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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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England played Ireland and it was a tight match. When the leprechauns rained their gold down on us Weasley handed me some.
                “I’ll pay you to keep your shirt on.”
                “You know that disappears, so if I take it my shirt will disappear too.”
                “Blimey, can’t have that happen.” and he tossed it away with a laugh.
                “Weasley?”
                “Yeah?”
                “Thank you.”
                He looks at me, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “For what?”
                “For inviting me. To your home, to the match. For being ok with Potter and me. For accepting me.”
                His eyebrows shoot up. “Wow.” he shifts uncomfortably. “I wasn’t expecting that. Look Malfoy, I’m going to be honest. I was not real happy about him going to see you after that day in your shop. I understand that he needed you to hear him out. He’s gone on about it for years. He’s defended you and your family over and over. He admitted to me, but not Hermione, that you said you were gay. I told him not to act on it, he doesn’t listen well. But after we had dinner that night I could tell you were different. You weren’t you at all. Not that I wanted you to act like you did in school mind you. You seem defeated and it was really hard to see. I’ve seen changes in you and him, both for the better. You are always welcome at my home mate.” He clapped me on the back and smiled at me.
                I was amazed that these people that I insulted and picked on could be so willing to accept me into their lives. I smiled back.
The Quidditch match lasted five hours. England won by 10 points and they caught the snitch.
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                Weasley and Granger head back to their house after the match.
                “Do you want to come over?” I ask. I look at my watch, it’s 6pm.
                “Sure.”
                We apparate into my flat and he sits down on the couch again.
                “I told my parents about us.”
                “You did?” He sits up and looks at me, concern in his eyes.
                “It actually went really well. There was no yelling and Mother only cried because she was happy for me. I was surprised. Father is still struggling with me being gay, but he was ok with me dating you.”
                “Wow.”
                I sit beside him and take his hand. “They want me to be happy and they can see that I am happy, now.”
                “I’m happy too.” he says as he leans against me and squeezes my hand.
                We sit that way for a while.
                “Do you think you would be able to stay?”
He raises his head and looks at me. “Really?”
                “I know we both have to get up tomorrow but we can set an alarm this time.” I say with a smile.
                “I’d love to stay.”
                I stand and pull him up with me and lead him to my bedroom.
                “It’s a bit early to go to bed isn’t it?” He asks.
                “It’s a bit early go to go sleep.”
                “Oh.” He looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
                We get to the bed and I stop beside it and face him. I take his glasses off of him and put them on the side table, then I pulled his shirt up over his head. He never moves, just lets me do what I’m doing. I pull my own shirt off. My breathing becomes a bit shallower and my chest has that flutter feeling in it, like a snitch beating its wings. I stare into his eyes as I undo his pants and push them down. He takes off his shoes and steps out of his jeans. I do the same.
                I step towards him and our bodies touch, from legs to our lips. His skin is hot and smooth as I run my hands up his back and kiss him, gently. I turn him so that his back is to the bed and lay him down. He adjusts so he’s on the bed properly and I crawl in beside him. He rolls on his side so he’s facing me. I gently push him back so that he’s on his back again.
                “I want to touch you.” I say to him. I do, I want to touch every part of him. I start by running my fingers up the inside of his arm and I can see goose bumps covering his skin. I trace my way up to his collarbone and across his throat and down the other arm and back up. I place a flat hand on his stomach and rub up to his chest, up the side of his neck and into his hair. He leans his head into my hand. His eyes are closed and he’s breathing hard through his nose. His bottom lip caught between his teeth.
                I sit up and position myself so that I’m sitting between his feet. I put my hands on his ankles and run my hands up his legs and over his muscular thighs to his hips and back down. I turn my hands so that my palms are on the outsides of his legs my fingers wrapped to the backs and I repeat the motion and my hands run over his arse. His body shivers. I lay down beside him and kiss him gently at the base of his neck and run my fingers down his chest and stomach, stopping at the patch of hair. My fingers lightly slide up his length and back down, he lets out a sigh.
                I repeat the entire process starting at the inside of his wrist, but this time I use my mouth. I alternate between kissing and lightly licking. Up his arms, across his chest, from his ankles to his hip bones. His breathing is heavier now and I love the sound. I places soft light kisses up his length and then back down. Potter moans and I close my eyes at the sound.
                I move back up to kiss him. Deep and slow, full of passion, want, and need. He grabs my hip and pulls me toward him, our bodies slide together and the urgency increases in the kiss. He pushes at me to get me on my back as he continues to kiss me, biting at my lip, my chin, my neck. His hand runs down my stomach and he wraps his hand around me. I moan. He flicks his tongue across my chest and down my stomach. I can feel his breath on my head and my body jerks involuntarily. He runs his tongue along the slit and I let out a strangled moan. Then he starts at the base and runs his tongue all the way up, repeatedly. Up the sides, the underside, the top until my entire dick is covered in his saliva. He runs his tongue in circles around the head and then kisses the tip.
                He kisses back up my chest, to my lips. “I want you.” I whisper against his lips.
                He opens his eyes and looks at me. “You have me.”
                “I…” I’m suddenly embarrassed. “I want to feel you… inside me.”
                “Are you sure?” he asks he looks concerned. “I don’t want to do anything you aren’t ready for.”
                “I’m sure.” He kisses me tenderly on the lips and then nods.
                “Tell me if anything hurts. I don’t want to hurt you.”
                I nod back.
                He lies down beside me, facing me, and pulls my top leg over his hips. He sticks a finger into his mouth and sucks on it. I’m excited and nervous at the same time. He never takes his eyes off mine. I know he’s watching me for any sign that I’m uncomfortable. This causes my heart to swell because he cares and I can see it.
                He runs his hand between my legs and gently places his finger to my opening. I tense and he stops moving. I relax and give a tiny nod. He doesn’t proceed; he gives me a questioning look. I kiss him and nod again.
                “I can do some of this by magic.” he says.
                “No, no magic. I want you.” I whisper back.
                He starts massaging and I take a deep breath to keep relaxed. I feel his finger enter me and I tense again. He stops and starts to remove his hand. I shake my head no and take another deep breath. He slowly moves his finger around while sliding it farther inside. The feeling is a mixture of pain, excitement, and pleasure.
He kisses me and whispers. “Are you ok?”
“Yes.” our eye contact never wavering.
                He works his finger to the second ring of muscles and I work on relaxing some more. I can tell when his finger is completely inside, he slowly pulls it out and adds a second finger. He repeats the entire process. Never rushing, never looking away from my face. I bite my lip and let out a small grunt and he stops immediately.
                “Please don’t stop. I’m ok.” I whisper to him.
                He continues sliding his fingers slowly in and out of me until I don’t feel any more pain, just pleasure. I start to move with him and he leans in to kiss me. I’m grasping his sides and my eyes close.
                “Are you sure?” he asks again.
                “Yes.” it comes out on a breath.
                Without removing his fingers he rolls me on to my back and kneels between my legs. He pushes one leg up so that it’s bent at the knee and I pull the other one up and tilt my hips. He’s still looking straight into my eyes. He licks his other hand and rubs the head of his own cock with this spit, slowly removes his fingers and places his head against me. My breathing gets heavy. I love how he looks kneeling over me like that, with that look of concern on his face. He slowly presses against me and enters the first ring. I let out a little yelp and he freezes. My eyes are closed and I’m breathing fast. I open my eyes and look at him. He’s fighting to keep his eyes open as a look of pain crosses his face. I’m tight around the head of his dick. I nod at him and he continues. It’s slow and he is very aware of every look that crosses my face. He’s finally all the way inside of me and he stops moving. He leans down to kiss me. He’s giving me time to adjust, to relax.
                He pulls out slowly until just his head is still in me and then pushes in just as slowly.
                “Oh, God.” he moans
                He continues this multiple times. Almost painfully slow and he groans each time he enters me. I relax and I’m soon filled with nothing but warmth and pleasure.
                He must sense the change because he starts moving faster. He lowers himself over me and kisses me. I grab a hold of his sides. His stomach is rubbing over my dick and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it together.
                I grab his face and kiss him hard. He speeds up and I can hear our bodies slapping against each other. I come between us covering our stomachs. My back arches and I let out cry. As my cry dies off Potter lets out his own cry as he buries himself in me as deep as he can, grinding against me and I can feel his cock pumping me full.
                He brushes my hair out of my face. “Are you ok?”
                I chuckle, “I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me.”
                “You’re sure?”
                “Yes.”
                He slides himself out of me and my body responds with a violent shudder. He lies down beside me and wraps an arm around my chest.
                “Where’s my wand? I’ll clean us up.” he asks.
                “I was thinking we could take a shower.”
                “Holy hell. I’m not even sure I can stand right now.”
                I chuckle again and kiss his neck.
                “I’m going to take a shower.” I slide out of bed and head for the bathroom. I turn the shower on and let the water get hot. I look at myself in the mirror. My hair is a mess, my lips are swollen, I have stubble burn on my cheeks and neck, my stomach is a sticky mess.   I smile at my reflection and run a hand through my hair. I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt this way before.
                I step into the shower and brace my hands against the wall and lean into the stream of water. I hear the shower door open behind me and I smile as the water rushes over me.
                “Thought you might need some help with those hard to reach places.”
                “That’s very kind of you.” I say as he reaches round me and grabs the soap.
                He starts scrubbing my back and I sigh. I can feel my body respond and I can’t believe it after everything we’ve just done. He runs his hand around my waist to my stomach and up my chest. He’s pressed up against me and I can feel that he’s getting hard again.
                He runs his hands down and wraps his soapy fingers around me, stroking. His slick hand gliding over me, arousing me even more.
                “Merlin, Potter. Are you trying to kill me?”
                “Not at all.” he says in a husky voice that sends a shiver down my spine.
                He continues to stroke me until I’m completely hard, then ducks under my arm so that he’s standing in front of me. He pulls me into a kiss while the water runs over us.
                He reaches behind and turns the water off and drags me out of the shower, still kissing me. We stumble over each other back to the bed, dripping wet. He pushes me onto the bed and crawls on top of me, kissing me deeply, urgently. He bits at my bottom lip, harder than normal and I wonder if I’m bleeding.
                “I want you.” he growls into my ear. He sounds desperate and I feel my cock twitch. He kisses down my neck and sucks. I know there will be a mark. We can’t seem to touch each other enough.
                “I want to feel you, please.” He’s practically begging
                He leans down and sucks my throbbing cock into this mouth, almost violently but it’s exhilarating. I gasp and grab his head.
                He sucks vigorously at me and my brain gets foggy. “Stop” I gasp out. “Dear lord, please stop. I’m going to cum”
                He releases my and crawls back up the bed, grabbing me and pulling me up. He’s kneeling and I kneel to face him. He fists his hand into my hair and kisses me again, then turns so his back is towards me and he gets down on his hands and knees.
                Water is glistening on his back and arse and his body is shaking, from cold or arousal I don’t know. I put one hand on his arse and massage. I run my finger from the cleft, over his entrance, and to his balls and back up. He pushes back against my hand, my dick aching to enter him.
                I run my hand through my hair to wet my fingers and gently probe, slowly sliding one finger in, he bucks against my hand, forcing himself down on my finger. He groans and I can feel my dick dripping. I move my finger around and then add a second, working him open.
                “Now, please.” he says as he grinds on my fingers.
                I move forward and remove my fingers and position myself. I slowly press against him and he gasps. I pause and I can’t believe how tight he is. My breath catches and I can’t breathe for a moment. I press a little farther through, slowly entering him.
                “God. Yes.” He gasps.
                I’m all the way in and I have to stop for a minute. I’m ready to come again and I want this to last. He’s grinding against me and I grab his hips to stop him. He whimpers or maybe it was me. I’m in control again and I pull back out and a groan is ripped from my chest. I start pumping in and out as turned on by the sounds he makes as I am by the feel of him around my dick. I hold his hips and pump faster.
                I make a series of grunts that may have once been words. I slow down and Potter lets out a pitiful whine. I start moving slowly in and out and I reach around to grab is dick. He yells out and thrusts back on me, pushing me into him as far as possible. He stays that way and starts rocking his hips, while I start to slide my hand up and down him. Slowly at first, then faster, tightening my grip on him, matching his speed.
                His whole body tightens as he comes in waves. His muscles squeeze around me and I know I won’t last much longer. I grab his hips and thrust into until I come, filling him.
                Both of us breathe in ragged pants. I slowly pull out of him and we lie down beside each other. Neither of us says a word as our breathing becomes regular. Potter takes my hand and laces his fingers through mine.
                “Can I use magic to clean us now?” he says in a dry raspy voice.
                I nod, because I still can’t speak. He cleans us and his wand clatters to the floor.
                Somehow we manage to get under the covers and he nestles his head on my chest. The last thought I have before drifting off to sleep is that somehow having him beside me like this feels even better than anything else we’ve done.
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