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19 Years and 5 Minutes Later	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 58416 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-19 Years and 5 Minutes Later
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Ch. 12
- 13-Ch. 13
- 14-Ch. 14
- 15-Ch. 15
- 16-Ch. 16
- 17-Ch. 17
- 18-Ch. 18
- 19-Ch. 19
- 20-Ch. 20
- 21-Ch. 21
- 22-Ch. 22
- 23-Ch. 23
- 24-Ch. 24
- 25-Ch. 25
- 26-Ch. 26
- 27-Ch. 27
- 28-Ch. 28
- 29-Ch. 29
- 30-Ch. 30
- 31-Ch. 31
- 32-Ch. 32
- 33-Ch. 33
- 34-Ch. 34
- 35-Ch. 35
- 36-Ch. 36
- 37-Ch. 37
- 38-Ch. 38
- 39-Ch. 39
- 40-Ch. 40
- 41-Ch. 41
- 42-Ch. 42
- 43-Ch. 43
- 44-Ch. 44
- 45-Ch. 45
- 46-Ch. 46
- 47-Ch. 47
- 48-Ch. 48
- 49-Ch. 49
- 50-Ch. 50
- 51-Epilogue
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“What the hell was that?” Draco could hear the annoyance at himself in his voice and scowled, his irritation doubling because he could not seem to get control over his emotions.
He thunked his head back against the door to the bedroom the second he heard the shower start up behind him. He knew his reactions to Potter – Harry – were strange and made him seem slightly unstable. He also knew that Potter – Harry – was much surer of this than he was. Despite knowing that everything that he wanted was on offer here, Draco was still cautious about how much he should show; how invested he should allow himself to become. There were so many questions he had about why Potter – Harry! – was so much more comfortable showing the kinds of emotions involved in a relationship than he was and why he seemed to be so ill at ease in comparison. How could Potter – he sighed, giving up on trying to correct himself – have adjusted to the idea of being with a man so quickly? Draco now knew for a fact that he had not been lied to when he had questioned why Potter had chosen him to be with; that he had apparently wanted him for years, but had ignored it. So why was he still hesitating when it came to showing how he felt? Maybe the years of denying himself a proper relationship had made him rusty at being a ‘real’ person?
“Draco?”
He jumped at the sound of Astoria’s voice coming from the top of the stairs. Pushing off away from the door, he smiled, relaxing slightly; she was the one person he was guaranteed to be able to understand completely and who knew exactly how to react to his usual grumpiness and general inability to express himself the way he should.
“Tori,” he began, but she interrupted him.
“What happened? Why do you look so stressed? He didn’t turn you down did he?”
The defensiveness in her voice sent a feeling of warmth through him; it was nice knowing that if anything bad happened between him and Potter, Astoria would most likely hex him senseless. “No, he didn’t –”
“You didn’t turn him down, did you?” The defensiveness had turned to suspicion in a split second, causing Draco to have to resist the urge to roll his eyes. “Because if you did, Malfoy, then I swear I’ll divorce you on principal!”
He smiled properly this time. He didn’t think he would ever be able to work out how women could switch focus so quickly and found he was in no hurry to remedy this lack of knowledge. Moving down the hallway towards her, he breathed deeply, trying to get a hold of his emotions again and shove them back down where they belonged. His crazy Aunt Bellatrix had spent so long teaching him how to compartmentalise everything and it had always been a struggle for him, but once he had understood exactly how to do it, he had never forgotten. His smile widened when he felt his usual calm coming over him.
“I’m not an idiot; give me some credit. Potter is in the shower and will be down soon.” He noticed her slightly quirked eyebrow at his use of Potter’s surname, but he ignored it. It was going to take a while for him to change his way of thinking about Potter, so there was no point in making a big deal out of it. He grinned as he reached her and grasped hold of her arm. “And no, you cannot wait here so you can interrogate him about what I did, or what I said.”
“God, where has your sense of humour gone?”
“I never had one to begin with.”
Astoria grinned at him in a way that reminded him sharply of Scorpius at his mischievous best as he guided her down the stairs and back into the living room. He nodded briefly at Granger, who nodded back, then took the lounge beside the fire, allowing the women to start up a conversation about the inner workings of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, which he promptly tuned out. It didn’t take long before they heard the clumping sounds of Potter’s boots on the stairs as he made his way slowly down to them. Draco had found it more than a little surprising that Granger had showed up there that morning, but figured that it was a very good thing, considering what had apparently happened the night before. She had refused to share what Weasley had done after Potter had left her, stating that it was better that they all found out together. What he did not find surprising was that Granger had already known about Draco and what had happened between them so far. He had figured that Potter had had some kind of outlet for what was happening and Granger made the most sense.
“Harry!”
Draco’s eyes followed Granger’s progress as she made her way across the living room so she could wrap Potter in a tight embrace. He looked away as an irrational surge of envy threatened to strangle him at the sight. Unfortunately, his eyes wandered automatically over to Astoria, who had a knowing look on her face. So. Apparently he had not been able to hide his reactions from her. Not that it mattered if Astoria saw him reacting to Potter, but it would be nice to have some secrets for once.
“Hermione, what are you doing here? What about Ron? And your kids?” Potter sounded weary, almost defeated, which made Draco glance up at him. He held Granger at arm’s length and was smiling down at her with an affection that Draco felt vaguely uncomfortable seeing, like this should have been a private moment for the two of them. “I would have understood if you’d stayed home. Ron’s your husband, after all.”
“Don’t be silly, Harry. Ronald knows that if he tried to make me choose between you and Ginny, you would win hands down, especially after last night.” There was a tone to Granger’s voice that said she thought Potter was being as ridiculous as she had accused him of being. “I made sure to tell him what you told me – well most of what you told me – after Ginny had calmed down enough that she went to bed. I also told him about the rumours with Rhys at the start of your marriage. Oh, and Lily’s with Molly and Arthur, by the way.”
“Gods, Lily! I...” he paused, releasing Granger and moving over so he could flop down on the opposite end of Draco’s lounge, his hands running through his wild hair. The near-despair only lasted a few seconds, however, before he seemed to steel himself, looking back up at Granger with a determination that Draco knew probably hid a lot of turmoil that would have to be dealt with sooner rather than later. “Thank you, I obviously wasn’t thinking straight last night when I left her with Ginny. So Ron knows that the cheating went both ways then? And he didn’t try to stop you coming here?”
“What I told him was that you had found someone who was much better suited to you than Ginny was. I really don’t think it was my place to ‘out’ you to him; Draco either, for that matter.” Draco blinked at that last part before nodding in thanks to her. He knew it was going to happen, but he would much rather it happened on his terms than Ginny Weasley’s. “I knew he wouldn’t stop me from coming here, but I’m not sure what he’ll do about Ginny. I don’t know if he’ll stick to her and her story or if he’ll try to mediate between you. I’m sorry, Harry.”
Draco’s eyes automatically went to Harry to see his reaction. He missed it completely however, when he realised that he had just thought of Harry as Harry. What significance this tiny shift in his thinking held, he had no idea, but he knew he couldn’t let it distract him. Storing the thought away for later examination, he refocussed on what was happening before him.
“No, Hermione, you were right. I’ll have to talk to him myself; this is something that needs to be done in person.” Harry sighed, running his hands through his hair again, but this time, it was with more resolve than before. “Ok, let me have it: what happened exactly?”
Granger eyed him for a few seconds before nodding. “Ginny came straight to our house last night after you left. She was crying and saying you had been cheating on her for years. Of course, she was making out that you were the bad guy and that she was the victim. There was no mention of any wrong-doing on her part, not even when I asked.” She held a hand up when Harry made a sound of objection, silencing him quite effectively. “I was subtle, don’t worry. Now, Ginny was obviously upset, although I don’t believe for a second that it was because you left her last night. No offence, Harry, but anyone willing to cheat on their spouse for as long as she has isn’t going to miss them when they break up. I know that Ron was willing to believe her and that he was angry, but after I told him that there was more to this than what Ginny was telling him, he seemed to calm down a bit. I think he’ll be amenable to hearing you out, but I really wouldn’t expect him to be nice about it for a little while.”
“It’s ok; I wouldn’t expect anything less from him. She is his sister, after all.”
Granger smiled in acknowledgement of his words before continuing. “I think the thing you’ll have to worry about is the press, more than her personally. If she wants to play the victim as badly as she appears to want to, then she won’t want to risk looking bad in front of the press that she’s bound to involve. I think she’ll try to keep her activities out of the papers for as long as possible, to gain the sympathy of the public. We all know how willing people are to believe bad things about you, so I think she’ll try to play off that. The thing is, Harry,” she sighed and shot Draco an apologetic look before continuing. “You and Draco are going to go public a lot faster than her and Rhys, or whoever it is she’s with now. She was making noises about Rita Skeeter and the Quibbler and a couple of other magazines. If she gets to them first, then this will blow up faster than anything else you’ve been involved with since the War. Skeeter isn’t going to let a story this juicy go, no matter how many times I threaten her, which is how I helped keep Ginny and Rhys out of the papers.”
Draco had been watching her as she spoke and he saw true regret flash across her face with those last words. So Granger had helped the Weaselette to keep her secret, had she? It was obvious that she regretted it; had probably, in fact, not even known the full story at that stage. He glanced back to Harry to see him quickly look away. The urge to frown in confusion almost overwhelmed Draco before he dragged his attention back to Granger, who had started speaking again.
“Now, will you please tell us your version of what happened?”
Harry sat still for a few seconds, simply staring down at the floor before looking up at her again. “I had made the decision to confront her and find out what was really going on after I spoke to Rhys the other day. He had given me enough information to believe that she was still cheating on me, so I confronted her with the information he had given me the second she got back from Holyhead. She wanted to put off talking to me, but I insisted. After telling her I knew about Rhys, she accused me of sleeping around. She said the reason I wasn’t interested in her was because I had been being satisfied somewhere else for years. She actually seemed to calm down a little when I told her the real person I’ve been sleeping with.” Draco could have sworn that he saw a spot of colour appear on Harry’s cheek at that, but Harry turned his head away from him so he couldn’t see his face. “I, er, I know that at least some of her anger was caused by me, because I lost my temper and accused her of only wanting me for whatever fame I have rather than actually wanting me. That was when she said she should have stayed with Ernie because she had loved him. No, before you ask, I don’t know Ernie’s last name.”
The effort Draco put in to try to stop himself from laughing at this last part was surprising even to him. The memory of Harry in his drunken state the night before, assuming Draco knew this Ernie because he had taken a guess at his last name was going to amuse him for a long time to come. Knowing he needed to distract himself so he didn’t laugh aloud, he cleared his throat, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.
“If I may?” He waited until Granger had nodded before continuing. “There are certain members of the press who owe me favours; just for little things. I could pull a few strings with them and possibly prevent the story from going out straightaway, if I get to them in time.” The astonished look Granger shot him caused Draco to offer up a mild smile, one usually reserved for people of influence he didn’t wish to offend by not laughing at a stupid joke.
“You have influence over the higher-ups in the press? Is that how you’ve managed to stay out of the papers for so long after the end of the War?”
“I believe that to be due to a combination of bribery, threats and my managing to marry a woman who truly knows the meaning of subtlety. The fact that my work can be done from the privacy of the Manor has helped as well.”
Granger nodded thoughtfully before getting back on track. Draco had the feeling that he was being measured against something, but found he didn’t have the thought processes to spare to worry what Granger thought of him. His mind was already racing through what he could do about various members of the press to keep them sufficiently quiet for a decent amount of time so they could get some of this sorted in relative privacy.
“Ok, so if you’re willing to try to get to some of them before Ginny can, that would be brilliant. Harry, you will need to speak to Kingsley and warn him about what’s going to happen. When you talk to Ron about this is up to you, of course, but remember that you’ll probably have to talk to Molly and Arthur as well. I honestly have no idea how they’ll react to this. Or to the information that’s going to come out about Ginny either.”
“They probably won’t believe anything about Ginny that I try to tell them, Hermione. I’ll try, but it’s highly unlikely that anything will happen there other than them ordering me off their property.” He shook his head as though to clear it, obviously locking something down before he spoke again. “Look, you’ve offered to do more than your fair share here. I think for the rest of the day, I just want to stay here alone and get some perspective on what’s happened. It’s... Well, honestly, it’s a bit overwhelming having to take it all in at once.”
Draco glanced once around the room, watching Astoria standing in preparation to leave and Granger nodding in acknowledgement. He knew he should be doing the same, but he found himself reluctant, so he merely sat there as the other two took their leave. Astoria raised an eyebrow at him before exiting through the floo and he knew that he would have questions to answer when he got back to the Manor. He stayed even when Granger stood and farewelled Harry, leaving after giving Draco a knowing look.
“Well.”
Harry turned to look at Draco the second they were alone. Draco could hear nerves in the slight tremble to his voice, but he cleared his throat immediately, as though he hadn’t wanted to reveal that much. He bowed his head so he could rub a hand along the back of his neck, a strange smile on his face. Draco rose from the lounge and moved to stand directly in front of Harry, holding back a smile when he saw his head snap back up and his pupils dilate.
“Thank you again for the, er, the potion. And, well, for putting up with everything so far, really. I know that you don’t have to and that you could probably find someone else really easily, but...” He sighed, meeting Draco’s eyes with that same determination Draco had seen earlier; the one that seemed to be hiding something deeper. “I meant what I said upstairs, you know. There’s never been anyone able to get me going in the same way you can.”
Draco blinked in surprise again. Desire shot through him when Harry stepped forward a little, not touching him, but coming very close. He ran through a number of questions quickly while his brain was still functioning enough to be able to actually question his actions. Was this really what he should be focussing on right now? Shouldn’t Harry be trying to contact various people to start the damage control? Was sex really the best idea if Harry had been so nauseous earlier?
“Come on, Malfoy. If I have to insult you to get you hard each time, it’s going to get old really fast.”
The challenge in Potter’s eyes and voice was all the prompting Draco needed. Grabbing a handful of Potter’s thick hair, he tilted his head back and pressed their mouths together. The potion had made Potter’s mouth taste of peppermint, causing Draco to hum in appreciation as he slid his tongue into the welcoming warmth. It seemed Potter wasn’t going to just submit this time, though and Draco found himself being pushed back towards the lounge. He grunted as the backs of his knees hit the lounge and he sat down, breaking the kiss at the same time. Potter gave him no time to gather his wits, as he landed in Draco’s lap straightaway, grinding his hips against Draco’s.
“Mmm, that’s much better.” Potter’s voice was rough against Draco’s ear, causing a shiver of desire to ripple through him. “What was it you told me that first time? ‘Malfoy’s don’t bottom’? Let’s test that theory, huh?”
Potter waved his hand, Vanishing every stitch of clothing separating them before Draco had time to react to his words. It only took a few seconds, though, before he grabbed hold of Potter’s hips, stopping him from moving on top of him.
“I meant what I said, Potter.”
“Really?” The mocking tone to Potter’s voice set Draco’s nerves on edge and sent the desire to teach him a lesson rumbling through his stomach. “Prove it.”
Not thinking about what he was doing, Draco shoved Potter off him onto the floor. Muttering the preparation and lubrication charms, he grabbed Potter and moved him so he was leaning forward against the lounge, completely open to Draco’s hungry eyes. He ran his hand down Potter’s spine, receiving a shiver in response.
“Do it.” Potter turned to glare at him through slitted green eyes. “Fuck me. I want to forget about everything.”
More than willing to oblige at this point, Draco thrust in in one smooth action. The groan and clenching of his muscles Potter gave in response had Draco’s eyes closing in pleasure. Whether that reaction was from pain or pleasure, Draco couldn’t tell; all he knew right at that moment was he felt good. His hands moved to rest on Potter’s hips, holding him still as he began to wriggle.
“Damn it, Malfoy, move,” Potter growled at him, shoving back against him.
Sliding one hand around to grasp hold of Potter’s cock, Draco leant in close so his lips were brushing against the shell of his ear. “Impatient little shit today, aren’t you?” He stroked his hand along Potter’s length, enjoying the weight of him in his hand. “One day, Potter, I’m going to teach you to enjoy being fucked so slowly you feel as though you’ll lose your mind. I’ll bring you so close to orgasm, needing just that one little bit, that one touch that will send you over the edge and then leave you wanting. You’ll be so hot and desperate for me that you’ll beg me to relieve your suffering; writhing and groaning like the wanton little hussy you truly are.”
“Yes,” Potter breathed as he pushed back against Draco again. “Not now, though... Fuck me now... Tease me later.”
The breathless words sent a shiver down Draco’s spine and he found he couldn’t resist obeying the demand. Pulling out and slamming back in produced a moan from Potter so obscene Draco huffed out a breath in surprise. He had not thought it possible for a man to make a sound like that, but he liked it. He liked even more that he had caused it. Getting into a rhythm quickly, Draco soon realised that Potter was much noisier now than he had been any other time. That first moan was not the only new sound Draco managed to drag out of him and all of them built the fire in Draco’s belly as his tempo increased. Stroking his hand along Potter’s cock to the same rhythm as his hips became slightly difficult when his hips began to stutter after only about a minute or so. The pleasure shooting through him was too much; he was going to come way too soon. Sliding his free hand down to massage Potter’s tight sac, Draco had to squeeze his eyes shut and concentrate very hard on keeping hold of his control.
“Come, Harry,” he gasped, completely out of breath and unsure he could hold on any longer. “Come for me.”
He was rewarded with a strangled cry from Potter as his cock began pulsing in Draco’s hand. Thankful that he could let go, Draco thrust in hard one more time, then stilled. He ground his hips into Potter’s arse, burying himself as deep as possible as he came. The sharp shocks of pleasure that spilled through him threatened to take his consciousness with them as they began to ebb.
“Harry,” Draco murmured as he fell to the side to lie on the hearthrug, casting a cleansing charm over the both of them.
“Thank you.”
Harry sagged down so he was resting half-on, half-off Draco’s chest. Draco automatically moved a hand to rest at the base of Harry’s spine, holding him close. That was how he fell asleep; with Harry on top of him, the two of them completely sated.
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