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The Optimal Balance	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and characters belong to JK Rowling and associates. This was written for fun. I make no money from it.

Chapter List
- 1-The Optimal Balance
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Ch. 12
- 13-Ch. 13
- 14-Ch. 14
- 15-Ch. 15
- 16-Ch. 16
- 17-Ch. 17
- 18-Ch. 18
- 19-Ch. 19
- 20-Ch. 20
- 21-Ch. 21
- 22-Ch. 22
- 23-Ch. 23
- 24-Ch. 24
- 25-Ch. 25
- 26-Ch. 26
- 27-Ch. 27
- 28-Ch. 28
- 29-Ch. 29
- 30-Ch. 30
- 31-Ch. 31
- 32-Ch. 32
- 33-Ch. 33
- 34-Ch. 34
- 35-Ch. 35
- 36-Ch. 36
- 37-Ch. 37
- 38-Ch. 38
- 39-Ch. 39
- 40-Ch. 40: Epilogue
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A/N: This is the sequel to 19 Years and 5 Minutes Later. I will try to update every Sunday. I also have to warn that there will be a tiny bit of switching later on in the fic. I don't want to spoil what happens, but thought I should warn for it, just in case :)
I hope you all like it! :D

Warm early morning sunlight turned the insides of Draco's eyelids a bright red as he leant forward, enjoying the sun. Salt was evident in the air, as were the smoky remnants of someone’s fire, but that wasn’t what he focussed on. What held him entranced was the utter silence surrounding him. There were no owls flitting around, hooting their arrival, no children yelling at each other, no Astoria nagging him to get out of the house more, no parents trying to force him to discuss the upcoming wedding plans, there was just… silence. It was the perfect start to the day.
A sound like a shuffled footstep from inside had him smiling. Taking a deep breath, Draco blinked his eyes open. The sight that greeted him caused his smile to widen: a short path lined with neat bushes stretched out before him, leading down to a private beach. The sun glinted off the water, telling him that it would be another hot day and that he should probably either get back inside before he burned, or cast a sunscreen charm. Reluctance to move from his spot against the railing of their resort held him where he was, however, despite the fact that he could now definitely hear Harry moving around inside. Instead, he allowed his mind to wander, a small smile still playing at the edges of his lips as his thoughts went automatically to Harry.
It was a Saturday, three days before Draco's thirty-eighth birthday and the first morning they had spent together in the entire nine months of their relationship when neither of them had any obligations to worry about. The reason was simple: Draco had requested an entire weekend away for his birthday, just the two of them. He had forbidden Harry to worry about the kids, or his new work obligations, or the public’s perception of either of them for the entire weekend. So far, it had worked well, with the two of them spending the previous day and night ‘christening’ the various rooms of their bungalow. Draco took another deep breath of the warm, salty air and let it out slowly. He would just have to wait and see whether Harry would be able to let go of all his worries.
“Good morning.”
Draco smiled as one of Harry’s arms wrapped around his middle. It took a few seconds, in which he heard Harry place something down on the coffee table behind him, but Harry’s other hand appeared before Draco's face holding a cup of hot tea. Draco's smile turned to a grin.
“It certainly is now.”
Harry’s hand disappeared the second Draco took the cup from him. The scent of chamomile tea drifted from behind him soon after, sending a rush of heat through his stomach. The chamomile scent was firmly associated with Harry in Draco's mind now and, along with a number of other things that reminded him of Harry, was completely capable of bringing forth memories that had the ability to embarrass him in public. The fact that everything associated with Harry in his mind was somehow linked to memories he really shouldn’t be thinking of in polite company was slightly annoying, especially when it was something as innocuous as tea. Harry’s fingers slid slowly down Draco's stomach, tracing a light pattern and capturing Draco's attention completely.
“I’m going to assume that it was my arrival and not the tea that makes it so good.”
Harry’s reply – murmured close to the back of Draco's neck – caused goosebumps to rise along his shoulders and a shiver to race down his spine. He grinned at the sensation before taking a sip of the sweet tea.
“Assume away.”
A low sound almost like a growl was Harry’s only response, causing Draco's grin to widen. Taunting Harry into a reaction had always been a source of entertainment for Draco and forming this relationship hadn’t changed that enjoyment. He paid close attention to the quiet grumbles Harry was letting out behind him for a few seconds, listening for any sign of true annoyance rather than just amusement, which was Harry’s reaction to Draco's teasing so often these days. Draco could have sworn he heard Harry threatening his various body parts before the sound of Harry’s cup hitting the table with a thunk reached his ears. Harry’s tea-warmed lips were on the back of Draco's neck within seconds, sending a shot of desire straight through him. He allowed his head to fall back onto Harry’s shoulder with a soft moan as Harry moved slowly around towards the pulse point in the side of his throat. This was a much better way to start the day than tea.
“I really don’t think it’s much of a risk…” Harry’s free arm circled around Draco's stomach, his fingers tracing the line of his hipbone. “…to assume you’re happy to see me.” The fingers trailing along Draco's hipbone slid down into the waistband of his boxers. “In fact, I’d place money on it.”
Lost in the warmth of Harry’s arms and the high of desire that had steadily been building inside him, Draco found he couldn’t form the words to respond. The need of satisfaction was rising rapidly in his stomach, only adding to his difficulties in forming coherent speech. Harry’s lips sucked lightly on the pounding pulse on the side of his throat, one hand was rubbing small patterns over Draco's stomach and the other moved tortuously slowly along the inside of his hipbone. Any one of those things separately would normally have been enough to get him going, but when Harry truly put his mind to it, Draco knew he stood no chance whatsoever of being able to resist. He opened his mouth, but Harry chose that moment to wrap his hand around Draco's half-hard cock.
“No response for me, Draco?”
He wanted to respond; wanted to raise his head from Harry’s shoulder and meet him with just as much confidence as was in Harry’s voice. What happened, however, was that he huffed out the breath he had taken and pressed into Harry’s hands, silently requesting more. Harry’s responding chuckle vibrated through Draco as his lips slid down over his pulse to latch onto his shoulder. Draco blinked at the ceiling of the balcony, trying to regain enough control over himself to respond properly to Harry. His breath quickened as Harry’s teeth dug lightly into his shoulder.
“Harry…” This was nowhere near fast enough for Draco's current state of mind: the need building in his groin was demanding frantic and messy, not slow and composed. “Please…”
His voice was more breath than anything else and Draco scowled. Harry, on the other hand, just laughed.
“Don’t think, Dray. Just relax. I’ve got you.”
The slow slide of Harry’s hand over his cock had cleared Draco's mind of any rational thought so effectively that he had absolutely no problem obeying the demand that he not think. The reassurance and confidence in Harry’s voice helped Draco to be able to simply let go and he leant backwards, trusting that Harry would take care of him. This trust in Harry that he had developed was a new sensation for Draco in a relationship and it was one of the headiest things he had ever experienced. Of course, knowing that Harry reciprocated the feeling only made it all that much sweeter. Placing his teacup down on the railing in front of him, Draco raised one of his hands, tangled it through Harry’s hair and tugged gently in an attempt to move things along a little faster.
“Have I ever mentioned how good you taste?” Harry grinned against Draco's bare shoulder when Draco's only response was a huff of breath. “No? How about how good you feel?”
Draco squeezed his eyes shut tight as Harry’s hand slowed, depriving him of the already maddeningly slow stimulation. “No, no, don’t stop.”
Harry’s laugh vibrated through Draco once again as he slid his lips upwards to draw Draco's earlobe in between his teeth. “Stop what?”
His frustration building, Draco scowled. “I hate you.”
He drew in a sharp breath when Harry spun him around and pushed him up against the railing. The shattering of the ceramic cup as it fell off the railing went unnoticed as Draco took in the sight before him: Harry, naked and grinning; his eyes slightly unfocussed without his glasses, but dark with heat. Desire crashed through him, but he hesitated, wanting to see whether Harry had anything planned for him.
“Lose the boxers.”
There was a hint of command to Harry’s voice that Draco had only ever heard him use when he was speaking to people he expected to rush to do his bidding. It sent yet another shiver through Draco as he slid the boxers down and waited, now more than happy to allow Harry his fun. Drawing his bottom lip into his mouth, Harry nibbled on it for a few seconds as his eyes trailed down Draco's body. Draco's pulse jumped when Harry’s eyes met his again as he stepped forward. Tangling one hand into the hair at the base of Draco's neck, Harry pulled him forward until Draco could feel his breath brushing over his lips.
“Happy birthday, Dray.”
With that, Harry dragged Draco's bottom lip between his teeth and sucked gently. Draco's eyes fluttered shut and his hands clamped on Harry’s hips automatically, earning himself a low chuckle against his lips. Harry didn’t allow him much time to adjust, however, before he was moving, trailing his lips down Draco's throat. With his heart racing as it was and his breath coming in short gasps, Draco found himself reluctant to release his grip on Harry’s hips, but Harry forced the issue, moving rapidly down Draco's body. It was the idea of what he was about to receive that loosened Draco's grip.
“Harry…”
“Just relax.” The words were huffed over Draco's stomach as he finally allowed Harry to kneel before him. “Let me take care of you.”
Panting as he stared down at the top of Harry’s head, Draco's mind began to cloud with lust again. The first brush of Harry’s lips along his shaft had Draco's fingers automatically curling through Harry’s wild hair, pulling him closer. Harry only chuckled again and gripped Draco's hips, holding him steady.
Draco tried to stay still as Harry’s lips sealed around him – tried to not thrust into the heat surrounding him – but he knew he was doomed to fail. Harry’s technique had improved so much over the months they had been together and he knew exactly what to do to bring Draco to the brink so much faster than anyone else ever had. His grip on Harry’s hair tightened when Harry swallowed around him.
“Harry–”
Harry hummed, causing Draco's stomach muscles to clench. The rough side of Harry’s tongue rubbed over the underside of Draco's cock, sending sharp jabs of need through him. He could have sworn he felt Harry taking deep, slow breaths, but he couldn’t focus enough beyond the pleasure he was receiving to be certain. It wasn’t until Harry relaxed the muscles in his throat and took Draco in completely that he realised that he had been right. He groaned as his cock hit the back of Harry’s throat.
“Fuck… Fuck, I – I…”
Harry hummed and swallowed, nearly sending Draco over the edge. His hips jerked automatically before he could stop them, but Harry seemed to have been prepared for that. Pulling back, he rubbed his thumbs over Draco's hips and stared up at him expectantly. Taking it as the offer it obviously was, Draco got a better grip on Harry’s hair and began to thrust. The slide of Harry’s tongue over the thick vein on the underside of his cock was so different to the sensations Draco was used to that he knew he wasn’t going to last long.
He couldn’t spare the thought processes to care about that just then, however. The pressure inside him was building rapidly now, helped along by the fact that he could see himself sliding in and out of Harry’s mouth, his red lips stretched around his shaft. As much as he would have loved to prolong that sight, Draco knew he was right on the edge; all he needed was that one little push. His hips jerked, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reached for orgasm. It wasn’t until Harry’s finger pressed against his perineum that he reached it, however. Gasping as pleasure rushed through him, Draco's hips froze, emptying himself into Harry’s waiting mouth with a cry. Harry released him when he began to soften, moving backwards so Draco could fall to his knees.
“Draco…” Harry’s voice was low and rough as he gathered Draco to him. “Do you still hate me?”
Draco couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him at that. Turning his head where he was resting on Harry’s shoulder, he nipped at the racing pulse in the side of Harry’s throat. Harry’s sharp intake of breath had him smiling as a warm satisfaction with his lot in life settled over him.
“I’ve never been able to bring myself to hate you.” Harry stilled, but Draco ignored it in favour of focussing on getting what he was feeling out. “I’ve resented you.” He mumbled the lubrication charm and stroked his hand up Harry’s straining cock. “I’ve wanted to hex you senseless so many times I’ve lost count.” He twisted his wrist, testing out how close Harry was. The groan and jerk of Harry’s hips he received was enough for Draco to know he was quite close. “But I’ve never hated you, not even in school.”
“Draco…”
Harry grabbed Draco's hair and tugged up him into a harsh kiss. Draco's pace increased, causing the kiss to turn more into a battle to not allow Harry to bite him accidentally. Their teeth clacked together just before Harry broke the kiss with a deep moan.
“I love you, Harry.”
Harry’s eyes flew open, allowing Draco to see the second he tipped over into orgasm. Continuing to stroke as Harry’s cock spasmed in his hand, Draco simply watched as Harry’s expression changed. The brief shock that he had shown was replaced quickly with a pure bliss as he came, one that Draco knew he would never get sick of seeing. He gathered Harry into his arms and lay back on the wooden boards beneath them to allow him to ride out the comedown.
“Draco?”
Floating on his own little bubble of post-orgasmic pleasure, it took a while for Draco to realise Harry had spoken. “Hmm?”
“Love you, too.”
Draco smiled and tightened his grip around Harry in response. The thought that this little holiday away was the perfect way to celebrate his birthday drifted through his mind as he allowed the mindlessness to take him over again.
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