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19 Years and 5 Minutes Later	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 58417 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any characters related to that series; they are JK Rowling's. I make no money from this.

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
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- 19
A/N: Thanks for the comments guys!
This is just a short, quite porny chapter because I've been sick. But I figured short and porny was better than nothing :)

THE POTTER/MALFOY AFFAIR IN FULL! We have the only exclusive double account of the breakup of The Saviour’s marriage and the men who caused it!
Harry rolled his eyes and threw the Prophet back onto the table in front of him. True, they might have had the only exclusive account of what had happened between he and Ginny, but that hadn’t stopped them from sensationalising every tiny detail. He had read through the entire thing the day before when it had come out and, while Yasmine had kept her promise and printed their accounts exactly as they had provided them, she had also added in ‘exclusive extras’. There were quotes from ‘anonymous sources’, a pictorial of his and Draco’s interactions over the years since the War ended, another of Ginny’s interactions with various men over the years and an account of what they called ‘mounting speculation’ over which of the kids were actually Harry’s. It was that last that had struck home the hardest for Harry. He had no real doubt over James and Albus, mostly because they had physical features of his. It was Lily that terrified him. With her red hair and brown eyes, she was the spitting image of Ginny, with the only real trait of Harry’s being her tendency for bluntness and sarcasm. Shaking his head to clear it, he moved onto the next newspaper.
CHEATING, LIES AND SCANDAL! How Harry Potter destroyed his own marriage!
He scoffed at this one and tossed it towards the fireplace. It was a headline from a slightly more obscure local paper that was circulated in only a small area. Hermione had gathered as many papers as possible and sent them to him in a bundle the day before after they had come out so he knew what to expect.
WHAT ELSE HAVE THEY BEEN HIDING? Our exclusive on the Potter/Weasley extramarital affairs!
He read the first two sentences of this article before deciding that they had used the headline as a way to entice people to buy the issue and threw it to join the others in his fireplace. It appeared to hold none of the information that he had provided the Prophet so, therefore, it was useless. At least he would have no need for kindling for a while.
Glancing out the dark window into the street, he had to shake his head at himself. He didn’t think he knew anyone who would willingly get up at 5 in the morning so they could go through newspaper articles about themselves that they knew would only tell them that the entire world didn’t believe them. Sitting back into the lounge chair in front of his warm fire, he sighed. Yesterday had been difficult, but not impossible. He had arrived at work to be confronted by three Howlers, two of which had exploded before he could open them, spewing their hatred of him for all to hear. It had been after this that the security department had managed to place charms around the Auror Department that prevented Howlers from being delivered there. They were to be collected in the mailroom so he could go down there at the end of the day and let them all loose. Most Howlers did not explode until they came into close proximity of their recipient, so the people who worked in the mailroom would be safe from them until he got down there.
His receptionist had been acting icy towards him the entire day, as had the lunch ladies and many of the people he had seen in the hallways. None of them had confronted him directly yet, though, which he was thankful for. In all honestly, he had been expecting a confrontation with someone, but it simply hadn’t happened. Not at work, at least. His hands clenched at the thought and he couldn’t help wishing that he had kept at least some of the Firewhisky that he had dumped down the drain that first weekend at the house.
He sighed again. He had never had a problem with confronting people, with facing things head on. Today was going to be different to anything else he had faced with that kind of attitude, though. Today was the day that he would confront Ginny. She had sent him a letter the day before, asking him to bring Lily to The Burrow, then to continue on to the house they had shared with the kids. He knew that she would have been shocked by what the Prophet had printed, especially since it seemed to him that Yasmine had not said a word to her about having Harry’s account. The letter, however, had been surprisingly civil. It had not been a Howler, had not included any recriminations and had held no jinxes or curses. The only things Ginny had written, in fact, had been the instructions to drop Lily off where she would be safe and to meet her at their old house. Nothing else had been included, which Harry found a little suspicious, but he was going to go into this with an open mind. If Ginny was willing to be civil, then all the better. If she wanted a screaming match, however, he was probably at the point where he could also provide that as well.
He had examined his feelings for her and come to the conclusion that what he had felt for her over the years had been closer to a possessive friendship than real, actual love. What he felt for Hermione was close to what he had felt for Ginny, without the sense of her being his. Ginny had, for years, been his and his only – at least in his mind. When he had compared those feelings to what he was feeling for Draco these days, it was like comparing polar opposites. He knew he was experiencing real, true sexual desire for the first time in years and it was a little overwhelming at times. The pull to touch him, to be near him, to taste him had astounded Harry the first time he had felt it and it was something he had come to crave. The kind of tension between the two of them these days was a good tension and was something Harry thought he had only vaguely experienced once with Ginny. If that.
Of course, the sex was brilliant these days in comparison as well. He smiled as he stretched, enjoying the ache in his arse and thighs. He didn’t ever remember fantasising about being in the kinds of positions he now regularly got into for Draco, but he rarely fantasised about anything else these days. The nights he and Draco didn’t see each other generally found Harry either lying on his bed or in the shower, wanking to the memory of the last time they had been together. Stretching his arms along the back of the lounge, he closed his eyes and relaxed, wondering if it would be wrong of him to indulge himself while Draco was asleep upstairs in his bed. It would certainly put him in a much better frame of mind before meeting with Ginny later on.
“I thought you didn’t generally get up until well after seven on a weekend.”
There was humour in Draco’s voice, but probably not for the same reason a wide smile spread across Harry’s face. Attempting to push aside the dirty thoughts Draco’s words had brought to the forefront of his mind, he turned to meet Draco’s eyes. Desire shot through him when he got a look at him as he moved into the firelight: seeing him rumpled from both sleep and sex was a much bigger turn-on than seeing him all neat and tidy. Harry stood to draw him into a kiss as he moved closer.
“Lily definitely won’t be awake for hours,” Harry whispered as Draco wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him closer. He very deliberately pressed his hardening cock into Draco’s hip as he took another step, enjoying the flash of lust through his grey eyes. “Why are you up?”
Draco eyed him for a few seconds, his breathing becoming obviously controlled, which caused Harry to grin. “I keep odd hours because certain ingredients required for my work can only be picked during the night.” He paused to grab Harry’s arse and pull him flush up against his chest, putting a pressure on Harry’s erection that sent his head spinning for a few seconds. “You didn’t answer me.”
Adjusting his position slightly to the side caused Harry’s cock to slide against Draco’s through the pyjama bottoms they both still wore and Draco’s breathing to hitch a little. Keeping eye contact, Harry moved his hands so he could brush along Draco’s prominent cheekbones with his thumbs.
“You didn’t ask.”
“Are you really going to quibble over trivialities, Potter?”
Before Harry could even think about responding, his mouth was assaulted, with Draco’s tongue demanding entrance. He opened with a hum of appreciation, finally giving in to the desire now raging through him. His hands roamed restlessly, travelling from Draco’s shoulders, down his back and back up again before coming to rest with one tangled through his hair and the other in the middle of Draco’s back. He let out a whine that caused a small blush to begin on his cheeks when Draco broke the kiss.
“Well?”
His mind crowded with enough lust to wipe everything else from his mind, Harry growled and thrust his hips, shuddering as the friction sent an electric jolt of pleasure through him. “I’m up because you are too fucking sexy for my mental health. Now are you going to fuck me, or am I going to have a wank in the shower?”
Harry blamed Draco being able to easily trip him up so he could lay him down on the hearthrug beneath them on the fact that he was so turned on he was having trouble even breathing. Being lowered slowly to the floor with Draco gripping his waist and shoulders tightly was an experience Harry had never thought he would have, but it was oddly nice. He nearly snorted as he realised that he had just thought of the man about to fuck him senseless as ‘nice’ as Draco lay down on top of him.
“Have you always been this foul-mouthed when you’re turned on?”
“Don’t know; it’s been too long to remember anyone other than you.”
The whispered words seemed to have some kind of effect on Draco that Harry had not intended, as he closed his eyes and took a shaky breath before continuing. These little interludes had become more and more frequent over the weeks they had been together; when Draco would pause in whatever they were doing and seem to compose himself before continuing. It was endearing to Harry to know that he could have that kind of effect on someone as experienced as Draco, but it also prompted questions he was unsure if he was ready to ask. The most prominent one, of course, was what did those small reactions mean about Draco’s feelings towards him? Was it too early for Harry to be questioning whether Draco loved him? He had admitted to ‘wanting’ him since their fifth year at Hogwarts, so what if those emotions never left? What if starting this had just enhanced whatever crush Draco had been harbouring on Harry and he had fallen for him? And, in that case, did Harry love him back? The questions were cleared from his mind when Draco let out a frustrated grunt and Vanished their pyjama bottoms, giving him access to Harry’s now-throbbing cock. Draco hooked his arms around Harry’s thighs and raised them so he could settle against his body.
“Draco?” Harry’s voice was breathless with the combination of desire and the pressure of having Draco’s weight on top of him. “What–”
His words were cut off when Draco muttered the charms and pressed forward. It wasn’t anywhere near as violent as their first times had been, with Draco thrusting in harshly and only just giving Harry enough time to adjust to him, but Harry found himself reacting in a similar fashion. He bit down on his bottom lip and held his breath as he was breached, enjoying the sensation of being filled. When Draco came to rest against his body, he opened his eyes to see that he was being watched with a level of desire he had never experienced before. It sent a wave of responding desire through him strong enough that he reached up to pull Draco down into a harsh kiss in order to satisfy some of the desperate need that accompanied the feeling.
“Harry,” Draco gasped a few seconds later as the arms he was supporting himself on began to tremble.
“Move.”
Draco complied immediately, drawing out and thrusting back in swiftly. This time was a little more frantic than Harry was used to, but he found it enhanced the sensations in a completely different way. Draco’s obvious need of him in that moment was sending Harry closer to the edge of orgasm than he knew he should be at that point and he began moving his hands all over him in an attempt to help him along faster as well. It had been easy for Draco to discover Harry’s hotspots early on in their relationship, but it had taken a bit longer for Harry, as they hadn’t been face-to-face during sex until quite recently. Trailing his fingers lightly over the very top of Draco’s right thigh tended to cause him to groan, but that move was rather impractical when he was moving. The only other way Harry had discovered to cause a reaction of that kind was to bite down on his collarbone – also impractical at that moment. Instead, he reached down and began exploring the sensitive skin around Draco’s bollocks, which were tight and heavy, telling Harry that he wouldn’t have to do much. He worked one hand in between them so he could stroke himself and sent the other down to press against Draco’s perineum. It caused Draco to lose his rhythm and swear profusely.
“Christ... Keep doing that... and you’ll be... finishing yourself off...”
Harry grinned in response and pressed again. The deep groan Draco let out as one of his arms seemed to give way, half-dropping him onto Harry’s chest, was all the encouragement he needed. He waited a few seconds until Draco seemed to get some of the lost tempo back before pressing down again. Draco stilled on top of him this time, his eyes squeezed shut tight.
“Harry...”
“Come for me, Draco.”
Harry squeezed his muscles and pressed again, this time adding a bit more pressure. Draco let out a small whimper before thrusting in raggedly a few more times. He bit down on Harry’s shoulder as he came, his hips thrusting in small jerks as he emptied himself into Harry. His hand still working frantically, Harry managed to bring himself to orgasm a few seconds after Draco, his hand stroking until he had nothing left to give. The second he removed his hand from between them, Draco collapsed down on top of him, panting heavily. Harry lowered his legs and wrapped his arms around Draco’s shoulders and back, instinctively holding him as he caught his breath.
“That is why I was up, Draco,” Harry murmured into Draco’s ear and found that, while small, the puff of a laugh he received in response was more than worth it.
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