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19 Years and 5 Minutes Later	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 58416 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-19 Years and 5 Minutes Later
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Ch. 12
- 13-Ch. 13
- 14-Ch. 14
- 15-Ch. 15
- 16-Ch. 16
- 17-Ch. 17
- 18-Ch. 18
- 19-Ch. 19
- 20-Ch. 20
- 21-Ch. 21
- 22-Ch. 22
- 23-Ch. 23
- 24-Ch. 24
- 25-Ch. 25
- 26-Ch. 26
- 27-Ch. 27
- 28-Ch. 28
- 29-Ch. 29
- 30-Ch. 30
- 31-Ch. 31
- 32-Ch. 32
- 33-Ch. 33
- 34-Ch. 34
- 35-Ch. 35
- 36-Ch. 36
- 37-Ch. 37
- 38-Ch. 38
- 39-Ch. 39
- 40-Ch. 40
- 41-Ch. 41
- 42-Ch. 42
- 43-Ch. 43
- 44-Ch. 44
- 45-Ch. 45
- 46-Ch. 46
- 47-Ch. 47
- 48-Ch. 48
- 49-Ch. 49
- 50-Ch. 50
- 51-Epilogue
- 14
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- 16
A/N: Thanks for the reviews, guys!
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Fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt, Harry mentally scolded himself for his nerves. He was currently making his way up the path that led to the Burrow, having made the decision the day before after speaking with Percy to go and collect his daughter from Molly and Arthur’s. Having worked in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for the past 19 years, he knew that them keeping Lily from him was illegal and that he had every right to have her when Ginny wasn’t around. The problem he was facing was trying to convince Molly to give her up without him having to call his colleagues in to forcibly take his daughter back. That was something he wished to avoid both for the sake of his relationship with Molly and Arthur as well as for Lily’s sake. Being treated like one of the children Harry had had to save from the squalor their parents made them live in was not something he was ever willing to allow his daughter to have to go through. Taking a deep breath as he rounded the corner to come into visual range of the house, he let it out slowly when he saw Molly waiting for him at the door.
“Molly.” He nodded a greeting and offered a small smile. “How are you?”
He was greeted by a silence so thorough he thought she had maybe not heard him. Shifting his weight and rubbing a hand along the back of his neck, Harry glanced around warily, his years of training kicking in to protect him from any danger that may have popped up. He knew it was ridiculous – that Molly wouldn’t try to hex him or anything like that – but he couldn’t help feeling as though that was exactly what was about to happen. Well, he reconsidered, there had once been a time when she wouldn’t have considered hexing him, at least. He was just about to speak again when she beat him to it.
“You think you can just show up here after treating my daughter the way you have and everything will be alright?” There was a tightly controlled anger in her voice that made Harry flinch involuntarily. “She’s told us all about what you’ve been up to – and with whom. How could you, Harry?”
Well, at least she wasn’t screaming at him. Yet. Shifting his weight onto the other leg again, Harry gathered his thoughts before speaking.
“Yes, I cheated on Ginny; I’m not going to insult you by denying it. The thing is, it started three weeks ago and Ginny knows it.”
“Oh, so now you’re calling her a liar, are you?” Molly stepped out of the doorway to stand in front of the house, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. “Ginny isn’t even here to defend herself! I expected so much more from you than these kinds of childish accusations, Harry. We have loved and sheltered you for most of your life and this is how you repay us?”
Hanging his head, Harry sighed. He knew that he should have known that Molly wouldn’t want to actually listen to him; Ginny was their favourite child, after all. The thing was, he couldn’t deny what Molly had just said, because calling Ginny a liar was exactly what he was doing. The fact that Ginny was so willing to lie to her family was unsurprising to Harry, especially considering what she had done to him, but that knowledge didn’t stop it from hurting any. He had thought himself in love with her for 20 years now, after all. Gathering all of his resolve, he focussed on the actual point of his trip to the Burrow.
“Molly, I don’t want to argue with you. All I’m here to do is pick Lily up so I can take her back to Grimmauld with me.” He looked up to see Molly’s eyes widening in apparent offense.
“She is perfectly safe where she is.”
Harry’s shoulders tensed at the suggestion that he couldn’t keep his daughter safe. “I have no doubt of that. However, she is my daughter, not yours. If Ginny wants to continue working away from London, then I’m going to be looking after Lily. You know I have never and would never endanger any of my children and I resent the implication that I would.”
He couldn’t help the anger that showed through in his voice: in all the years he had been an Auror, not once had his family been endangered. The very idea that Molly could insinuate that that would change now that Ginny wasn’t going to be a part of his life anymore was ludicrous at the least and unbelievably insulting at the most. Rolling his shoulders to release some of the tension building up in him, Harry clenched his jaw in an effort to stay in control.
“Maybe you wouldn’t on purpose. Have you thought of the effect it would have on them if you’re going to be bringing strange men home at all hours of the night?”
“If I’m what?” Harry’s hands clenched by his sides as anger coursed through him. “Where did you... No, you know what? I think I already know. Ginny told you that I’ve been bringing people home while she isn’t there, right?”
“There you go again, calling my daughter a liar. If you want me to believe a single thing you say, then you’re going to have to start saying things that are believable, Harry.”
“What? You–” Harry cut himself off before he could swear at Molly. Turning around so he didn’t have to look at her, he ran his hands through his hair, pulling on it slightly so he wouldn’t lose what was left of his crumbling composure. “Three weeks. I have known that I am gay for three weeks, Molly. In that time, there has only been Draco, I swear. And he has never seen the inside of the house I shared with Ginny and the kids.” He turned back to see disbelief clear on her face. “I don’t know exactly what Ginny has told you, but I can guarantee that I am not lying to you. I’ll even take a truth serum if it comes to that. Ginny, on the other hand, has been cheating on me for sixteen years. Rhys confirmed it when I confronted him after watching her trying to convince him to start another affair with her just last week. I know that you don’t believe me, but honestly, what you do or don’t believe is completely irrelevant to me right at this point. All I am here to do is collect my daughter, then I’ll be going. If Ginny wants her back when she comes back from wherever she is right now, then she can come and ask nicely, like a civil person should.”
He had a feeling that his honesty was not going to be appreciated at this stage, but he found he really couldn’t care. What he wanted was his daughter and he wasn’t leaving there without her. Molly was just opening her mouth to respond – or hex him, Harry had no real idea – but a shriek from inside the house cut her off.
“Daddy!”
Lily rushed out of the house, ducking under Molly’s hand as she made a grab for her and flung herself into Harry’s waiting arms. Scooping his daughter up and swinging her around in a circle, Harry let out a relieved laugh.
“Oh, I’ve missed you, baby girl,” he murmured into her hair as he hugged her close.
“I missed you too, Dad. Mum says you’re not going to be around anymore.” Lily’s voice was muffled against Harry’s shoulder, but she didn’t pull back.
“Well, your Mum’s wrong, Lil,” Harry informed her, locking eyes with Molly over Lily’s shoulder and raising an eyebrow at her. “I’m not leaving you or the boys, not ever. Do you want to come back to Grimmauld with me?”
“Yes please.”
Harry’s smile widened: there was no way Molly could say he had stolen Lily from her house now, not with verbal confirmation that Lily wanted to leave with him. Giving her one last, tight squeeze, he lowered Lily down to the ground and knelt down in front of her.
“Go grab your stuff and say goodbye to your grandparents and we’ll be off.”
He grinned when Lily spun around and rushed back into the house. Having Lily back was like a weight lifting from his shoulders and he felt as though he could breathe easily for the first time since Friday afternoon when things had first blown up. That is, until he met Molly’s eyes again.
“Satisfied, are you?” The glare she shot him could have liquefied his kidneys if it had any kind of power behind it.
“Yes,” he answered simply. “Lily is the only reason I am here, so I’m quite satisfied with the outcome.”
There was a flash of something unidentifiable in Molly’s eyes that had Harry convinced that there was much more that she wanted to say, but was holding back. Instead, she settled for another glare.
“If I hear about anything untoward going on in that house while my granddaughter is there...”
She left the threat open, but Harry had heard enough. Stepping close to her, he matched her glare for glare.
“And if you ever imply that I would endanger any of my children again, I’ll make absolutely certain that you never see any of them again.”
Lily ran back out of the house just then, preventing the two of them from coming to actual blows. Harry grasped his daughter’s hand and led her back down the path after she had said goodbye to Molly, who continued to glare daggers at Harry over Lily’s shoulder. Not that he cared what Molly thought of him right at that moment; he had Lily back and that was all that mattered.
*~*
I want you. Come over.
- Harry
“Not very subtle is he?”
Draco sighed and snatched the note away from where Astoria was reading over his shoulder. “Do you read all of my mail?”
“Psh, please! You’d know if I was.” She grinned, leaving him to wonder exactly what she would do with the information she could have gathered over the years if she had been reading all his mail. “Have you actually managed to work out exactly what this thing is yet? Because let me tell you, you went past ‘it’s just sex’ pretty much the second you decided to stick with him during this divorce.”
Closing his eyes as he leant back into the soft cushions of the lounge in front of the fire, Draco tried to compose an answer that wouldn’t encourage further questions from his nosy wife. He heard the soft footsteps that indicated that she was walking around the lounge so she could claim the opposite end, but he sat still, ignoring her for the time being. The real answer was simple, really: this was a relationship and Draco was falling for Harry. He knew it and couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to. The fact that he actually wanted this should have been scaring the hell out of him, but it really wasn’t and he was only just realising why: he was more comfortable with Harry than with any other person he had ever been with. There had always been something about the git that Draco had found appealing and now that he realised just how good they were together, he was finding him more and more irresistible. Scrunching the note in his hand, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“I fail to see why it has to be anything.” Astoria was silent for longer than Draco liked, forcing him to look over at her. He immediately regretted it when he saw the soft look she was giving him. “Please refrain from turning this into one of your trashy Muggle romance novels. Potter is not a damsel in distress and I am certainly not a cruel pirate with a soft centre.”
“Sounds like you’ve been reading some of my ‘trashy Muggle romance novels’.” Astoria grinned when Draco rolled his eyes.
“They put a half naked man on the cover and I’m expected to not look?”
He smiled when the remark caused her smile to turn to proper laughter. People could say what they wanted about their relationship – and after the Prophet article came out, they definitely would –but this is what he valued with Astoria. Her ability to make him laugh at himself had been invaluable over the years and combined with a genuine affection, it was the best relationship he had ever had. Although, he reconsidered, Harry had the potential to leave Astoria in the dust purely based on the way his arse looked in those jeans he practically lived in when off-duty. He was rudely dragged out of that line of thought when Astoria stood up from the lounge. She moved so she could ruffle his hair.
“You’d better get going; your damsel is calling.”
Draco was still smiling when he stepped through the floo at Grimmauld Place. Glancing around the room, he took in the clean windows and furniture, the updated curtains and the lack of anything alcoholic on the sideboard. It seemed that Harry had decided to stay here permanently, if the changes were anything to go by. Frowning when he realised that he was the only one in the room, he made his way out into the hall, moving quietly by habit more than anything else.
“Harry?”
It seemed that there had been no need for him to be quiet, if the thundering of footfalls down the stairs was any indication. Harry appeared at the top of the set of stairs that led to the first floor a few seconds later. There was a huge grin on his face that told Draco something had gone right for once. Refusing to acknowledge the flipping of his stomach at the sight of Harry looking so happy in his presence, Draco raised an eyebrow.
“Overdose on Cheering Charms?”
Harry merely grinned wider – if that was possible – and took the stairs two at a time until he landed in front of Draco. “I got Lily back.”
Draco blinked a few times before the significance of what he had just been told sank in. “She was keeping your child from you?” A stark horror at the idea of being separated from Scorpius like that settled in Draco’s stomach and he had to swiftly clamp down on the surge of anger that rushed through him. “I would have thought that the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement would have realised that that was incredibly illegal.”
“Well, not Gi – I mean...”
Harry sighed. Nerves fluttered through Draco’s stomach as Harry stepped close enough to place both hands on the sides of Draco’s face and draw him into a soft kiss.
“Say ‘I am happy for you, Harry’. That’s the standard response when someone tells you something good has happened.”
Wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist so he could slip his hands into the back pockets of the black jeans Harry wore, Draco smiled. “I’m happy you got your daughter back from your insane wife, Potter.”
“Well, it was actually from my insane wife’s apparently equally insane mother, but thank you.” He slid his hands down from Draco’s face to grip the collar of his shirt, pulling him in for another, harsher kiss. “And it’s Harry.”
Draco squeezed the hands in Harry’s pockets, dragging him up against him. “Harry,” he whispered, smiling when Harry’s breath hitched a little. “Allow me to show you the ‘standard’ way of greeting a partner you haven’t seen since yesterday morning.”
Taking his time this time, Draco enjoyed the tension created by the build-up. He watched as Harry’s eyes slid closed in anticipation and he couldn’t help watching for a little while longer as he brushed his lips gently over Harry’s, his pulse quickening with each little flicker of Harry’s eyes beneath his closed lids. He gave up on any kind of teasing when Harry leant just that little bit further into him, pressing their lips together a bit more firmly. Harry’s lips were soft and pliable against his and Draco had to resist sighing in pleasure when they opened automatically for him. Sliding his left hand up Harry’s back to pull him closer still allowed Draco to slip his other hand into the opposite back pocket, sealing Harry tightly in his arms. The press of that solid warmth against his chest – as well as the toned arse in his hand – sent Draco’s head spinning with lust and he found himself struggling to keep a firm grip on reality. Harry tasted of tea and biscuits instead of the wine or whiskey Draco was so used to with his past conquests; just one more thing to set him apart from everyone else. Of course, one of his other defining characteristics was his spectacularly bad sense of timing.
“Want a drink?”
Frustration crept up Draco’s spine as Harry stepped out of the circle of his arms and started off down the hallway as though that kiss had had no affect on him whatsoever. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, hoping to calm his heart rate enough so his blood stopped rushing in his ears. Following along behind Harry, Draco couldn’t help watching the movement of his arse in those tight jeans and imagining exactly what he wanted to do to that arse... He sighed, pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind when it became clear that he would have to wait.
“So how did you manage it without being hexed senseless?” Draco settled himself down at the long table that ran the length of the kitchen as soon as Harry had handed over a cup of surprisingly good hot chocolate. “I would assume Mama Weasley wouldn’t be any kind of a pushover.”
Watching Harry had always been a fascinating way to pass the time for Draco, but now that he was actually allowed to watch him, it had become even more than that. Over the past few weeks he had unconsciously begun to catalogue little non-verbal things that Harry did. He rubbed the back of his neck and shifted his weight when he was nervous, his eyes glazed and his right eyebrow twitched when he was thinking hard about something, he nibbled on his bottom lip when he was worried and Draco knew personally that his fight or flight reflex was geared directly to ‘fight’. This was different, however. Whatever emotion that crossed Harry’s face was something that Draco had never seen before: his gaze fell to the tabletop, his hands clenched around the mug in front of him and a slight smile turned his lips upwards. Whatever it was, Draco wanted to see more of it, preferably directed at him rather than prompted by a memory.
“It was all Lily, actually. Molly met me at the door again and we nearly had a brawl, but Lily stopped it all.” The smile widened, sending butterflies fluttering wildly through Draco’s stomach. “She came running out of that house and...”
Harry shook his head, leant back against the hard wood of the bench opposite Draco and grinned wide at him. Love. Pure, unadulterated love was what Draco was seeing on Harry’s face. It softened his features, made his eyes almost glow in the gloom of the kitchen and sent heated need through Draco’s stomach. He sat up straighter, rocking his hips forward without thinking so he could enjoy the pressure of his fly against his hardening cock. Harry, unfortunately, seemed to be completely oblivious as to the effect he was having on Draco and kept on talking.
“I swear I haven’t felt this kind of relief since I was standing in the Headmaster’s office after the end of the Battle. I had no idea that there was this kind of pressure on me since Friday. Honestly, I thought all the tenseness and stress was stemming from Ginny and her lies... Draco?”
Finding himself caught in Harry’s intense green stare was something Draco both desperately wanted and equally desperately did not want. He knew this was important to Harry; that his family had to come first. He was not going to destroy this moment for him simply because he couldn’t control his own apparently raging libido. Dropping his gaze to the tabletop, Draco cleared his throat.
“I’m fine.”
His eyes closed automatically when he heard the hoarseness of his voice. Taking yet another deep breath in an attempt to calm his heart rate again, he bit down on the inside of his lip, hoping the jab of pain would help him to focus. When he raised his eyes again, Harry was nowhere in sight.
“Harry?” Draco jumped when he felt the first, tentative touch of Harry’s fingers running up his trouser leg. “What are you doing?”
“You.”
It was such a simple word, but it held everything Draco needed. Leaning back in the bench so he could see where Harry was, he was greeted by a wide smile as Harry’s hands ran the length of his thighs. As tempted as Draco was to simply Vanish his trousers, he stopped himself, knowing that he would need clothing the next morning. Instead, he began to fumble with the zipper of his fly, biting down on his bottom lip as Harry leant in close and huffed hot breath over his fingers.
“Don’t hold back, Draco; let me hear you.”
“Fuck,” Draco responded intelligently as Harry’s hands replaced his, opening his zipper and finally freeing him from his trousers. The light brush of Harry’s fingers against his hot skin sent a shiver through him. “Please.”
Spreading his legs as wide as his trousers would allow, Draco stared down in wonder as Harry tentatively ran his fingers along his length, seeming to want to explore more than pleasure at that moment. The gentle touches confused Draco for a moment before the reason finally clicked: Harry had never done this before. The thought sent desire shooting through him again and his breath huffed out when the feeling was combined with the first soft brush of Harry’s fingers over the head of his cock. Moving his own hand down to wrap around Harry’s, Draco smiled at the questioning look he received.
“There’s no need to be gentle; I’m no different to you.”
He smiled when Harry’s grip became a little firmer. He had not had to guide someone like this in many years, but figured it may very well be worth the effort: Harry would only know how what Draco liked and wouldn’t do anything he didn’t. The first stroke of Harry’s hand – aided by magically conjured lube – seemed to prove Draco’s theory right. Not that he had much room to spare in his mind for congratulating himself, as nearly all thoughts were driven out by the hot jabs of pleasure shooting through him. The pressure Harry was putting on him was just right as he stroked slowly and Draco allowed his head to fall backwards, enjoying the touch of Harry’s hand on him. The need of something more began to build in Draco’s stomach as his breathing increased in time with his pulse.
“More; need more,” he gasped. The request was followed swiftly by the flicking of the rough side of Harry’s tongue over the leaking head of Draco’s cock and he let out a deep groan. “Yes, Gods yes.”
Harry’s tongue flicked out over his cock again, seeming to be tasting him and Draco gripped the edge of the bench beneath him. If Harry wanted to explore, he was not going to stop him, but he wished he would hurry up. Staring down at the slightly glazed look on Harry’s face, Draco had to bite down on his lip again when Harry’s lips opened and he sucked lightly on the tip of Draco’s cock. Sweet Merlin, but that felt good! It had been too long since Draco had had a blowjob and even Harry’s inexpert delivery was driving him onwards to orgasm faster than he would care to admit. The pressure around him increased when Harry sucked him a little further into his mouth so he could rub his tongue against his head.
“Harry,” he gasped, more breath than voice.
“Hmm?”
The vibrations of the sound almost sent Draco completely over the edge. Leaning forward and panting harshly, one of his hands moved to grip a handful of Harry’s hair, holding him in place.
“Just there... Keep... Please...”
Harry hummed again and Draco saw stars. One last flick of the rough side of Harry’s tongue, combined with the stroking of his hand and the sucking pressure, was all it took for Draco to lose control completely. Gripping Harry’s head in both hands, he thrust upwards once, twice more before he came, shooting hot spurts of cum into Harry’s mouth. His eyes squeezed shut tight, Draco could feel that Harry had not managed to catch all of him, but he had not really expected him to; hardly anyone did their first time.
“Come here.”
Harry obeyed silently, sliding up from beneath the table to straddle Draco’s thighs. The press of a hard bulge against Draco’s stomach had him smiling: it was time to return the favour. Threading one hand through Harry’s hair again, he pulled him down into a harsh kiss as he freed him from his jeans. The taste of himself on Harry’s tongue had Draco groaning as he began to stroke him quickly, knowing that Harry must be nearly as worked up as he had been. Sure enough, he had Harry coming all over both their chests in less than a minute, groaning and jerking in his lap. Draco had the presence of mind to clean them both up as Harry collapsed against his chest, panting harshly.
“You’re staying the night.”
Draco knew it was more of a demand than a request and he smiled. “Whatever you want.”
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