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Handy Man	By : dirtydarella Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4243 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor am I profiting nor am I affiliated with JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Scholastic or whoever else holds the rights.

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Notes: Sorry, I should have posted this last week....

I wrote this while talking to katelinmr (on lj) , it was her smut fix. ^_^

Thanks so much to lillybe_shadow (from D.A) who was kind enough to beta it for me. *hugs* Also thanks to faithwood and sesheta_66 , who pointed out a few extra mistakes. *hugs them silly*

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The owl had been sent in the morning, and although there was still no response an hour later, he wasn’t worried � Harry came every time without fail. Draco wished he could have written with something more pressing, but he’d already used all the urgent excuses. Just in the past month his house had mysteriously suffered from everything from a burst water pipe, to a small fire in the living room.

He sat in his most comfortable chair as he read the paper � or pretended to at least. The only thing he was wearing was a bathrobe � not the silk one, that was much too obvious. However, he did make sure it appeared to have accidentally fallen off his left shoulder, leaving a handful of pale flesh exposed. He was pretty sure he’d seen Harry eyeing his collarbone once, during the ‘broken shower’ incident and since then he’d gone to special lengths to always have it exposed.

Finally, after Draco’s hands had practically become stained with the black ink of the paper, there was the sound of the fire roaring to life, and a flurry of anxiousness coursed through his veins. He’d keyed Harry into his wards on the day he’d moved in, and had never bothered to take him out. On that day, since Draco’s mother had called in some sort of favor, Harry came over to help him move in. Although he had expected the brunette to act like it was the worst thing in the world having to help him, he hadn’t. Instead, Harry had been patient with explaining things to Draco, how everything worked, what to be careful of doing in front of muggles, and so forth. By the end of the day, Harry had spent over ten hours with him, and it had been kind of... nice. When he told Draco if he had any problems, he could always owl, the blond had taken him up on that offer. Many times.

“Hey Malfoy,” Harry said, dusting off soot from his muggle shirt.

“Potter,” he said, dipping his shoulder so the robe would fall down just a bit more. “I’m glad you came.”

“Uh, sure,” Harry said, his eyes darting to the exposed shoulder before he turned his head away. “So what’s this about your ‘food-cooker box’ not working? Would you be referring to the oven, or the microwave?”

“The little one.”

“Ah,” Harry said, making a beeline straight for the kitchen. Draco stood and followed him, making sure his robe was hanging just loose enough on his body so that it wouldn’t fall off.

“I don’t understand why you bother living in muggle London when you’re always struggling with this house,” Harry muttered.

Because you live here. He could never say such a thing out loud, so he shrugged his shoulders instead.

Admittedly, he’d always had a... thing for Potter. In his Hogwarts years, he didn’t know how to really describe it, being too horrified to even call it a crush. During the different events of the war, he had at least grown up enough to admit to himself that he really didn’t want the other wizard to die. It was on the day that he moved in to this place that he’d fully accepted his feelings for what they were.

“Let’s have a look,” Harry said with a sigh. He started to push a few bottoms, and when he got no response, gave the side of it a good thwack. Draco almost laughed � Harry really wasn’t any miracle worker, which is why it was always necessary that whatever needed fixing was an easy repair.

There was a small smile on his face as he watched Harry’s brows getting all scrunched up in thought. The expression was so cute it was almost criminal. He was wearing that green shirt that matched his eyes, the one Draco had accidentally let slip that he thought looked good on him � at least he hadn’t mentioned he thought so because it was tight and form fitting.

Draco knew that seducing a straight man, and worse yet a straight ex-rival, wouldn’t be easy, but Potter wouldn’t even look at him. Originally, he thought his feminine appearance might work to his advantage. Maybe Harry would be able to forget, even once, that he wasn’t a woman. So far, though, it all seemed so utterly hopeless.

But still, he wasn’t going to give up.

“Malfoy,” Harry said, his voice slightly scolding. “Look, it’s unplugged. Remember how I said things wouldn’t work like that?”

“Oh,” he said, shifting just a little to the left so that he was more in Harry’s view. “Sorry. Here, I’ll get it.”

As he sank to the floor, he made sure the back of his robe slipped down, revealing both shoulders and a little ways down his spine. When he leaned over to plug the cord in, he felt just the smallest bit of embarrassment at the way he made sure his arse stuck out and wiggled. When he turned back, however, it was no surprise that Potter’s eyes seemed to be everywhere but him � darting around the room as if chasing an invisible snitch. Draco stood up, trying his best not to show his disappointment on his face.

“Um…” Harry said, and suddenly he was so close that Draco’s breath hitched. “Malfoy, you’re robe’s slipping off.”

Oh, and now Harry’s hands were grazing his skin, slowly, softly, pulling up the robe onto his shoulders. He thought, or maybe it was desperate hope, that those tanned hands lingered just a little bit longer than necessary.

Before any kind of rational thought could intervene, Draco was grabbing the back of Harry’s head and pulling him into a bruising kiss. He felt as if his body was on fire as he worked his lips against the brunette’s, his hands sinking into silky black locks. He didn’t know what the hell he was doing, besides maybe ruining months of planning and any chance he ever could have had with Harry, but he just couldn’t stop. Months, maybe even years of suppressed desires were coursing through his veins, fueling him on, causing him to moan and press his body against the firm one in front of him, digging the evidence of just how attracted he was to Harry into the brunette’s thigh.

In an instant Harry was pushing him away, wild green eyes wide with surprise. Draco opened his mouth, but his bloody voice refused to work, and his brain was no help at all because he had no fucking idea what to say now. His panicked instinct was to run away, but Harry had a firm grip on his forearms, and he wasn’t sure if he’d have the strength to break free.

“Malfoy...” Harry said, his voice low and husky. Despite the complete inappropriateness of it, Draco felt a tingle of arousal rush down his spine and into his cock.

“I...I...”

With a groan, Harry pulled him forward, and for a brief instant Draco feared he was about to be head butted, but instead he was kissed. Oh glorious day, Harry was kissing him. Oh fucking hell, Harry was kissing him with tongue.

He moaned, his body bucking as a strong thigh made it’s way in between his legs. When the most delicious rubbing in the world ensued, the kiss was broken as Draco’s head lolled back. This must be a dream, no way this was happening for real.

Harry’s hands felt very real, however, especially when they moved sensually over his chest, their warmth burning into his skin. When his nipples were pinched, Draco’s knees gave out on him, and he found himself melting into Harry’s body.

“Fuck,” the brunette cursed, “you’re really sensitive.”

With his face tucked into the crook of Harry’s neck, Draco didn’t have the will power to pull back and respond, so he licked the tanned flesh that had been teasing his lips instead. Harry’s moan sounded so intimate and close, he really wanted to hear it again and again.

“You too,” he mumbled.

In an instant horror crashed over Draco as Potter completely withdrew himself once again. The one thing he wasn’t ready for, however, was the sudden lifting of his body, and it took him a moment to realize that Harry had just thrown him over his shoulder.

“What -”

“Bedroom,” Harry grunted, like he was some sort of caveman. The next thing Draco knew he was being carried through the doorway and unceremoniously thrown on the bed.

“Potter, what’s gotten into you?” Draco said, sitting up, then pausing when he noticed the way Harry was practically tearing his own clothes off. A shoe went flying, thumping against a far off wall, and a second later, Harry’s button down shirt was pulled open, revealing a broad, tan chest.

“What’s gotten in to me?” Harry said, the sound of danger leaking through his voice � a sound Draco could easily get addicted to. “You’re the one that’s been calling me over here all the time, prancing around half dressed and showing miles and miles of milky skin. A man can only be tempted for so long before he snaps,”

“P-Potter, what-”

“Now you go and kiss me? Well, that was the last straw, Malfoy.” He leapt onto the bed, hands reaching for Draco’s body before he’d even landed. Oh Merlin, the brunette was completely naked and in his bed.

The belt of Draco’s robe was pulled open, and not a second later Harry’s lips were on his chest, kissing and licking their way over every inch of exposed skin. Strong hands trailed up his sides, and despite the hurried movements, Harry was soft and gentle as he handled Draco’s body. A haze of pleasure entered the blond’s mind, his body trembling with the most intense arousal he’d ever felt.

Harry pulled back � for the third fucking time that day, the tease � and looked down at Draco with a sexy-as-hell smile. “You owe it to me to help work out all of this sexual tension.”

Draco blinked. “What?”

“You better be one hell of a top,” he said, leaning over the bed to search for something. This action left a very tempting arse wiggling before Draco’s eyes, and he was pretty sure he was about to come all over his bed sheets before they even got to the good stuff. All too soon, or maybe not soon enough, Harry surfaced with his wand in hand and a smile of triumph on his deliciously swollen lips. Draco didn’t catch what was cast, but he was pretty sure he knew as he watched Harry slide a finger inside himself. Sweet Merlin.

“Turn around,” Draco groaned, his hand reaching down to relieve some of the pressure in his groin. Harry did as he was asked, leaning over so Draco could watch as a slick, tan finger entered that delicious body again and again. He panted when a second one entered, then a third, and oh, he was going crazy. Without conscious thought, his hands reached foreword and grasped Harry’s hips, dragging his body close.

“Almost ready?” He whispered into Harry’s ear, smirking when the brunette shivered underneath him.

“Yeah,” he said huskily. When Harry turned over, however, the same anxiousness as before entered Draco. This was really going to happen, his dreams and fantasies were really happening right before his eyes. He leaned down slowly, capturing Harry’s lips in a tender kiss as his hands moved down. He wrapped his fingers around Harry’s hardened member, feeling reassurance in the way it caused the brunette to buck underneath him. It seemed like Harry really did want this as much as him, and he hoped that would stay true for more than just this one time.

“Ready?” he said, positioning himself. Harry nodded, a nervous smile flitting across his own face that was both reassuring, and troubling. He really hoped that the brunette wasn’t starting to regret this now. When Draco pushed in, as slow as he could, there was something so perfect about the moment he almost wanted to say something sappy. He had an urge to voice all his feelings, and beg for this not to be the only time, but luckily he was able to hold himself back.

At first the rhythm was slow, his eyes locked with green ones as he began pushing in and out of the body beneath him. He watched the brunette’s face, carefully angling his thrusts until finally Harry’s head snapped back and his mouth opened in a silent scream. Merlin he looked, dare Draco think it, beautiful in his pleasure.

His thrusts became more frantic, aiming carefully into the bundle of nerves that had Harry sobbing in pleasure beneath him, loving the way the brunette’s body reacted to his every touch. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through his own body, heightened by every moan and cry he was able to drag out of Harry. It was much too soon that he felt his balls start to draw up while something coiled tightly in his belly.

“Draco, I can’t…” Harry said through a moan. As Draco sped up, he reached down with a shaky hand to grasp Harry’s leaking erection. His movements were almost brutal as he pounded and squeezed, and an instant later there was a hot wetness leaking onto his hand. Draco almost howled as his own orgasm took hold of him, helplessly jerking his hips and spilling everything he had into Harry’s squeezing channel.

He collapsed in a boneless heap next to the brunette, their panting breaths filling the room. Despite his exhaustion, he swung an arm over the rapidly rising and lowering chest next to him, feeling like if he didn’t anchor himself to that body, the brunette might run away. No, after having Harry once, it wasn’t enough. Draco would do everything in his power to keep him by his side for a long time to come.

“You know...” Harry said once their breathing had evened out. Draco’s arm subconsciously tightened around his chest � he wasn’t sure he was ready for whatever the brunette was going to say. “Since you’re always having problems with living in the muggle area of London... maybe you should come stay with me for a while. I could teach you everything you need to know... it might be easier on you.”

Draco smiled a very secretive, possibly Slytherin smile. “Well, Potter, if you insist.”

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