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Acceptance	By : Madam_Weasley Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I get to Potter’s house at 5:50. He’s in the kitchen with Kretcher setting the table while the elf cooks. They are talking and very at ease with each other. I’ve never seen this kind of relationship with a House Elf before. They turn when they hear the woosh of the fire die down and I step out of the fireplace.
                “Ahh, Master Malfoy! Welcome!” The elf greets me and bows.
                “Thank you Kretcher. How are you?”
                “Very well sir, thank you!” He shuffles back off to continue cooking.
                “Hi.” Potter says as he walks toward me with a grin on his face.
                “What are you grinning about?”
                “Multiple things. One, I can’t believe how incredible you look. Two, I can’t believe you are here. Three, I can’t believe Draco Malfoy is my boyfriend. Four, I can’t believe how incredible you look.”
                “You’re repeating yourself.” I say with what I know is a very deep blush.
                “It bears repeating and this coloring is very sexy.” He says as he runs his hands around my waist causing me to blush even more. He laughs as he brushes a kiss across my lips and again I’m surprised that there is enough blood in my body to make me hard and keep me blushing this way.
                “Come one, I’ll give you a tour before dinner is ready.” He shows me his room that used to be Sirius’s, covered in aged Gryffindor decorations.
                “Permanent Sticking Charms, the family seemed to love them. Made redecorating a pain in the arse.”
                “Sirius’s brother’s room. Now an interesting guest room. Again, Permanent Sticking Charms.” This room is covered in Slytherin decorations.
                He continues the tour and we end up back downstairs.
                “Ahh Kretcher was just getting ready to call you. Dinner is done Master.”
                “Thanks mate! Don’t forget to eat some.”
                “If master wishes.”
                “Kretcher, you need to eat and my name is Harry.” The elf bows again and mutters something that sounds like ‘just like Master Regulus’ as he shuffled out of the room.
                “So how was the rest of your day?” he asks me as he ladles stew into a bowl for me.
                “Fast. I got two of my potions started for mail order.”
                “Did you hear from your mother?”
                “No. Did you hear from Andromeda?
                “Nope. I hope they aren’t still sitting there!”
                We talk about Weasley, Granger and the kids, the upcoming Quidditch match and England’s chances of winning, and various other topics. Conversation has become so much easier for me.
                After dinner we head back into the drawing room. I feel more relaxed so I wander around looking at stuff.
                “Do you want a drink?”
                “Ah, no. I’m fine thank you.”
                “Do you want to play chess? My set isn’t as nice as yours, but it works just the same.”
                “Sure, I can take a moment to beat you again.”
                “A moment? Awfully cocky aren’t you?”
                “The word is confident.” I say with a grin.
                He sets up and I go first this time. He is even more vocal in the support of his chess pieces than he was before. He’s actually quiet entertaining. After an hour I win again.
                “Well, it was more than a moment anyway.” He says as he leans back into the squashy chair, the firelight dancing over him.
                I realize I’m staring, but he looks amazing like that. Not that he doesn’t normally, but now there is a dream like quality to the way he looks.
                I stand and walk to him, I reach a hand out and he takes it, a questioning look in his eyes and a grin on his face. I pull him up and slide my hands around his waist pulling him to me and kissing him deeply. He lets out a surprised sound but wraps his arms around me and returns the kiss, our tongues slowly dancing. My hand slides down to rest on his arse and this time the sound he releases into my mouth is a moan. I pull him toward me and use the hand on his arse to press his bulge to mine. I begin rocking my hips, rubbing us together. He puts a hand into my hair and pulls my head back, he kisses and licks down my neck. I have both hands on his arse now. Kneading and pulling him against me. He removes his hand from my hair and pulls at my shirt, yanking it up over my head and dropping it to the floor. He then does the same to his shirt. The flash in his eyes intensifying my arousal, which I didn’t think was possible.
                He’s kissing me again, biting at my lip, sucking my tongue, moving to my neck again where he nips and its sends a shiver through my body. This was the wrong room to do this in. There are only chairs; I want to lay him down, to take in his body. There is a thick rug in front of the fire place. It will have to do.
                I maneuver out bodies to the rug and lower myself down bringing him with me. He lets out another surprised sound and follows my lead. I lay him back and kneel above him, our chests heaving. I place my hands on either side of his head as I lean forward to kiss him and then work my way down his neck. He’s grasping at my sides, digging his fingers into my ribs. There will be bruises tomorrow and it excites me even more. I kiss down his stomach and stop just above the top of his jeans. I place the palm of one hand over his bulge and rub, his body bucks into my hand and he’s now digging his fingers into my shoulders.
                I start to undo the button and lick my way all the way up the muscles of this stomach, to his chest, over a nipple to his neck. I get the button undone and start to push his pants and boxers down. I feel him wiggling and realize he’s toeing his shoes off. I sit up and lean back between his legs. I grab the waist of his jeans and slide everything down the length of his legs and then toss them aside. His dick standing straight up, the firelight glistening in the pre-come on the head. My breath becomes even more shallow as I take him all in. Scars, muscles, glistening skin.
                “You’re incredible.” I whisper
                His breath catches as he reaches for me. I pull back and stand, never taking my eyes off of him. I undo my own pants while taking of my shoes, I pull everything down and step out of them and kick them to the side.
                “Bloody hell.” he murmurs.
                I kneel down, one knee between his legs and lean forward so that our bodies are pressed completely together. He moans and puts both hands in my hair and pulls me to him into a deep kiss. I slide my body up and down over his so that our dicks rub up against each other. I let out a gasp and he kisses me deeper.
                I pull back and kneel between his legs, running my hands over his stomach and down to his thighs. He’s looking at me and I hold his gaze as I lean forward so that my mouth hovers over his dick. It twitches and I smile. I push his legs apart and breathe hot air over the head of his dick. He wiggles under me and makes noises that may have been meant to be words, but got lost on the way out.
                I flick my tongue out and lick some of the pre-come off of him. He grunts in response. I run my tongue in a circle round the head and his hips buck, trying to enter my mouth. I pull back. I lightly take it into my hand and run little kisses down the underside and then suck his balls into my mouth.
                “Shit.” he grunts through what sounds like clenched teeth.
                I run my tongue up the underside again and then lean over him and grab his arm to pull him up. He seems confused but he follows my prompting. I get him on to his knees and pull him to a kiss. Our dicks rub together again and I grasp them both together sliding my hand up and down both of them. He’s clutching at my sides again and moaning.
                I stroke us faster, my other hand holding his arse.
                He shoves against me. “Stop!” He gasps out.
                I’m disappointed until he’s laying me back on the rug, leaning over me so that our dicks are still touching as we gasp for breath. He kisses me and then leans back so that he’s between my legs now. He pushes my legs apart and I feel a surge in my dick, it’s almost painful. He wraps his fingers around the base and I let out a deep guttural groan. My eyes are closed and my head is back. Without warning he is sucking the head of my dick into his mouth. I yell out and his head is bobbing up and down on me. He’s rolling my balls in his other hand and squeezing the base. I can’t control the grunts that are coming from me.
                “I’m going to come.” I say to him and he stops. I thought I was going to die. I want to come. He crawls up beside me and I take his hand and try to guide it to my throbbing member. “Please.” I’m begging, so undignified but damnit I want to feel him.
                “No, I want to come with you.”
                A shiver runs through my body at this.
                I flip him over so that he’s on his back again and I’m sucking him into my mouth. Long pulls as far down as I can take him.   I’m moving with urgency. I want this so bad. The only sounds are the crackle of the fire, the slurping sounds I’m making and Potter’s grunts, groans, and gasps.
                “I’m almost there.” He gasps out.
                I stop and pull him back up into a kneeling position and I start to stroke us together again. He’s grasping my arse with both hands and has his forehead on my shoulder watching my hand.
                “Oh god.” he grunts.
                My fingers tighten on his hip and I increase the speed.
                I feel the wet heat of his cum splash on my stomach and my body responds in kind, our fingers digging into each other’s flesh as I continue to pump us, cum splashing between us violently. Our body’s spasm together, it seems to go on forever and it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.
                My hand slows as we both finish but I continue to rub us both. Potter pulls his head up from shoulder and kisses me. He sinks back on his heels and pulls me with him so that we are lying side by side on the rug facing each other. He runs a hand through my hair, pushing it out of my face. We don’t talk; just lie there looking at each other.
                He kisses me lightly on the lips and then wraps his arms around me to pull me into a hug.
                “I don’t want this to end.” he whispers into my neck.
                I squeeze him back.
                “Will you stay tonight? We don’t have to do anything else. I just want to be with you.”
                My chest tightens and I feel tears prickle at my eyes. To be wanted, to be seen, to be accepted, these were all things I’ve wanted for so long.
                “Yes.” I whisper into his hair.
                We don’t talk as we gather our clothes, use our wands to clean ourselves, and head to his room. We don’t talk as we slide into bed in our boxers. We don’t talk as we lay facing each other with our hands on the others waist.
                I’m almost asleep when I hear him speak in a whisper. “Good night Draco.” and he kisses my forehead.
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