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It's All About Harry	By : faithwood Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-001. Pretend & 002. Desire
- 2-003. Fog
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Title: It's All About Harry

Author: faithwood

Beta: o_glorianna

Pairing: Draco/Harry/Ginny

Rating: NC-17 overall.

Prompt: 100quills table (This story is told with the help of one hundred prompts and therefore will have one hundred chapters. The build up will be relatively slow, but once things get going, this will be pretty wild, just so you know.)

Word Count: ~1300

Status: WIP (1/100)

Summary: Aware that he has made a mess of his life, Harry struggles to fix it. Determined to make his wife happy, he makes an unusual deal with Draco Malfoy. After all, Harry is sure that it's all about Ginny.

Warnings: Angst, Jealously, Lots of voyeurism, Explicit het, Explicit slash, Well-earned NC-17 rating.

Prompt 001. Pretend

Harry's gaze swept the room as he sipped his wine and frowned at the fact that this was his third glass. But he had to do something to suppress his boredom. The ballroom was full of guests, but Harry hardly knew any of them. After all, these people were Ginny's friends, not his. No matter how much Harry knew about Quidditch it was difficult to maintain a conversation with this lot. They were a part of their own little world in which Harry felt lost. He could only hope he wouldn't die of boredom.

"Oh, you'll live." Ginny appeared out of nowhere, her hands coming to rest on the small of his back as she looked up at him with an amused smile.

"Do I look bored? I'm trying not to let it show," Harry insisted, tucking a stray lock of red hair behind Ginny's ear.

Ginny laughed, the tinkling sound of it sending a jolt through Harry's body, making him envision various things that he could do to his wife once they got home.

"Try harder," Ginny instructed.

"Perhaps if you would mingle less and ..." Harry frowned as Ginny's expression changed. She stared somewhere behind Harry, looking rather perplexed.

Harry turned to see the cause of Ginny's surprise, his insides clenching in sudden panic when he spotted Draco Malfoy standing near the bar, chatting animatedly with a pretty brunette.

"I didn't know he's back," Ginny said quietly. There was a catch in her voice that made the hair on Harry's neck stand up. He gritted his teeth and turned back to his wife. Ginny was biting her lip, looking at Harry worriedly. "Maybe I should go and say hi?"

Harry was seized with a mad desire to grab Ginny, pull her out of the ballroom, and Apparate them home. Ginny was looking at him with an expression that suggested she'd accept it if he said no. A reasonable part of Harry's brain urged him to make sure that Malfoy and Ginny never met again but another, less rational, part of him couldn't deny Ginny anything.

"Sure." He shrugged. "We'll go together."

Ginny gave him a long look, and Harry swore to himself that if she told him to be nice he would flip and make a scene right there and then. However, Ginny just nodded and took his hand.

Harry couldn't move his gaze from Malfoy as Ginny and he walked together towards the bar. Malfoy looked ... healthier than the last time Harry saw him. He was not so painfully thin and pale, as Harry remembered him. He looked almost cheerful.

Until he spotted them. Malfoy's eyes darkened even as his lips stretched into a dazzling smile, and he greeted them as old friends.

"Potter � Ginny."

Harry had a sudden urge to slap the bastard. Malfoy said Ginny's name with a lurid caress in his voice, and Ginny grabbed Harry's hand a little tighter, probably in an unconscious reaction.

"Draco." Ginny nodded as Harry jerked his head noncommittally. "I didn't know you were back." Ginny sounded reproachful, as though Malfoy was obligated to contact her before coming home.

"Well, I arrived yesterday �"

"To stay?" Harry heard himself say.

Malfoy's gaze snapped towards him, grey eyes flashing angrily, though his voice was steady when he answered. "Yes, to stay, Potter. For now. The World Cup is coming up and it will be held here. The management was kind enough to invite me."

Modesty didn't become Malfoy, Harry thought. It was more likely that the World Cup management begged him to come.

Some years ago, Malfoy had tried his hand at professional Quidditch and had failed spectacularly. He might have done better had he been given the chance to play more, but a stray Bludger shattered his knee to shreds. Magical healing had done wonders, but Malfoy was still left with a limp and without the hope of ever playing Quidditch again.

Malfoy's second choice of career was healing. He had successfully finished the program, but was dismissed from St. Mungo's because too many people complained about his rudeness and his methods. That had been a difficult period in Malfoy's life � Harry knew that well.

But from what Harry had heard lately, and he did keep himself somewhat informed, Malfoy had found his calling overseas as a highly-esteemed healer, specializing in Quidditch injuries. Apparently, Malfoy was able to not be rude to his patients if given enough money. Harry had suspected that Malfoy chose to specialize in that particular field because it was where Galleons and fame were more accessible.

"Oh, we'll all feel safer with you here," the brunette next to Malfoy cooed, looking rather taken with the tall blond.

Malfoy smiled, and Harry couldn't tell whether he was truly pleased with the brunette's compliment or not. "Thank you ..." Malfoy frowned.

"Lois," the girl supplied, unperturbed.

"Lois," Malfoy repeated, and looked at Ginny, still showing his brilliantly white teeth. "This is Lois. We just met."

"But it feels like we�ve known each other forever," Lois said, giggling. Malfoy was still smiling and Harry was forced to conclude that the smile was frozen on his face.

"That's nice." Ginny's voice contained a hint of jealousy, and Harry had had enough.

"We should go now," he said more heatedly than he intended and felt Ginny shift beside him, probably out of embarrassement.

"Don't let me stop you, Potter." Malfoy's tone was icy.

Ginny must have sensed danger because she pulled on Harry's hand and smiled in Malfoy's direction. "It was nice seeing you, Draco," she said, sounding too honest for Harry not to feel another pang of jealousy.

"Oh, and congratulations, Potter," Malfoy said as they had already turned to leave.

Harry turned around reluctantly, and looked Malfoy in the eye. He didn't need to ask why Malfoy was congratulating him.

Two years ago, when Malfoy was working at St Mungo's, Harry and he had been after the same thing � and Harry had won. Or at least, that was what Harry liked tell himself. Malfoy and Ginny found consolation in each other � Malfoy had mourned his wretched leg and Ginny was mourning ... Harry's stupid behaviour. But Harry had gotten over being stupid, and he came back for what was his.

Ginny had returned to him, to the person who loved her, not some idiot who tried to take advantage of her when she was depressed.

Ginny had chosen and Harry knew she loved him, but sometimes, while she slept, Malfoy's name tumbled from her lips. Harry also knew about the photo of Malfoy hidden in one of her drawers. But that didn't mean anything, all she needed was time, and one day she would forget all about Draco Malfoy.

"... and Mrs. Potter," Malfoy added lazily. "I'm sorry I missed the wedding."

"I'm not," Harry growled, forgetting to be polite and fully intending to wipe the smirk from Malfoy's face. What was he smirking about anyway? Harry had won. Harry got the prize.

Ginny grabbed the front of his shirt rather harshly. Harry came back to his senses and looked at her angry expression.

"Come on, Harry. Let's go home." She tugged at his shirt once more, glaring up at him, and Harry relented. With a last glance at Malfoy's unreadable expression, Harry followed his wife outside. They would get home and they would have a fight � Harry braced himself for that. But it didn't matter. Ginny was still his and Harry was happy, and he would not let his and Ginny's happiness be ruined by Draco Malfoy.

The bastard had lost and there was nothing more to it.

Despite himself, Harry turned once more and caught Malfoy's gaze that followed them until they left the room. If Harry didn't know better, he would think that Malfoy looked sad.

Prompt 002. Desire

Ginny was silent while they took their cloaks and Apparated home. Harry was getting increasingly agitated, and by the time they arrived at their flat, he was fuming and itching for a fight. There was no denying that Draco Malfoy's return unsettled Ginny much more than Harry was comfortable with. Not to mention that it was downright humiliating to watch his wife acting jealous of Malfoy's companion.

When Ginny tossed her purse and cloak away, turning towards him with burning eyes, Harry was more than willing to start a shouting match.

But instead of shouting, Ginny lunged at him, and Harry half-expected that she would hit him, but she merely pushed him � hard enough to make him fall onto the sofa in a rather undignified manner.

"Wha �" Harry tried to ask but Ginny straddled him, before kissing him violently, making their teeth clash together. Harry's bottom lip burned with the sting of pain, and he wasn't sure whether it had been hurt accidentally or whether Ginny had bit him on purpose. But he forgot to care when Ginny pushed her tongue into his mouth, coaxing him with sinuous swipes over the roof of his mouth, the back of his teeth, and his stinging bottom lip, until Harry couldn't help but respond. It was a furious kiss that made Harry feel as though they were fighting.

Ginny's fingers twisted painfully in Harry's hair as she pulled his head to the side so that she could bite his neck and then suck on the sore spot, effectively making him shiver. Harry gasped, his cock filling to full hardness as Ginny pushed her hips down, the pressure of her body against his crotch feeling both painful and spectacular. Harry grabbed the hem of her dress that had already ridden up to her thighs, and pulled it further up, freeing her bum. He pressed his palms to the lacy knickers she wore, slowly pushing his hands beneath the fabric, caressing the soft, smooth skin, and then moving his hands lower until he reached the part of her that was wet and hot and oh-so-ready for him.

Ginny released his hair so she could fumble with the zipper of his trousers, moaning lightly when Harry pushed a finger inside her. She was so impossibly wet, like she'd been aroused for a while. Possibly since ... she saw Malfoy.

Harry's voice vas low, from anger and arousal when he spoke. "Ginny�"

"Shut up!" Ginny snapped, finally managing to free his cock and grab him in her skilful hands. Her demand for silence proved to be superfluous as Harry was quite unable to talk at that point. Ginny stroked him with sure, practiced moves, and Harry stopped worrying about who made Ginny act this way. All he wanted was to be inside her.

Harry pulled on her underwear, trying to get them off or rip them apart, but neither worked, not until he used all of his strength and pulled sharply, making Ginny gasp. The sound of ripping fabric made Harry's cock twitch, and Harry wasted no time. He grabbed Ginny's hips and made her lift up, lowering her back down when she adjusted his cock to her entrance.

They both moaned as she slid onto him easily, pulsing around him and throwing her head back with a contented purr.

Harry shivered at that sound. She always made it when he entered her, and it always made Harry's hips twitch, prompting him to bury himself deeper inside the incredible heat. Ginny rolled her hips, circling them, first slowly, and then speeding up, her cries becoming louder.

Harry thrust upwards, staring transfixed, into Ginny's face. Her cheeks were flushed and lips parted, and Harry couldn't look away. Will she cry out a name? Will it be Malfoy's?

Ginny's breath hitched, but her scream was stuck in her throat as she clenched around him.

Harry felt oddly disappointed. He wanted to know who Ginny was thinking about � him or Malfoy.

Ginny kept moving until Harry grabbed her firmly and made her stop. She raised her head and looked at him, appearing confused. Harry was still hard, still inside her, but he couldn't come, or rather didn't want to. Not before he knew ...

"Were you thinking about him?"

Ginny stared at him, and with each second that went by, Harry's heart was sinking lower.

"It's more complicated than that," she said a last.

"Complicated? Why is it complicated? I'm your husband. You chose me." Harry was surprised he managed not to shout, but it was actually difficult to speak at all. "Do you regret it?"

"No!" Ginny's response was instantaneous, soothing Harry's nerves just a little. But then she crushed him anew. "But I didn't choose, Harry. Draco chose for me."

"What do you mean?" he asked, not really sure he wanted to know the answer.

Ginny closed her eyes for a second, before she looked at him with obvious guilt. "Draco left me. He said he didn't want to stick around and watch me make a choice, because he knew I'd pick you. But back then, I didn't really know what to do," she added, though Harry wished she hadn�t.

Harry felt faint. Malfoy gave up? But then surely he didn't care about Ginny as much as he had claimed. Or he really did sense that Ginny would choose Harry eventually. Though that wasn't the point. Malfoy's reasons were unimportant. All this time Harry consoled himself with the knowledge that Ginny did desire him more, but apparently that wasn't true. She just ... settled for him.

Ginny grabbed his face, making him raise his head and look at her. "Harry, I love you. I'm not sorry about the way things turned out. If I ended up with Draco, then I'd want you. No matter what, I �"

"Couldn't be happy?" Harry asked quietly.

"I'm happy! I love you."

"But you love him too."

Ginny looked away. "I don't ... He meant a lot to me. When you left me and told me I should move on �" Harry opened his mouth to apologize for the umpteenth time, but Ginny shook her head. "I don�t blame you. You said you needed time after the war and I understood. But I did move on. I couldn't wait for you, not knowing when you'd be back. And then you returned acting like you expected exactly that."

"I didn't expect anything. I just realized that I was an idiot and I wanted you back. And I wanted you not to be with him!"

Ginny's eyes flashed. "Oh. So if I was with someone else that would have been all right?"

"I didn't say that," Harry argued desperately. "But ... Come on. You know what I mean. It's Malfoy. He's ... he would hurt you!"

Ginny's lips twisted into sneer. "So you were saving me?"

"No!" Harry felt his pulse speed up. Why did he always say the wrong thing? Why couldn't he explain himself properly? Why wouldn't Ginny see that Malfoy just didn't care enough about her? He was an arrogant prick who took advantage of her and Ginny deserved more. "He was wrong for you. You weren't happy." As he said that, Harry almost laughed resentfully at his own words. Because apparently, she wasn't happy with him either.

"He was exactly what I needed when you left." The bitterness in her voice was undeniable.

"You are still angry with me for leaving. I suppose you think this is all my fault."

"Yes, I'm angry! I understand why you left, but it doesn't stop me from ... This just wouldn't happen had you stayed." Ginny wriggled out of his grasp, and stood, straightening her dress. Harry pulled his pants up, unsatisfied but disinterested.

He knew he had messed up, but he thought that things were getting better. And maybe they would if Malfoy hadn't returned.

"I'm sorry �"

Ginny shook her head. "You don't have to apologize. A part of me is so angry � and you can't help me with that. Well, actually you could help me by not acting like a lunatic when Draco ... Oh! And Draco!" she burst out, redirecting her anger with lightning speed. "Now he did the same thing! He left me and now he's back and he was looking at you as though he has any right to be jealous." Irrationally, Harry felt momentarily pleased that Ginny was angry with Malfoy as well. At least he wasn't the only one to get blamed here. Ginny gave another bitter laugh. "It's really sweet that you both think you know what's best for me. And just when I settle � you come back and mess everything up!"

"Will he mess up our marriage?" Harry tried not to sound scared, but it was difficult to achieve that. He couldn't stand losing Ginny. Not now when they finally got married and promised to spend their lives together.

Ginny looked at him and Harry concluded that he must have looked truly pathetic because her anger dissipated. She sighed, her expression softening as she sat down beside him. "I didn't choose two years ago, but I made a choice when you proposed months ago. I didn't say yes lightly. I meant it. I just ... need to adjust. I need you to not suffocate me with your jealousy. You knew I still loved Draco when you asked me to marry you. I never lied to you about that." That was true, but Harry hadn't believed her. He hadn't expected that Malfoy would turn out to be a dangerous rival. Harry always beat him so easily before, he expected Ginny to forget about him quickly. But she hadn't. "We'll be fine, Harry," she said softly.

Harry looked at her. She seemed honest and determined, ready to believe her own words. He stared at her for a minute and then wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close. Maybe it was the sorrow in her eyes, but for some reason, Harry didn't believe her.

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