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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
- 15
- 16
- 17
A/N: dablksaiyangurl: Lol, all good :) And yes, please do keep reviewing! Aruthur will come along eventually, just not yet.
AnonymousTigress: Lily will be in the next chapter, guaranteed :)
Severus1snape: Thank you!!!

Draco, as it turned out, was one of the horniest people Harry had ever met. Being woken the next morning to the sensation of having his earlobe sucked on was yet another entirely new experience for him; one that he discovered he quite liked. Draco’s scent washed over him, still slightly musky from their activities the night before and so incredibly masculine that Harry’s head began to swim with desire before he was even fully awake. Humming in appreciation as he leant back into Draco’s touch earned him a deep chuckle in his ear.
“It’s about time you woke up.”
“Mmm? What’s the time?”
Harry raised his head so he could blink blurrily at the clock on his bedside. The darkness in the room made it impossible for him to make out the numbers without his glasses, however, and he glanced back over his shoulder to see Draco smirking at him.
“5am.”
“5?” Harry groaned as he threw himself back down onto his pillows, almost all of the thoughts of how good this felt swiftly leaving his mind. “Bugger off, Malfoy.”
Another deep chuckle behind him sent a delightful shiver through Harry’s stomach, but he resolutely tried to ignore it. This was way too early for him to be up when he was facing an entire day of stress and boredom at work, no matter how good Draco was capable of making him feel. Unfortunately for Harry, it seemed that Draco was just as determined as he was that he would get his own way. Harry held his breath as Draco’s hot lips trailed a line down his spine. Each kiss, each small nip against his skin seemed to be enhanced by the darkness and silence surrounding them and Harry was beginning to have problems keeping still by the time Draco reached the middle of his back.
“I actually need to talk to you about something.”
Talk? Harry clenched the sheet in his hands in an attempt to not groan out loud. After waking him up a few hours before he usually awoke and spending the last few minutes working him up, Draco wanted to talk? Huffing the breath had been holding out through his nose, Harry rolled over onto his back, very pointedly giving Draco a view of his half-hard cock.
“Can’t it wait?”
Draco shot him another smirk. “I can multitask.”
Draco may very well have been able to multitask, but it seemed to Harry that he was in no hurry to demonstrate that ability. Moving back up Harry’s body, Draco began the slow torture again. He started just below Harry’s left ear this time, slowly nibbling and kissing his way downwards. Harry’s eyes closed involuntarily as pleasure began to build in his stomach and he tilted his head back to allow Draco better access.
“Ginevra has been to the Prophet already.”
Something in the back of Harry’s mind registered the scorn in Draco’s voice when he said Ginny’s name, but the rest of him was more focussed on what Draco’s lips were doing, rather than what they were saying. With the massive waves of lust washing through him, Harry was incredibly tempted to just give in to his desires and allow Draco to do whatever he wanted to him. However, he knew that Draco wouldn’t allow that. He trailed his hands up Draco’s sides instead, enjoying the small intake of breath it caused. It was Draco nipping sharply at his Adam’s apple that forced Harry’s mind back to the present.
“I thought she would have. How did you know?”
A sucking sensation at the base of his throat told Harry that Draco had moved on again and he let out what sounded very much like a whimper. Clenching his hands, Harry knew that his nails must be digging into the pale skin of Draco’s shoulders, but he found it was impossible for him to unclench them.
“The always charming Mrs. Archibald stalked me through Diagon yesterday afternoon. She gave me a copy of Ginevra’s side of the story while we had tea.” There was something to the tone of Draco’s voice that told Harry that there was much more to that meeting than what Draco had said, but Harry was rapidly losing his ability to concentrate on anything other than what Draco was doing to him. “She’s getting impatient, Harry. I need you to write down your side.”
Harry’s breath hissed out of him as Draco sucked hard on one of his nipples, sending pleasure jolting through him. He had never realised that his nipples were so sensitive to rough treatment before Draco began paying attention to them, but he was incredibly grateful for the realisation now. Arching into the touch, he knew he had to do something about the ache building in his groin.
“Fuck me or talk at me, Draco. I can’t do both.”
Draco’s laugh vibrated through Harry’s chest again and he groaned. “What would you do if I decided talking was more important than you getting off?”
Raising his head to look Draco in the eye, Harry grinned. “I’d make you watch as I showed you what you were missing.”
“You would too, wouldn’t you?”
Draco quickly moved up so that he could claim Harry’s lips in a harsh kiss, preventing him from responding. The friction caused by the slide of Draco’s skin against his had Harry groaning in appreciation again and he wriggled in an attempt to gain as much pleasure out of their current position as possible. He had discovered that if he opened his legs or offered himself in some way, it often caused Draco to move faster. Doing so this time brought their hips together in a very satisfying way and Harry jerked in response. He was rapidly losing control over his reactions and was just about to break the kiss to demand to be taken when Draco broke it for him.
“Roll over.”
“No.”
“Excuse me?” Draco raised a pale eyebrow, but the snotty look was ruined by the flush of his cheeks.
“Face-to-face. I want to see you.”
Harry raised his knees so he could hook his ankles around Draco’s back, not knowing if this would make the position easier or not, but determined now that he had said it. He watched Draco’s reaction, thankful that he was close enough so he could still make out his features in the gloom. He seemed to be struggling with something and Harry reached automatically to brush his fingers through Draco’s hair. The move caused Draco to shiver and Harry smiled in response.
“You’re a lot bossier this early in the morning.”
Harry took this for confirmation that he would get his way and grinned. It seemed that he had been right about the position they were in: Draco grabbed hold of his thighs and pushed them as far back as Harry could comfortably take before settling down against him again. It was so much more intimate being face-to-face that Harry hardly dared to even breathe as Draco cast the charms. He unclenched his hands from where they had been on Draco’s shoulders and moved them so they rested on Draco’s hips instead, suddenly nervous about what they were about to do.
“Breathe, Harry. This is no different to any other time we’ve been together.”
Harry swallowed hard and nodded. He didn’t really believe a word Draco had said, but he knew he had to at least try to relax. Focussing on just how good he knew this could feel, he closed his eyes as he felt Draco pushing forward. It seemed to Harry that he was filled much faster this time than any other time and he automatically arched into Draco, biting down on his bottom lip at the sensation. Thankfully, Draco went much slower than usual and he caused Harry very little pain, although whether this was because of the new position or because Draco had realised just how nervous Harry was, Harry had no idea.
As focussed as he was on his own worry, Harry didn’t realise he was being watched closely until he met Draco’s eyes. With the pupils dilated, Harry could only just make out a small sliver of grey around the edges of Draco’s eyes, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. There was something there, some kind of spark of emotion that Harry had never really seen directed at him before. Sure, he had seen lust; it almost came with the territory of being the man who had defeated Voldemort. He had also seen the kind of affection that Ginny had once looked at him with, but this was something different even from that. There was something raw, something almost primal about the emotion in Draco’s eyes and Harry wanted more of it.
“Dra–”
He was cut off as Draco slammed their mouths together in a kiss that Harry was fairly certain had drawn blood. Meeting Draco with the same kind of passion, Harry kissed him back, shoving his tongue into Draco’s mouth with just as much enthusiasm. A small whimper escaped him when he felt Draco begin to move; slowly at first, but increasing in tempo as he realised that Harry wasn’t objecting. Harry slid his hands along Draco’s back again, using them to pull him closer as the pleasure built steadily inside him. The sensation of having the kind of friction he craved during sex without having to provide it himself was bringing Harry apart a lot faster than usual and he groaned as he broke the kiss.
“Fuck, Draco... Good, so good...”
He knew he was babbling, but really didn’t care at this point. He had Draco exactly where he had been craving having him for a while now and it was good. He whined a little when Draco changed angle, managing to brush against his prostate.
“There, right there...” Harry let out a high-pitched sound that he would have been embarrassed by if he had not been stretching, reaching for orgasm so intensely. “Close... Please, please.”
It took one hard slam against his prostate to tip Harry over the edge. The pleasure that crashed through him caused him to see stars and he was only just barely aware of Draco crying out at the same time and freezing on top of him. What did register with him was Draco’s weight landing on him the second his body stopped spasming. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco automatically, holding him as he trembled. The only sound in the room was the combination of their heavy breathing as they attempted to catch their breath.
“Please tell me this room is Silenced,” Draco gasped after a few minutes, causing Harry to huff out a small laugh.
“Lily’s upstairs and sleeps like the dead. But yes, it is.”
“Mmm, never would have picked you as a screamer.”
“Never had a reason to be before now.” Harry turned his head so he could nip at the side of Draco’s neck and smiled at the small chuckle he received in return.
“I should probably leave before Lily wakes.” There was reluctance in Draco’s voice and Harry was about to object when he spoke again. “I wouldn’t want the first impression your daughter had of me to be scruffy and smelling like I’d spent the night fucking you senseless, would I?”
Harry’s objections died on his tongue. Draco was right, he knew it. If they wanted this to last, then they both had to make good first impressions with the various children they had to eventually meet.
“Will I see you again today?” He more felt Draco’s smile than saw it. “You’ll need to get my side of the story, after all.”
“Tomorrow. You can owl me the story and I’ll put it together for Yasmine to publish.”
An ache filled Harry’s chest, but he resolutely ignored it. Draco was right again: getting his side of the story out at the same time as Ginny’s had to take precedence over him getting laid, no matter what his libido told him. He moved his hands so he could brush one set of fingers along Draco’s hairline.
“You’re sure you’re ready for this? Because it isn’t going to be very pretty.”
Draco pulled back from him, his smirk firmly back in place as he cast cleansing charms over the both of them. “You’re speaking to a second-generation Death Eater, Harry. I’ve had curses cast at me from the unlikeliest of people in the days following the end of the War, so I doubt it will come as much of a surprise when it starts up again.”
Harry watched him as he stood to dress, searching out his clothing from where they had tossed it the night before. While he knew that letting Draco go right now was what he had to do – and that he would see him again soon – he did not want to leave the night how they were at the moment. Leaving the bed as quietly as he could, he waited for Draco to dress himself before moving to scoop him into his arms. Placing a quick kiss on Draco’s lips obviously surprised him and Harry grinned.
“Lily has a thing for potions and milk chocolate.”
“You’re suggesting I bribe her with sweets and potions ingredients?”
“No, it’s more of a warning than a suggestion. You’ll be bombarded by questions if you don’t bribe her with chocolate.” Harry grinned again when Draco rolled his eyes. “Go now; let me sleep for once.”
Harry didn’t quite hear Draco’s response as he exited the room, but it sure did sound like a threat of not allowing Harry any sleep at all. He was smiling as he fell back into the bed, content and satisfied.
*~*
Draco sighed as he lay sprawled along the length of the lounge down in his basement workroom. He knew that once again he had given too much away that morning and that Harry had noticed again. It was becoming more and more difficult for Draco to hide his emotions from Harry, especially when they were intimate and the thought scared him a little. He knew these fears stemmed partially from the fact that he had not had a proper relationship since before he and Astoria had married and partially from the worry that he would allow himself to fall for Harry, then be dumped once Harry worked out what he really wanted. However, despite these kinds of thoughts, he had never once regretted making the decision to stick with Harry through this.
These fears were also the reason he had run that morning. Of course, the excuse he had given Harry was a perfectly valid one; he certainly didn’t want to terrify or disgust Lily the first time he met her. However, it had just been an excuse, no matter how accurate it was. The realisation that Harry had noticed something had sent panic straight through Draco’s chest and the excuse had came flying out of his mouth seemingly of its own accord. He knew that having this kind of reaction to these feelings wasn’t the best thing in the world, especially if he wanted this relationship to continue, but he was finding it difficult to change his habits. The sound of footsteps on the stairs jerked him back to the present.
“This just came for you.”
Astoria smiled as she tossed a rolled up piece of parchment at him. Draco nodded his thanks and unrolled it, smiling a little when he recognised Harry’s untidy scrawl. A quick scan of the first two lines told him this was his account of everything that had happened and he nodded with satisfaction. He would read it over later to make sure it was actually readable by someone unused to deciphering Harry’s chicken scratch. He glanced up when he heard Astoria moving one of the chairs they usually sat in over near his lounge.
“Was there something else?”
Astoria sat in the chair and stared at him for longer than Draco was comfortable with. He was about to break the silence when she spoke.
“I think you love him.”
“Come on, Tori,” Draco scoffed. “He hasn’t even spoken to his wife about divorce. Do you really think I’d be stupid enough to fall in love with him when there’s absolutely no guarantee he’ll ever reciprocate?”
“I think we can’t choose who we fall for. I think you’ve fallen hard for him, but you just can’t see it yet. Or maybe that you fell for him in school and you’ve just repressed it. Or maybe–”
“Hang on, hang on!” Draco held up a hand to stop her, sitting up at the same time. “You don’t honestly believe this, do you?”
She grinned. “That Draco Malfoy, ice queen, could only have his heart melted by a fiery Gryffindor?”
Draco groaned at her choice of cliché. “I’m burning those romance novels the second I get back upstairs.” He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “I think I’d know if I was in love.”
“Sometimes love can be instantaneous, other times it takes years to develop. I think that on some level, you and Harry have loved each other for years. Neither of you have been capable of expressing it, though, so it came out in different ways. All those years of fighting and sniping at each other – even your dislike of everything Weasley – I think it can all stem from the fact that you’ve loved each other for years.” She shrugged as she stood. “It’s kind of sweet, really.”
Watching her as she departed, Draco simply shook his head. Surely he would know if he was in love with Harry, right? That wasn’t something you missed recognising. Placing the parchment carefully to the side where it wouldn’t be destroyed, he forcibly shoved the thoughts to the back of his mind. He didn’t love Harry; this had to be one of the times that Astoria’s intuition was completely off-base.
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