some Privacy

Charms, Malfoy."

Malfoy looked like he might faint from relief. "You're still an idiot," he

breathed out, but he was smiling at Harry now, his annoyance forgotten.

Harry concluded that it was safe to come closer and ask for a kiss. He

touched Malfoy's lips lightly with his and Malfoy murmured something grumpy

and unintelligible but responded eagerly, grabbing Harry's head and kissing

him rather intensely as though he was trying to demonstrate that he was still

upset.

They heard voices in the distance again and they separated immediately,

breathing shallowly into each other's mouth. "Secluded, my arse," Harry

gasped out.

Malfoy looked only a little guilty. "It's a busy day, apparently," he concluded,

not showing any intention of moving his hands away from their firm hold

around Harry�s waist. A very immature part of Harry's brain was stuck in a

loop, singing, Draco Malfoy is hugging me! Draco Malfoy is hugging

me!

"You look like an idiot with that smile on your face," Malfoy informed him.

"Would you please stop insulting me," Harry sighed, not managing to sound

upset.

"Habit." Malfoy smiled just a bit apologetically, still not moving away, but he

was avoiding Harry's gaze and biting his lip. And Harry very much wanted to

do that last part for him, but realized that something was obviously bothering

Malfoy because he had his

I-want-to-say-something-serious-so-don't-laugh-at-me look on his face.

"What?" Harry prompted.

Malfoy closed his eyes, as though steeling himself. "I'm ... I'm sorry," he said

finally, giving Harry a quick look, then looking away again. "I mean, for just

leaving like that. I was just ..." Malfoy sighed and made to move away, but

then changed his mind and pulled Harry even closer, fixing his gaze on

Harry's eyes with a determinate expression. "I loved my wife, you know,"

Malfoy said quietly, his grey eyes troubled. "She's ... crazy and sometimes

quite horrible, but ... I loved her. There was a time when I thought

everything would be fine, that our marriage could work, but it was just

getting worse. And then you came along offering relief and comfort � and

that actually helped me get by. But then it turned into something more and I

just couldn't do that to her. Or to you." Malfoy laughed humourlessly. "I

never saw this coming, Potter. I never saw you coming." Malfoy

paused and reflected, "Hmm. That came out wrong." Harry grinned as Malfoy

cleared his throat and continued, "I just need you to know that I still have

these ... feelings for her ..."

"Malfoy," Harry interrupted, "you don't have to apologize to me for loving

your wife. I understand. But sometimes love isn't enough. People move on

and they are better off for it. I don't expect you to forget everybody you

ever loved because of me. Actually, if you were capable of something like

that, I wouldn't like you very much." Harry considered. "Well, I would still

want to fuck you senseless, of course."

Malfoy smiled, really smiled, and it was odd how easily that seemed to come

to him today. Harry hoped that this new propensity for laughter would linger.

"Of course," Malfoy confirmed solemnly, then blew out a breath. "Merlin, I

just never expected to fall in love at all, and then Astoria came along and then

you ... er," Malfoy paled and looked at Harry with wide eyes, his

cheeks turning pink again. "Wait, I ... What I meant was ..."

Harry pushed his first instinct away � instinct that urged him to tell Malfoy he

was cute when he blushed or possibly to laugh at the fact that Malfoy was

actually blabbering nonsense � and tried to calm down the upset man before

him. "Draco!" Harry said loudly, the use of Malfoy's name enough to make the

blond shut up. "We are freshly separated from our wives and are standing in

a sunny park, hugging each other. I think it would be safe to say that

we are possibly in love."

Malfoy closed his eyes, still looking embarrassed, but then he cleared his

throat, and retrieved an air of dignity. "That's not the issue here, obviously.

The thing is, you should have said it first. Because you are such a girl and all,

and you need your ex-wife to defend your honour and set up your dates."

Harry was much too happy to be annoyed at Malfoy's jabs, but after Malfoy

showed no intention of moving away and instead lowered his hand to grab

Harry's behind; squeezing it roughly, Harry sighed and shook his head, quickly

stepping away. If this went on, they would never leave this park. "Come on,

all this serious talk made me hungry. We could go to the Leaky Cauldron ..."

"Potter ..." Malfoy began to complain.

"Oh, come on. Hannah's cooking is amazing! I promise," Harry said,

turning around, hoping that Malfoy would follow.

"Potter!"

This time Malfoy's voice was much harsher and Harry turned, frowning at

Malfoy, who glared at him, looking extremely upset. "Now what?" Harry

asked in annoyance.

Malfoy gritted his teeth. "My trousers, Potter! Give them back!"

Harry examined Malfoy with a critical eye. "Are you sure you need

them? You look fine to me." Harry assured him. And really it was the truth �

Malfoy's long pale legs were a lovely sight.

Malfoy didn't say a word, just pressed his lips together, and continued to

glare.

"Oh, fine," Harry said with the air of a martyr and waved his wand in

Malfoy's direction.

Malfoy yelped as his clothes appeared on him but then frowned at Harry. "My

trousers weren't this tight," he complained.

"Really, Malfoy. I couldn't Vanish them and Shrink them at the same

time," Harry lied. Malfoy looked at him suspiciously, but then relaxed and

shook his head, apparently accepting the explanation.

Harry choked back his laughter and continued to look innocent.

"All right, fine. Let's see that superb cooking. You are so impressionable,

Potter, I will have to judge things for you from now on ..." Malfoy prattled on,

moving past Harry, who allowed himself to smile after he was safely out of

Malfoy's line of sight.

Following after Malfoy and distracting himself by appraising Malfoy's newly

shrunken trousers, Harry concluded that this whole thing actually terrified

him. If love wasn't enough, did that mean that one day Malfoy and he would

grow apart and would have to go through all of this again?

Malfoy turned and shook his head at Harry. "Some Auror you are. Can't you

walk faster? I'm hungry," Malfoy said in exasperation.

As Malfoy waited for Harry, crossing his arms on his chest, looking bored and

huffy, and absolutely beautiful, Harry decided that it didn't really matter,

because he knew that this time, he would try his hardest to make it work.

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