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Acceptance	By : Madam_Weasley Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I close the shop an hour early on Friday. I’ve already been shopping and the chicken has been marinating all day. One of the things I became interested in during my years as an outcast was muggle cooking. It really is a lot like potions.
                I make a salad, peel potatoes, put them on the stove, and put the chicken in the oven. Cooking actually calms me and that’s a good thing. If a kiss good bye turned into what it did I’m almost scared of tonight. Every time I thought back to that kiss I blushed and became hard. I hope I don’t do anything stupid tonight.
                I take a shower, shave, and fight with myself on cologne. I’ve not worn it before, wearing it now might seem like I’m trying. I decide against it. My hair is blond again. It’s been so long since I’ve seen my natural hair color. I’m going to keep it this way.
I decide to go with muggle clothes tonight, jeans and a black tee shirt. I go back to the kitchen to finish up dinner. I make green beans and mash the potatoes. I hear a knock at exactly 6:30.
                “Come in.” I call as I’m placing the chicken on a plate. I hear the door open and footsteps coming towards the kitchen.
                “Hi.” I say as I place the bowl of potatoes and plate of chicken on the table.
                “Hi.”
                “Um, dinner is ready if you want to eat.”
                “Sure.” He pulls a chair out at the table as I add the salad and green beans to the table. “Wow, you really do cook.”
                “Not normally like this, but I like to do it. What would you like to drink? I have Butterbeer, Pumpkin juice, water, and Elf wine.”
                “Uh, Butterbeer.”
                I grab two bottles out of the refrigerator and put them on the table.
                I join him at the table and indicate that he should help himself. We fill our plates and start to eat.
                “This is really good.”
                “You don’t need to sound so surprised.”
                He laughs. “I never thought I’d be having dinner with Draco Malfoy in his home, much less that he would cook for me.”
                “I don’t think anyone in the wizarding world could have predicted that.”
                We eat in silence for a while. I sneak looks at him. He also chose to wear muggle clothes. He’s wearing jeans and a green tee shirt that shows off the definition of his chest and makes his eyes even brighter.
                “You stopped coloring your hair.”
                “Don’t feel you had anything to do with it.”
                “I’m sure I didn’t.” He looks down at his plate and smiles.
                We talk about things we’ve read in the Daily Profit and I ask about Granger and Weasley. He seemed surprised that I asked, but pleased.
                We finish up and I start taking the dishes to the sink. He stands to help me.
                “You don’t have to help.”
                “I want to. Dinner was really good. Thank you.”
                “You’re welcome.”
                “Come on, I’ll wash, you put away.”
                “Seriously, I’ll take care of it later.”
                “Are you sure?”
                “Yes. Do you want another drink?”
                “I’ll take another Butterbeer, thanks.”
                I get us more to drink and we head into the living room. My wizarding chess set is up on the table.
                “Do you want to play?” he asks as I come in.
                “Uh, sure. I haven’t played in a while.”
                “Ron and I play regularly. He sits down and waits for me to get situated.
                He starts and we play. He takes time to study the board before making each move. I watch his face as he does this. He rests his chin in his hand and bites his lip, mumbles to himself as he plans. It’s actually quite endearing.
                It’s getting dark so I wave my wand to light some candles around the room. We continue to play. We seemed to be pretty evenly matched. He gets excited and will cheer on his pieces. They seem to love it. I can picture him doing this with Weasley and them both acting this way.
                I win, barely, but I win. I put on the arrogant behavior I had so often in school.
                He looked at me for a second , unsure about my behavior change and when he realized I was playing around with him he threw the lid from his Butterbeer at me.
                I was laughing, playing games, entertaining in my home. I can’t believe the changes that have happened in the past couple of month.
                Potter gets up and comes to sit beside me on the couch, He sits so close his knee is pressed up against mine.
                “You didn’t pull away this time.”
                “What?” I look at him. I’m a little on the shocked side.
                “Every time we ate, anytime we touched you would pull away.”
                “I didn’t think you noticed that.”
                “Why did you pull away.” he asks quietly and traces his index finger on my knee.
                “It was distracting and I figured it was all accidental.”
                He smirks. “Distracting? That implies that you may have been thinking about me.”
                “Uh… maybe a little.” No need to bring up the dreams.
                “None of the touches were accidental. I couldn’t think of a way to touch you without being too forward. You kept pulling away so I figured my attraction to you was completely one sided.”
                He’s running his finger up my thigh now and I suddenly wish I had put on robes. I’m watching his finger move up my thigh and back down.
                He looks up at me and he slowly leans toward me. My stomach is flipping again as I lean in. Our lips touch and the heat is incredible. He pulls my lower lip into his mouth and sucks on it. I slide my arm behind him and pull him closer. He makes a small sound of surprise. Sitting side by side on the couch is not the most conducive to kissing so I lean back and pull him onto me. He’s heavy but I like the feeling of him on me. He adjusts himself so that he has one leg between mine and the other out the outside of my left leg. He pulls away from the kiss and I feel incredibly disappointed until he is kissing just below my ear. My hands are tangled in the back of his shirt and my breathing is coming out in gasps of pleasure. He kisses down my neck and I can feel him nip and suck. I untangle my hands and run my hands on the smooth skin of his lower back. His body bucks and he sucks his breath in. I can feel his dick digging painfully into my thigh.
                He returns to my mouth and I suck on his lip. He moans into my mouth and honestly I’m not sure how long I can hold out. My mind is at war. I want to touch every part of him but the more rational part is trying to convince the rest of my brain and my body that this is moving too fast. The rational part of my brain is losing.
                He pulls back from me and looks at me. I reach up and remove his glasses, putting them on the table. I take his face in my hands and pull him in for another kiss. We never break eye contact. It’s so intense and intimate. He pulls back from me and pulls be back up so that we are sitting again. He kisses me again and runs his hands under my shirt and over my stomach. My muscles tighten involuntarily and then his hands are running up my sides. His hands are calloused and I can feel the scratching on my side, it’s an incredible feeling. His hands keep moving up, pushing my arms up and he’s taking my shirt off. As he lets my shirt fall to the floor he sits back and looks at me. He bites his bottom lip and lets out a moan. This makes me smile and I pull him back to me. His hands are all over my back and my sides, running across my stomach. I’m kissing him like it’s the only thing keeping me alive. He kisses down my neck to my chest and I feel like my entire body is going to explode. He licks a nipple and my hand grasps his shirt again. He has to stop or this is going to end way too soon.
                I grab his shirt and pull it up over his head. He is nothing but muscle and smooth skin. There is no way this isn’t going to end too soon. I’m doomed.
                He pulls me to him this time so that chests are together, his hot skin pressed to mine. My heart is racing. I don’t want to push too far but I want to touch every inch of him. I want to do things to him and with him that I’ve never done before. I want my dreams to become a reality. I feel desperate.
                I wiggle a hand between us and start to undo the button on his pants. His hand catches my wrist and I look at him. I’ve gone too far, I can feel the heat rise in my face, the disappointment knot my stomach.
                “Are you sure?” He whispers.
                “I think so.”
                “Not good enough. I’m ok with what we’re doing. I don’t want to do anything that will ruin this.”
                The knot loosens. He’s still holding my wrist and I still have a hold of the top of his jeans.
                “I want more.” I can see his chest rising and falling with his breathing. We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment and he pulls me back into a kiss. It’s not as urgent now. It’s deep and passionate, open and accepting. He doesn’t know it, but anything from here on out is new to me. It’s an embarrassing thought but I’m feeling confident.
                I kiss him back and start to undo his button again. He lets go of my wrist and runs it up my back to my hair. I love the feel of his fingers tangled in my hair. I get the button undone and I unzip his pants over his bulge. He moans into my mouth again and I’m amazed that anything I’m doing will cause that reaction.
                I kiss down his jaw to his neck. I stop over the place where I can feel his pulse beating against my lips. I squeeze his waist and work my way down to his collarbone. His breathing is rapid and shallow. I take a quick look at his face and his eyes are closed and his bottom lip is between his teeth. I kiss over the muscles of his chest and I slide to the floor as I kiss his stomach. I can feel his muscles jumping. His hand is still in my hair. I grab the sides of his jeans and gently tug. He lifts his hips as I pull his jeans and boxers down. His dick springs free and my breath catches. I slide my hand up his thigh to the base of dick and slowly wrap my fingers around it. He moans again. I lick my lips and lean forward. I slowly lick the underside of his head. His hand tightens in my hair and he hisses. I run my tongue in a circle around the head, paying attention to the ridge. I get up on my knees and lean over him and take him slowly into my mouth. I take him down as far as I can and I almost gag but I take a moment to adjust and then I continue. I take him all the way into my mouth. My lips wrapped around the base. I cup his balls and then draw my head up, running my tongue up the underside. As I get to the head I suck and he lets out a moan that makes me almost come in my pants. I bob my head up and down alternating licking and sucking. He’s moaning and I can feel some or my hair being pulled from my head has his fist tightens in my hair. I stop and kiss down the side of his dick to the base. I suck a love bite on his thigh. Then I suck his balls into my mouth. He’s whole body jerks.

I take him into my mouth again and start sucking.
                “Stop, you need to stop I’m going to come.” he whispers. He tries to pull away from me and I put my hand on his chest and push him back.
                My hand and my mouth move in unison as I make sure every inch of him is being taken care of. It’s wet and slick and incredible. I cup his balls with my other hand and I can feel them tighten. He’s almost there.
                “Oh god.” I hear him whisper. There are butterflies in my stomach again. I take him all the way down again and lick all the way up.
                “OH!” His body jerks. “I’m coming.” I continue sucking as I feel him come. I swallow what I can but some runs out of my mouth and down his length. I use it to continue moving my hand up and down and I continue sucking until he’s done. I can feel his legs shaking under me and I smile that I could do that to him, for him.
                I’m wiping my mouth on my arm as he starts grasping at my shoulders, trying to pull me up. I get back on the couch and he pushes me back. He leans over me and starts kissing me. His hands are now between us as he’s working at my pants button. He looks at me.
                “Is this ok?” he asks.
                I nod back. I can’t talk. I didn’t think about it being done to me. I was only thinking of what I could do to him. He gets my pants undone and I pray that I don’t come as soon as he touches me.
                He tugs at my pants and I help him get them pulled down. The air fees cool against the heat of my dick. He runs his hand down my stomach and down my thigh. He cups my balls and a shiver runs through my entire body. He kisses down my chest and stomach. He positions himself between my knees and I watch him the entire time. He looks up at me once before he wraps his hand around my dick. My eyelids flutter but I continue to watch him. He leans up and runs his tongue around the head. I swear I see fireworks.
                His lips are now wrapped around me and the sight is almost as incredible as the feeling. The heat of his mouth, the way his tongue is licking at me. He takes me all the way into his mouth and I throw my head back and let out a moan. He is sucking and I know I won’t last much longer. My hips buck involuntarily against his mouth and my breath comes in gasps. My hips buck again and I gasp out, “I’m coming.”
                He sucks as I come. Swallowing as I pump his mouth full. I let out a final moan as I finish. He licks up the underside of my dick one more time and my body jerks again. He crawls up onto me and kisses me, our tastes mingling together. He rolls off of me and leans against me so that his head is resting on my shoulder. We sit that way for a while as we catch our breath. After a moment I realize my pants are still around my thighs. I pull them up but don’t button, Potter does the same.
                He leans against me again and we sit that way in the dark watching the candle light flicker across the wall.
                “I need you to know that I didn’t come here expecting that.” He takes my hand in his.
                I look at our entwined hands. This whole situation is odd for me.
                “I didn’t think you did. I on the other hand fed you only to get to this.”
                He laughs and I smile at the sound and the vibrations I feel through his chest.
                “Seriously, I had no expectations. I’m still not even sure what is going on.” I say
                “Well, we’ve been on three dates. Had one hell of a kiss and did some serious making out.”
                “I didn’t say I didn’t know what had happened.”
                “I know, I just like to hear it.” He says with another laugh.
                I take advantage of the fact that we aren’t looking at each other. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
                “Sure.”
                “How many guys have you dated?”
                “When you say dated do you mean gone out on dates with or how many boyfriends have I had?”
                “I guess how many boyfriends.” I’m not sure what I want to learn from this question but it’s out there already.
                “Two boyfriends. The first one was about two years after Ginny and I split up. We only dated for about 6 months. He was the first guy I dated and I was still trying to figure everything out. He kept pushing for sex and I wasn’t ready. Needless to say he didn’t stick around much longer. The second was a year later. We dated for about a year. He’s the only guy I’ve ever been with. I’ve been out with other guys but nothing serious. How many of you had?”
                I don’t want to answer this question, but I do.
                “None. I didn’t realize I was gay until after the war. I’d become a social pariah so dating wasn’t really an option. I’ve been on a few dates but I was never really attracted to any of them. They were nice enough I guess.”
                Potter sits up and looks at me. He looks concerned. “Does that mean that… this was…”
                “Yes.” I look away from him. I’m embarrassed again. I feel him move and he’s leaning into me. I turn to face him and he kisses me. The same type of kiss that he gave me in his kitchen.
                I don’t feel judged by him. I relax a little. He lies down beside me again and puts his head on my shoulder. His fingers still entwined with mine. I rest my head against the top of his and we sit there for a long time, lost in our own thoughts.
                Around 11:30 he says he needs to get home. I walk him to the fireplace in the kitchen.
                “I want to see you again, but I’ll let you make the call.” He says as he puts a foot into the fireplace.
                I grab him by the shirt and pull him back. I push him against the wall and kiss him. He responds eagerly and my body starts its own response. I pull back and look at him.
                “I’ll see you later.”
                He grins as he heads back to the fireplace. A moment later he’s gone. I lean my forehead against the wall in the spot Potter had just been in. I take a few deep breaths and then head back into the living room. I grab my shirt from the floor, flick my wand at the candles to put them out and head to the shower. A cold one.
                I crawl into bed and drift off to sleep, I didn’t feel invisible at all.
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