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The Bar	By : hedwig_927 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9129 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: Disclaimer! Obviously I do not own or make money off of Harry Potter, just having a bit of fun :)

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Disclaimer! Obviously I do not own or make money off of Harry Potter, just having a bit of fun :)
SMUT WARNING
This chapter contains a bit of submission, ropes are included and so is spanking. I wanted to warn everyone in case they weren't into that sort of thing. That being said, there is a good chunk of sex in this one, and some sexy moments after, but spanking will be involved in the main portion, so if you're into that enjoy ;) if not please let me know and.. just breeze over it.
Here's another long chapter for you. 15,000 words because I don't know how to do anything less apparantly. Aside from the smut I don't think there's any other warnings you are in need of, so without further ado, enjoy.
Chapter 10

"What the fuck?" Nott asked exasperated.
"This is actually insane," Ron said under his breath. "How the hell could this have happened?"
Harry stormed out of the house. What in Merlin’s name was going on?
"Harry!"
It was John, hurrying after Harry.
"Harry wait."
"I’ve got to tell Kingsley," Harry spoke, rushed.
"We have to check it out first. What if it changes back?"
Harry grunted. "This fucking house is driving me mad."
"It’s driven us all mad, we have to figure it out. Let’s go."
Harry followed John back into the house.
The floor had closed up and everything had almost gone back to normal. The furniture was back, but all the private possessions owned by the family - books and photographs and other belongings - weren’t.
"What if we missed our opportunity? What if we can never figure out what happened?" Harry asked.
"Calm down, Harry," John said softly.
"Calm down? We were here less than 18 hours ago and it changed overnight? How is that even possible?"
"It’s not possible." Nott chimed in.
"Well clearly it is." That was Ron. "Whoever is doing this is fucking with us on purpose. They didn’t go missing, there’s got to be something more."
"So what? They’re hiding?" asked Harry.
"Probably. They’ve probably been here countless times." Ron continued.
"We’ve had outside eyes on the house and haven’t seen anything," John pointed out.
"Apparition exists does it not?" Ron countered. No one said anything. "We need eyes on the inside."
"And how are we supposed to do that? Say you’re right? What if they’re listening right now? What good’ll that do?" Harry was starting to become anxious and it showed in his voice.
"Harry will you please just calm down?" John said, pleading with Harry.
Harry took a deep breath.
Ron snickered. "John, don’t mind him, he’s been going a bit mental lately."
Harry glared at him. "At least I don’t resort to violence like a child."
Nott laughed.
"What do you mean?" John asked, confused.
Nott spoke after containing his laughter. "Ron punched Harry’s boyfriend in the face."
"At least I’m the sane one. You actually think it’s normal, that they’re together?" Ron turned to Nott.
Nott shrugged, still laughing. "I mean, they’re both hot. They’re both prats. Yeah I’d say it is."
Harry just huffed, leaving the room and going into the basement.
Harry couldn’t believe Ron was the one mad at him. He punched Draco in the face. Harry should be furious with him. And quite frankly he was. He’d been making comments about it all week at work making Harry go even more batshit and Nott couldn’t seem to contain his enjoyment.
Harry had ignored it so far, but he was done. What was it? Thursday? He was still being an arse. He went from blatantly ignoring Harry to being downright rude and Harry was fed up.
"Mate. Mate hold up." Nott called after him.
"No, why the fuck do I have to put up with this at work?"
"He’s your best mate. He’s just looking out for you."
"Isn’t Draco yours? You don’t care that Ron punched him at all?"
Nott laughed. "Not particularly no, I’m sure he deserved it."
"I’d love to say he did, but Ron was being a prat."
"No, I mean he’s been an arse to Ron his whole life."
"And? You were just as much a prat as Draco, you don’t see him punching you in the face."
"Yes, well he was forced to get to know me in a professional setting."
Harry sighed. "I understand Ron’s upset, but he keeps bringing it to work and it’s driving me mad."
"You’re already mad mate, you don’t need me for that." Ron said snarkily.
"Why can’t you just accept I’m happy?" Harry snapped.
Ron scowled at him. "How could you be happy with him Harry? He’s made our lives hell."
"Mm, it’s gotta be the sex." Nott butted in.
Ron over-exaggerated a gag. "The last thing I need to hear about is Malfoy and Harry shagging."
"You’re an arsehole." Harry left, hitting Ron’s shoulder with his as he passed.
Ron whipped around and grabbed his arm. "I’m just trying to protect you."
"Protect me?" Harry yelled. "How is punching Draco and ridiculing me nonstop protecting me?"
Ron flinched.
"You haven’t even gotten to know him and you've already jumped to the worst conclusion about him."
"Harry it’s not like I don’t have anything to go on. It’s Malfoy. He was a death eater for heavens sake."
Harry was being pushed past his breaking point. He rushed forward and pushed Ron. "You bastard!"
Ron pushed back, making Harry fall on his arse. "Oh I’m the bastard? But the guy who used to make our lives hell isn’t?"
Harry scrambled up off the floor. "Fuck this."
He ran up the stairs and out the door with Nott calling after him.
Harry saw red, that’s it. That’s all he saw.
As he burst through the door he heard John, but ignored him. He felt the fresh breeze on his skin and took a deep breath, apparating to Draco’s bedroom.
Harry knew that at this hour if he wasn’t in bed he was probably in the kitchen, having tea. He rushed downstairs and found his lover, calmly sipping from a mug and reading the daily prophet.
"Draco." Harry spoke, his voice was hoarse.
Draco jumped.
"Bugger Harry!" said Draco, catching his breath. "What in Merlin’s name are you doing here?" He got up, placing his tea and paper on the counter.
Harry stalked towards him. Draco’s face held surprise and worry. Harry stopped in front of him, his chest heaving, staring down into his boyfriend’s sparkling eyes.
"Harry?" Draco asked, breathily.
Harry roughly pulled him into a kiss. Their teeth clashed and Harry’s hand found the back of Draco’s head, lacing his fingers through the silky soft strands and tugging hard.
Draco let out a gasp of surprise and Harry pushed his tongue in, swirling it with Draco’s and tasting the tea he was drinking. It was chamomile.
Slender hands found Harry’s hips and pulled them tight against slim ones. Harry moaned. He was already hard.
Draco pulled away suddenly. "Harry, wait. What happened?"
Harry grunted, trying to pull Draco back into a kiss, but Draco used his arms to create distance between them.
"You’re supposed to be at work."
"Yeah, well I think I’m supposed to be fucking you," said Harry, grabbing Draco by the neck and pulling him against his lips.
Draco moaned and started to rut against Harry, making his hardening erection very known. Groans filled the air, Harry moved his lips down Draco’s jaw, kissing and nipping and tasting him.
"Harry, what happened?" Draco asked again, escaping Harry’s grasp.
Harry took a deep breath. He needed to calm down. Draco was the only one he wanted to see right now. Granted he wanted to fuck him senseless, but that was beside the point.
"It’s Ron. He won’t stop shit talking. He’s been doing it all week, making stupid comments about us together, or you. I snapped today. I’m just angry, and I wanna see you."
"I thought you liked to be alone when you’re angry?" Draco asked, his voice husky.
"Well right now I want to shag you senseless, so I can either go be alone or do the former."
Draco moaned and pulled him into a kiss. Harry eagerly kissed back, finding Draco’s tongue quickly.
Harry started undoing the clasp on his work cloak and Draco pushed it down off his shoulders. Harry started backing Draco up into the living room, falling against the sofa in a tangle of desperate limbs.
Draco moaned. Harry began removing Draco’s silk button up, his gasps of arousal being swallowed by Draco’s lips. When Draco’s pale chest was exposed Harry sat up on his knees, one on each side of Draco’s waist as he stared down at him in awe. His eyes raked over his bare torso, memorizing for the hundredth time the gorgeous muscles that rippled beneath his skin. He ran his hands up his chest. "You’re so perfect baby.." Harry leaned down and kissed his sternum and all along his pecs, finding his nipple and sucking the perky surface hard.
Draco cried out, and started rutting his pyjama clad cock against Harry’s inner thigh. "Harry, oh fuck Harry I want you.."
Harry groaned against his skin. He quickly looked up at Draco, to find him staring down at him with eyes so alluring he could’ve came. "I want to try something." Harry’s heart beat faster in his chest.
"What?" Draco breathed out, his face flushed with arousal.
He moved so he was over his face. "How submissive are you feeling?"
Draco let out a shaky gasp, staring directly into Harry’s intoxicating gaze. "Fuck.." his voice was barely a whisper.
"Get your arse upstairs." Harry commanded.
Draco nodded quickly and moved to get up, Harry lifted himself off of Draco. As Draco stood Harry grabbed him by waist and pulled him to him. He kissed him with an overwhelming passion, finding his tongue immediately and making Draco moan.
Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and put it on his hard, silk clad cock. "Holy fuck Harry.." his words got lost on Harry’s lips. Harry gripped his hard prick, jerking him through his pyjamas. He used his other hand to tear his open button up off his shoulders and Draco’s hands found the hem of Harry’s work shirt, pulling it over his head and dislodging the hand on his cock. He groaned out at the loss of touch.
Harry spun him around, pressing his hard-on against Draco’s arse. Draco moaned loudly. "Harry please!"
Harry lips located Draco’s ear. "Begging already?" He whispered against him.
Draco whimpered, moving Harry’s hand from his hip back to his cock.
"Ah, ah, ah." Harry pulled his arm away and gripped his arse roughly. "You’ve got to wait."
Draco groaned. He threw his head back against Harry’s shoulder. He rubbed his arse against Harry’s hard cock, making Harry hiss with pleasure. "Fuck Harry.." he groaned again.
Harry’s lips pressed against Draco’s neck, flicking his tongue out to taste him. He already had a salty sheen forming over his skin, and Harry had barely started. Actually he hadn’t even begun.
"I thought I said to get your arse upstairs?" Harry breathed against his neck, rubbing his hand up over his arse, then his hip, making its way to cup his cock.
Draco whimpered again, turning around in Harry’s grasp and fastening his fingers on his hips.
Harry acted fast, his hand found Draco’s neck, and he choked him lightly. "No apparating."
Draco’s face fell open into a moan, and he nodded. There was desperation in his eyes. The need to have Harry clear as day. Harry let go of him and Draco ran upstairs, taking Harry by the hand. Harry followed happily and eagerly, knowing he was about to drive the blond absolutely wild.
When Draco pulled Harry through the door, Harry stopped short, gripping Draco’s hand tighter and yanking him towards him. He used his foot to slam the door shut and spun Draco and himself on his heel, pressing him against the now closed surface.
Draco moaned, his hands quickly coming up to grip Harry’s unruly raven hair. Harry groaned into his lips as he kissed him with ardour, nipping and sucking at his bottom lip gently and eliciting needy sounds from his boyfriend.
Draco’s hands moved down to Harry’s chest, feeling his smooth and scarred skin and pinching one of his nipples. Harry moaned, pressing his hips further into the blond’s, their clothes cocks knocking together.
Draco whimpered and began bucking his hips, in desperate need of friction. Harry chuckled into his neck, making Draco shiver with anticipation.
Harry’s hand moved to the back of Draco’s thigh, lifting it slightly, while the other one came up to caress his jaw, kissing him tenderly. Draco broke away panting. "Harry, I need you. Now."
Harry bit his lip, staring down at his lover and looking into his glazed eyes. Part of Harry wanted to comply, and take Draco now, but the other part.. the other part wanted to tease him, and tease him he would.
"Get on the bed." Harry said as he lowered Draco’s leg and kissed his neck. His voice was rough and husky.
Draco moaned, leaning further against Harry’s lips with his hands seeking out his hips.
"Bed." Harry repeated, shortly this time.
Draco bit his lip and nodded, quickly leaving Harry’s grasp and sitting at the edge of the bed. Harry watched him. He was looking up at him expectantly.
Harry walked over to Draco and settled in between his legs. "Undo my trousers."
Draco stared up at him and nodded. He placed a kiss on Harry’s sternum.
Harry brought his hand to Draco’s chin, lightly forcing his gaze upwards. "No touching unless I say. No doing anything unless I say." Harry said gently, whilst staring into lust filled eyes.
He heard Draco gulp and he nodded again, successfully undoing Harry’s button and zipper.
"Pull them down."
He obliged and Harry’s trousers fell to the floor.
"Stand up." Harry spoke firmly, backing away.
Draco did, and Harry kissed him, not being able to help himself. The blond moaned and kissed Harry back, forcing his tongue into Harry’s mouth. Harry smiled against his lips. He loved how responsive he was.
"Turn around."
He did, and hands found the band of his silk pyjamas, slowly pushing them over the globes of he arse until gravity did the rest of the work. Harry groaned: Draco wasn’t wearing underwear.
He carefully placed his palm against the rounding of his arse and caressed him gently. Draco’s breath hitched. Harry’s lips were against a pale neck, with his blond hair tapering into a soft point at the nape. He placed small kisses all over his flesh making Draco shudder.
His hands found slim hips and couldn’t stay in place. They roamed all over Draco’s torso and bum, purposely avoiding his lover’s throbbing erection. Draco groaned, biting down on his lip, knowing there wasn’t anything he could do but take it, otherwise Harry would surely punish him.
Harry gently brushed his lips over Draco’s ear. "Crawl onto the bed," he whispered.
Draco gasped and climbed onto the bed on all fours. He settled in the middle, not changing his position until Harry told him to. Harry followed him onto the bed.
He kissed up the back of Draco’s thigh, all the way up to his arse. Draco moaned, trying not to push against Harry’s lips, but failing miserably.
"Harry! Please Harry!" pleaded Draco.
Harry chuckled against his skin, making Draco whine. He kissed his arse again, and then flicked his tongue over his perineum making Draco cry out. Harry kissed his bollocks and licked and sucked and Draco threw his fist into the pillow, moaning.
He knew Draco wanted him to touch him. Wanted him to put his tongue lower, onto his cock. Harry watched precum leak from his cock and onto silk sheets. He let out a moan, wanting nothing more then to taste Draco.
"Draco," breathed Harry, his breath teasing Draco’s soft sacs and making Draco moan.
"Yes Harry?" Draco managed, his voice strained.
"Fuck you’re so hot. I could come just looking at you."
Draco moaned loudly, falling onto his elbows and burying his face into the pillows. He started grinding against the air, clearly craving Harry’s touch. "Harry," said Draco, his voice muffled.
Harry kissed his thigh again. "What?" He said against his skin.
Draco let out a a muted scream. "Please Harry.." cried Draco, defeated.
"Lie on your back," said Harry, caressing his lower back gently.
Draco complied, quickly turning over. He stared up at Harry, swallowing hard as he gazed into Harry’s eyes. He parted Draco’s legs, dragging his hands from his knees up his thighs. Draco gripped the sheets tightly. He closed his eyes and bit his lip.
Harry leaned forward and breathed against his cock, admiring it.
Draco groaned, squirming slightly. Harry smiled to himself. He licked a stripe up Draco’s cock and Draco screamed, his head snapping forward to look at Harry. He was panting heavily and overcome with the need to have Harry’s mouth on him.
He kissed down Draco’s thighs and then back up again, nipping gently. Draco shuddered. Harry brought his hands up to his slender hips and pressed on his right hip bone, making Draco moan loudly. Harry continued to touch and tease him, turning Draco into a puddle of pure pleasure and need beneath him, moaning and letting out needy sounds.
Harry brought his hand up to jerk him lightly. Draco screamed again. "Harry! Harry please, l can’t take it!"
Harry smiled. He brought his lips to the tip of Draco’s prick and kissed it softly. Draco let out a breathy moan. Harry descended over Draco’s cock and sucked. Draco arched into his touch, moaning again.
"Draco.." Harry warned and Draco whimpered, lowering himself to be flush against the bed again.
Harry smirked at him, making Draco bit his lip, his perfect, swollen, pink bottom lip. Harry took his member into his mouth again and Draco writhed underneath him, as if he was already close.
Harry let his tongue swirl around his prick while he sucked in his cheeks, bobbing up and down. Draco moaned, throwing his head back against the pillow. "Harry! Oh my fucking... gods." He breathed. "Holy fuck, don’t stop!"
Harry moaned around his cock and Draco shuddered. He picked up the pace, tonguing his frenulum while he sucked.
Draco’s legs started shaking. His hands flew to Harry’s hair and he pushed his head further down onto his cock, thrusting deeper into his throat.
Harry growled, holding Draco’s hips down and lifting off his cock, pushing against Draco's hands. He looked at Draco with a fire in his eyes and Draco stared back at him, open mouthed and face flushed.
"What’d I say?" his voice was husky.
Draco whimpered. "Harry, I’m sorry! I-"
"What. Did. I. Say?" His hand curled around Draco’s throat, choking him lightly.
"N-Not to do anything.. without your permission," breathed Draco, his voice desperate.
"I gave you a warning, handsome," he grinned at him, evilly.
Draco groaned and closed his eyes. "I’m sorry baby.." he said after a moment.
Harry raised his eyebrows, pleased he apologized, but he had other plans. "I’m sorry too.." Harry said mysteriously.
That caused Draco to open his eyes, looking into Harry’s. Harry summoned his wand, waving it quickly and suddenly ropes appeared on Draco’s wrists, securing him to each respective bedpost.
They gave just enough slack Draco could pull at them comfortably, but he was not able to extend his arms past his head. Draco groaned, already fighting against his bonds. He stared up at Harry, absolutely wrung with need.
Harry looked down at his cock which was leaking more precum and just begging to be sucked. It had become almost purple with the demand to come. Harry pressed his thumb against the slit, smearing the beads of seed over his frenulum and making Draco thrash.
"Stay still." Harry breathed, transfixed by Draco’s cock. Draco whimpered and started shaking again. His mouth opened in a moan and he started rutting his cock against Harry’s hand.
"I’m gonna come! Harry I’m gonna-"
Harry put his mouth on Draco’s cock, sucking hard and fast. He quickly felt Draco’s semen coat his tongue and moaned. His eyes looked up at Draco, who was looking down at Harry, gasping out in silent pleasure, pulling against his bounds, almost as if his orgasm caught him by surprise as much as it did Harry.
Harry kept sucking his cock, gently, until Draco’s body stopped jerking. Draco’s face was red, and he was panting heavily. His eyes were closed and his mouth hung open.
Harry’s cock strained against his briefs, begging for that open mouth to be over it. He ignored his own body’s pleas and kissed up Draco’s stomach, all the way to his neck.
"Do you like being tied up?" whispered Harry.
Draco moaned, and nodded quickly, licking his lips as Harry moved his face over his. He gave him a wicked smile. "Is there anything else you like?" Harry searched his face to see if he was uncomfortable in any way, because that was not Harry's intention.
Draco blushed, biting his lip. He suddenly looked nervous.
Harry quickly moved to cup his jaw. "Draco? Did I upset you?"
Draco shook his head.
"Then what baby?"
Draco closed his eyes and swallowed. He stayed quiet for a few moments and Harry tried to calm his breathing. "I..I-" He stopped, looking at Harry again. "I like when you spank me," said Draco, his voice so quiet, if there were any louder noise than their breaths it wouldn’t have been heard.
Harry moaned. He couldn’t help it. He leaned against his elbows and kissed Draco, urgently, needing to taste him. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t realized earlier. Draco liked it rough. He liked the teasing. He liked it whether it was being done to him or he was doing it. Them both being stubborn little prats just made the games more fun.
"You like that, huh?" breathed Harry. Draco just moaned. Harry kissed down his jaw and in one of Draco’s favourite hotspots: where his neck met his jaw under his ear.
Draco moaned again, his clock twitching. Harry started to grind his still pant-clad cock against Draco’s thigh, groaning at the touch.
"Harry, please let me see your cock." Draco begged.
Harry looked up at him. The desire in his eyes was so strong. Harry decided he was going to put his mouth to work. He pushed down his briefs and pulled them off of his ankles. Then he shimmied up Draco’s torso, resting his knees astride his chest so his cock was hovering over Draco’s face.
Draco moaned and stuck his tongue out to taste Harry’s cock.
Harry pulled away. "Draco.." he warned again.
Draco mewled and bit his lip with a nod.
Harry once again positioned himself so his cock was right above Draco. "Kiss it."
Draco craned his neck and placed a kiss on Harry’s delectable cock.
"Lick it."
Draco immediately thrust his tongue out, licking up and down the underside of the shaft. Harry fell slightly forward, gripping the top of the headboard tightly. He angled himself differently and descended into Draco’s mouth.
"Suck."
Draco moaned and sucked Harry’s cock as best he could at the angle. Harry began thrusting in and out of Draco’s mouth slowly, watching Draco struggle to keep him deep in his throat like he knew Draco wanted it. Harry had pulled out just to plunge back in again, making Draco groan.
Harry was gaping down at his lover as he shamelessly sucked his cock as if he had absolutely no other purpose than to please Harry. "Draco!" Harry moaned, starting to thrust into his mouth a bit faster.
The blond moaned incessantly over Harry’s cock, bringing Harry even closer to the edge. He felt his bollocks tighten and knew he was getting close, so he pulled out of his mouth quickly, making Draco whine. "I want to taste you. Please let me make you come." Draco begged.
Harry moaned. He stayed over his chest and started jerking himself. Draco groaned loudly, squirming underneath him.
"Harry please!"
Harry started picking up the pace on his cock, staring down at the man who so wantonly wanted Harry’s cock in his mouth.
He laced his fingers through blond hair and tugged roughly so Draco was perpendicular to his cock. Draco moaned. "Do you want to suck it?" asked Harry. Draco moaned again, looking into Harry’s eyes and nodding, leaving his mouth wide open for Harry’s appendage.
Harry leaned forward, pressing his cock into Draco’s wet and wanting mouth. Draco moaned again, it seemed he couldn’t stop moaning and that made Harry close his eyes, trying not to come immediately.
Draco was tugging at the ropes, and Harry knew that he wanted to grab Harry’s hips. He was struggling to get Harry fully in his mouth and Harry was worried that he may have been uncomfortable.
Draco pulled away, panting. "F-Fuck my throat." And he laid his head flat against the bed. Harry groaned and adjusted himself so he was able to fit his cock into Draco’s mouth comfortably, but still able to thrust. It was a bit of a difficult position, but Harry went with it anyway.
He wasn’t planning on coming just yet, but Draco begging for his cock did something to him. He thrust in and out of Draco’s mouth, Draco desperately trying to suck and swallow around his cock, but Harry denying him.
He finally presssed the tip of his prick against the back of Draco’s throat and Draco moaned loudly, getting garbled by his cock. He wrapped his lips tightly around his shaft and sucked, using his tongue to swirl over his frenulum and tease his slit that no doubt was leaking precum.
Draco swallowed and Harry cried out, gripping the headboard tighter and he began fucking Draco’s face.
"Ashster." Draco choked.
Harry slowed. "What?" he asked strained.
"Faster!" Draco whined.
Harry moaned and started fucking his face even faster. Incoherent sounds came from his mouth as his lover licked, sucked, and swallowed over his cock as best he could.
Harry felt himself nearing the edge. His hands found blond hair again and tugged his head forward onto his cock again.
"Draco! Fuck Draco I’m gonna come!" Harry yelled.
Draco moaned and closed his eyes. Harry couldn’t see straight, he didn’t know if he was going to be able to come like this without hurting his throat.
He slowed down to a snails pace and Draco looked up at him, confused. Harry was too busy focused on Draco’s sexy lips wrapping around his prick to notice. He pushed his cock fully into Draco’s throat, moaning and looked up to meet his lover’s eyes.
Draco quickly leaned forward and swallowed around Harry’s cock. Harry moaned, screwing his eyes shut as his mind raced. Harry felt his orgasm stirring in his groin. He knew if he pulled out and brought himself to completiton that Draco would be mad at him, but he didn’t want to hurt him.
Draco turned his head so Harry’s cock popped out. "I can take it Harry. Fuck my face. I want to make you come and taste it down my throat."
Harry briefly wondered if Draco had read his mind this time, but pushed his thoughts away, sticking his prick back in Draco’s awaiting mouth. He started fucking it quickly, feeling Draco’s tongue and moans sending different sensations through his entire body.
His grunts were turning animalistic with the need to come. Harry started shaking, even the headboard wasn’t enough leverage for him to stop his abrupt thrusts. He heard Draco gag, but he was too close. "DRACO!" Harry moaned, and felt his release right there. He kept fucking his throat. "Oh fuck!" Harry moaned loudly as he spilled his seed into Draco’s throat. His body spasamed and he dug his nails into the wood, unsuccessfully. "Draco!" Harry cried. He quickly pulled out and started jerking his cock, finishing out the rest of his orgasm and letting his seed paint Draco’s lips, whose tongue darted out, licking up the milky liquid off of his lips.
Harry was panting, dizzy with his post-orgasmic high, but there was no way he was done. He wanted to make Draco to come at least twice more.
Draco stared up at him, unmoving to avoid punishment. Harry carefully climbed off him and leaned down to press his lips against Draco’s. He tasted himself and moaned, finding his tongue and wrestling with it as Draco gasped into his mouth.
He kissed him passionately and sucked lightly on his lower lip. He loved the taste of Draco. Loved his soft lips and warm breath against his skin. Loved how his cheeks turned red when he was aroused and loved how he was only a mess for him.
"You’re so fucking hot, Draco.." Harry breathed against his skin.
He moaned and kissed Harry again, and Harry pulled away, smirking. Draco bit his lip, realizing that Harry hadn’t said he could kiss him.
Harry moved off of him and grabbed his wand. "Get back on your hands and knees." He waved his wand so that the ropes unwinded, but they hovered in the air.
Draco turned back over and the ropes magically wrapped themselves around Draco’s wrists again, but giving move slack for the new position. Draco was able to move more easily, but wouldn’t be able to move away or change positions. Harry made sure he would be able to comfortably lay on his chest, as Draco often did when Harry pleasured him in this position.
Harry kissed the back of his thigh, bringing his hand gently up the other one to cup his arse. He caressed him tenderly and Harry knew Draco was biting his lip. He squeezed lightly and Draco gasped out.
"Should I punish you?" He breathed against his skin.
Draco moaned and gripped the pillows tightly in his hands. Harry watched him carefully. Draco slowly nodded. Harry’s mouth fell open in a silent moan. Holy fuck. Harry wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to actually do this.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Harry," Draco groaned.
Harry swallowed. He rubbed Draco’s arse and then gave him a smack, not nearly as hard as he could’ve, but just enough to sting slightly.
Draco immediately moaned. "Again!" He cried.
The ability to breathe got harder for Harry. He pulled his arm back and gave Draco another smack on his arse. Draco moaned out in what could only be assumed was pure pleasure.
"Harder Harry!"
Harry moaned. He couldn’t believe Draco was this submissive. He smacked him harder and Draco let out an obscene moan, falling forward onto his chest and rocking his hips.
Harry’s cock immediately got hard. Draco seemed like a pile of pleasure as he panted and begged for more. Harry was hesitant. There were three perfectly pink handprints on his ivory bum.
He instead pried open Draco’s arse checks, quickly muttering a cleansing spell for good measure. Then he leaned forward and pressed his tongue against his pink pucker, licking and kissing it. Draco mewled and started pressing his hips backwards, pushing his arse deeper into Harry’s face. Harry moaned and pushed his tongue through the tight ring of muscle, fighting as it compressed around it.
Draco threw his fist into the pillows again, and Harry could hear him breathing hard. Harry pressed his tongue against his walls, lapping at the wet muscles and searching for his prostate. He knew his tongue wouldn’t be long enough to put sufficient pressure on it, but it would tease him.
Draco cried out. "Harry! Oh fuck Harry!" He buried his face into the pillow. Harry moaned against him, pressing his tongue as deep as he could into Draco.
Draco’s legs started to give out and he was slipping towards Harry. Harry groaned and tried to push him back up. When Draco didn’t oblige Harry pulled away from him.
"Sit up." Harry breathed out, trying to sound firm, but coming out needier than he intended.
Draco groaned and started rutting his cock into the mattress. Harry knew he was defying him on purpose.
"Draco.." Harry warned. Draco continued grinding against the sheets. Harry bit his lip. "Draco... sit onto your knees."
Draco shook his head. "Make me," he moaned into the pillow.
Harry’s mouth hung open. Sweet fucking Merlin. Harry quickly smacked Draco’s right arse cheek, right where he had earlier. Draco moaned and rutted against the bed even more, whimpering. Harry smacked him again and Draco begged for more.
Harry’s head was spinning. He started rubbing his cock against the back of Draco’s thigh and slapped Draco again, a bit harder this time and on his left cheek, and Draco moaned loudly.
He looped his hand under his thigh and tried to lift him onto his knees, but Draco resisted. Harry slapped him harder, and Draco moaned as he thrust into the bed. "Harry! Harry I’m gonna come!"
Harry moaned loudly and smacked his arse again. Draco was humping the mattress with vigour and Harry couldn’t contain the sounds coming from his mouth. Neither could Draco. He was whimpering and mewling and begging for Harry to spank him again.
"Fuck baby, you’re so unbelievably sexy."
Draco moaned and thrashed. "Harry, I’m so close! "Please.." he begged. He slightly lifted his arse towards Harry, which was now significantly more pink than white.
Harry bit his lip. He felt bad, even if Draco liked it, he didn’t want to hurt him at all.
"Harry PLEASE!" Draco screamed into the pillow.
Harry moaned and smacked his arse hard, making Draco jump, but moan loudly. Harry slapped him again and Draco stared rutting into the mattress faster. He was moaning nonstop and Harry wanted him to come. He smacked him again and Draco screamed out in pleasure.
"I’m coming! Fuck I’m coming!"
Harry moaned and slapped him again and Draco started shaking. He was pulling at the ropes wildly and moaning loudly, all while spilling his seed into the mattress below him.
"Fuck.." Harry whimpered, utterly transfixed by the scene below him. His cock jumped, watching Draco lose himself at Harry’s touch. He started stroking himself as Draco came down from his high. He gripped Draco’s hip as jerked his cock, moaning desperately. Draco moaned and pushed himself onto all fours again, looking back at Harry.
"Harry.." breathed Draco. "Let me suck you."
Harry moaned and shook his head. He wasn’t going to come just yet anyway, but he needed the friction badly. He leaned forward and licked Draco’s bollocks, tasting his come. He grabbed his wand and muttered a different cleansing spell to clean the sheets and then spread Draco’s legs. Harry turned onto his back and leaned on his elbows, shimmying through his legs and taking his soft cock into his mouth, licking up the rest of the come off his cock, making Draco moan softly. Then Harry kissed up his stomach, moving underneath him until he was at his face and Draco was on all fours over him.
He stretched his neck up and kissed him on his swollen lips. Harry moaned and slipped his tongue in, kissing him deeply. Draco pulled away, looking deeply into Harry’s eyes.
"You got a few more orgasms in you?" Harry asked, smiling up at him.
Draco managed a strained laugh, looking down at his lover. "Remind me to thank Ron after this."
Harry laughed too and pulled him into another perfect kiss, their lips melding together as if they were made for each other.
"Can I grind against your cock?" Draco asked, pulling away.
Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Mhm.." he moaned out pulling Draco back down to him. They kissed and kissed, their tongues connecting and tasting each other.
Harry’s hands took residence on Draco’s hips and pulled him closer into him, revelling in the feeling of Draco frotting against his cock. Harry didn’t get how Draco was already hard so soon, but he wasn’t complaining and he knew that he never would.
Draco’s bound hands laced into Harry’s messy hair, making Harry moan. He was tugging at the raven locks and moaning into Harry’s mouth.
He knew he was going to be punished, but Harry thought that he probably wanted to be punished, so he was going to punish him in a different way. Although for now he was going to enjoy the blond’s hands massaging his scalp and pulling his hair because he loved it so much.
Harry moaned as Draco pulled harder and he stretched his neck towards his fingers. Draco quickly descended on Harry’s neck, sucking and nipping and kissing as quickly as he could, before Harry would try to stop him. Harry moaned against his will. Draco sucked on his collarbone and left a hickey and Harry whimpered. For some reason he couldn’t push Draco off of him, he was enjoying his lips on his skin far too much. The friction from Draco’s dick on his was driving him mental and he started bucking his hips against the blond.
"Draco!" Harry moaned out. "Fuck.."
Draco moaned loudly. "Baby! Let me ride you."
Harry smirked. He came to his senses then, he reached up and gripped the hair at the back of Draco’s neck, yanking his head back. He leaned up and latched his lips on the blond’s neck, sucking hard. Draco cried out.
Harry then moved out from under him and lightly dusted his fingers against his sides as he moved behind him. Draco shuddered. Harry came behind him and gripped both arse cheeks in his hands, squeezing slightly. Draco groaned.
"You know your hands and mouth wandered farther than I allowed.." Harry said against Draco’s skin.
Harry knew Draco was biting his lip. He traced his finger up the back of Draco’s thigh and firmly placed his hand on the globe of Draco’s arse, as if he was going to spank him. Draco whimpered.
Harry pulled his hand back, but he wasn’t going to smack him, he just wanted to tease him. He kissed his soft, smooth skin. He stayed silent for a few more moments, letting Draco bask uncomfortably while he awaited a punishment.
"No moaning. No groaning, or whimpering. No sounds, no speaking. Not unless I say so. If you make a sound you’re going to get smacked, and I’m not going to go easy on you."
Harry heard Draco gasp, in what he knew was both shock, pleasure, and anticipation.
"Is that understood?"
Draco’s head hung forward. He nodded slowly and Harry could see that he was indeed biting his lip.
"Tell me."
"Yes, sir.." Draco breathed out.
Harry grabbed the base of his own cock. That was new and fuck was it hot. Harry bit his lip. He started stroking his cock slowly, his to give himself friction. "Good.." he said, though his voice wavered slightly. Harry moved to get going, but he wanted to make something clear first. "If you’re ever in pain, uncomfortable, or want me to stop, please say so."
Draco nodded again. Harry wasn’t going to do anything that would harm Draco, but he didn’t want him to think he was trapped in any way.
Harry leaned forward and kissed his arse again, he figured he’d start off gentle so that he wouldn’t tease Draco too much. His kissed circles around the globe and then moved to his crack, slightly pulling his cheeks apart and placing a kiss on his entrance. He heard Draco stifle a sound, and decided to let it slide. He licked at his hole and Draco gripped the sheets in his hands.
Harry smiled and silently conjured lube, but in his left hand, leaving his right hand free to smack him. Then he backed away and brought cool fingers to touch his pucker. He rubbed circles on it and felt Draco jerk. Then he pressed his finger into Draco’s entrance.
Draco threw his face into the pillow, stifling a groan. "Draco," Harry warned and Draco nodded against the pillow.
Harry started sawing his finger in and out of Draco, feeling Draco’s muscles compress around him and pull him further into his passage. Harry’s face fell into a silent moan. He felt so fucking good. He started sawing faster, looking for his prostate.
He pulled out and added a second finger and Draco pushed against his fingers. Harry could hear his breathing into the pillow increase. He went slowly this time, pressing against his walls and searching for the marble of pleasure.
After a moment of feeling around, he found it and pressed against it, massaging it in circles. Draco moaned loudly, even muffled, into the pillow. Harry moaned and smacked Draco’s arse, resulting in Draco moaning again.
Harry smacked him again and Draco moaned louder. Harry was unbelievably turned on. "Holy fuck Draco!" He started fucking Draco’s ass with his fingers, scissoring them to stretch him.
Draco moaned louder and Harry’s hand came down to smack him harder. "Draco. No sounds." He breathed out.
Draco nodded again and Harry started fucking him faster. Draco was pressing his hips backwards, pushing Harry’s fingers even deeper into him. Harry pulled out at that and Draco cried out at the loss of contact. Harry smacked him again and Draco buried his face into the pillow.
Harry inserted three fingers to stretch Draco now, sawing and pressing into his prostate. Draco couldn’t stay still, he kept pressing further into Harry and his legs were sliding down. Harry looped his arm around Draco’s midsection and wrapped his hand around Draco’s aching, velvety prick, jerking quickly.
"Harry!" Draco screamed, lifting his head off the pillow and panting heavily.
Harry pressed into his prostate again one last time, he was sufficiently stretched, and Draco let out an obscene moan. Harry removed his fingers and slapped him. Draco whimpered and pressed his hips backward. Harry slapped him again, removing this hand from his cock. "Draco.." he said slowly and Draco nodded.
Harry lubed up his cock, and lined himself against Draco’s entrance. He slowly pressed forward, breaching his tight ring of muscles and moaning at the contact. He pulled back and pushed further in, a few times, until he was buried fully.
Draco was clearly struggling with the task of being quiet. His fists were gripping his silk sheets tightly and his hair was wet with sweat, even dripping down his neck slightly.
Harry remained still, waiting until Draco was ready.
"I swear to gods Harry if you don’t move I’m going to go insane," Draco panted.
Harry chuckled. He grazed his hand over Draco’s arse and slapped it. Draco lurched forward, almost dislodging Harry’s cock entirely, and moaned loudly.
Harry grabbed his hips and thrusted back into Draco hard. Draco cried out. "Yes Harry! Right there!"
Harry moaned and smacked Draco again. He mewled and Harry started fucking him at a brutal pace. Draco couldn’t contain his sounds anymore as he screamed for Harry’s cock.
They were enough to drive Harry over the edge and he had to concentrate on not coming. "Draco.." he advised again. "I said no sounds. If you keep mewling like that I’m gonna explode."
"Fucking come Harry, fill me with your hot come," moaned Draco.
Harry groaned. He slapped Draco’s arse. Draco moaned loudly, "Oh fuck yes, Harry! Don’t stop!"
Harry was going to come just from the wanton display Draco was putting on. "Draco!" He moaned. "Holy fuck.." Harry smacked him and Draco screamed in pleasure.
Harry brought his arm around to jerk Draco’s cock and Draco started whimpering. "Harry, I’m gonna come!"
Harry moaned. He wasn’t sure if he wanted either of them to come yet. He took his hand off of Draco’s member and he cried out at the loss.
"Not yet baby, I wanna go a bit longer."
Draco groaned. "Harry we can come again.. please baby."
Harry whimpered and fucked him harder. "You’re bloody insatiable.."
"Just for you.." breathed Draco.
Harry moaned loudly, "Fuck Draco!" Harry felt his release nearing, he hoped to gods he would be able to get hard again. His hand found Draco’s cock and started jerking. Draco let out a wanton moan and fell onto his chest.
"Yes Harry! Don’t stop!" He moaned.
Harry saw stars as he stared down at the gorgeous man below him. He was being overwhelmed with pleasure. Harry felt precum leaking from the tip. He smeared it around his cock, using it as lube as he began stroking faster. Draco started shaking again. He felt his passage clenching around his cock, making Harry moan loudly. He was so close, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
He let loose with a strangled cry of Draco’s name, filling him with his searing hot seed. Not a moment later Draco’s arse squeezed around Harry’s cock, milking his orgasm even more. Draco moaned out, still shaking as he rode out his release on Harry’s cock. It felt euphoric, having the blond writher under him as they both felt pure bliss while being joined together as one.
Harry eventually slowed, and Draco fell flat against the bed, Harry following over him. They were both breathing heavily. Harry moved off of him and pulled him close to him, holding him tightly.
"Holy fuck Harry.." Draco breathed out. "Your cock is magic," he said with a chuckle.
Harry couldn’t help but laugh. He leaned towards his lips and kissed him deeply, moaning into his lips.
Draco groaned, "So we aren’t done then?"
Harry let out a shaky breath. "Do you want to be?"
"Not particularly," he smiled widely at his green-eyed lover.
Harry bit his lip. He already knew he was going to give in. "I’ve only got enough energy for one more round."
Draco smirked, and went to reach for Harry before the ropes restricted him. Harry laughed as Draco grunted. "These blasted ropes."
"You weren’t complaining earlier," said Harry suggestively, as he edged towards Draco, kissing him softly.
Draco let out a soft ‘oh,’ and Harry moved his hand to caress Draco’s neck, feeling the perfect, smooth skin beneath his fingertips. Harry smiled against him and deepened the kiss. Draco thrust his tongue into Harry’s mouth and swirled it against his tongue. He moaned into Harry’s lips. "You taste so good Harry.." he breathed.
Harry hummed in approval, pulling Draco back into a kiss. He wanted to go a bit slower this time, as it had been quite heated earlier. He moved to be fully underneath Draco, with his bound hands on either side of Harry’s head. Draco moaned and fell against Harry. Their bare flesh melding together as Draco kissed him fiercely, igniting the flame within Harry and upping the speed Harry was so desperately trying to keep slow.
"Draco.." Harry warned.
"Harry!" Draco moaned against him, and his lips descended on his jaw, kissing and nipping at the stubbly skin. Harry groaned, and Draco moved to suck his neck, no doubt leaving a stark purple mark he’d have to try and fail hiding later on.
Draco’s hands found Harry’s hair again and tugged lightly, making Harry let out a gasp of pleasure. He massaged his scalp and Harry leaned into the touch. "Baby.." Harry whimpered.
"Do I have the same rules as last time?" Draco asked breathlessly.
Harry chuckled. "No, you’ve got free range. Except for you hands. You were far too terrible at being quiet, we can never fuck in public." Draco scoffed, giving Harry a scowl and Harry laughed. "You make the sexiest sounds baby, I don’t want anyone else hearing that," he resolved. He hadn’t been trying to make him feel bad, he had made those sounds because of Harry after all.
Draco smirked down at him. "And you don’t?" He raised an eyebrow.
Harry licked his lips. "I do, but I feel I could keep myself far more contained if need be," he said, with a dashingly evil grin on his lips.
"Is that a challenge?"
"Could be," Harry gave him a wicked smile. "I’d be up for it."
Draco bit his lip. "You fucking minx."
"Your minx."
Draco gasped, "Mine," and he bent down and kissed Harry fully. A quick lift of Harry’s knee brushing against Draco’s groin told Harry he was hard again. He moved his hand to cup his erection and slowly stroked him. Draco moaned into Harry’s lips. Harry smiled. He felt so unbelievably close to Draco, he loved his touch, and the sounds he made and the way he made Harry feel. He also loved how he came so undone, not holding back in the slightest. He was really becoming attached to Draco, and it made his heart swell and his cock twitch and his stomach flip. "Fuck me Harry.." Draco groaned.
Harry nodded and moved out from under him, slowly making his way to behind Draco and teasing him with his touch. He kissed him all over and dusted his fingers over his skin. He gave his cock a few unsatisfactory jerks, before moving to kiss his bollocks. Draco moaned and Harry sucked on the wrinkled sacs. He licked and nipped at them and Draco was started to become impatient, evident of his body language as he started to squirm and push against Harry.
He decided that Draco didn’t need preparing, having fucked him merely ten minutes ago. He did want to taste Draco though, so he pressed his tongue against Draco’s gorgeous, tight pucker and licked, making Draco cry out. He pressed his tongue in, feeling his slick walls and lapping against them.
"Harry, stop teasing me!" Draco whimpered, falling against the pillows.
Harry chuckled against him, making Draco shudder. Harry pulled away and lubed up his cock. He swiftly aligned and pressed into Draco in one fluid motion, quickly engulfing himself in Draco’s tight heat. Draco moaned loudly. "Fuck," Harry cursed under his breath. He began rocking his hips back and forth, finding his rhythm quickly and searching for Draco’s prostate.
Harry’s stamina was good, but it wasn’t that good. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, both from his energy depleting and Draco’s channel compressing around his prick. Harry took a moment to enjoy this. This intimacy that this was something only he and Draco shared together. Sure they had been with other wizards, but at the moment they were together, and Draco was his, and he Draco’s. Harry thought with his past it would take him longer to feel so drawn to another wizard, but that proved to be fictitious.
Harry began thrusting deeper into Draco and Draco let out an obscene moan. "Right there Harry!" Harry started fucking him faster, making sure to drill into the spot that drove him crazy and Draco was a whimpering mess. He tugged at his bounds and screamed Harry’s name. His legs started to give way again and Harry suddenly wanted to change position. He quickly vanished the ropes and grabbed Draco hips. He sat back on his heels, pulling Draco over him so he was riding him in reverse. Draco moaned loudly. "Fuck, yes!" He started bouncing up and down on Harry’s cock, gripping his own thighs tightly.
Harry felt himself reach deeper in the newfound angle and he cried out. "Ohh fuck Draco!" He grabbed Draco’s hips harder, helping him up and down his cock. "You’re so fucking tight." Draco whined and sat firmly on Harry’s cock. Harry started rutting into him, reaching as deep as he could. Draco moaned.
"I’m so close Harry.." He reached back and grabbed Harry’s hands, putting them on his chest. Harry got the hint and rolled his nipples between his fingers and Draco groaned. Harry felt himself nearing release and Draco was suddenly riding him faster, moaning incessantly and whimpering loudly and Harry felt his arse squeeze around him. "FUCK HARRY!" He screamed out. He started shaking as he released his seed, it shot over his thighs and onto the bed.
Harry quickly gripped his hips and fucked him deeply, bringing himself to his own, earth shattering release as he convulsed around Draco, incoherent sounds erupting from his throat. He felt it all throughout his gut, through his legs and chest as he emptied his load into his lover. "Draco.." He breathed against he neck as he came down from his high.
They both slumped onto the bed. Draco grabbed Harry’s wand and preformed a cleansing spell, and then pulled the covers over them. He settled himself into Harry’s chest, with Harry’s arm over his back. He nuzzled his face against Harry, completely sated and spent. Harry’s breathing had yet to calm, but Draco’s warmth against him was soothing, and he let his eyelids flutter shut.
…
Harry’s eyes were still closed, but he was suddenly aware of the weight on his chest. He blinked his eyes open, every muscle in his body feeling somewhat sore, as if he had run a 5k. He shifted slightly, looking down at the adorable blond snoring softly on his chest. He brought a hand up to stroke his hair. The memories of their previous endeavors coming back to him. His heart skipped a beat. He had been quite rough with Draco, and he liked it. Draco liked it.
He didn’t like the idea of hurting Draco, but he loved the sounds and begs that came from Draco’s mouth demanding for more. He wasn’t even sure if Draco felt any pain, he had only moaned at Harry’s touch. He knew that this likely wouldn’t be a regular occurrence, but now that he knew the blond liked to be submissive at times, he would definitely indulge him on special occasions.
He smiled down at his sleeping boyfriend. He craned his neck to kiss him on the top of his head, and Draco stirred, sucking in a deep breath. He stretched and looked up at Harry, with a sleepy grin. "Hi baby," he said, his voice husky.
Harry smiled wider, "Hi Draco." He said with a chuckle. He brought his hand up to tuck the strands of his silky hair behind his ear. "Don’t you look rested."
Draco chuckled and cuddled back into Harry. "You wore me out."
"I’m terribly sorry," said Harry, sarcastically.
Draco snickered. "I wasn’t complaining."
Harry gave a soft laugh and pulled Draco closer to him. He looked up at Harry and they stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments. "I hope I didn’t overwhelm you earlier."
Draco looked at him with admiring eyes. "I hope I didn’t overwhelm you." He said quietly and kissed Harry on the cheek.
"No, but I was surprised to say the least."
Draco blushed. "Yeah.. I don’t always like it, but when I do.. I like it."
Harry hummed biting his lip. "It sounded like you more than liked it." He growled and gripped Draco’s hips, pulling him over him.
Draco groaned. "Harry James Potter, you are not allowed to fuck me for forty-eight hours."
Harry gasped. "Forty-eight hours?"
"Yes, I need to recover."
"How’s your bottom?" Harry asked with a smirk on his face.
"Sore," said Draco with a smile. He leaned down and kissed Harry. "But the good sore."
Harry hummed in approval and pulled him into another kiss.
"You just wait till I have you tied up and bending to my will," Draco said with an evil grin.
Harry shuddered and kissed him again. He didn’t know where this strike of libido hit him, because usually Draco was the horny one and Harry was the one who had to put a stop to their endeavors, but it was coursing through him and he couldn’t quench it.
Draco kept kissing him and Harry felt his cock harden a bit. He let out a moan and Draco pulled away. "Ah, ah, ah. You’ve got to wait." He parroted Harry’s earlier words and Harry groaned.
"You bastard." Although Harry knew Draco wouldn’t last the forty-eight hours, and even if he did, they both had their mouths that they could put to good use. Draco had said fuck after all, leaving blowjobs and hand jobs very much on the table.
"Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?"
"Hmm, I’d much rather be spending my time with you."
"It’s your job Harry," Draco chided.
"Mm, and?" Harry countered with a raised eyebrow.
Draco just huffed, moving to get off of Harry. "You know that you should go back."
"There’s always tomorrow."
"And there’s still today. It’s hardly noon." Draco was up and pulling on a new pair of briefs and trousers.
Harry groaned and followed him off the bed, getting dressed himself. "You’re no fun."
Draco scoffed. "Harry! Honestly what has gotten into you?" He let out a chuckle of disbelief.
Harry rolled his eyes. His mind still seemed to be clouded by lust. He wanted to pull Draco to him and tell him he was what had gotten into him, but he had to restrain himself. He took a few deep breaths. Draco finished getting dressed and then turned to Harry.
"Where’s your shirt?"
"Downstairs." Harry smirked at him.
Draco laughed and pulled him into a firm embrace. "You’re a piece of work."
Harry groaned. "Do I have to go back? Can’t we spend the day together?" He pouted, with puppy dog eyes.
"Stop being so cute. I have to work too, you know." Harry deepened his pout. And Draco laughed, placing a kiss on his lips. "Go get dressed and get your arse back to work."
"Or what?"
"Or I make it seventy-two hours."
"You wouldn't."
"I would."
"Liar."
"I may be a conniving twat, but I’m no liar." Draco smirked.
Harry grunted. "Prat." He turned on his heel and stormed out of Draco’s bedroom before he could hear his response.
He made it to the living room and pulled on his shirt, then his auror cloak. "Harry! Harry wait, I’m sorry," Draco called, walking into the room.
Harry turned to him, his lips curled in a frown he couldn’t help. He didn’t want to go back to face Ron right then. He wanted to be with his boyfriend and he was kicking him out.
Draco pull him into a hug. "If you’re upset, you don’t have to go. You’re welcome to stay here while I’m working."
Harry looked down at his feet. "I was a hypocrite."
"What?" Draco asked, lifting Harry’s chin with his finger so he’d look at him.
"Ron. I yelled at him for resorting to violence and then went ahead and shoved him when he pissed me off."
Draco frowned and brushed the hair out of Harry’s face. "It’s alright Harry-"
"It’s not Draco. I stormed out of there like an arsehole. It was unprofessional."
Draco gripped Harry’s biceps, shaking him lightly. "Everyone has bad days Harry."
"I’m head of the auror department Draco. I’m supposed to train new aurors, and set an example. I’m in charge of most cases. The last thing I should be doing is storming out over a fight with my best mate." Harry broke free of Draco’s grasp and started pacing. "How can I face him? Knowing he’s never going to accept me?"
"Harry don’t say that. Weasley’s a prat, but he’s not a bad person. He’ll come around. He loves you Harry, you’re like a brother to him, anyone could see it." Draco stopped Harry’s pacing. "And I’ve heard from a lot of people that brothers fight all the time."
Harry sighed. "How did someone as mental as I am end up with a level headed diplomat?"
Draco smiled at him and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "Balance," he said with a breathy laugh.
Harry joined him before Draco pulled him into a hug, that Harry really needed. "Thank you Draco, I’m really grateful I have you."
Draco looked at him lovingly and bit his lip. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on Harry’s lips. "You’ll always have me Harry," he breathed against him, pressing his forehead against Harry’s.
Harry drew in a breath as he bit his lip. He felt his heart squeeze in his chest again. "And you, me," said Harry nervously. His heart started to beat faster as he stared into mysterious grey eyes.
Draco kissed him again, removing Harry’s worry and easing his qualms. "You should get going," though Draco made no movements to stray from the proximity of Harry’s lips.
"I should, shouldn’t I?" Harry retorted, his breath coming up short.
"Mhm," Draco hummed in a nod. You could cut the sexual tension between them with a knife. They had a special bond. One that Harry wasn’t familiar with. He hadn’t felt it with Ginny, nor Zion, and he deemed them both the only other serious relationships he’d had in the past. He had wondered if they've always had this bond. This connection, but had been too stubborn and arrogant to notice in their years of adolescence.
Harry cleared his throat, knowing they could far too quickly end up against the sofa, groping and kissing each other. He moved away from Draco. "Right, well. Will I see you later?"
Draco bit his lip. "Come back 'round for dinner?" He asked hopefully.
"Depends, what’s on the menu?" Harry asked, with a suggestively cocked eyebrow.
Draco scoffed. "Not me, that’s for damn sure."
Harry mock whined. "Oh, whatever shall I do?"
Draco laughed and kissed him, "Get going would you?"
Harry rolled his eyes and kissed him back, before he bid him farewell and apparated back to work.

When Harry got to the house, it seemed the other aurors had left. He cautiously scoped out the surrounding area and made his way inside. He didn’t hear anything and quickly got to work. He documented every change since the previous day and linked any similarities to when he was first there. He was quite dumbfounded. It was obvious there was something going on. People don’t go missing with their house destroyed, only for it to return to normal merely weeks after.
Of course it hadn’t made sense, why would it? Harry took time checking everything, overturning furniture and checking to see if the few objects left were dark in any way. He was sure his partners had already done the same, but he wanted to be thorough.
He made his way down to the basement. He hadn’t noticed earlier, but there was a light on, which obviously hadn’t be there the day for week before. He was checking around the furniture, and looking under everything.
"Potter."
Harry hit his head on the coffee table as he started. He jumped up, his wand ready to attack whoever just called his name.
"Woah, calm down."
Harry breathed out a sigh of relief. It was Nott. "I thought you guys had left," Harry said, quite breathlessly.
Nott chuckled. "Lunch break, we were a bit frustrated."
Harry snickered and continued browsing through the basement.
"So where did you run off to?"
"Went for a walk. I needed to get some fresh air."
"Ah, the fresh air give you that?" He said, pointing to the freshly made love bite on Harry’s neck.
Harry’s hand immediately came up to cover his neck and his face flushed red. He cast a concealment charm over the area. "Don’t tell Ron. Please."
Nott gave a small laugh. "I won’t, your secret’s safe with me."
Harry blushed further and he gave him an appreciatory nod. "Thanks."
"So the sex is good then?" He smirked.
Harry choked on a laugh. "Spectacular," said Harry with a salacious grin.
Nott chortled. "I wouldn’t expect anything less. Draco’s a very structured man, although I’m sure he’s quite the wild one in bed." Harry blushed and Nott laughed harder. "Guess I’m right on the nose?"
"Nott!" Harry said with an embarrassed chuckle.
"Loosen up Harry, it’s just sex."
Harry was beat red now. "Yeah, well Ron would be less than appreciative to hear about it," his tone became a bit somber.
Nott’s expression changed. "Look, I know Ron’s being an arse, but he was real bent out of shape when you left today. He has been all week."
"He’s the one who won’t budge. I get he’s angry, but it’s childish. And quite frankly, I’m mad at him too."
"You lot will make up. And it better be soon. I love the free entertainment, but it’s hard when I have to intervene," he joked, trying to cheer Harry up.
Harry chuckled lightly. "Well, we’ve got bigger matters than that for now. Like what the bloody hell happened here."
Nott agreed. "We haven’t really found anything since you left, just marked down a shit ton of stuff."
Harry nodded. He began looking around again. He gravitated towards the corner where the found the goop. There wasn’t anything on the walls, and there was a potted plant situated on the floor. Harry picked it up and moved it around. A key fell out of it.
He grabbed it and started looking for somewhere to use it. He pressed against the wall and against any wooden furniture to see if he could find some sort of button or indent. He made his way upstairs, doing the same.
"Harry! You’re back!" John beamed at him.
"John. I’m sorry for barging out earlier." He gave him a sheepish look.
"It’s alright, Ron’s upstairs by the way."
Harry nodded. "I found this key, have you guys found anything?"
John reached towards Harry’s extended hand, taking the key from him. "Where did you find it?"
"The basement. In a plant."
"We should probably cheek every plant then."
Harry agreed and he took the key back, continuing his search on the ground floor for something it could open. He found a few key holes, but none that belonged to the suspicious black key he found. He was in the kitchen, checking under the sink and in the now, dish-filled cabinets. He grunted and turned on his heels to leave before he saw Ron in the doorframe, looking at him with a blank expression on his face.
"Ron." Ron just nodded his head and left. Harry felt his stomach sink. He hated this. He went after him. "Ron wait." Ron stopped in the hallway, not turning around. "Can we please talk?"
He heard Ron sigh. "Maybe later," he voice was low and he spoke without facing Harry and he continued down the hall.
Harry took a deep breath. He supposed it was better than moving backwards, at least they weren’t arguing at the moment. Harry turned the corner and went upstairs, still on his search for something that the key would open.
While he searched the bedrooms and the bathrooms he grew increasingly more frustrated. He almost gave up and went downstairs when he moved suddenly and kicked something across the floor.
It rolled under the bed and Harry got down to retrieve it. It was a small black knob. It looked as though it was part of a door handle. It matched the color of the key, and if it really were part of a door handle, he supposed that this was what the key opened.
Harry cast a spell to see if there was anything under the disillusionment charm. It seemed nothing was and Harry did another thorough sweep before he called it quits and went to let everyone downstairs know.
They collectively searched the rest of the house, checking to see if anything was hidden, but alas, they found nothing as always and called it quits a few hours later.
…
Harry got back to his office. He was slumped. He quickly gathered together all of the evidence they found and used his wand to draw out any connections. He marked places in the house he thought were suspicious and where he found certain things, marking the basement red as that’s where he found the goop and the key. He was starting to get excited. This was more evidence than they had last time. His first thought was immediately to seek out Hermione. His brain was too jumbled and he needed to make sense of a lot of things. He also wanted advice to get over his fight with Ron.
He made his way down the hall to her corridor and knocked on the door before opening it impatiently. He stepped in and stopped short. Ron was busy snogging her. They quickly pulled apart in a jump and Hermione blushed whereas Ron rolled his eyes.
"Oh. I’m sorry I’ll come back." He felt horribly embarrassed, and that was the last thing he should’ve felt seeing his best friends kiss. He moved to shut the door and walked away.
"Harry wait!" He heard Hermione, but ignored her, quickly going to his office to gather his things and go to Draco’s, as the work day was just about over.
He felt his stomach twist as he went through the floo, trying to put the worse events of the day out of his mind.

*Knock knock*
"Come in," Harry answered, not bothering to look up from what he was doing at his desk.
"You busy?"
Harry looked up through his glasses to see his boyfriend, dressed in a suede black cloak and a gray flat cloth hat with a light flannel pattern. He couldn’t forget the dashing smile that came along with it.
"Draco?" Harry beamed up at him, getting out of his chair and walking over to him.
Draco shut the door behind him and laughed, letting Harry kiss him in greeting.
"What are you doing here?" He asked with a smile.
He smirked at Harry. "I can’t visit my boyfriend?"
Harry kissed him again, "I didn’t say that."
Draco pulled away and looked Harry up and down. He was wearing grey trousers and brown brogues, along with a light pink button up and grey stripped tie. "Why, you clean up nice. How come I never see this side of you?" Draco said with an alluring smile as he looped his arm around Harry’s waist.
"That’s because you vanish my clothes instead of undress me," he said biting his lip before he pressed a kiss to Draco’s.
Draco deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue in and tasting Harry. "Mm, I’ve never been one for hors d’oeuvres. I prefer the main course." He kissed him fully, making Harry hum in pleasure.
Draco started to nibble on Harry’s bottom lip and he let out a gasp. It was quickly swallowed by Draco’s mouth, though, as he kissed him with an intense zeal that had Harry’s blood rushing south. He gripped Draco’s waist and chin and pulled him closer to him.
Draco groaned softly and Harry couldn’t help but smile against his lips. "Did you come here to seduce me?" He asked the question as a breath against his lover’s skin.
"That depends, is it working?" Draco retorted, pulling Harry close to him by the hips. Harry let out an accidental moan as his hardening erection pressed against Draco’s front and Draco grinned. "I’ll take that as a yes."
Draco pulled him into a kiss again, backing Harry up until he felt his desk under the curve of his arse. Harry moaned again and moved his hand to the back of his neck, bringing Draco’s face closer to Harry’s and kissing him more deeply. "Take this off.." Harry breathed, tapping Draco’s shoulder signaling for him to start undoing his cloak.
Draco chuckled and unclasped his cloak, letting it fall to the floor, and then his mouth was over Harry’s again in a frenzied need. Harry gripped the edge of his desk with one hand and buried his other in the fabric of Draco’s shirt, bringing him impossibly closer.
Both men’s breaths became laboured as they snogged viciously, devouring each other without remorse. Harry felt his erection straining against his trousers, and he wanted nothing more than to feel Draco’s hand over it.
Harry pulled away breathless. "This is two days in a row, I’ll be having sex instead of working.."
Draco smirked at him. "Who said we were having sex?"
Harry raised a confused eyebrow at him. "What-"
"It’s barely been over 24 hours Potter, you’ve got at least 20 to go," he teased with a vicious smile. "Come on, I’ve brought lunch." Draco motioned to a bag of takeaway he left by the door that Harry hadn’t noticed. "It’s Thai."
"Thai?" Harry asked, still panting from the sexual attack, and now lack-thereof.
"Muggle cuisine. You’ll enjoy it." He took an unwilling Harry by the wrist and sat him down in one of his armchairs before handing him a container of food. Draco took residence in the chair adjacent him, with his own container.
They ate together and Harry very much enjoyed his presence. He had never had a loved one visit him at work to eat, or snog, or anything really. They chatted and had a great lunch, especially after Harry’s erection reluctantly went away.
When they were done, Harry moved to straddle Draco. He gave him an erotic kiss. "Thank you for the food," he kissed him sensually again. "And the company." Harry gave Draco a wicked smile and Draco smirked at him, pulling him down into another fierce kiss that had an unbreakable passion.
Before long Harry was moaning and grinding over Draco’s hard-on and his counterpart was desperately trying not to give in to Harry’s ministrations.
"H-Harry.." He moaned out, gripping Harry’s hips tightly and trying to stop his amazing rubbing.
Harry just groaned and kissed him harder. Draco brought his hand up and tugged on Harry’s tie, trying to loosen it.
"This blasted tie."
Harry chuckled against him and ran his hands up and down Draco’s chest. Draco gave up on the tie and ran his hands up Harry’s thighs making Harry hiss in pleasure. "Fuck baby," he breathed and latched his lips onto Draco’s immediately after, as if he was his oxygen.
They heard a quick rapping on the door. "Harry!"
Harry jumped off of Draco. "It’s Kingsley!"
"Who?" Draco whispered, scrambling up and reaching for his cloak.
"My boss." Harry straightened his tie and realization that the minister of magic was outside the door dawned over Draco’s face. "Just a moment!" He said nonchalantly, and loud enough Kingsley would hear. He adjusted himself so that he didn’t look like he was fooling around with his boyfriend on the job, but he was sure his extra unruly hair and swollen lips would give it away. "Just sit down and act natural," he said quietly.
Draco nodded and Harry quickly went to fix his uncharacteristically-messy blond hair, before putting his hat on his head to complete the look. Harry moved to lean against his desk. "Come in!"
Kingsley made his way in, looking very excited. "Harry my boy! How are you?"
Harry chuckled. "Good, how are you Kingsley?"
Kingsley laughed back, "Good, good. I bring good news. I- Mr. Malfoy?" He said confused, turning to look at the other man in the room after a double take.
"Minister Shacklebot! Lovely to see you!" Draco quickly moved to get up.
"Kingsley, this is my boyfriend, Draco." Harry said, as he put his hand on Kingsley’s shoulder, motioning his arm toward Draco.
Kingsley turned to Harry with a shocked, but very happy expression on his face. "Boyfriend? My you must be getting busy." He turned back to Draco and shook his hand. "Good to see you, I hope all is well. Is your father staying out of trouble?"
Draco blushed. "Erm, I haven’t spoken to him in a little bit."
Kingsley nodded and didn’t press. "Well, anyway. I have some, er, private news I have to share with Harry. Would you give us a moment?"
"Of course. Actually, I should get going myself." His eyes quickly shifted to Harry who looked disappointed. "I um, have to get back to work. Thanks for eating with me Harry." He grabbed the empty bag of food and walked over to give Harry a light kiss on the check, opting to look professional in front of Harry’s boss. Then he turned to shake Kingsley’s hand one more time. "Bye now!"
Draco made his way out and Harry felt a little upset, but understood it was probably best. He would see him later anyway. Kingsley turned to face him.
"So? You and Mr. Malfoy? I never would’ve guessed." He smirked at Harry and Harry turned a deep red. "I’m happy for you, I knew you seemed different lately. In a good way."
Harry just smiled and nodded. "What’s the good news?"
What Kingsley told him resulted in Harry’s jaw dropping and his heart beating faster. How he was supposed to concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day was beyond him.

"Harry." A small knock accompanied his name.
Harry looked up.
"Hermione." He responded.
"Can we talk?" Harry motioned her to sit in one of the arm chairs. She closed Harry’s door, which had been previously open, and took a seat. She looked up at him apologetically, "I’m sorry I couldn’t talk yesterday."
He waved her off. "Don’t worry about it, it’s alright," said Harry with a smile.
"You and Ron need to make up," she said, crossing her legs and sitting up straighter.
Harry breathed out a laugh. "Why do you say that?"
"Because he’s been moody. He hates getting into rows with you."
"I tried talking to him."
"You know how he is Harry-"
"Yeah, I do and I’m sick of it. It’s wrong of him not to accept Draco." When Hermione didn’t answer at first, Harry sighed.
"I was thinking.." She started. "Maybe the four of us could meet tomorrow at that muggle cafe you like? Maybe have some tea and chat a bit?" She looked up at him through her eyelashes, hopefully.
Harry straightened. "I’d like that. Did you ask Ron already?"
"Well no, but-"
"Hermione’s he’s not going to agree. Not unless you lie and I don’t want that."
"Harry I’ll get him to go. He loves you."
Harry sighed again. "Yeah, but he doesn’t like Draco. I swear he’s different now."
"Let us see for ourselves Harry. Tomorrow. Please?"
Harry conceded, not seeing any reason to disagree. "Alright, owl me the time."
"Yay! Thank you Harry!" Harry laughed. "We’ll see you guys tomorrow." She stood up to leave.
Harry thought for a moment. "Um, Hermione. Could I ask you something?" She stopped in her tracks and turned to face him. "Do you know anything about the dark mark?"
"What?" Her eyes widened significantly.
"Draco’s disappeared after Voldemort fell, it left a bruise under the skin. Although, if I put pressure on it.. it hurts him, but not if someone else does."
"I've never heard of that before," she said, furrowing her brow in thought.
"Me neither. But it’s dangerous. I think I could kill him accidentally if I did it too hard." Hermione let out a gasp. "Do you think you could look into it for me? I haven’t been able to find anything."
"Of course Harry."
"Thank you," he breathed a sigh of relief.
"That sounds rather scary. Has anything else happened?"
Harry shook his head. "No, not that I can think of."
"What’s the worst it’s been?" She asked, genuine concern painting her expression.
"It’s only happened twice. The first time it only hurt badly for a moment, but last time, he was on the floor in pain. I had to use the spell Snape created to try and heal him. I was actually really nervous."
"Harry you’ve got to tell someone."
"I have. You."
"Harry," she said exasperated. "I mean someone who would actually know what to do, like his father maybe?"
Harry’s face hardened. "No." He spoke firmly.
She looked taken aback. "Harry-"
"I’m not speaking to him." Harry felt his face flush with anger as he remembered the man who not only caused him hell since he was a little boy, but his boyfriend too.
"Harry you mustn’t say that, he’s Malfoy’s father."
"And? He’s an abusive prick, he’d probably find a way to use it against Draco, instead of help him," Harry finished, not willing to press the subject any further.
Hermione seemed to sense this and backed off. "I’ll look into it, but we may need to go to someone else for help."
Harry just nodded, now significantly lost in thought. "I’ll see you tomorrow," he said quickly, but realized he was being a bit short. "Um, thank you, for being willing to help."
"Of course. I’ll see you Harry." With that she turned and left, and Harry was left thinking about Lucius and how he would very much love to punch the living daylights out of him.

"Harry!"
"What?" He asked irritated and rounded on Draco. Draco laughed and shoved a strawberry in his mouth. Harry swayed backwards in surprise.
"Come on, we’ve got to get going. Can’t be later than Weaslebee." He winked and popped his own strawberry into his mouth, barely being able to chew because he was smiling so hard.
Harry scoffed and hit him with the hand towel that was on the counter.
"Oi!" Draco grabbed the towel and yanked it out of Harry’s hand. Then he assumed a fencing position and yelled. "En garde!" Effectively charging at Harry and wiping the towel around.
Harry couldn’t help but laugh as he fought off his boyfriend’s fencing attempt. Draco quickly snaked around him and hands gripped Harry under the arms, lifting him up and onto the counter.
"Draco!"
Draco started tickling Harry and usually Harry was not effected by such a casualty, but he was caught by surprise and was indeed squirming under the blond’s ministrations, laughing furiously and screaming for him to stop.
Harry tried to tickle him back but his endeavours were unsuccessful. Harry’s sides were too busy being ravished for him to fight back sufficiently. "Draco please!"
Draco laughed evilly and kept going. Harry was kicking now, and Draco was sure to catch a foot to the groin if he didn’t stop. Harry broke into hysterics then, falling back onto the counter trying to escape his boyfriend’s traitorous hands.
"Draco!" Harry pleaded and Draco pulled him down off the counter, securing his hand around Harry’s throat so he had nowhere to look but at his lover. Harry was panting. How Draco moved so quickly was beyond him.
The longer Draco stared into Harry’s eyes, the deeper Harry’s desire to kiss him grew.
"Draco," breathed Harry, leaning forward to close the distance between them, despite Draco’s hand. Draco had successfully made Harry wait over forty hours now, not doing anything more than groping or rutting through their clothes and Harry was going insane.
Draco smirked at him, pulling out of reach. "We’ve got to go love."
Harry groaned, fighting against his grip. He wanted those lips. Those soft, supple lips that were just begging to be devoured by Harry’s hungry mouth. Draco chuckled and moved away, but Harry grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to him.
Their faces were millimeters apart now and Harry pressed his lips to the blond’s, moaning as he felt them touch his. Draco tried to pull away, but Harry tangled his hand into Draco’s slightly undone white button-up. He looked like pure sex, with his chest poking out, teasing Harry, with his hair not styled and draped perfectly over his forehead.
"You’re a bloody tease," Harry breathed into the other’s lips. "Dressing like that, shoving strawberries into my mouth.. you know what you’re doing."
Draco swallowed, staring back at Harry. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."
Harry spun them around so Draco was pressed against the counter. "Oh, you don’t?" Harry smirked as he started undoing some of Draco’s buttons.
Draco was watching Harry’s hands, "N-No.."
"You sure about that?"
Draco was breathing heavily now. Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco’s neck. Draco gasped out. He kissed Draco’s pulse point, then up to his ear, licking the shell and sucking on the lobe.
Draco gripped the counter tightly behind him. "H-Harry," he panted. Harry smiled against his neck and then sucked. Draco moaned. "Harry please!"
Harry gripped his hips tightly and kissed Draco’s jaw, all the way up, just to stop over his lips. "Please what?" He asked, his voice deep and sultry. Draco licked his lips, his glaze flicking between Harry’s eyes and mouth. He leaned forward to kiss Harry. Harry pulled away. "Come on, we’ve got to go."
Draco gaped at him. Harry started to do the buttons up on his shirt, he felt Draco’s chest rising and falling, and felt his stare on his skin. He looked up at him. Draco’s eyes were so full of lust Harry almost fell over.
He smiled at him. "What?"
"You know what," breathed Draco.
"Do I?" Harry smirked. Draco groaned and tried to kiss Harry, but Harry pulled away. "You said it yourself, we need to go."
Draco grumbled under his breath and the pair moved to leave.
…
They were there first. Harry hadn’t expected that Ron would be in any rush. He found them a table with four chairs, and pulled out Draco’s seat for him. Draco took it with a smile and Harry sat down next to him.
For a bit they were lost in their own little world, talking and laughing together. Harry almost forgot that they were meant to be meeting his best friends, he was far too distracted by Draco’s gorgeous smile.
Harry ordered a cup of coffee and Draco ordered tea, along with a pastry Harry had never tried. Harry went to pick a piece off and was successful, but Draco quickly slapped his hand away scowling.
That made him laugh as he slipped the stolen morsel into his mouth and he couldn’t help but notice Draco tried to hide his smile.
"Harry! Malfoy!" The two men looked up to see a smiling, bushy-haired woman looking down at them. She took a seat across from Draco. "How are you?"
"I’m good. You look well." Draco smiled at her.
"Where’s Ron?" Harry asked, confused.
"He’s coming. He couldn’t figure out what to wear."
Harry raised an eyebrow. Outfit choices hardly seemed a matter of thought in Ron’s case, but he shrugged it off.
"So," Hermione started. "You guys started dating a few weeks ago?" Draco nodded. "But, you’ve been seeing each other for longer?"
"Almost two months I think now?" Draco asked looking at Harry.
"Around then, yeah," said Harry with a smile. "It flew by."
Draco blushed and returned to his tea, taking a small sip. Harry made eye contact with Hermione, silently communicating that he appreciated her being here. She smiled and then turned her attention back to Draco.
"So Harry’s told me you work with potions?"
Draco cleared his throat. "Yes, I work for a company that buys, makes, and sells potions. I also have private clients that come to me for business."
"That’s actually really great. Do you guys create any?"
"Oh yes, a fair few. We’ve been working to create more healing potions, as well as improve ones that are already made." Draco smiled to himself, which Harry noticed he always did when he talked about potions. It was clear he really loved what he did and Harry loved seeing the joy on his face when he talked about it.
"Thank you, by the way, for the contraception potion."
Draco chuckled and looked at Harry. "So, she was the friend you intended it for?"
Harry laughed, "Yes."
"He told you what to do I assume?" Draco asked Hermione with a raised eyebrow.
Hermione smiled. "Yes, he did. Although I wanted to ask if it needed to be taken straight, or if I could put it in tea."
"You want to take the red-head by surprise?" asked Draco, knowingly. Hermione blushed and Harry couldn’t help but laugh. "Yes, you can put it in tea, just make sure you each have half," Draco finished, with a lighthearted tone.
"Thanks," said Hermione.
At that moment Ron walked in, and the little bell went off as he opened the door, bringing their attention to him. Harry watched Ron swallow as he looked at them. He almost looked as though he was debating on retreating. He seemed to decide against it and made his way to sit across from Harry.
"Ron, there you are," Hermione gave him a nervous smile, maybe worried he might react badly.
"Sorry, dad flooed in." He cleared his throat. He gave a nod of his head towards Harry, and then turned to do the same to Draco. "Malfoy."
"Weasley," Draco mimicked his tone of voice, but did not nod towards him.
An awkward silence fell over them. Hermione was about to speak when the waitress saved them, asking if there was anything she could get for Ron and Hermione. They both ordered tea and bagel, and then the waitress left them to their awkwardness.
"I, um.. I’m sorry for punching you." Ron said quietly, looking at Draco.
Draco blinked, looking thoroughly taken aback. "Oh. It’s.. water under the bridge," he spoke cautiously, as if maybe it was a trick. Ron nodded back at him as he pressed his lips together.
Harry was quite shocked too. That was the last thing he had been expecting. He felt hope bubble in his stomach and appreciated that Ron was making an effort.
"So the house Ron and I are investigating is playing tricks on us." Hermione and Draco’s interests were piqued. Of course Hermione knew, but she was always good about being reactive. "We haven’t been able to find anything of value yet, though."
Harry continued to tell them about the house, with Ron chiming in a few times. Hermione was able to get them all laughing with a few small jokes. Harry had to admit he was happy that Ron and Draco were on their best behaviour. It may have been incredibly awkward, but at least Ron wasn’t being an arse, and that was all he could asked for.
The rest of their encounter passed without much incident. Harry noticed that Ron would avoid looking at Draco, unless it be sideways. He felt it was progress. Much needed progress, and that was better than nothing.
He gripped Draco's thigh under the table and squeezed. When Draco turned to him he gave him a smile, and Harry knew that everything was going to be alright.

I hope this wasn't too much of an abrupt ending. A bit of a fluffy chapter I know, I'm sorry. I hope you liked the smut! I got sick earlier this week and my fever made me not even want to look at a screen, so I'm sorry this is a bit late. Anyway I'm still sick and staying home, so I've been writing a lot. Although I'm falling asleep as I proof-read this so I hope there are no mistakes, if there are I'll go back and fix them.
We haven't made it to any twists yet, BUT our favourite duo is getting quite cozy. I love them so much ah!

Smile317: I hope you liked this one! Hopefully things between Ron and Harry will work itself out now. The L word might be coming up soon, but no spoilers!! Though we heard mention of Lucius in this chapter, we might have to deal with a different Malfoy next time. :/
Nari-Chan: I'm glad you liked it! :) Yes, Hermione's not pregnant, but Ron always comes around. That's the thing about Harry and Ron's friendship that I love so much. They'll always be there, no matter how mad the other gets. I have a second fic in the making where I kind of need Ron and Hermione together for my plot to work. As for this one I also planned for them to be together. In fact, in this fic (aside from Ron's childish violence) I was trying to convey Hermione as the immature one. The one who was too focused on work to notice Ron wanted to build a family with her and work towards something together. Although I like the idea of Hermione with someone else too so we shall see, if not in this fic, in a future one.
BooBack: Yeah! Hermione would've liked a child, but since she hadn't planned for it, all hell would've broken loose. And yes, he was definitely a prick, but I love Ron, he's a good friend and no matter what, he'll be there for Harry. And they got their alone time today, so it's okay! ;)

Let me know if you want more or less smut, and again if these are too long, or if you have any other sort of advices or critcisms. I've noticed when I write smut I don't do it in paragraph form, I don't know if I 'over-describe' by using their names and explaining what they do explicitily like "Draco moaned" rather than "Moans escaped him blah blah blah paragraph of pleasure." You know? Does that make sense? Maybe not, so disregard this if it didn't.
Although while I have your attention, for my next story do we want Draco to be a top or a bottom? He's a 'both' for this although we haven't seen any of the former yet ;) wink wink ;) I do want to know your thoughts though, although I have a few ideas. Thanks!
Anyway, I'll see y'all in the next chapter! Bye for now =)
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