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The Bar	By : hedwig_927 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9142 -:- 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
- 10
- 11
- 12
Disclaimer! Obviously I do not own or make money off of Harry Potter, just having a bit of fun :)
I’m sorry this is late! I’ve been traveling the past two weeks and I’m packing to move into my house at school this coming weekend. It seems I’m never in the same state for longer than a few weeks. 😅 So, I apologize.
This chapter is pretty fluffy and smutty and long, so I hope you enjoy! :)
Chapter 11

Harry slipped on his invisibility cloak. He and Draco were supposed to be going out to lunch with Theo and Blaise, though Harry had told him he would meet Draco at the restaurant.
This restaurant was more like a tavern. There were lots of men gathered, drinking mead and laughing heartily as they chatted to their hearts content. It was loud in the restaurant and that was perfect for what Harry was planning.
He had decided to bring the little sexual challenge Draco had insinuated to life, and was going to see just how quiet Draco could be.
He moved swiftly through the restaurant, searching for his boyfriend and his two mates. When he found him he grinned widely. He made his way over to their table and slipped underneath it. He did so carefully, not wanting to touch them, or move the chairs accidentally.
"When will Harry be getting here?"
"Oh, he should be here soon, he must be held up or something," Draco responded, nonchalantly, looking around the restaurant.
"You two have been well?" Harry assumed that was Blaise Zabini, as he knew Nott’s voice quite well.
"Great actually. I, um, I really like him." Harry watched Draco blush slightly.
"That’s good. I’m glad for you."
Harry smiled to himself. "Thank you." Draco hands were on his thighs, drumming his fingers over them anxiously. Harry thought the action was endearing, and was one of the many small things he noticed his boyfriend did that warmed his heart.
"You leave a lot of marks on Harry," Nott chimed in and Harry just knew he was smirking. He also noted that Nott called him Harry, and he felt that was a bit peculiar.
Harry watched Draco turn red. "Theo!" he whispered, embarrassed.
"What?" He asked in mock innocence. "It’s true."
Draco huffed. "Yeah, well- well.." he trailed off and both the other men laughed. Draco narrowed his eyes, "Bastards. Why do I bother with you two?"
"You love us," Nott crowed.
"I don’t," Draco denied flatly, but quite unconvincingly.
"Mm, sure."
Harry watched Draco roll his eyes, and he smiled to himself at the exchange. He decided he no longer wanted to wait, though. He moved his cloak so it would show his face and then gripped Draco’s thighs tightly, running his hand up to his groin.
Draco jumped suddenly and looked down, meeting Harry’s eyes before Harry winked and quickly dropped the cloak over his face and Draco’s legs, undoing Draco’s trousers. He pulled his cock free and engulfed his mouth over it, making Draco gasp in surprise.
"What?" Nott asked, concerned.
"Um, n-nothing!" sputtered Draco as a prominent flush washed over his face. "Did you guys decide on what you’re ordering?"
"Not yet, I’m still looking," replied Nott.
"Me too," said Blaise.
Draco squirmed slightly in his seat, reaching down to try and tug Harry off of his cock by the hair, albeit through his cloak. Harry chuckled silently to himself. What were the odds he’d go down on Draco under the table more than once? He thought, as he remembered the night of their first time.
Draco was fully hard now and Harry was sucking with vigour. He bobbed his head up and down over his cock, sucking firmly as if his life depended on it. Harry started to feel himself getting aroused and he lightly palmed his cock through his trousers. He dragged his teeth lightly over his domed head and Draco’s hand gripped Harry’s hair tighter - Harry had to fight the intense urge to moan.
He could see Draco’s flush hadn’t faded, in fact it was worse, and he kept giving Harry’s quick glances, even though he couldn’t see Harry. He heard Nott and Blaise in conversation, with Draco nodding slightly any time he was acknowledged. Harry swirled his tongue in circles around his whole head and tongued his frenulum thoroughly while he sucked.
This resulted in Draco biting his lower lip roughly. Harry looked up at him, watching the internal struggle play over his creased brow. He moved his hand from Harry’s hair and leaned his forearm across the table, resting his chin in the other hand, successfully blocking Harry from seeing his expression.
Annoyed, Harry decided to up the stakes. He took his cock deeper, being careful not to gag in case he’d be heard, and pressed Draco’s cock against the back of his throat, swallowing deeply. Draco jolted forward with a groan, his hand quickly reaching down to grip Harry's shoulder. Luckily for Draco, it sounded more like he was in pain then getting sucked off, which Harry knew was due to the struggle of trying to keep quiet. He tried pushing Harry off, but wasn’t able to as Harry was gripping his hip tightly, erasing almost all of his lower half.
"What?" Nott asked, clearly confused by Draco’s outburst.
"Cramp.." Draco choked out, as Harry swallowed around his swelled member again.
Draco’s friends didn’t press and resumed their chat and Harry watched Draco grip his chin tightly, rubbing his finger along his jaw anxiously. Harry smirked around his cock and started sucking faster, staring up at Draco as he did so. Draco quickly bit his lip and looked over both of his shoulders, nervously. Harry swallowed around his cock again - he knew he was being evil, but hey, Draco was still getting his dick sucked.
At this point Harry himself was rock hard. He palmed his cock again and let out a breath over Draco’s cock. Draco shifted and Harry licked up and down his shaft quickly, and fully. He lapped his tongue relentlessly over Draco’s bundle of nerves and watched Draco close his eyes in concentration. He took his cock deep into his throat again and Draco gasped quietly. Harry pressed his cock further into his throat and Draco bit his lip, hitting the table with his fist in what Harry knew was frustration.
"Draco?" Blaise exclaimed.
"S-Sorry, I just realized I forgot something. I’m going to kill Harry," Draco ground out through grit teeth.
Nott laughed. "What’s Harry got to do with you forgetting something?"
"It’s - ah - it’s his fault I forgot it," Draco let out out a gasp of surprise as Harry swallowed around him deeply.
Both of Draco’s friends gave a small, and somewhat confused, laugh. Harry was shocked Draco hadn’t accidentally moaned yet.
Harry heard the waitress approach the table and ask in a bubbly voice, "Hi there! Are we ready to order?" Harry just kept on sucking.
"Hi, yes. I’ll have the Beer, Lamb and Guinness Stew, please," Harry heard Nott ask for kindly, almost flirtatiously even.
"Alright. And for you?"
"I’ll have the Bangers and Mash," replied Blaise.
"And you, sir?"
Draco had been looking down at his lap with his eyes closed and abruptly turned to face her. "Um," Draco’s face was beat red. "I’m going to wait for my boyfriend.. before I order." He said strained, sending a sharp kick to Harry’s knee, which only made him suck Draco harder.
The waitress assured Draco that that was fine and Harry heard her walk away, with Theo muttering, “She was cute,” to both Blaise and Draco. Blaise agreed and Draco gave a small laugh. The two broke into conversation about girls and what they’ve been up to in that regard. Theo seemed to be as promiscuous as he had insinuated to Harry as he was a month ago, and Harry assumed that Blaise was in a relationship based on what he was saying, though he wasn’t paying attention fully with Draco’s velvety cock against his tongue.
Draco pinched Harry’s shoulder, hard. Harry didn’t mind - he loved driving the blond wild. Harry smirked evilly around his cock. He pulled away and blew a puff of air over Draco’s turgid member, before licking a fat stripe up the underside. Draco bit his bottom lip again, looking up at the ceiling. He started wriggling slightly in his chair and he gripped the edge of the seat tightly. Harry moved one of his hands to feel his bollocks and they felt tight. That could only mean one thing - Draco was close. Harry had to do everything in his power not to moan. He quickly palmed his own erection again as he took Draco’s cock into his mouth, sucking slowly.
He stared up at his boyfriend who’s eyes fluttered shut as he no doubt was concentrating on not coming. His checks flushed crimson and he was holding onto the chair for dear life. Nott and Blaise were still wrapped up in conversation, so if they noticed Draco was off, they hadn’t said anything.
Harry started sucking faster, bobbing his head up and down, bringing his mouth to the base of Draco’s cock each time, as he wrapped his lips tightly around Draco’s hard column. Draco let out a stressed gasp, as if he was choking on air. His legs started trembling and Harry braced himself, sucking harder and feeling his bollocks tighten even more. Draco looked as though he was about to explode. Harry felt a twinge of guilt as Draco let his head fall back for a second, inhaling a sharp breath. Harry swallowed around his head and then quickly moved up and down his cock. Draco’s head shot forward, letting out a shuddered breath. Harry almost moaned, but he kept sucking. Draco was now gasping more obviously, and Harry knew he was about to come.
Draco suddenly gripped the table roughly, shaking it slightly and making his friends end their conversation abruptly.
"Draco what’s wrong?" Nott asked, concerned.
"Nothing!" Draco panted, and pivoted his torso in his seat, removing his coat from the back of his chair and putting it in his lap, over Harry’s head. "I’m gonna run to the bathroom." He said quickly and stood up using his coat to cover his groin, hurrying into the loo.
"What the bloody hell was that about?" Blaise asked.
"Who knows? It’s Draco."
The pair laughed, resuming conversation, and Harry quickly made his way out from under the table and into the bathroom. It was small; there were only two stalls, and one was closed.
“Draco," Harry whispered and the stall immediately opened and he was dragged in by the front of his shirt. Even through the invisibility cloak.
Draco shut the stall door behind him and ripped off his cloak, the silvery material cascading to the floor. "What the hell was that for?" Draco asked, all flustered and red in the face.
Harry just smirked. He pushed Draco roughly against the wall and dropped to his knees, quickly putting his, still, very hard erection into his mouth.
Draco threw his head back against the wall in a groan. He started bucking his hips and grabbed Harry’s hair, moving him faster over his cock.
"Oh fuck Harry.." he moaned out, his chest heaving.
Harry pulled off of him. "Shhh.." Smirking, as Draco glared at him, he put Draco's cock back into his mouth. Draco whimpered and his fingers locked more tightly in Harry’s raven strands.Harry took him deep in his throat and swallowed, twisting his tongue over his bundle of nerves and sucking hard. Draco mewled and his lower lip quivered. He was rutting his hips more fervently now, his other hand grasping out over the smooth tiled wall, looking for purchase he wouldn’t find.
"Harry! Oh fuck Harry, don’t stop! I’m gonna come!" Draco whispered (barely) as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Harry moaned around his cock and started sucking faster.
Draco was a mess. He was sweating slightly and writhing at the hands of Harry, unable to remain still as he tried to keep quiet against his will while Harry was sucking him to completion.
Harry deep throated him again and moaned around his member. Draco’s legs started shaking and Harry swallowed. Draco moaned out, "Fuck! Harry! Ohh fuck, yes!" as he trembled and spilled his seed down Harry’s throat.
Harry hummed around his cock, enjoying the taste of Draco’s come on his tongue. Drinking it down his throat as he sucked until his orgasm was over.
Draco slumped against the wall, panting heavily. "You’re a bastard."
Harry stood up and kissed his lips. "Mm, am I?" He asked with a smirk.
Draco pulled him into another rough kiss, moaning against his lips. "Fuck Harry, I’m going to get you back," he breathed into Harry’s mouth, cupping Harry’s prominent erection.
Harry’s breath hitched, but he ignored it and smiled against him. "Looking forward to it."
Draco was squirming between Harry and the wall. "I want you. Now," he looked into Harry’s eyes with dire need.
Harry bit his lip, wishing he could give in to his incredibly sexy boyfriend. "Later, handsome."
Draco groaned. "Harry, please.." He gripped Harry’s jacket tightly, pulling him close so they were nose to nose.
Harry kissed him deeply and Draco moaned into his lips. Harry gently cupped Draco's jaw, before lacing his fingers into his golden locks. He felt Draco melt against him, grasping at his coat and trying to pull it off of Harry.
Harry drew away, reluctantly. "We shouldn’t keep your friends waiting," Harry reasoned with a smirk crawling onto his face.
Draco swallowed, his face was red and his lips were plump and oh so kissable. "You’re a bloody tease."
Harry licked his lips and kissed him again. "Let’s go."
Harry and Draco made their way back to the table, after Draco felt he looked presentable enough. Harry received a thump to the shoulder after laughing at him with Draco grumbling at Harry under his breath saying “Bastard,” angrily.
"Look who I found." Draco said to his friends with a roll of his eyes as they got nearer.
Theo and Blaise lit up, both smiling devilishly. Blaise spoke up first. "You found Potter in the bathroom?"
Draco blushed and Harry bit his lip to hide a smile. "Yes," said Draco unconvincingly as he took his seat.
"Hiding were you?" Theo chimed in with a raised eyebrow.
"Definitely," responded Harry with a charming smile.
Theo laughed and Harry joined him, all while Blaise looked between the two of them, confused. "I thought you two didn’t get on."
"We don’t," said Theo, his face turning stone-serious. Blaise furrowed his brow bemused until Theo started laughing. “I’m kidding. I’m warming up to the bloke. He’s not half bad."
Harry rolled his eyes at Nott and Draco laughed, finding Harry’s leg under the table and giving his thigh a quick squeeze.
They all got to talking and the waitress came to collect Draco and Harry’s order. Theo flirted with her more obviously now and Harry saw a blush appear on her cheeks. Harry ordered a sandwich with chips and Draco ordered spaghetti with a sauce Harry didn’t recognize. They got their food and were eating happily just enjoying each other’s company.
"Alright I’ve got to ask," Blaise said between bites of food. "Where the hell was the chamber of secrets? I’ve never been given a straight answer."
Harry laughed, covering his mouth with his hand as he did so. "What?"
"You know where it is, spill."
Draco turned to face Harry. "Yeah, where was that?"
Harry looked between the three of them, bewildered. "You actually don’t know?"
"Please, like they’d tell the Slytherins where it was," Draco retorted.
Harry let out a small chuckle. "It was in moaning myrtle’s bathroom."
"Who?" Draco asked.
"Moaning myrtle," said Harry flatly.
"Don’t tell me you don’t know moaning myrtle," Blaise looked at Draco with disbelieving eyes.
"Who the bloody hell was moaning myrtle?" Theo looked at Harry, then at Blaise and Draco, utterly confused.
Harry couldn’t help, but laugh and turned to Draco. "I thought you knew everything."
Draco scoffed, "Hardly. I just needed you to think I did."
"She was the ghost of the muggleborn girl who the basilisk killed, when the chamber was opened," Blaise cut in, making Draco’s gaze shoot over to him.
"Why’s she called moaning?" Theo wondered aloud, twisting his food around his fork.
Harry and Blaise looked at each other, with a smile painted on their lips. "She never shut up about being dead. Constantly whinging and complaining. How have you never heard of her?" Blaise said, looking to Theo.
Theo just shrugged. "Dunno, I never wandered into the girls lavatory."
"Pft, like hell you didn’t," Draco said with a shake of his head. "You used to follow Millic-"
"Draco!" Theo interrupted him, turning red.
Draco pressed his lips together to keep from laughing with an all too guilty expression, and Harry chuckled softly.
"Millicent?" Blaise asked, with a smile.
"No! No, I don’t know what he’s talking about,” said Theo through grit teeth.
Draco wasn’t able to contain his laughter anymore and he leaned over to fake-whisper something in Harry’s ear. "He’s lyin-"
Theo kicked him under the table. "Draco!"
"Oi!" Draco said laughing.
Harry couldn’t help but laugh at the events unfolding before him. He found Draco’s thigh under the table and rubbed his leg. He was enjoying the time he was spending with Draco's friends. Draco’s hand gripped Harry’s, squeezing tightly. The simple touch made Harry’s heart do a backflip.
"Anyway," Blaise started again, glaring at both Draco and Theo. "Was there really a basilisk?"
Harry shook his head, confused. "Yes," he said with a chuckle of disbelief. "You guys weren’t told the reason everyone was petrified?" The three of them shook their head. "Huh?" Harry wondered allowed, shaking his head of his thoughts.
"So how’d you escape?" Theo chimed in.
Harry smiled. "Killed it of course."
Draco scoffed. "Please."
Harry looked at Draco. "Please what?"
"Killed it?" Blaise asked, making Harry look at him.
"Yeah, with Godric Gryffindor’s sword," said Harry nonchalantly.
Theo gaped at him. "You what?"
Harry looked at him with a small nod, and then looked to Draco, confused by his response. He nudged his shoulder. "Draco?"
Draco looked at him sideways. "Hm?"
"Hello?"
Draco turned to face him. “There’s no way you actually killed a basilisk."
"Yes I did," Harry retorted, slightly offended.
"Really?” asked Draco disbelievingly.
"Yes really," he tried to laugh off his annoyance.
"You killed a basilisk with Godric Gryffindor’s sword?" Theo asked again, completely in awe.
"Yeah," Harry started. "Well, I had some help from Dumbledore’s phoenix. He blinded it, and that made a big difference. And without him I would’ve died, because I got cut by one of the basilisk's fangs when I stabbed it. Fawkes healed me."
The three men looked dumbfounded towards Harry.
"What?" Harry said, feeling his cheeks get warm.
"You’re serious?" Theo asked.
"Yeah, why would I lie?" Harry let out a nervous chuckle, he hadn’t been expecting this reaction. He thought that since all of Gryffindor knew about what happened that the whole school did as well.
"Harry, are you being for real?" Draco looked at him.
"Yes Draco. Why don’t you believe me?” asked Harry, confused.
“A centuries old snake tried to kill you, but a bird pecked out its eyes and then it stopped you from dying after you stabbed the thing?” Draco confirmed, with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes." Harry nodded at him, because he got the situation exactly right.
"Mhm, sure Harry.”
Harry was taken aback, and slightly hurt, but he didn’t press.
"So, it was in the bathroom? How the fuck did you figure that out?" Blaise asked, making Harry look at him.
He let out a small laugh. "Funny story actually," he looked at Draco. "We thought pretty-boy here was the heir to Slytherin. Hermione said no one ever went in there because of moaning myrtle and we just.. ended up using it as a base." Draco looked at him. "She, uh, brewed polyjuice potion and we.." Harry bit his lip, looking up at Blaise and Theo. "Used it to turn into Crabbe and Goyle and get information out of this git." He shrugged his shoulder towards Draco.
Draco’s mouth fell open. "You what?"
Harry bit his lip, looking awfully guilty, trying not to smile. "I never told you that, did I?"
Draco scoffed, “Now I know you’re lying."
"I’m not. The password to the Slytherin common room was ‘pureblood.’" Harry said with a laugh.
Draco’s mouth opened in shock again. "What?"
Harry chuckled. "We found out that you weren’t the heir, but that was about it."
Theo and Blaise laughed. "How the hell weren’t you expelled?" Blaise asked.
Harry laughed again. "Oh, how Snape tried,” and Blaise and Nott laughed. Draco looked shellshocked.
"Granger brewed polyjuice potion at thirteen?" Theo asked.
Harry nodded. "Yes, she was quite ambitious."
Draco shook his head. "You actually did that?" He was clearly not over Harry’s revelation.
"Yes, Draco."
Draco looked to his two best mates. "I’m dating a madman," he said exasperated.
They all laughed then, with Theo agreeing wholeheartedly, saying he’s known this all along. Harry just shrugged, and they continued to laugh and reminisce about Hogwarts and quidditch and everything else.
Harry was enjoying himself, though he was slightly put off by Draco’s reaction. He’d have to ask him about it later. They finished up and bid each other farewell, after a rather hilarious rejection of Theo from the waitress, and Draco and Harry apparated back to his flat.
"Well that went well," Draco smiled, kissing Harry on the cheek.
"Yeah," Harry responded quietly, only half paying attention as he took a seat on the sofa.
"Harry?" Draco cocked his head at him, going to sit beside him.
Harry exhaled slowly, "Why don’t you believe me?"
"What?" Draco asked, confused.
"About the basilisk."
"Oh, Harry I was only joking," Draco assured him.
Harry frowned. "It didn’t seem that way."
"What? Harry, no. I didn’t mean to make you feel upset." Draco moved closer to him, rubbing his hand up and down Harry’s back.
"So you believe me?" Harry looked at him, staring into gorgeous grey eyes that were laced with compassion.
Draco pressed his lips together, trying not to smile. "Well, no, but-"
"Draco!" Harry cut in.
Draco laughed. "I’m kidding Harry, I believe you murdered the evil basilisk." Harry scoffed and moved to get up, but Draco caught his wrist and pulled him back down. "Harry, I’m sorry. I believe you, I do. I just had to mess with you a bit." He leaned forward and placed a kiss on Harry’s lips.
Harry didn’t kiss back and pulled away.
"I had to get you back. Did you forget that you gave me head? Right in front of my best mates."
Harry let out a breathy laugh. "Er, I did forget actually," he said with a smug smile.
Draco shoved him lightly. "Of course you did."
Harry chuckled, then bit his lip. "I was hoping for more of a sexual punishment," he said in an enthralling tone, as he slid his hand up Draco’s thigh.
Draco raised his eyebrows at Harry, before looking down at his wandering hand. "You’re gonna get one, but I’m not telling you when or what that is."
Harry pouted, pulling away from Draco. "Rude."
"Me? You almost had me come down your throat in a restaurant. I think it’s safe to say you’re the rude one."
Harry chuckled. "You know, I have to admit I was shocked you hadn’t moaned."
Draco scoffed. "It wasn’t like it was easy," he narrowed his eyes slightly at the satisfied look on Harry’s face. "Though in theory it was kind of hot," he continued.
Harry smirked, moving his arm around Draco’s waist to his lower back lovingly. "Was it?"
"Yes," Draco bit his lip, leaning further into Harry. "I would’ve moaned your name. So I got the fuck out of there. Theo and Blaise would’ve been mortified."
Harry laughed. "Yeah, well, it’s safe to say Ron was mortified and we had only been shirtless."
"And hard," Draco said giving Harry a drunken smile.
"Pft. Yes, and hard."
"I’m hard right now," said Draco, grabbing Harry’s free hand and putting it over his cock.
Harry felt his breath hitch and he lightly palmed Draco’s groin. He was indeed hard.
Draco moved to straddle Harry's lap and pulled his chin towards him, kissing him. "You said later, didn’t you?" Harry nodded, biting his lip. "It’s later," he breathed against Harry’s lips.
Harry let out a breath. "Right now?"
"Why not?" Draco smirked down at him, holding Harry’s face in his hands and looking at him dotingly.
"Because we’ve got things to do," Harry responded with a soft smile.
"Yeah, I know we do. Each other." Draco licked his lips.
“Har-har."
Draco pressed his lips to Harry’s. Harry kissed him back before trying to pull away.
"Harry, please," said Draco while again taking Harry’s hand and putting it over his erect member once again. He sounded entirely too breathy and Harry's breath caught in his chest.
Draco snaked his hand carefully up Harry’s chest, looking down at Harry with an intense desire. Feeling his hard muscles over his t-shirt and pressing against him. He cupped Harry’s neck and Harry leaned into his touch.
Draco brought his lips to the other side of Harry’s neck and kissed him softly, up and down the length of Harry’s throat and on his Adams apple. Harry let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Draco’s kisses became more intense and Harry let himself rest against the couch as Draco continued ravishing his neck.
"Draco.." breathed Harry as he tangled his hand with Draco’s shirt at his lower back, tugging slightly.
Draco just moaned and Harry felt kisses along his jaw, and on his ear and then finally back towards his mouth again. When Draco kissed him, Harry responded quickly, pressing his lips against his so he wouldn’t pull away. Draco slipped his tongue in. It seemed he was on a mission to lick every centimeter of the inside of Harry’s mouth.
Harry’s breathing started to increase. He moved his hand from Draco’s cock and placed it firmly on his hip, pressing his other hand against his lower back, using it as leverage to pull him closer to him. Draco groaned, most definitely at the loss of contact on his erection and moved his kisses to Harry’s neck again.
Those soft kisses did something to Harry. His lips felt like they were dancing over his skin as they dusted and pressed and whispered dirty things against his flesh. It didn’t take long for Harry to be squirming under Draco, holding his slim hips tightly and grinding against him with small moans.
Draco’s hands came up and he grabbed Harry’s face, holding him so he was looking at him directly. Harry swallowed. He stared into eyes filled with lust, and that were most definitely on a mission. He slowly leaned into kiss Harry, gently and carefully, so his lips were just a caress against Harry’s.
Harry tried to deepen it, but Draco kept it soft, lightly swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, and sucking gently. It was like he was trying to taste and savour every bit of his lips and he was doing it in the most torturous way.
Harry ran his hands up thin thighs, gripping tightly as he went. Draco moaned against Harry’s cheek. Harry made it to his pelvis and tightened his grasp, making Draco flinch, grabbing Harry’s shoulders for balance.
His eyes were closed as he tried to even his breathing, and then he was grabbing Harry’s face again and kissing him roughly. He started grinding over Harry’s very hard erection and Harry let out a small moan. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.
Harry managed to pull away from Draco’s ambitious lips. "Draco.." He breathed out. Draco smiled and took his lips into another demanding kiss that had Harry gripping onto every part of Draco’s torso he could put his hands on, which was everywhere.
He found the hem of Draco’s shirt with deft fingers and yanked it off, only breaking their kiss for a moment before Draco’s lips were back on his. Harry raked his fingers over the now bare terrain and twisted at his nipples. Draco pulled away in a groan and Harry attacked Draco’s neck, placing soft kisses all over him and making his way up to his ear. He sucked lightly and then kissed his way down to his shoulder, biting his pulse point gently on the way. Draco moaned against Harry’s skin and grabbed Harry’s face, kissing him fully on the mouth and Harry melted into his touch.
He moaned into Draco’s lips, pulling him closer to him by the hips and rutting his erection under his thigh. Harry was starting to become impatient. He deepened their kiss and started pressing against Draco’s favourite hotspots. Draco was grinding over him, with his head thrown back and his mouth open in the sexiest moan Harry had ever heard.
"Draco!" Harry moaned out, leaning forward and kissing the open expanse of his neck, making Draco groan. He started fumbling with Harry’s shirt, ripping it off of him and descending onto his lips again.
He pinched his nipples and Draco pulled away again. "Oh fuck!" He moaned loudly. Harry gasped and pulled him back into their rough kiss. He twisted his tongue with Draco’s, fighting for dominance, but then Draco’s hands were on Harry’s shoulders, pressing him backwards into the couch before he was looking directly into Harry’s eyes. He rose off of Harry’s lap and onto his knees, astride over Harry’s legs, and vanished their trousers and briefs. Harry moaned staring at Draco’s sexy cock that was now on display for Harry’s wanting eyes and mouth. "I’m gonna ride you.." Draco breathed out.
Harry’s jaw opened into another moan and he grabbed Draco’s hips to pull him closer and he traversed his hands to the slit of Draco’s arse.
Draco swatted his arms away. "No, you have to watch me prepare myself."
Harry bit his lip and groaned. He ran his hands up and down Draco’s thighs. He was panting heavily, growing more and more impatient as Draco hadn’t even started yet.
Then Draco grabbed his wand, and preformed a cleansing spell at his entrance, and then a lubrication spell. Harry watched his face as he inserted a finger into himself, and fuck if Harry didn’t want to slam him into the couch and pound into him right then.
His mouth opened as he moaned and started sawing in and out of his puckered hole. Harry couldn’t just sit back and watch, so he leaned forward and took one of Draco’s hard nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking gently before repeating it on the other side. Draco cried out and Harry grabbed both of their cocks, one in each hand. He starting stroking and Draco bucked his hips, moving in time with Harry’s jerks.
"Holy fuck Draco, you’re so fucking hot," Harry breathed out. He looked absolutely wrung with need.
Draco moaned at Harry’s words and Harry watched him pull out of himself, pause, then plunge back in with an even bigger moan. He must’ve added a finger. He started sawing faster and pressed deeper into himself, most definitely searching for his prostate.
Harry started jerking both of their cocks faster and Draco’s knees started sliding. "Harry! Stop, I could come," panted Draco. Harry didn’t stop, he started jerking faster, with a moan at the edge of his lips. Draco’s face fell into a moan. "Harry! Stop baby, please!"
Harry moaned again, but louder this time. "Come for me baby, press into your prostate and come all over my stomach," Harry demanded.
"Ah!" Draco grunted, quickly removing his fingers from himself and grabbing Harry’s wrist that was around his cock, simultaneously curling his fingers around Harry’s throat.
Harry inhaled sharply in surprise.
"Stop jerking yourself," he commanded. Harry moaned, but didn’t stop. Draco tightened his grip on Harry’s throat and was nose to nose with Harry. "Now."
Harry swallowed, with some difficulty, and reluctantly stopped. He bit his lip under Draco’s hard stare. "Fuck baby," he breathed. He liked when dominant Draco came out. It made him want to bend over and let Draco fuck the shit out of him.
Harry moaned at the thought and Draco squeezed his throat tighter, making it hard for Harry to breath. He gripped Draco’s thighs lightly, letting Draco's know he was hurting him and Draco loosened his grip.
"You sit there and watch," Draco stared into Harry’s eyes.
Harry’s defiant side was rearing its head. "Or what?" He bit out.
Draco’s grip tightened once again. "Or I am going to come all over your stomach. Then I’m going to leave you there and tie you to the couch, without letting you finish."
Harry groaned. He narrowed his eyes at Draco, not sure what to make of his threat. He wasn’t sure if he was bluffing, but his hormones were making his decision for him. "Fine. Just.. please, hurry."
Draco smiled evilly at him and removed his hand from his throat. He quickly conjured more lube and slathered it over Harry’s cock, making him moan, then he inserted two fingers into himself again.
Harry sat back and watched. Watched the pleasure on his boyfriend’s face as he fucked himself with his fingers, bouncing slightly so his cock was on display for Harry’s enjoyment, and making his restraint much harder.
Draco added a third finger and moaned loudly. Harry had to bite his lip. He reached up and grabbed Draco’s thighs, caressing him gently. When Draco didn’t so much as open his eyes Harry took it as being okay, and he gripped his thighs up and down, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers.
Draco suddenly lurched forward with a moan. Harry guessed he pressed against his prostate. Harry gasped out. "Fuck Draco.." as he placed his hands firmly on Draco’s hips.
Draco just moaned again as he pressed into his sweet spot a second time. Harry’s hands wandered up to his waist. The need to have Draco was so intense, he was about to bend Draco over and fuck him.
Then Draco pulled his fingers out of his arse, and positioned himself over Harry’s already lubed cock. He slowly lowered himself onto Harry’s cock and instinctively Harry’s grip tightened.
"Draco!" Harry moaned out. "Oh fuck yes!"
"Mmm, fuck Harry," Draco whimpered.
He pressed downwards until his tight heat engulfed Harry fully. Then he waited, letting himself adjust and those few seconds were absolute agony for Harry. Draco started bouncing up and down on his cock, and Harry helped him, lifting his hips as he went.
"Fuck!" Harry moaned loudly.
Draco moaned, riding Harry more enthusiastically now, and maneuvering slightly, no doubt trying to find the perfect angle that would drill Harry’s cock directly into his pleasure center.
Draco cried out after a few thrusts, gripping Harry’s shoulder’s tightly as he fucked himself over Harry. "Oh fuck!" Draco whined as he threw his head back.
Harry let out a breath as he watched Draco, feeling his tight heat squeeze him so perfectly, obliterating any thought from his head other than the boiling need burning through his blood.
All he felt was Draco’s passage contracting over his cock, pulling incredibly embarrassing, needy sounds from Harry’s throat. "Draco, oh gods Draco!" Harry sunk further into the couch, angling himself deeper into Draco’s arse and making his blond lover cry out in pleasure.
"Harry!" moaned Draco. "Fuck, I love your cock." Draco’s eyes were screwed shut and he was biting his gorgeously puffy lip, with his head tilted up towards the ceiling.
Harry groaned, and he reached forward and began jerking Draco’s cock. He wanted Draco trembling over him as he released his seed, and he wanted to tease him slightly if he could. Draco whimpered as Harry stroked his cock, though he found it kind of difficult as Draco bobbed quickly over his member.
He moved his other hand to the globe of his arse and kneaded his fingers into the supple flesh. Draco whined and starting crying out Harry’s name. Harry breathed out an intense moan as he stared at Draco’s face, flushed red with arousal, his mouth open wantonly and teasingly. He felt himself nearing the edge and started jerking Draco faster. He needed to decide between teasing Draco, or letting him finish first.
Draco starting moaning and riding Harry faster, and it seemed his body was neglecting both options. Harry felt his climax approaching rapidly and did everything in his power to hold out.
"Fuck Draco, you feel so fucking.. good!" Harry groaned.
"Harry, fuck!" He shouted as he swatted Harry’s hand away and started jerking himself.
Harry was about to question it when he felt the need burn through his navel, his balls tightened and his climax creeped up on him immediately and he spilled his load into Draco’s tight channel.
"Draco!" Harry moaned out as he emptied himself, grabbing his hips tightly and shutting his eyes as pleasure tore through him.
Draco leaned forward, his other arm wrapping around Harry’s neck as he pressed his forehead against Harry’s. "Ah! Fuck, Harry!" Draco groaned and Harry felt Draco’s seed paint his stomach, his passage gripping Harry's twitching cock as Draco rode out his orgasm. "Fuck," he whispered against Harry’s cheek.
Harry groaned. "Fuck indeed," he breathed out.
Draco stayed over him, and they both sat there, unmoving, as their breaths returned to normal. Draco cuddled into him, moving so Harry’s cock dislodged from his arse, then settling back into Harry’s lap, wrapping his other arm around Harry’s neck, and burying his face into it.
Harry hugged Draco around the waist. Not paying any mind to the stickiness between their bodies. He held Draco tightly, reveling in their embrace as he felt Draco’s heart slow in his chest. He was so content. He truly couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.
They stayed that way for a while, just pressed against each other, cuddling silently.

As Harry walked out of his bathroom, his towel wrapped around his waist, he noticed the snitch Draco had gotten him sitting on top of his wardrobe. He sauntered over to get it, realizing he hadn’t taken the time to admire it in a while.
He stared at it longingly, remembering that they hadn’t even been together the night Draco gave it to him. It felt like just yesterday that Harry was eating sweet vanilla ice cream and laughing while staring into fathomless grey eyes, nervous that he was falling too hard for him.
Oh, yes. He had definitely fallen for Draco. Head first and into a never ending abyss, that was.
He felt butterflies in his stomach as the snitch glowed pink, then turned a deeper pink, then the colours swirled around and deepened even more, becoming almost fuchsia. Draco had told him pink mean admiration, but he didn’t think he felt that at the moment. To be truthful he didn’t know what he felt, he had only been thinking about Draco.
He thought back to what Draco said. He mentioned it also meant something else, but he didn’t say what exactly. He couldn’t be sure about what pink had meant. He quickly thought of having sex with Draco, and the snitch glowed a dark, sunset-orange. Harry chuckled to himself.
He thought about Ron punching Draco, becoming slightly angry. The snitch quickly turned red. Harry decided that that made sense and he let out a small laugh. He switched his thoughts to the time he was without Draco, when Lucius had caught them. The snitch swirled with a greyish-blue colour. This stumped Harry. Had that been both sadness and worry, or just sadness?
Harry knew he could test it, but that meant thinking of all the people he lost. He took a deep breath and the image of Fred danced across his closed eyelids, followed by Lupin, Tonks, and Dobby. Hedwig. Sirius. His parents.
Harry cleared his throat. The snitch was an obvious deep and heavy, royal and dark ocean blue. He swallowed, pushing the sad thoughts out of his brain.
Alright, so, red was angry, blue was sad, yellow was happy and orange was lust. Oh, and grey was.. worry? What the hell could pink be besides admiration?
Harry started testing it with more emotions, concluding that purple was indeed focus, green was either jealousness, or queasiness, or curiosity. White was aloof and black was numb. He was sure that different shades may have meant different things, but he doubted there was a cheat sheet handy that he could find, so he figured these basic descriptions would be enough to go on.
He thought of Draco again. Not sexually, or in any way other than just as his boyfriend. As the man who smiled at him or scowled at him depending on the joke Harry made. As the guy who couldn’t go in public anywhere unless his hair perfectly matched his outfit, and had ’not-styled’ as a very particular style: if it didn’t drape over his forehead perfectly, then he had to change it. He was the guy scared of the smallest cat Harry had ever seen that wasn’t a kitten, and was the only former ‘blood-purist’ who loved movies and was secretly fascinated by the the way a muggle telly worked.
He was the guy Harry told almost everything to. All the stupid, small little details of his day. And Draco listened. Harry had to admit he had probably never been happier than he was being with Draco right then. Merely two months and he was attached at the hip.
Even now, Draco had gone home to catch up on some brewing and Harry missed him. Missed his presence. It was the first week of October now. He had first hooked up with him sometime in the beginning of August. It amazed Harry how much the time had flew by. Though it amazed him even more that he was so open with him already. He hadn’t been with Zion.
Harry concluded that Draco was just different. They were different. This time was different.
He looked down at the snitch and it was swirled with violet and fuchsia. Harry took a deep breath. He supposed he could feel admiration towards Draco, and he was focused deeply on his feelings so, he guessed it made sense, though if there was another feeling for pink it he couldn’t think of one, so for now, he dropped it.
He set the snitch on his bedside table and watched the colors dance inside the glass and glow around it. He sighed to himself and got dressed, before waltzing into the kitchen and making himself some dinner.

Harry hummed to himself as he looked through the cabinet’s in Draco’s kitchen. It was finally the weekend and Harry was at Draco’s. They were about to make dinner and Harry was busying himself, tidying up the kitchen and taking account of what stuff there actually was for him to use. Draco had run upstairs to grab something and Harry paid no mind to it.
Draco’s kitchen was.. weirdly muggle-like for a manor. Not merely muggle, but modern. Harry wondering briefly if Draco had renovated it since his parents moved out, but the thought merely evaporated from his mind as he continued rummaging through Draco’s stuff. The kitchen was the only bright room in the entire manor, with white granite, white cabinets and white tile. The entire room was white and bright, and they had a stove, though it wasn’t electric and Harry figured that’s how Mimsie cooked. He had never quite understood the logistics of cooking with magic. He found cooking his food the muggle way calmed him, even though it had been a punishment in his childhood.
"I got you something." Draco said, startling Harry slightly, as he strode into the kitchen.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, turning to face him. "You what?"
Draco gave him the most adorable smile as he kept his hands behind his back. "I got you something," he repeated. Draco was wearing a long-sleeve navy blue shirt that had two buttons at the chest, and the top one was undone. He also had black trousers on. He looked incredibly handsome.
Harry couldn’t hide his skeptical smile. "What do you mean?"
His lover rolled his eyes and walked over to Harry. He covered Harry's eyes with one of his hands, and then adjusted so he was holding the gift out in front of Harry’s chest. He placed a kiss on his lips. "Your new attire."
He removed his hand from Harry’s eyes and Harry looked down at his gift. It was some sort of clothing, that was folded so Harry couldn’t tell what it was. Harry looked at Draco sideways before taking the gift from him and unfolding it.
It was a black apron, that said in big reddish-pink letters, ‘Kiss the Chef’ with a large kiss mark on the side. Harry laughed, "Draco. What the hell is this?"
"Your new attire, I just told you." Draco drawled in mock reprimand. "Come now, you need to get to dressed."
Harry laughed again "I think I can manage to tie an apron around my waist," Harry said as he started to put the loop over his head.
"Ah, ah. Maybe I’ve used the wrong term. Undressing is more like it. Come here." Draco said motioning him to come closer to him.
He pulled the loop off of Harry’s neck and pulled him closer to him by the hips. Harry felt the blush on his cheeks as he stared into Draco’s eyes. Draco’s sneaky fingers found the hem of Harry’s black, long sleeve-shirt, whose sleeves were bunched around his forearms, and pulled it off of him, tossing it onto the opposite side of the kitchen.
"Now," said Draco as he lifted the loop of the apron over Harry’s head, "You’re dressed," and he tied the apron around Harry’s waist all while staring intently into his eyes.
"Really?" Harry cocked his head at his ridiculous boyfriend.
"Yes, really." He leaned in to kiss him. "Now you can’t get mad when I interrupt you to kiss you," he said with a bright smile.
Harry couldn’t contain his laughter. "You could try asking you know."
Draco gave him a wicked smile, "Oh, but this is much more fun," and he leaned in to give Harry another teasing kiss, leaving him wanting more.
Harry squeezed the counter slightly, trying to have some self-control. He didn’t think it was healthy to be this horny. Draco smirked at him, before going for another kiss, and Harry deepened it, letting out a small moan as he did so.
Draco swiped his tongue over Harry’s bottom lip and he granted him access, swirling his tongue sensually against his own and tightening his grip on Harry’s hip.
When it was clear Draco was not going to end the kiss any time soon, Harry pulled away, against his will, saying "Come on, let’s make dinner."
Draco groaned. "I can have you for dinner."
Harry snorted. "I’m actually hungry Draco, come on, you can help me," said Harry with a drunken smile.
The blond intoxicated him with his touch. With his smile. With his voice. It overwhelmed him as much as it pleased him, making his senses overload with need for him, but also inflating this balloon in his chest as he watched Draco do the simplest things like smile softly to himself when he would read, or lightly nibble at the pad of his thumb when he was nervous - and it was always the left one. It seemed those little moments lit a fire in his heart, a fire that kept burning bigger, and brighter, and Harry knew it will have scorched all of his insides before it would be put out. Though if it would even be able to be put out was a different story entirely, and it was one he didn’t fancy thinking about at the moment.
Right now, he just wanted to stare at his lover and watch him do the little things that made him, him. Like the way he closed his eyes and shook his head after he was stuck in a daze, or tapped his fingers against his knee absent-mindedly as he had his arm around Harry’s shoulder, when they would sit on the couch. He was growing more and more fond of the man he called his every single day.
Harry started to get everything ready for dinner. He was making salmon, because it was his favourite and Draco said he had never tried it. Harry was absolutely astounded by this information and decided he needed to remedy that quickly. He was preparing it with rice pilaf and asparagus and thought he'd make the plate look all fancy and have a little ‘at-home’ date with candles and wine.
"Can you grab the salt for me, darling?" Harry said teasingly, as he prepared to pour the rice into the pot.
"Do I get a kiss in return?" Draco said with a wicked smile.
"Yes, you can have a kiss."
Draco bit his lip and handed Harry the salt, and Harry added the flaky white dust to the boiling water, before dumping the rice into the pot to cook. Then he turned to his lover who was waiting expectantly and looped a finger through his belt loop, pulling him closer to him.
"Your kiss," said Harry with a smile, before pressing a kiss to unbelievably soft lips, that melded with Harry’s ever-so-perfectly.
Draco let out a small breath on Harry’s lips, after he pulled away. His eyes were closed and he had a bit of a blush on his cheeks. He looked beautiful - if Harry had anything to say about it.
He opened his eyes, locking his gaze on emerald green orbs and his lips stayed parted, as if waiting to be filled by Harry’s again. Harry gave a soft smile. "You’re beautiful you know."
Draco’s blush deepened and he bit his gorgeous bottom lip. "You flatter me," said Draco shyly.
"I may flatter you, but it’s true. You’re the most gorgeous person I’ve ever laid eyes on."
Draco scoffed. "How can you say that when you’ve looked in a mirror?"
Harry laughed. "We are the cringiest couple ever."
"Cringy?" asked Draco, confused.
"Yes, like- well, I don’t really know how to explain it," Harry said with a chuckle as he maneuvered his hand to the small of Draco’s back. "Basically, we’re cheesy."
Draco frowned. "Well, I think we’re perfect," he said in defiance, lifting his chin slightly as he did.
"I never said we weren’t," Harry said with a smile, though his reaction only proved his point.
That seemed to appease Draco, if only slightly. He leaned forward and placed another kiss on Harry’s lips, deeper than the last. After he pulled away he stared into Harry’s eyes.
"What?" Harry asked, wondering what the blond in front of him could possibly be thinking about.
Draco blushed again. "Nothing, I’m just thinking."
"About what?" Harry pressed, smiling and pulling him closer to him by the hip. "You can tell me."
"I can’t. Not yet." Draco said as he looked away, blushing more obviously.
"Is it the same thing you’re always thinking about when I ask you?"
Draco smiled at him. "Probably, I think about it a lot."
"So tell me," Harry said, grabbing him more firmly.
"Not yet Harry, now don’t push anymore," Draco said with a chuckle.
Harry frowned. "Is it bad?"
"Not particularly," said Draco, smirking.
That made Harry raise an eyebrow. "Wha-"
"Harry," Draco interjected, his voice warning. "The pot is boiling over."
"What?" Harry exclaimed, and he whipped around, rushing extinguish the stove. He quickly flicked his wand to dispose of the mess it made. He took a deep breath. "You know, I should really use magic when it comes to boiling water," he said with a laugh.
Draco laughed along with him and Harry eased back into cooking, with Draco handing him seasonings and pans, sneaking in as many kisses as he could before Harry smacked his arse when he annoyed him enough.
Harry decided to use magic to warm the stove after his little incident, so there wouldn’t be anymore accidents and the temperature would be just right. He slid the salmon into the oven and set a timer on his wand. Harry had prepared the rice pilaf and popped into the oven with the salmon and the asparagus, so they just needed to wait.
It seemed his boyfriend had ideas of what they could do while they passed the time. He grabbed Harry’s hips and pulled him so Harry’s back was against his front, and he placed sensual kisses down his neck.
Harry felt butterflies flitter through his navel. "Draco.." Harry said, grabbing the hands around his waist and trying to untangle them.
Draco hugged him closer to him. "Shush Harry," he said as a whisper against his skin. He nipped at his flesh, making goosebumps arise all over his bare chest and back. "You look way too sexy in this apron."
Harry chuckled, still holding onto Draco’s wrists. "That’s because you stole my shirt." He tried to turn around in Draco’s arms, but Draco didn’t let him.
"Yes and I had half a mind to set a rule that when you wear the apron, it’d be the only thing you’d be allowed to wear, but it’s getting quite chilly outside and I didn’t want you to be cold."
"Oh, how considerate of you," Harry said sarcastically, as he fought in Draco’s grip.
Draco’s grip tightened even more and his lips descended in attack once again, kissing up and down his neck and nibbling on his ear. His fingers found perked nipples and he twisted them lightly between his forefinger and thumb. Harry let out a gasp as Draco continued, pressing more firmly against Draco’s chest.
He felt Draco’s breathing increase and then a sudden hardness against his arse. "Draco.." breathed Harry, as he tried to will his own oncoming erection away, in lieu of letting this turn into what he knew it would.
"Harry.." Draco responded salaciously as one of his hands snaked down his front and cupped his manhood gently, making Harry groan.
He finally turned Harry around in his grasp, and then moved to press Harry against the kitchen island. Harry felt Draco’s now very prominent erection on his hip and he felt more butterflies. He knew trying to stop Draco was pointless as one of them would likely end up on their knees in a matter of minutes.
Draco attacked his lips with fierce kisses as if he were searching for something in Harry’s mouth and kissing was the only way to find it. Harry moaned as Draco’s hand started groping his erection through his jeans. Draco growled in response, moving his kisses to Harry’s jaw and kissing all over it.
Harry sub-conscientiously started grinding against Draco’s hand and he moaned again at the friction, suddenly becoming extremely turned on. Draco moaned back, and started kissing Harry’s lips again.
"Fuck baby," he breathed against Harry’s lips. "I want you so bad."
Harry moaned, throwing his head back as his gripped the counter behind him. "Draco!" Draco kissed Harry’s neck, making Harry moan loudly. "Oh fuck!" He reached down between them and gripped Draco’s cock through his trousers.
"Harry!" Draco cried, as he started bucking his hips against Harry’s hand. He leaned his forehead against Harry’s, staring directly into his eyes, and holy shit were those silver irises dark. Draco used his free hand to untie Harry’s apron, throwing it to the side so he could see Harry’s muscular abdomen in all its glory. Harry moaned and started to undo Draco’s trousers freeing his pulsing erection before getting to work on his own jeans.
When both their erections were free Draco started frotting against Harry’s cock, making them both moan loudly. Harry brought his hand down and started jerking their cocks together. Draco groaned and bit his lip whilst throwing his head back.
"Oh fuck Harry! That feels so fucking good," said Draco through clenched teeth, almost as a hiss.
Harry moaned in response, starting to jerk faster. They hadn’t done this often, and Harry didn’t know why because it was so intimate, and so so good. Their hips were both the same height, so it made doing it while standing easy.
Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry, moaning into his mouth as Harry jerked their cocks together. He was bucking his hips against Harry’s creating even more friction and Harry started whimpering. His impending orgasm coming up faster than he had originally anticipated, so he slowed so that Draco could come with him.
His partner cried out. "Harry no, go faster. I’m so fucking close."
Harry couldn’t contain the obscene moan that fell from his lips. "Fuck Draco," he groaned out. He started jerking them faster, whimpering as he began to get closer and closer to spilling over the edge. "Oh fuck.." Harry moaned. "Draco!"
"Harry!" Draco screamed out, as his seed shot out, covering their erections and Harry’s hand, triggering Harry’s own orgasm.
"Fuck!" Harry hissed through his teeth as molten pleasure laced through his veins. Draco’s cock against his eliciting small gasps from Harry as he milked both of their orgasms.
Draco was panting heavily as he came down from his high, slumping against Harry’s shoulder as he did so. "Fuck Harry.. you’re so fucking hot."
Harry felt the butterflies again. He quickly cast a cleansing spell over them, removing their spunk from his hand and their cocks. He looped his arm around to Draco’s lower back and held him tightly. "That felt so good," he breathed against Draco’s cheek.
"You’re going to drive me mental," said Draco, pulling away and staring into Harry’s eyes.
"Me?" Harry raised an eyebrow at him as he started to tuck Draco into his pants and zip him up, following suit with himself. "I wasn’t even expecting that sex ambush right then," he defended himself.
Draco bit his lip, guilty. "What can I say? I get what I want."
Harry rolled his eyes at him and pulled him close to him, planting a firm kiss on Draco’s swollen lips. Draco sighed into it, relaxing against Harry’s body which was still pressed snugly between Draco and the kitchen island.
"Do you now?" Harry asked, pulling away.
"Well, I have you don’t I?" He stared deeply into Harry’s eyes, again as if he was thinking about that thing he refused to tell Harry.
"I suppose you do," said Harry defiantly.
Draco furrowed his brow. "Suppose?"
Harry licked his lips. "Yeah. Suppose."
Draco’s grip tightened on Harry’s hips as he pressed further into him. "You’re mine Harry," said Draco seductively.
Harry whimpered. "I’m yours," Harry choked out, after his breath caught in his throat under the blond’s scrutinizing stare. "Fuck Draco I’m yours," he panted.
Draco cupped Harry’s cheek. "Fuck Harry… I-" He cut off.
Harry eyes darted back and forth between Draco’s, searching his gaze for what the blond abruptly stopped for. "What Draco?"
The tension between them was thick, but it would cut like softened butter. It was the most perfect tension. Pure want between them, more than just lust and friendship, deeper than any relationship Harry could even dream of. They weren’t just together for the sex, but their connection made getting aroused by simple touches quite easy. They were together for so much more. For the newfound trust they had in each other, for the companionship, for the laughs and snuggles and dreams they had and would hopefully share. They had barely been together for two and a half months now, and that wasn’t even just dating. Harry already felt so drawn, so raptured by him and he never wanted to come undone.
"What Draco?" Harry repeated when he didn’t get a response.
"I- ..I.." Draco trailed off, closing his eyes as if he were concentrating on something. Harry racked his brain wondering what on earth it was that Draco had to tell him. "Fuck Harry, I-"
"Draco."
Draco and Harry both stiffened. Draco looked up and immediately stepped away from Harry.
"Mother?" Draco looked absolutely shocked and Harry whipped around, seeing Narcissa Malfoy standing rigidly at the edge of Draco’s kitchen. "What are you doing here?"
Harry suddenly felt horribly exposed, and Draco, seeming to sense this, moved to step in front of him, almost in a protective manner. Harry was painfully aware of the faded hickies on his abdominal muscles as well one right below his collarbone.
"Can I not visit my son?" She spoke calmly, in a very monotone voice.
"When did you get here?" Draco asked, his firm tone hiding the obvious nervousness that Harry knew was worry his mum had been there while they were.. intimate. Though Harry knew it was unlikely.
"Just a moment ago. Mimsie informed me that you were in the kitchen. Though she didn’t mention any.. guests." She motioned her arm towards Harry, who had since crossed his arms over his chest in an attempt to preserve some of his modesty, as well as hide what faded hickies he could. He bit his lip.
"Hi, Mrs. Malfoy." He spoke softly, but carefully, not wanting to sound weak in any way or show that he was terribly embarrassed.
"How are you, Mr. Potter?"
Harry was taken aback by her polite tone, thinking back to how Draco’s father was. "I- I’m great, and you?" He responded tentatively.
"Good, good. I’ve been missing my son, so I thought I’d drop by and see how he was." She gave Harry a slight smile. "Though, he doesn’t seem too pleased to see me."
"That’s not true. You’ve just surprised me." Draco defended himself. "I would have been better prepared if you had owled me."
"I didn’t want your father to know I was coming," said Narcissa calmly. "He would’ve seen me writing and asked to know to whom."
Harry shifted uncomfortably, debating on whether or not he should try and shimmy over to the other side of the room to collect his shirt, or summon it silently. Draco looked at his feet for a moment, then back to Narcissa. "Right, well-"
Suddenly Harry’s wand timer went off, making all three of them jump. "That’d be dinner," Harry said with a smile.
Draco looked from Harry then to his mother, silently reading Harry’s mind, but not literally. "Join us. Please," Draco said sweetly, finally moving to give his mother a hug.
She hugged him back, though stiffly and Harry used the opportunity to summon his shirt and he quickly put it on. Then he summoned the apron and shoved it into a drawer, not wanting to be embarrassed any further.
"Sure." She responded, minutely.
Draco nodded before turning to Harry and giving him wide eyes. Harry quickly understood and started to get the food out of the oven, preparing three plates for all of them as Draco walked his mother into the dining room. Harry used magic to make them look nice and then snapped his fingers and the plates magically floated to their places at the table and he followed with a bottle of red wine.
Draco poured them each a glass and set them in front of their dishes. Narcissa sat at the head of the table, with Draco next to her and Harry resided next to Draco, not wanting to awkwardly walk around to the other side.
Narcissa looked down at the food. "You cook?" She asked Harry with a raised eyebrow. Harry knew where Draco got his questioning expression from.
"Um, yes. I have since I was a little boy."
"You didn’t have house-elves growing up?" She asked with a cock of her head, almost as if she was smirking internally.
Harry looked at Draco. He was sure she would’ve known that 'Harry Potter' grew up within a muggle household. He decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and gave her a short, "No ma’am," in response.
She nodded infinitesimally and turned her attention to Draco. "You know. Most sons would think to inform their mother that they had a boyfriend," she looked at Draco disapprovingly.
Draco bit his lip, he looked to Harry quickly, then back to his mother. "Mother, you know I couldn’t say anything. Father would’ve had a fit."
"I am not your father Draco. I love you know matter who you decide to copulate with."
"Mother!" Draco reddened, and Harry looked down at his food, that he still hadn’t taken a bite of. "Please," said Draco straightening the napkin on his lap.
Harry bit his lip. His boyfriend was the type to put a napkin on his lap even at home. He always had, now that Harry thought about it. He couldn’t believe that, he almost laughed out loud. He found that little detail so immensely endearing that he wanted to hug Draco right then. He also couldn’t believe that Narcissa may be more accepting than his own best mate was.
Harry stayed quiet waiting for someone to speak.
He thought he saw a slight smile on Narcissa's face. "Draco, you are an adult, are you not?"
Draco looked thoroughly taken aback, as if he was looking at an alien and not his mother. "You didn’t act this way with Graham. Are you trying to be deceitful?" He asked, genuinely concerned.
Narcissa took the daintiest sip of wine Harry had ever seen and then gently placed the glass back onto the table. "Draco, I didn’t like Graham." Draco’s mouth gaped at her. Narcissa seemed to sense his confusion. "I have not formulated any opinion of your new partner, therefore I have nothing negative to say. I am merely stating that I am not concerned by the gender of which you choose to date. In fact, Mr. Potter spoke in our favour during trials, and for that I am grateful, regardless of whatever past we had before then." She finished in a very dignified tone.
Harry was more than shocked. He was absolutely gobsmacked. Who the hell would’ve thought? Not Harry that’s for damn sure.
It seemed Draco was too, but he contained it. "Well.. thank you. Father reacted, um, quite horribly. And Harry hadn’t even been my boyfriend yet."
"So, you two are dating then?"
Draco nodded. "Yes, for a couple months now."
"Dear Draco, I do wish you would’ve told me." She said, placing a hand over her sons.
Harry swallowed, feeling somewhat out of place, also thankful he had placed heating charms over the food because otherwise it would’ve been getting cold. He refrained from eating even though he terribly wanted something to do with his mouth, in order to keep busy.
"So Mr. Potter, would you prefer if I called you Harry?" She asked, making him look up. Her face was quite literally expressionless, and Harry didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing.
He felt himself blush. "Um, yes Harry is fine, Mrs. Malfoy."
"Narcissa. We are all adults here," she responded, softly.
Harry nodded. "Of course, Narcissa."
A blanket of silence fell over them and Harry felt like ripping off his skin. Merely twenty minutes ago he was orgasming against his boyfriend and now he was awkwardly sitting at the dining table with his mother. Strange wasn’t a strong enough word.
"Mother, please, eat. Harry’s made salmon for me to try," Draco broke the quiet, trying to make some sort of conversation.
With that she nodded and began to eat, Draco following in her footsteps. Harry waited until Draco ate to have his first bite, not wanting to seem overly eager. He couldn’t believe the anxiety he felt around Draco’s mother. At least he could hate his father. His mother just made things weirdly uncomfortable.
Though Harry chided himself inwardly. She was giving him a chance, so he shouldn’t be judging, especially considering the situation she walked in on. He sighed to himself and pushed the thoughts out of his brain.
When he took the first bite of food, he was immediately pleased with himself and very thankful that it had come out, well, delicious. Harry didn’t know though if Draco or his mother had a palate for seafood like he, himself did.
"Merlin Harry, this is good." Draco said delighted. "I can’t believe I’ve never tried this."
Harry felt himself blush and he murmured a thank you, before continuing to eat.
Narcissa spoke up. "My son is right, you seem to be a great cook Harry."
Harry reddened even more. "Thank you, I appreciate that." He knew his face was absolutely burning. "I’m glad you like it."
"I haven’t had seafood in a long time. Lucius does not care for it."
Harry swallowed with a small nod, deeming another reason not to like the bloke. What arsehole didn’t like seafood?
The rest of dinner passed extremely quietly and awkwardly, with small bits of conversation peppering the silence and Draco trying to make up for it. When everyone was finished Harry stood to collect their dishes, though Narcissa insisted Mimsie take them. He politely assured her that it was no trouble and brought them into the kitchen, spelling them clean and putting them away. He figured if he started washing them in the sink Narcissa would faint.
He took a bit of time to return to the dining room, opting to give Draco and his mother some alone time. He returned, but only to offer Draco and his mother more wine, before grabbing his glass and walking back into the kitchen.
He was spelling it clean when he heard Draco come in. "Harry, what are you doing?"
"I thought I’d let you two spend some time together. In fact I can come back after she leaves."
"That’s not necessary."
"She wants to see you, Draco," argued Harry. "She may be in Bulgaria for quite some time, you should be with her."
Draco frowned. "I don’t want you to go, please stay," said Draco as he moved closer to Harry, grabbing his hands. "She’s not mad, honestly."
Harry bit his lip. "Draco. She walked in on me shirtless, do you know how embarrassing that is?"
"My father did too. Clearly she had a better reaction," Draco smiled as he said it, making Harry smile.
Harry bit his lip. "You know? Ron did also. We might have a bit of a problem with people finding out we’re together while shirtless," he said with a chuckle.
"At least I wasn’t shirtless this time," Draco smirked.
Harry narrowed his eyes at him. "You little-"
"Ah ah ah, no cursing when mother’s around!" He said brightly, wearing an entirely too smug smile. He came over to Harry and tried to hug him, but Harry wriggled out of his grasp.
"Bastard," he whispered as he edged away from him and Draco started laughing before he attempted to grab Harry.
Harry, still managing to evade his demonic boyfriend, moved to the edge of the kitchen island. "Oh, game on." Draco said lowering his gaze on Harry before he charged at him, chasing him around the island.
Harry yelped when he saw Draco’s face and started to run away from him. He wasn’t prepared for this game. "Draco, please!" Harry almost shouted as he was running away from his grabbing hands.
Normally he wouldn’t care that they were running around like four year olds, but his mother was quite literally less than fifty feet away from them in the other room and he wanted to try and be somewhat dignified.
That didn’t mean he was going to lose, though.
Harry ducked under Draco’s arms and ran into the living room, going around to the back of the couch, on the other side of the room. "I will stun you," Harry threatened, raising his wand towards Draco.
"Stupefy!" Draco yelled.
"Protego!" Harry countered, successfully blocking Draco’s attack. "You prat, I wasn’t serious!" Harry said, exasperated, as he ran into the other room.
He ran through a second dining room and into the foyer, running up the curved stairs. "Harry!" Draco called after him, chasing him through each room.
Harry had a bit of advantage as he was up the stairs before Draco had made it to the foyer and there were like seven doors down this hallway. He ran into the middle one on the right and hid in the corner behind a plant, casting a disillusionment charm over himself. He took the time to look at where he was. It looked like it was just a room used for decoration, and it was small, but not too small.
He heard Draco in the hallway and couldn’t believe he was currently hiding from him, while his mother was downstairs.
"Harry, I can just ask Mimsie where you are!" Draco shouted from the hallway.
Harry felt his breath catch, but he stayed in place, making no sounds. He heard Draco open and go into three doors, before he came into the room Harry was in. He looked around quickly.
"Harry? Are you in here?" Draco asked. So nonchalantly, that, Harry almost laughed. They were literally playing hide and seek. Draco cast a spell that Harry didn’t quite hear and suddenly he was thrust into the middle of the room and he felt the disillusionment charm fade around him.
"What the-?" Harry exclaimed as he scrambled off the floor and and away from his boyfriend who let out an evil laugh and was behind him in a matter of seconds. Draco managed to grab his arm and yanked him towards him, pressing Harry’s chest against his and holding both of Harry’s hands behind his back. Harry tried to escape, but Draco had a tight hold over him. "Draco!" Harry yelled.
"I win," said Draco as he backed Harry into the wall.
Harry grumbled, still wriggling in Draco’s grasp. He stomped on his foot and Draco yelped and let him go. Harry made a run for it before Draco quite literally tackled Harry to the ground. He held Harry’s arms behind his back again, but this time Harry’s chest was pressed against the floor as Draco sat astride his arse.
"I win. Again." Draco hummed, panting as he pressed Harry’s arms back, making Harry cry out in pain.
"Ouch! Draco!" Harry stopped squirming so Draco would stop bending his elbows in ways they weren’t supposed to. "Let me go!"
"Are you going to try and escape?" asked Draco, skeptically.
"No! No I won’t," Harry whined.
"Promise?" Draco confirmed and the tone he asked in made Harry chuckle slightly.
"Yes, Draco I promise- Ow! Draco!"
Draco let go and Harry brought his arms underneath his chest. There was no use for that though because Draco quickly moved off of him and flipped him over, before straddling him again and pinning his arms next to his head. "Bugger.." Harry breathed out.
"Bugger indeed," Draco smirked down at Harry, leaning in to give him a kiss. "Now admit I won."
Harry glared at him.
"Admit it!"
Harry scowled. "Fine you win. You caught me."
Draco gave a wicked giggle. "Yes I did." He leaned in to give Harry another kiss and Harry squirmed.
"Draco, your mother is downstairs!"
"And?"
Harry groaned. "Draco. I’m serious."
"So am I." Draco leaned down and kissed Harry again, and deeper this time.
Harry was wriggling underneath him and bucking his hips trying to get out.
Draco pulled away and gave Harry a wiggle of his eyebrow. "Eager are we? Absolutely brilliant."
Harry scoffed. "Draco I swear to Merlin I’m going to hex you."
"Well that’s not very nice, now is it?" Draco pouted and Harry wanted to wipe that fake pout off his face.
"Draco.." Harry warned, through grit teeth.
"What? What are you gonna do?" said Draco, smirking evilly again, leaning down so his face hovered above Harry's.
Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Draco, you’re getting one more warning."
"Harry I don’t think you realize that I have the upper hand, here."
Harry smirked. "You sure about that?"
Harry used Draco’s moment of hesitation to his advantage. He bucked up his hips, kicking off one of his legs and flipping them over, so he was on top of Draco. Draco yelped.
"I swear. It’s like you forget I’m an auror," said Harry smugly
Draco groaned. "You bastard."
Harry licked his lips. "I thought you said no cursing when your mother’s here."
"Fuck off," Draco grumbled.
Harry chuckled to himself. "So who won?" Harry asked, giving him a look of mock confusion, as he bent down and started kissing Draco’s neck.
Draco gasped, stretching his neck to give Harry more access. Harry nipped at his skin, sucking lightly. Draco let out a breath.
"Hmm?" Harry pressed, kissing him more firmly now and at that spot that drove him crazy, right under his ear. Draco was panting slightly now. Harry kissed up and down the column of his neck and Draco started squirming beneath him. Harry smiled against his skin. "Nothing to say?"
Draco gasped again and desperately tried rubbing his groin against Harry’s thigh, but Harry’s leg was just out of reach. Harry kissed over his jaw and under his chin, grazing over his Adam’s apple and biting at the center of Draco’s collarbone, right where his skin peaked out from under his shirt.
That did it. Draco moaned softly.
"Harry.." he breathed.
Harry licked up to the side of his neck, making Draco shiver and kissing his ear. "Yes?" He whispered sensually, and Draco whimpered.
Without waiting for an answer he started kissing down Draco’s chest, all the way to his taut stomach. He lifted the hem of his shirt and then kissed right above Draco’s groin, on his pale skin. Draco shuddered. Harry pecked his lips at his flesh, kissing around his belly button and down the thin trail of hair Harry loved so much. He kissed lower and lower, over Draco’s trousers and his hardening erection.
Draco moaned again and Harry placed a few more kisses on his groin. Then gave his thigh a tight squeeze before sitting up. "Come on, let’s go see your mother."
Draco groaned. "You fucking tease."
Harry smiled innocently. "I haven’t the slightest idea what you're taking about."
Draco scoffed before moving to get up. "You really are an arsehole."
Harry laughed, extending his hand for Draco to take. "Honestly, I’m not sorry about it."
Draco rolled his eyes at Harry, taking his hand and using it to stand. "Of course you’re not."
Harry just smiled at him, before placing a chaste kiss on his check. "I don’t think it’s wise to keep your mother waiting."
Draco groaned, lacing his fingers though Harry’s. "You’re no fun."
Harry scrunched his nose at Draco before tugging him along towards the door and leading him into the hallway.
Draco pinched Harry’s arse in annoyance as they made their way downstairs. Harry glared at him. Draco definitely knew how to push his buttons.
He hated to admit that he didn’t mind it, though. It only made him fancy him more.
When they finally got into the kitchen Harry convinced Draco to go talk to his mum while Harry waited in the living room, this way they actually would be able to see each other. Draco reluctantly agreed, but only after he asked if they could join Harry after a little while.
Harry passed the time playing wizard's chess. He figured he could use the practice; he was pants at it. Draco had a set that allowed the player to play alone, with the chess board choosing the moves for the other side. It reminded Harry a bit of when he, Ron, and Hermione had to play wizard’s chess in their first year, right before his first encounter with Voldemort.
After the two rounds - both of which he lost miserably - Draco came into the room with Narcissa.
Harry looked up at them and smiled. He immediately noticed that Draco was significantly more comfortable than he had been before. He also noticed that Draco most definitely inherited his mother’s personality. She gracefully took a seat on the sofa across from Harry, motioning Draco to follow her, and Draco took a seat beside her.
He gave Harry a look of longing and Harry couldn’t help, but inwardly chuckle. They settled into conversation, and Harry found that Narcissa Malfoy was surprisingly easy to talk to when her bastard of a husband wasn’t around. Granted he hadn’t really spoken to her previously, but still.
"So how’s Bulgaria?" Harry asked, pleasantly enjoying their conversation.
"Between just the three of us, it’s quite.. boring," she gave a soft smile. "To be truthful, I’m just along for the ride."
"I’m assuming Lucius is there on business?"
She sighed. "Monetary business, yes. I don’t see the importance, but he insists on it. He stills thinks it’s wise to make connections."
Harry pursed his lips. He highly doubted that the work Lucius was doing was merely money based, whether Narcissa knew it or not. "Sure," responded Harry. He looked over to Draco, who seemed to be busy lost in thought, and he looked rather anxious. He must’ve felt Harry looking at him because he caught his eye and cleared his throat.
"Mother?" Narcissa turned her attention to Draco. "Do you think father will ever accept that I’m gay?” Draco’s voice was soft, and unsure - Harry felt his heart sink.
Narcissa’s expression softened. "Draco, your father holds no reservation over who you chose to date."
"But father wants an heir," Draco frowned.
"There are magical ways of conception. As well as adoption, though I can expect Lucius’ reaction to that, would be.. less than satisfied." Draco swallowed. "But, just as your father has no business in your love life, he has no right to dictate whether or not you should produce an heir, nor how you would choose to do so if you were to," Narcissa continued.
At the mention of children, Harry found himself lost in thought. He had wanted children, it was actually very important to him that he did. He already considered Teddy one of his own, even though he didn’t get to see him as often as he would like. He wanted to raise children and have a family - something he had been deprived of because of Voldemort and his insane desire for power. He wondered if Draco wanted kids, or if the entire point of this conversation was saying that he wasn’t planning on it in the future.
Harry quickly realized he was vaguely thinking about if he were to have a future with Draco, if they would have kids, in some way, shape, or form. He felt his stomach do a somersault. Fuck. I’m falling hard. Harry bit his lip, and he looked back to Draco. The blond was looking at him, and it was clear he had something on his mind.
Harry was curious if it was what he continuously failed to tell Harry, or if it was something else. He seemed to have the same gleam in his eye, though so Harry didn’t know. He hadn’t a clue what that was. He held Draco’s stare for a bit too long, almost forgetting his mother was in the room. He didn’t register that Draco and his mum had finished their conversation, and he hadn’t been paying attention to it.
Narcissa stood, announcing she was going to the bathroom.
Draco waited till she was gone before he moved to the sofa Harry was on and gave him a long, deep kiss. "Are you bored?"
Harry shook his head, surprised. “No, why would you think that?"
Draco bit his lip. "Well you zoned out for a bit."
Harry immediately felt awful. "I’m sorry, I was thinking about what you and your mother were talking about."
"Children?" asked Draco with a cocked eyebrow.
Harry swallowed. "Yeah.."
Draco smiled at him. "‘Do you want children?"
Harry stared into pools of silver. He nodded slowly. "I do."
Draco’s smile grew wider. He leaned forward, running his hand up Harry’s thigh and kissing him fully on the lips. "Good," he breathed as he pulled away.
Harry’s stomach flipped again. Draco just inadvertently admitted he was also thinking about a future with Harry. About a family. About children. Harry couldn’t help but press his lips against Draco’s again.
Draco sighed into the kiss, his hand finishing caressing the expanse of his thigh and landing firmly on his hip. The kiss sent shivers down Harry’s spine. It was a different sort of kiss. There was no lust behind it. It was comforting and held hope. It was perfect. It was everything he could ever want in a kiss. A kiss that consumed him and made him feel alive at the same time, pulling him deeper and deeper into that abyss Harry had already fell into.
Harry’s hand cupped Draco’s jaw, deepening the kiss, but without tongue. He wanted to keep it like that. Fuck. Harry thought. He maneuvered closer to Draco, wrapping his arm tightly around his side.
Draco’s hands were feeling up Harry’s torso, trying to pull him even closer. Harry’s hand moved to the nape of Draco’s neck and he pressed him snugly against his lips.
Harry’s mind was racing, he felt excitement building in his chest, and he could feel the task of breathing was growing increasingly difficult. He felt happy and warm and he just wanted to cuddle with Draco, snogging and laughing all night.
He suddenly remembered why they couldn’t just run upstairs and do that right then. Harry quickly pulled away. "Draco.." breathed Harry.
"Yes, Harry?" He was panting.
"Your mum, she can come in at any time."
Draco swallowed and then nodded. He cleared his throat. "I-I um," he took a deep breath. "‘Fuck, Harry."
Harry put his hand on his thigh, staring intently into his eyes. He knew that they both felt something different about that kiss. He nodded, "I know."
Draco licked his lips, and then looked down at his lap. "I really wish we could watch a movie right now."
Harry chuckled softly. "Aw Draco, we can tomorrow night."
"But you’ll have work the next day," he pouted.
Harry gave Draco an affectionate smile. "Then we’ll just start it a bit earlier," he assured him.
Draco’s pout remained, but he nodded, twiddling his thumbs.
Harry cleared his throat. "It might be best, though if I go. I think you should really spend some alone time with your mum. Have her stay over, and then you can head to mine after she leaves tomorrow." Draco opened his mouth to protest, but Harry cut him off. "Don’t even think about it. You have me everyday."
Draco frowned. "What if she doesn’t stay the night?"
"Then you can come to mine, and we can either spend the night there, or we can come back here," Harry smiled at him.
Draco nodded, his frown remaining. "You’re annoying you know."
Harry just scoffed and rose to his feet. “Give me my kiss good-bye now, I don’t fancy snogging you in front of your mother," he said with a small laugh.
Draco sighed and stood up to kiss him. Harry still felt the electricity from their other kiss and he regrettably pulled away, as the last thing he wanted to do was end it.
Draco pulled Harry into a hug and Harry wrapped his arms tightly around him. Then Narcissa came in and they said their goodbyes. She said she was quite happy to have met him, and gotten to know him the little bit she had. She also insinuated she was looking forward to getting to know him further.
That night Harry smiled to himself as he settled into bed. He may not have Draco next to him tonight, but he knew he’d have him for most nights, if not all, for the foreseeable future. Things were changing between the two of them, and it was in a good way. He rested his head on the pillow and drifted off to sleep, thinking happily of his boyfriend and the potential they had together.
It seems Harry is truly smitten by Draco. While he subconsciously denies the feeling we all know he’s experiencing, Draco seems to be falling just as hard. Ah I love these two! Like it’s genuinely unhealthy I think.
I’ve got some ideas or the next chapter, so I’ll start writing as soon as I can.
Smile317: I’m glad I make you laugh and that you love reading my story! I’m glad you don’t mind the length because it seems that no matter how hard I try they tend to end up around 15k words.. hehe oops. 😅 And yes, I have a very distinct plan for the house and it’s safe to say I don’t think you guys will see what’s coming, though you may surprise me :) How did you feel about Narcissa’s reaction? I don’t know if I captured her ‘aura’ but I know she loves her son, and after the war I don’t think that who her son fancied would be high on her list of importance. I wanted to make her seem different, at least when Lucius wasn’t around.
BooBack: I’m glad you like submissive Draco ;) I like him too. Just wait for submissive Harry 😏 And like I said to smile the house will be revealed in a few chapters time, if everything goes according to plan so, I’ll be interested to see if anyone can guess what’s going to happen. And yes, I love Ron, he’s one of my favourite characters, but it’s true that him an Hermione don’t make the most sense. Although I have to admit, as someone who isn’t the biggest Dramione shipper, your stories are some of my favourites. I think I’m so deeply a Drarry fan that I’m subconsciously jealous when Draco’s with anyone but Harry. And, hopefully we see Draco as a top soon 😉
Unfortunately, my two week updating schedule starts now, and I’m sorry it started early. Once I’m settled into the house and my classes and job I’ll be able to set a day to post hopefully, and I also want to upload my second story by October hopefully. Anyway I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes I make, I try my hardest not to. I will finish this story.
Goodbye for now :)
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