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Harry Potter, Porn Star	By : ReverieWilde Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21811 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Both couples, who had been alone in the house, had taken a small post coital nap and were now waking to sounds of movement downstairs.

“You awake?” Harry whispered to Draco.

“They’re making enough noise down there,” he grumbled back. Draco was not looking forward to going down there. “I suppose we ought to get dressed and get this over with,” he sighed.

“If you really want to impress them, you should go as you are.”

“And scare all the women with my humungous dick? The men will be so envious, they’ll instantly hate me for it.” Draco frowned. “Oh that’s right, they already do.”

“Draco, I’m sure you wouldn’t have been invited if that were true. At least they’re making an effort.”

“You do realize that we’re all doing it for you. Only you.”

Harry put a hand on Draco’s shoulder. “I’m hoping that changes.”

About ten minutes later came a knock on their door.

“Oi, Harry, we’re going downstairs. You coming?”

Harry opened the door to find Ron standing there looking relaxed and happy. Not at all the nervous picture Hermione painted. Until Malfoy came into view. His smile dropped subconsciously, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Harry.

“Are you sure this isn’t going to be a problem, Ron?”

“No, mate.” Ron’s smile returned. “It’s just going to take some getting used to.”

Harry nodded. “We’re ready.”

The two couples began walking down the long winding staircase.

Draco tapped Harry on the shoulder. “I’ll be right down. I forgot my watch.” He turned and went back to the room.

“Harry Potter!” Molly Weasley squealed as he walked into the kitchen. She hugged him tightly before releasing him and stepping back. “Let me look at you,” she smiled. “You’re a man now, you are. And you look well.”

“Thank you Molly.”

“Oi, Harry,” George waved, then walked to shake Harry’s hand. “Do you remember Angelina?”

Harry shook her hand as well. “How could I forget? Wicked Quidditch player.”

“Bill, Fleur and Ginny should be here any minute,” Molly informed the rest of them.

Charlie clapped Harry on the back. “I haven’t seen you in ages, Harry.”

“No one has, really,” Ron said. “‘cept me and Mione.”

“I hear you’re living strictly a Muggle life,” Arthur said with interest. Unlike the other men, he gave Harry a hug, as he would have his own sons. “You’ll have to tell me about it when there’s time.”

“Well, it’s not strictly Muggle,” Harry told him. “We use magic occasionally. But it is a very different life.”

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Percy asked no one in particular. Up ‘til then, he had been quietly observing.

Everyone turned to see Draco silently step into the kitchen.

Harry shot Ron a look.

“Sorry, mate. You’re on your own,” Ron shrugged.

It was then Harry realized that Ron and Hermione hadn’t specified to the Weasleys who was accompanying him. He supposed it was his news to tell. Harry just wasn’t prepared at that very moment.

“Um,” Harry tried to find words.

“You can put away your wands,” Draco said as he wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist from behind and rested his chin on Harry’s shoulder. “I’ve been invited,” he smirked.

“This is who you brought?” Molly asked, disbelieving.

“Yes. Draco . . . um, is my . . . uh, boyfriend,” Harry said quietly as mouths dropped open and wands slowly lowered.

Draco removed himself from Harry, a bit disappointed at Harry’s seeming embarrassment.

“I’ll leave, so you can talk about me freely.” Without waiting for a response, Draco walked back up the staircase to the room he shared with Harry. His suspicions that he was neither expected, nor welcome, confirmed.

Clearly, everyone was waiting for an explanation. The kitchen remained motionless until Harry spoke.

“A lot has happened in the past two years. I was lost. In every possible way. Ron can tell you. But I pulled myself together. I ran into Draco about a month and a half ago, in similar circumstances. Actually, he was doing much better than I. He’s changed. So have I. I’m not going to ask you to forgive him, or like him. But I am asking you to trust me. I’m happy. We’re happy.”

When no one said anything, Harry continued. “If you really can’t get past it, I’m certain Draco would be a gentleman and leave. But if he goes, I go.”

Finally, George broke the Weasley’s silence. “Did you know that Harry’s bent, Percy?”

“How the bloody hell should I know? It’s not a club membership, you know.” Percy left the kitchen in a huff.

“Touchy,” George chuckled.

“Of course you’re staying,” Molly put her hands on Harry’s shoulders and looked him in the eye. “Both of you.”

“But, Mum, his father is the one who---” Charlie started to protest.

“I know. His father may have been a ruthless son of a bitch, but we’ll trust you, Harry,” said Molly. “You won’t blame us if we’re a bit skeptical, though.”

“I understand,” Harry nodded.

“Harry!” Ginny ran into the kitchen and found him immediately. “So good to see you.”

“You too, Gin.” Harry gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“You weren’t doing so well the last time I saw you,” Ginny said. “You look wonderful now, though.”

“Maybe it has to do with his new love interest,” George grinned and nudged Ginny.

“You have a new boyfriend?” she asked.

“Wait, you’ve known that Harry’s, you know . . .” Charlie trailed off.

“Gay? Yes, Charlie. Why do you think we broke up?”

“But wait ‘til you see who it is,” George couldn’t resist. “I’ll give you a hint. His first name begins with Draco and his last name begins with Malfoy.”

Ginny’s face took on a similar expression to that of everyone else earlier. Harry glared at George, but truthfully, he was glad not to be the one to tell her.

“You left me for Malfoy?”

“No, I didn’t. Can we not have this conversation in front of everyone else?” Harry pleaded.

“Are we interrupting?” Bill asked as he and Fleur entered the already crowded kitchen.

“We’ll fill you in, in a minute,” Charlie whispered.

Harry took Ginny by the hand and led her to the living room. He pulled her down to sit on the couch with him.

“How could you?” she asked, making a disgusted face. “After everything he’s done. The way he treated you. The way he treated all of us. And you have the nerve to bring him into our home?”

“Ginny, please, I would never do anything to hurt any of you. And if I thought he would, I wouldn’t have brought him.” He was getting tired of the same old speech, but he was about to deliver it again. “Draco isn’t the same person he was in school. Even then, he wasn’t exactly who we thought he was. It doesn’t excuse anything he did, but he has changed. Give him a chance to prove it.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“About a month. It’s a long story, which I’d love to tell you sometime. But right now, I’d better check on him. He seemed upset by the cold reception. I was under the impression that Ron told you all he was coming ahead of time.”

Ginny snickered. “You didn’t really think Ron would take the heat for this, did you?”

“I guess not,” Harry laughed.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Ginny said.

“Ron?” Harry asked, being deliberately obtuse.

She put her hands on her hips and sighed heavily. “I’ll make an effort. For you.”

“You’re the best, Gin.” He hugged her and kissed her cheek again before going upstairs to check on Draco, not knowing Hermione had beaten him to it.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

Hermione knocked on Harry and Draco’s door softly.

“May I come in?”

“Why ask now,” Draco muttered to himself. He got up from the bed and opened the door, not enough to let her come in, though.

“Yes?” He tried to put on a cheerful expression, but it came off as insincere as he felt.

“Are you all right?” Hermione asked.

“Are you asking earnestly, or are you simply being polite? Because, Harry isn’t here to see . . .”

“It was a bit of an ambush down there,” she offered. “You left before Harry got his bearings. He defended you.”

“Why are you telling me this, Granger?”

“Because I don’t want you to be mad at Harry.”

He laughed humorlessly. “But wouldn’t that make everyone happy? For me to get angry with Harry and leave.”

“It wouldn’t make Harry happy. May I come in and talk?” Hermione took a small step forward. “Please?”

Draco relented and opened the door wider for her. She was about to sit down on the bed, when an image of Draco and Harry on the bed popped into her head. She opted for the desk chair.

“Look, Granger, I ---”

“Can’t you call me Hermione? I won’t be Granger after tomorrow anyway.”

“And I suppose I can’t call both of you Weasley. She-Weasle’s taken as well.” He let a smile slip and she knew he was teasing her.

“Hermione,” he said with emphasis, rolling his eyes. “I know how Harry feels about me. And frankly, I don’t care what any of those people think of me. I don’t expect any of them to change their opinion of me in a weekend. I promised to be on my best behavior and I intend to honour that. If your wedding gets ruined, it won’t be by my hand.”

“I believe you. And I believe you have changed for the better. I want us to be friends, for Harry’s sake. For all of our sake. I don’t want Harry to get hurt.”

Draco nodded. “Ever the optimist, eh, Gr--Hermione?” he laughed. “That may take some getting used to.” He paused, considering how much information he wanted to give away, but he also felt a strange need to reassure her. “If anything, Harry’s more likely to break my heart. I’ve been in love with him for a lot longer than you might think. At first, I was sort of an anchor for him, something familiar in a sea of uncertainty. The more he pulls himself together, the less he’s going to need me. One day, he just may decide he doesn’t need me at all.”

Hermione nodded. “Well, he seems to be quite smitten now. Maybe you should concentrate on that.”

She was about to get up when Draco asked her a question she wasn’t expecting. He didn’t like feeling vulnerable. And he did, very much so, after telling her his fears. He needed to level the playing field.

“Did you enjoy the show?” He didn’t look at her, but picked at bits of fuzz on his shirt.

“Sorry?” she asked.

He looked her directly in the eye. “You heard me.”

Hermione’s face paled a bit and she looked away from his intense stare.

“Not that I mind, really,” his voice was casual and friendly, not what she expected. “I’m a bit of an exhibitionist.”

Her mouth gaped for a moment before she found her voice.

“I’m so sorry. It was an accident. I didn’t intend to be a voyeur,” Hermione lowered her head in shame. “Does Harry know?”

Draco paused long enough to make Hermione uneasy, but not long enough to torture her. She was too easy to play. Draco thought if they actually did become friends, he would have a great deal of fun teasing her.

“No. I won’t tell him.” The corner of his mouth curled into a devilish grin. “But you didn’t answer my question. Did you enjoy it?”

Hermione blushed furiously and stammered, “Uh, I . . . um, it was . . . I’ve never, um . . . “

“Let me put you out of your misery. You don’t have to answer that,” he grinned. Yes, he was going to have loads of fun teasing her.

She composed herself and again started to leave. She turned to him before she did.

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

“At this point Granger, I don’t think there are many secrets between us.” He cringed when he realized he called her Granger again.

“Actually, I have two questions,” she said, trying not to think about what she had seen earlier. Hesitating, she said, “Perhaps I should just mind my own business from now on.”

“Well now my curiosity is piqued. You have to ask. I’m an open book, right now. I may not always be so. I’ll answer as honestly as I can.”

Hermione swallowed. “I was curious as to why you wore . . . a condom.” Hermione got the question out, but couldn’t look Draco’s way. She could feel herself blushing again.

Draco laughed, finding her question amusing. Of all the things he thought she would be curious about, that one didn’t cross his mind.

“Unlike many homosexuals, I don’t lick arses. Some might call me a germaphobe,” Draco shrugged. He gauged her lack of response as a sign to further explain. “I find it distasteful, in any sense of the word, to put my mouth on a bare dick that was all the way up my arse. Even Harry’s. Using a condom for that part provides protection against, um, shall we call it, contamination. I’d rather get a bit of latex taste in my mouth. And I suppose my habits have rubbed off on Harry.”

“Oh,” Hermione said, still blushing. “That makes sense.” She, too, found the thought of fellatio on a not-quite-clean cock, distasteful.

“We don’t always use them,” Draco continued. “But there is no oral contact on those occasions.”

She walked toward the door, mortified for having asked the question, on top of spying on their love making, and flustered for getting such an intimate peek into their lives. She cursed herself for her insatiable curiosity.

“Wait, you said you had a couple of questions. What was the other one?” He hoped it was equally embarrassing to her.

She turned, a more serious expression on her face. “If you’re so in love with Harry, why do you still call him Potter sometimes?”

Draco blinked. That wasn’t a question he anticipated, and he was temporarily at a loss for words. That question was far more personal to him than the other.

He thought carefully before replying. “I call him Potter because no one else really does. It may be difficult for you to understand that it doesn’t have the same connotations it once did. But, in a way, it’s always been my pet name for him. I call him Potter when we . . . are intimate, because everyone at the studio calls him Harry.”

“Studio? What studio?”

“Fuck,” he said whispered to himself. “You’ll have to ask him about that,” Draco stood. “I’ve said too much.” Suddenly, Draco felt as if the tables had been turned and now he was the one flustered.

The door opened and Harry walked in, appearing a bit confused.

“What’s going on?”

“Uuhh,” Draco was tongue tied.

“We were bonding,” Hermione filled in. “I came up to see how he was doing after the run-in downstairs.”

“I’m sorry about that. It caught me off guard. But it’s all right now. We should go back down, supper’s nearly ready,” Harry told both of them.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at Harry. “I think we need to have a long talk. Something tells me you’ve left out some details of your new life.”

Harry glanced at Draco and frowned.

“I may have let something slip,” Draco confessed.

Harry sighed. “It’ll all come out eventually anyway. We’ll talk later.”

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

Sitting at the magically enlarged buffet to accommodate the whole family, and guests, Arthur headed the table with Harry to his left and Molly to his right. Draco, of course, sat next to Harry, followed by Hermione, who voluntarily placed herself there.

The rest of the brood filled in the empty chairs and began passing two large plates of chicken. Those who sat nearest the vegetables and potatoes dished out as plates were passed to them. The Weasleys were nothing if not efficient when it came to supper time.

Harry observed that Percy was staring at Draco in a most unfriendly manner, but Draco didn’t seem to notice. Arthur questioned both Harry and Draco about their mostly Muggle lives.

“We still apparate when possible, but the Tube is sometimes an enjoyable way to travel,” Draco told him. “And we walk a lot.”

“Tube?” Fleur questioned.

“Underground rail system,” Draco clarified.

“I’ve discovered some very good Muggle restaurants. Although, one of these days I’m going to have to learn how to cook something other than breakfast,” Harry laughed.

“Speaking of which, everything is delicious, Mrs. Weasley,” Draco said.

His fork stopped midway to his mouth as he looked up to see almost everyone at the table staring oddly at him.

“Have I said something wrong?”

“No, I think they’re simply surprised you said something nice,” Harry said loud enough for all to hear. It was his way of chastising them without being direct.

“Thank you, Draco,” Molly smiled, the name sounding strange coming from her own mouth. “And you can call me Molly. Even my boys call me that half the time.”

Draco leaned over and asked Harry in a hushed voice, pointing subtly, “Which one is that?”

“That’s Charlie. He works with dragons.”

Hearing the exchange, Arthur spoke up. “I don’t believe we’ve all made our introductions. Young Mr. Malfoy is at a disadvantage. You can call me Arthur.”

Skipping past Ginny, who Arthur knew Draco was familiar with, he pointed to Bill.

“This is Bill and his lovely Fleur.”

“I remember you from the Tri Wizard Tournament.”

Fleur nodded, not recalling him at all.

“You know George, of course. And Angelina.”

“You played Quidditch for Gryffindor, correct?”

“That’s right. You were Slytherin Seeker for a while, right?”

Draco laughed. “That’s not what most people remember me for.”

“Then Percy,” Arthur continued.

“We’ve met,” Percy said unpleasantly.

“I’d say we’ve more than met Percy.”

Percy narrowed his eyes at Draco, but said nothing more. A few curious eyebrows went up around the table. No one who saw the look of disdain on Percy’s face asked Draco to elaborate.

Clearing his throat, Arthur said, “And lastly, Charlie.”

“You interested in dragons?” Charlie asked the boys.

“Who isn’t?” Draco answered.

“Charlie’s got some dragon teeth and a big talon he had made into a sconce for his front door,” Ron said excitedly. “And some great stories to tell.”

“Wait ‘til I tell you about the Peruvian Vipertooth that just hatched. We’ve been trying to get them to mate for two years. The female killed the first two prospective fathers,” Charlie laughed.

“Speaking of mating, where’s Clive?” George asked Ginny.

Ginny blushed. “He’s not coming until tomorrow.”

“Who’s Clive? Is he your new man?” Harry asked.

“Yes.” Ginny didn’t elaborate.

“He’s a Muggle-born who plays professional Quidditch,” George added.

Several of them looked at Draco for a reaction. He glanced up when he felt their gazes.

Suspecting what they were thinking, he told them, “I don’t use the term mudblood anymore. I haven’t for years.”

“Well, you really are turning things around for yourself, aren’t you?” Arthur observed.

“I believe we all deserve a second chance to make up for past indiscretions,” Draco said. “Don’t you agree Percy?”

A flicker of anger shone in Percy’s eyes. “You can’t change the past, Malfoy. And some things you can’t make up for.”

Percy stood and picked up his plate. “Excuse me.” He left the kitchen to finish eating on the back porch.

“What’s up his arse today?” Ron wondered aloud.

Harry didn’t know, but he was certain Draco did.
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