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Acts of Life	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21189 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Nineteen—Undressing
            Harry tilted his head back as he felt Draco’s fingers on the nape of his neck, and brushing along his hair, and edging down his ribs.
            He felt as if someone had flung him off a cliff without his broom, and then he had found out that he could fly after all.
            But he couldn’t see the ground yet. He saw only the inside of his robe as Draco drew it over his head, and then Draco’s breathing stuttered and stopped. Harry glanced over his shoulder in concern.
            Draco was standing with his eyes fastened on Harry’s back as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Harry decided he was just going take that as praise instead of Draco being disgusted by what he looked like, and so he stretched and bent forwards and laid his hands on the back of the chair he’d been sitting in.
            “Like what you see?” he whispered, and waited patiently for the sight of him half-naked and his voice to do its work.
*
            He looks like he’s been through a war.
            But of course, Harry had. And it wasn’t even so much Harry’s scars or his extreme thinness that intrigued Draco. What he could see were the marks of a life well and hard-lived. He reached out and let his hand begin to trace the markings and the edges there as he had traced the nape of Harry’s neck before he pulled his robe over his head.
            Harry shivered in a way that made Draco sure he was doing something right. And he remembered that Harry had asked a question. He managed to answer it, though it was through a swelling thickness that seemed to be lodged in the bottom of his throat and all around his words.
            “Yes. You have no idea.” He reached out and pushed a little on Harry’s right shoulder, to see what would happen.
            Harry swayed and a guttural noise cameo out of his mouth. Draco lost his head. He reached forwards and stripped Harry of his pants in much the same motion, and then he knelt down and laid his face against Harry’s arse.
            Harry was groaning and panting in a combination of noises that made Draco mental. He still had a few pieces of clothing to go, though, so he took off Harry’s shoes and socks without removing his eyes, this time, from the firm flesh of Harry’s arse. He was licking his lips to try and restrain his tongue, and it seemed that he failed each time. He finally had to sit back and whisper, “Can you face me?”
            Harry turned around, stumbling. His eyes were big and dazed, and his feet moved as if he was walking on unstable ground. Draco sat back, smiling, and let his gaze run up and down Harry’s legs in a leisurely way, before he looked at the prize.
            Harry’s cock was hard enough that it might be painful. Draco considered it was on him to relieve that pain. He reached out and took Harry in his hand, rolling him delicately between his fingers, murmuring to Harry when he opened his mouth in what might have been a howl. “It’s all right. Calm down and let me hold you.”
            And remarkably, Harry did. He closed his eyes and stood there with his muscles absurdly locked, as if he thought that Draco was going to support his whole weight with the hold at his groin. Draco stood up, smiling, and stroked him. Other than little shudders now and then, Harry didn’t move and made no attempt to escape.
            “Yeah,” Draco whispered to him. “Yeah, I think so.”
            He couldn’t even have said where the words were coming from, or what he thought so. He just knew that this was the way he wanted to stand and the way he wanted to hold Harry.
            Harry opened his mouth and tried to say something. Draco shook his head. Instead, he pushed Harry gently back into his seat and knelt in front of him.
            And then he didn’t take Harry into his mouth right away, either. He rolled his head back and forth, rubbing his cheeks up and down Harry’s inner thighs. Harry gasped and rutted against his face, in a way that made Draco’s eyes close with desire.
            Finally, he decided that he didn’t want to put this off any longer. Harry might be able to wait, but Draco doubted that he was going to be able to.
            He opened his mouth, and Harry thrust forwards with a little sob and buried himself in Draco’s tongue.
            Draco carefully worked his mouth around Harry, getting used to it, hearing his own excited breath leaving his nose so fast that it felt as if he was going to faint. But there it was, the balance he’d been seeking, and his mouth was tingling, and he had his hands out and gripping Harry’s thighs before he thought about what was happening.
            Harry had his eyes closed and was babbling nonsense under his breath, thrusting harder and harder. Draco didn’t mind that, really. It made it harder to balance, and his ankles were aching, and his mouth was aching, and he had to hold Harry’s legs so hard that those were probably aching, too, if Harry paid attention to them at all.
            But the expression on Harry’s face.
            Harry began to give sharp little jerks with his hips that Draco thought meant he was close to finishing. So he tried to relax his jaw and think about the way that Harry had sucked him, which meant his mind tumbled into the memory and his body lit up with pleasure and Harry thrust home and…
            Draco came at the same time Harry did, noisily, messily, and with his jaw and tongue stinging. But Harry reached shakily down to him and pulled him up and began kissing him, and he was swaying harder. So Draco went with it, and even delighted in the way that Harry kissed him so insistently, as if he thought his own taste was delicious.
            Draco hadn’t thought about it much one way or another, the taste. It was enough to know that he was in Harry’s arms and Harry was clamping him fiercely around the waist as if he had no intention of ever letting him go again.
            It was the answer to problems that had been nagging Draco in the back of his mind, although they never appeared to bother Harry. What was going to happen when more people learned about them? What if Weasley kept up her campaign to get some attention from Harry and managed to worm her way back into his life? Would Harry really stay with him?
            But now—not from the goodness of the sex or the soft murmurs Harry was dropping near his ear, but from the intense pressure Harry was putting on his ribs and back—Draco thought the answers were “It didn’t matter” and “Yes.”
*
            Harry woke up to the sound of the Floo, and an ache in his neck, and a heaviness draped over his legs that he didn’t understand. He blinked and tried to sit up, and the heaviness on top of him moaned and shifted.
            Then Harry understood. He had fallen asleep with Draco on the couch in the library. Draco was leaning on Harry, his head dangling towards the floor. His neck would probably hurt like hell when he woke up, Harry thought in amusement, but for now, he kept protesting only when Harry wanted to move him.
            There was also the sound of the Floo opening and the fact that Harry had to deal with that, but honestly, he wasn’t worried. He leaned back and watched in interest as the fire turned brilliant green.
            The person who came through was Hermine, squinting a little as though she’d been in such bright sunlight the change to the dim interior of Harry’s library was a shock. And then she saw him and Draco on the couch, and her mouth opened, and she went very still.
            Harry put his finger to his lips and winked at her. He didn’t think he needed to press much, though. Hermione understood. She understood everything with that single capacious glance, and then she stood there and shook her head at him.
            “I know you wanted someone different,” she murmured, never raising her voice. “But I never thought it would be him. Is there any particular reason it’s him?”
            Harry was sure that Draco was awake and listening, now. He nodded and kept stroking the back of Draco’s neck. “Of course there is. I like him and I’m attracted to him and I—I think I might be in love with him. I don’t know. It’s not like I ever felt it before, for sure. And we help each other and depend on each other.”
            Hermione shook her head again. “You’re going to have a hell of a time with the Weasleys when this comes out, you know.”
            “It’s not like I think most of them are going to come through the Floo and surprise us,” Harry said, rolling his eyes at her. “I’m going to tell them, not just have it come out.” He looked down when Draco stirred in his lap, putting an end to any suspicions that he might still be asleep. “And I hope Draco will be with me when I tell them.”
            Draco raised his head. His face had gone a slick, shiny red at the sight of Hermione, but he only nodded at her and then to Harry, before he leaned back on Harry’s lap. For all Harry knew, he was pulling Malfoy haughtiness tight around him to serve as a cloak and shield.
            “I will be,” he said, and his hand found Harry’s and squeezed tightly enough to hurt a little before he let go. “I wouldn’t want my lover to face something like this without me.”
            “Good,” said Harry. He smiled at Draco, leaned down, and kissed his forehead. Hermione gave a little flurried sound. Harry raised his head to study her. “You disapprove?”
            “I just—didn’t expect it, is all.” Hermione shrugged at them, and moved her eyes over to study Draco for a second. Draco looked back, calm and languid and disheveled. Harry bit his lip, because the last thing he wanted to do was burst out snickering when Hermione was taking this so well. “And I think that the Weasleys might not like it.”
            “They survived my breaking up with Ginny,” said Harry. “They’ll take it well or I’ll draw back from them a little.”
            “Not from Ron?”
            “I’m already a little more distant from him than I used to be,” Harry told her gently. “You know that. He wants to be in Auror training, and I don’t. And you’re dating. I don’t think we’ll ever let our friendship go completely, Hermione, but it’s going to stop being as intense as it was.”
            Hermione nodded and closed her eyes. “I did know that. I was just trying to think of it from Ron’s point-of-view.” She sighed again. “Anyway, I didn’t come here because I thought anything like this was going on. The merfolk contacted me. Apparently there’s someone working to drain the Hogwarts lake.”
            Harry snorted at that. “They can’t. It belongs to Hogwarts. As long as there’s a Headmaster or Headmistress in office, the Ministry can’t touch it.” That had been something Draco had made up read up on when they were studying Dumbledore’s influence on politics. Draco smiled at him now, cocking an eyebrow, and Harry grinned back down at him.
            “It isn’t the Ministry. A private party.” Hermione licked her lips. “And he’s using the memorial that McGonagall’s planning as an excuse. He says that if one part of the ancient Hogwarts grounds can be altered, so can other parts.”
            Harry groaned and shook his head. “The memorial hasn’t even been planned for a day yet, and already people are doing this,” he said, and ran a hand down Draco’s back. “Do you want to come with me and inform them how wrong they are?”
            From the click in Draco’s throat, he had been far from anticipating the invitation. Harry leaned back and waited to see if he would accept it or not.
*
            Draco’s head felt as if he’d stepped off a carousel.
            Harry wants to go and toss this new—thing between us into the middle of a political situation? He trusts me that much?
            From the slight inclination of Harry’s head, and the way he smiled, he did. And he didn’t mind that some people would be more concerned about Draco being with him than his stance on the lake or the merfolk. In fact, he might even have planned it that way. Distracted, angry people would argue less effectively.
            That made Draco want to burst with pride, and he did lean up and kiss Harry softly on the lips.
            Harry can be as much a politician as anyone else when he wants. It’s just that he doesn’t need to put any effort into getting elected.
            “Yes,” Draco said, and Summoned Harry’s clothes from where they were sprawled on the floor. Really, he had acted more as clothing to shield Harry from Granger’s eyes than any scrap of cloth. As the clothes landed beside them with a soft plump, he started casting Cleaning Charms on himself as well. “Let’s go.”
            “I’ll—go ahead and tell them that you’re coming,” Granger muttered, and stepped out of the Floo.
            Draco was too busy to really pay her going much heed. Harry was calling Kreacher and asking him what time it was and for some quick breakfast. Draco had to help him get dressed and eat with one hand and make sure that he was impeccable all at the same time.
            At least it didn’t leave him much time to be worried, either. They were going to jump off a cliff—not coming out to anyone, but letting them see Draco at Harry’s side.
            But Draco was confident in Harry’s wings.
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eros: Well, this is Harry’s chosen career, now, so he’ll be living through that as well as his relationship with Draco.
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