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The Optimal Balance	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17125 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and characters belong to JK Rowling and associates. This was written for fun. I make no money from it.

Chapter List
- 1-The Optimal Balance
- 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: Epilogue
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“Ah, good morning, Mr. Malfoy! How are you today?”

“Very well, thank you, Iris.” Draco smiled as he moved to stand at the edge of the desk Harry’s secretary was sitting behind. “Is he in?”

“No, sorry.” Iris pulled out her wand and waved it through the air, causing a sheet of paper to fly into her hand. “He is… At the orphanage, it looks like. There isn’t a meeting scheduled today, so I’d say he’s playing with the kids. Would you like me to call him back here?”

“No, no.” Draco waved a hand through the air, dismissing the notion. “He doesn’t know I’m here, so I might just go on over myself. I’m going to try to convince him to take lunch off for once.”

“Good luck with that,” Iris laughed. She waved him off with a wide smile.

It had been a while since Draco had dropped in at Harry’s work, but he figured that that day was more in need of a lunch out than any other. A mild sense of dread had been building in Draco's chest ever since Harry had informed him of his plan with Narcissa to have her and Lucius over in order to go over the wedding plans. Now the time had finally arrived, Draco felt the need to arm Harry as much as possible with warnings of colour schemes to avoid, flowers to not suggest, and traditions that would most likely be forced on him. His parents were to arrive the next morning at ten and stay until just after midday Sunday and Draco could only hope that Harry wouldn’t be a gibbering mess afterwards. Astoria had, of course, informed him that he was worrying over nothing, but Draco clearly remembered the look of horror on her face after the first time Narcissa decided that she should ‘help’ with their wedding. A loud shriek pulled Draco up short.

“You can’t do that!”

“That’s cheating!”

“Harry, do something!”

Draco lengthened his steps, hurrying to a window that showed the courtyard shared by both the school and the orphanage. It was a large open area that Draco had found Harry in many times before, so it didn’t surprise him to find Harry standing in the centre of the yard, surrounded by children of all ages. Stepping to the side so he wasn’t immediately visible from outside, Draco watched as Harry interacted with the children.

“Alright, alright guys, come on. You have to play fair, Elias. Not everyone is as big as you are.”

Draco's eyes followed Harry’s gaze, landing on a boy who was at least half a foot taller than every other child there. Standing at the end of the yard, he offered Harry up a cheeky grin.

“I’m nearly taller than you now, you know, Harry.”

Harry groaned dramatically, causing the other children to laugh. “Don’t remind me!”

Draco had to smile when Harry began rearranging the children around him, putting them in some kind of formation for a game. Having watched the children playing together before, he knew that Elias would have an advantage over the rest of them no matter what they played, mostly because he was older than the rest of them. Harry didn’t exclude him in any way, though. Bouncing around the sidelines playing adjudicator, Harry encouraged each of the children to join in in any way they could with the game, which looked to be little more than a bunch of children running in circles to Draco.

Now that his attention was on Harry, Draco discovered himself to be incredibly unwilling to look away. Seeing him this happy and free wasn’t exactly rare, but it was a sight that Draco never got sick of. Laughing and shouting along with the children, Harry ran up and down the courtyard, his face shining with sweat. Warmth pooled in Draco's stomach when Harry stopped a few steps away from his window, giving Draco a look at the happiness shining brightly on his face.

“Come on Penny, kick it over here!”

Harry’s shout pulled Draco's attention back towards the group of children. Standing just off to the side was a small girl, the ball resting on the grass in front of her. Draco's mind raced, automatically matching the girl’s appearance to the little bits of information about her that Harry had given him over the past few weeks. He already knew most of the children by sight, so connecting this ‘Penny’ to the ‘Penelope’ Harry had spoken about was easy enough. Taking a few cautionary steps back away from the glass just in case, Draco couldn’t help the tiny smile that tilted his lips upwards. He knew for a fact that Harry could catch a tiny Snitch while racing on a broom, so this ball kicked by a child would be nothing. The feeling that Harry would allow it to get past him wouldn’t leave Draco alone, though.

“Kick it Penny!”

“Kick it past him!”

“Kick it at him!”

Draco watched as the girl backed up a few steps then ran forward, her eyes locked on the ball in front of her. Sure enough, once she kicked it, Harry’s reflexes proved way too slow and he missed the ball by inches. It hit the window Draco had been standing behind with a bang.

“Draco!”

Harry’s surprised exclamation had Draco fighting back a smile. He moved over towards the door that lead into the yard a little way down the hall. The scent of dirt and sweat hit him the second he pushed the door open and he took a deep breath, enjoying the smell before speaking.

“Slowing down in your old age, Potter?”

Harry grinned as the children sniggered behind him. “I must be. Not that I see you in here.”

“Yeah, Draco,” Elias called from across the yard. “You should come play with us one day. We play Quidditch some days. Harry says you’re really good at Quidditch!”

A quick glance over to Harry showed a deep blush spreading from his chest up to his hairline. His head was ducked, but Draco had no problem making out the signs of embarrassment at Elias’ big-mouthed statement. Filing the fact that Harry apparently bragged about him to the children away for later examination, Draco decided to take pity on him this one time.

“Perhaps next time, Elias. Unfortunately, this time I’m actually here to steal Harry away from you all for lunch.”

“Lunch?”

Draco offered Elias a small bow. “If you’ll let me, of course.”

“We-e-e-ell…” Elias strutted down the yard, a sneaky grin on his face. “I dunno if I should allow it…”

“Yeah, yeah,” one of the other boys – Zeke – chimed in, obviously catching Elias’ mood quickly. “You’d have to make sure you got him back before he has to get back to work.”

Elias sidled up to Draco, still grinning. Meeting his eyes proved to be the wrong move, because it caused Elias to wag his eyebrows and shoot Draco a knowing look. Draco instinctively took a step backwards, shock rippling through him, but a few quick mental calculations later told him Elias was more than old enough to be making suggestive gestures. He blinked rapidly, trying to regain control over the situation.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” With those whispered words, Elias winked, then grabbed Zeke’s shoulder and steered him back towards the rest of the children. “Alright guys, what now?”

Taking the chance offered him, Draco turned and stepped quickly back into the shade of the hall, shock still causing his mind to buzz. He could have sworn that he hadn’t been so forward when he was that age. Elias was only three years older than Scorpius, after all! If he’d been so bold as to make such a suggestion to an adult when he was fifteen…

“What did he say?” Harry’s arm slid around Draco's waist, causing him to jump. “Sorry.”

Harry stepped backwards, removing his arm as quickly as it appeared. It left Draco with a strange sense of loss and he rubbed his hands down the tops of his arms as he turned to face Harry.

“No, it’s fine; just startled me is all.” Draco knew it was his own fault that Harry was trying to prevent himself from touching him in public. He also knew he couldn’t just change his mind about when and where he allowed that kind of affection – for lack of a better word – to be shown in public. He sighed, pushing the need to allow Harry his way to the back of his mind. “It appears that he believes I was not actually speaking of food when I said lunch.”

“Damn.”

Draco's head snapped around to see a glint in Harry’s eyes that he knew too well. Before he could ask anything, however, Harry grinned and strode off towards where Draco knew the Apparition point was. Following slowly behind, Draco tried to order his thoughts again. His skin tingled with the awareness that Harry had apparently taken his words in the same way Elias had, sending thoughts through his mind that he had trouble suppressing. He shook his head. This was definitely not the reason he had come to the Foundation that day, no matter what Harry thought. In fact, the idea of a quickie during lunch hadn’t even crossed Draco's mind that day until Elias had begun waggling his eyebrows at him. Now that the thought was there, though…

“Draco?”

Draco's stomach flipped pleasantly at the deep sound of Harry’s voice. Shaking his head to clear it, he couldn’t help the small scowl that crossed his face. He glanced up to see that they had made it to the Apparition point much faster than he had expected them to. Harry was standing with his hand outstretched, a warm smile on his face.

“I won’t bite, I swear.” Flustered as he was, Draco could only nod, causing Harry to chuckle. “Look, I’m sorry about Elias. He’s right at that age where he thinks that he knows everything and has no real filter.”

A quick glance around told Draco that they had the room to themselves for the time being. He stepped up past Harry’s outstretched hand so he could wrap his arms around Harry’s waist.

“I believe I haven’t once been encouraged to have sex by a teenager since I was a teenager myself.”

One of Harry’s eyebrows rose up towards his hairline as he looped his arms around Draco's neck. “Are you trying to convince me that you haven’t ever been hit on by some sweet little eighteen year old over the years? Because I find that hard to believe.”

The flipping of Draco's stomach and tingling of his skin was getting more and more difficult to ignore. He tightened his grip on Harry’s waist, dragging him close to his chest. “No eighteen year old has ever been able to hold my attention longer than it took for me to check out his arse before turning away.”

“Hmm, I wouldn’t have minded a piece of your eighteen year old arse.”

Draco couldn’t help rolling his eyes. “You were too far in the closet to see the light of day when we were eighteen.”

“Not now, though.”

Harry sealed their lips together just before he twisted, taking Draco away from the Foundation in one smooth movement. Expecting to land in their bedroom in the Manor, Draco gasped at the chill air he was greeted with when they landed. Breaking the kiss, he glanced around to discover Harry had brought him to the kitchen of Grimmauld.

“Harry?”

The room was as dark as always, despite the fact that the day was actually quite bright in comparison. Automatically widening his eyes to see better, Draco waved his wand to light the torches that hung around the room. They lit to reveal Harry rummaging in what Draco knew to be the cool room.

“What are you doing?”

It took Harry a little while to respond, but when he pulled his head back out of the cupboard, he was grinning wide. “Well, since you seemed so insistent on actually eating something…” He trailed off, but waved something towards Draco that caused his eyes to widen. “I thought you’d like this idea.”

Chocolate flavouring… Draco's tongue flicked out to wet dry lips. “Harry…”

“Draco.” The confidence dripping from Harry’s voice sent a shiver through Draco. “Breathe.”

Draco's eyes slid shut as he let out a breath he hadn’t been aware that he was holding. This was almost the exact opposite of the intentions he had arrived at the Foundation with, but he couldn’t find the willpower to put a stop to what Harry was suggesting. His heartrate kicked up when he heard the soft thud of the bottle being placed on the table near him. The heat of Harry’s body followed soon after, but Draco kept his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of suspense that accompanied the sensory deprivation.

“Harry?”

A soft hum was Harry’s only verbal response. Draco's lips opened when he felt the brush of Harry’s hands along his collar, sucking in a soft breath just before their lips connected in a soft kiss. The confidence Harry had displayed earlier seemed to extend into this, as he took control over the kiss immediately, manoeuvring Draco until he was apparently more comfortable. Obediently stepping backwards, Draco soon felt the edge of the table press into his thighs.

“Lie down.”

Harry’s magic washed over Draco, Vanishing his clothing with a thought. Draco found himself rather grateful that he had thought to light the torches when he reopened his eyes, as he wouldn’t have wanted to miss the sight before him due to poor lighting: Harry, completely naked, his wand in one hand and the flavouring in the other. The grin Harry wore could only be called lewd. Feeling behind him, Draco shifted up onto the table, his eyes still locked on Harry. Anticipation ignited his nerve endings when Harry adjusted his stance and he drew in another short breath only to be disappointed when Harry didn’t move further. Draco let out a slightly shaky breath as he lay down on the table, feeling slightly more exposed than he would like to at that particular moment. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long before Harry climbed onto the table as well, straddling Draco's thighs. He leant close, his breath brushing over Draco's lips.

“Have you tasted chocolate flavouring off someone before?”

The torchlight glinted off Harry’s glasses, obscuring Draco's view of his eyes. He reached up to pull them off before responding, needing to see Harry’s reaction to his words.

“Not for a very long time.” His voice cracked and he paused to clear it before continuing. “And it was caramel.”

Harry huffed out a short laugh. “Well, I don’t think I’ll be able to help there; this time at least.” Draco's breath hissed between his teeth when he felt the first cold, slightly slimy touch of the chocolate sliding down his breastbone. “I’d like to do the tasting this time.”

The contrast between the cold chocolate and the heat of Harry’s tongue as he licked it up had Draco's eyes sliding shut in pleasure. It didn’t seem as though Harry was going to give him too much time to savour the first sensations, however, as the coldness next hit one of Draco's nipples. He grinned at Harry’s apparent impatience before first Harry’s tongue then his lips sucked away the chocolate. His pulse climbing with each lick and suck, Draco relaxed into the sensations, allowing Harry to take him higher and higher. This level of trust in someone was something Draco had never really thought he would be able to achieve, but it never even occurred to him that Harry would do anything other than continue to pleasure him; not even with his eyes closed as they were.

Draco's hands clenched in anticipation as Harry neared his cock, waiting for the moment the chocolate would be poured all over him. His breath hitched and his cock throbbed in expectation when Harry’s hot breath huffed over him, but Harry continued to move downwards, spreading a decent amount of the chocolate over Draco's inner thighs. Draco raised his knees automatically, encouraging Harry to lick over his thighs, which had always been sensitive but never seemed to receive enough attention.

“Draco…”

Draco shivered, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from groaning as Harry stretched out his name until it was almost a moan. The first touch of the cold chocolate at the base of his cock broke Draco's concentration enough that he let out a small whine and arched his back, raising himself up off the table.

“You are so fucking hot like this…”

His fingers curling into claws at the first touch of Harry’s rough tongue to his straining cock, Draco scraped his nails down the wood of the table. The contrast of the cold of the chocolate and the heat of Harry’s tongue was so delicious that Draco was slightly worried that it would prove to be too much too soon. He held his breath, trying to force himself to focus on something – anything – else in order to hold on. Harry didn’t help by humming the second he finished the first stripe of chocolate.

“And you taste so good…”

Unable to help himself, Draco's legs fell to the sides, offering himself as obviously as possible. “Please, Harry.”

The fact that his voice was barely recognisable as his occurred vaguely in the back of Draco's mind, but was almost immediately wiped away when he felt the chocolate being spread over his sac. He once again bit down on his bottom lip, but not even that was able to prevent the needy whine that escaped his throat when Harry drew his balls slowly into his mouth, one at a time. Draco's breath came in harsh gasps as Harry sucked every last bit of chocolate from him, sending almost painful jolts of need through Draco's stomach with each breath.

His stomach muscles clenched when Harry swirled his tongue and, completely unable to prevent himself, Draco’s hand flew to his throbbing cock. Stroking rapidly, he worked to bring himself to completion as Harry sucked on his balls, needing that release so badly he was barely breathing. Draco's mouth opened when Harry’s hand joined his, but the only sounds he was capable of were harsh pants and half-groans. It was the twisting of Harry’s hand just as he swallowed around Draco's tight sac that brought about his orgasm. He normally would have been embarrassed by the sound he let out as he came, but Draco was so relieved to finally have the release that he just collapsed down onto the table, panting harshly. A rush of hot liquid hitting his stomach a few seconds later told Draco that Harry had brought himself to completion as well. He managed to stay awake long enough to settle Harry against his chest.

*~*

“Draco?”

Harry knew Draco was awake: he had been staring at the ceiling of the kitchen for the past few minutes. The question he really had was whether Draco's mind was with him or was he still drifting along in his afterglow? It had been at least forty-five minutes that they had been lying there, according to the ticking clock on top of the oven, which Harry considered more than enough time for Draco to have come out of his stupor. He really needed to get back to work, but he knew Draco had come to the Foundation for a reason other than sex that morning, so he really had to find a way of waking him up. Preferably without being hexed.

“Dray?”

Harry rubbed a hand along Draco's chest, casting a silent cleansing charm over the both of them. When he had woken a few minutes before, it had been to a sticky mess and he had already cast one cleansing charm, but he hadn’t felt clean.

“I’m – I’m awake.” Draco's voice was rough. “I – ah…”

Draco turned, giving Harry a glassy look that had Harry grinning in response. Knowing he had the power to render Draco this mindless was such a heady sensation, but he knew he had to focus. Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss on Draco's lips.

“What was it you wanted to talk about?”

“Talk?”

“Yeah, talk.”

Harry pushed against Draco's chest, rolling them so he could lie on top of him again. Having Draco so glazy-eyed and pliable was such a temptation that Harry couldn’t resist kissing him again, sliding his tongue easily into his mouth. Draco's hands slid slowly down Harry’s back to come to a rest just at his tailbone. He broke the kiss with a soft sigh.

“My parents arrive tomorrow.”

Harry couldn’t help chuckling. “Well, it’s a damn good thing they’re going to the Manor rather than Grimmauld.” His laughter increased when Draco slapped him lightly on the hip. “Well, do you want to explain why we had to air the chocolate smell out of the kitchen?”

The smile Draco offered up was warm. “I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything.”

Draco's smile widened. “Promise me you won’t freak out and run tomorrow when you see my Mother’s true face.”

Harry found he had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from asking just how many faces Narcissa had. “After everything we’ve been through, you think Narcissa can scare me off?”

The grip Draco had on him tightened a little, causing Harry to smile. He unthinkingly brushed the knuckles of his right hand along Draco's cheekbone.

“No, but I do think you’ll be at least a little scared by what she’ll suggest tomorrow.”

Harry began to chuckle again before he realised that Draco was serious. “Oh, come on, how bad could it be? It’s not like she’s going to try to whip me or something!” He frowned when Draco merely raised an eyebrow. “Draco?”

“She and my Father followed a lot of the traditional pure-blood customs at their wedding and she attempted to convince Astoria to use many of them for our wedding. Including a blood-sharing ceremony.”

Harry stared down at him, trying to work out if he was joking. When all Draco did was watch him back, Harry sat up.

“A blood-sharing ceremony? You know it’s a little difficult to tell when you’re joking at times, right?”

“I know.” Draco sighed as he sat up as well, his hands stealing around Harry’s waist again. “Promise me you won’t run.”

It finally dawned on Harry that Draco may actually be worried about this as something strange flickered through his grey eyes. Leaning in, he sealed their lips together again, enjoying the warmth he could feel radiating from Draco.

“I love you.” Harry smiled when Draco hummed. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

“Thank you.”

The word was whispered against Harry’s lips, sending a shiver through him. He adjusted his position so he could glance over to the clock on the oven, seeing that he was about to be late back to work. He found he couldn’t care, however.

“But I can’t guarantee that I won’t hex her if she tries to stab me.”

Draco chuckled, the sound vibrating against Harry’s lips. “Fair enough.”
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