Unexpected Love | By : DeirdraDomain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 29039 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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The next morning, Draco woke before his bed mates and began to throw things out of his wardrobe as he searched for “the perfect outfit” for Harry to wear to brunch in the Great Hall where his father was to meet them. When Draco saw Lucius, he was going to make sure his father knew every good thing about Harry, how wonderful Harry was and that he and Blaise had taken the wayward lion in and showed him love. How Harry was living in Slytherin among the snakes and fit in like he was born to be one himself.
Harry woke up and squinted toward the other side of the room where all the noise was coming from. He slipped on his glasses and had to laugh at the image of Draco’s head buried in the wardrobe with his arse up in the air as he searched for clothes.
“Draco, what in the Hell are you doing?” he asked amusedly.
Without pulling his upper body out of said wardrobe, he answered; though his voice was slightly muffled, “I’m trying to find you something suitable to wear for brunch, Harry.”
“Woah, woah, woah- Wait a minute. You are not dressing me, Draco.”
Blaise, who had seemed to be asleep the whole time, finally spoke up, “Just let him, Harry. You know as well as I do that when he’s on a mission there’s no deterring him.”
Draco had finally pulled himself out with a triumphant yell, “Ahh!” he turned to the bed, “Too right you are, Blaise. Now, Harry, come to the loo and we’ll get you ready.”
“But I don’t want to…” he whined.
The blond glared at him and Blaise chuckled, “Might as well go, Harry, before he drags you in there…”
The honorary Slytherin got up and stomped into the bathroom, grumbling the whole time, “You better not make me look like a fucking poof, Malfoy. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I enjoy looking effeminate.”
Draco held his hand to his chest in mock hurt, “I resent the implication that I’m effeminate and would dress you as such!”
Blaise snickered, “Give it up, Drake; we both know you’re so effeminate that the only thing stopping you from actually being a woman is the wrong equipment.”
“Shut your hole, Zabini,” he said with a mock glare, “You don’t complain when my cock is up your arse, now do you?”
“Er…no. Hey, Harry needs help dressing!”
“True, come on, Harry,” Draco said cheerfully.
Blaise sighed and buried himself in the covers, glad he successfully changed the subject and got Draco off on a different tangent. He could hear Harry mutter darkly, “I’ll get you for this, Zabini,” as he made his way into the bathroom and he chuckled quietly as Draco made the other boy over.
Shouts, curses and struggling could be heard coming from the bathroom, but eventually the door opened and Draco stepped out, followed by a scowling Harry who looked very good, despite the fact that he seemed slightly uncomfortable.
Blaise whistled, “Nice job, Drake.”
Draco smirked, “I know. I am a miracle worker it seems. Of course, I didn’t have much to work with…”
Harry punched his arm, “Fuck off, wanker.”
The blond snickered and rubbed his arm with a pout, “You love me.”
“Keep thinking that,” Harry muttered with a snort.
Blaise quickly threw on some clothing, then walked to the door, lowering the wards, “Brunch!”
The two Slytherins dragged Harry up to the Great Hall and the Slytherin table, looking for Lucius all the while. He hadn’t arrived yet, but knowing him, he was waiting until everyone was already present before he made his entrance.
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While the three young men had been in bed the night before, Lucius was seeing over his things being packed. He received a letter from the Headmaster alerting him to the fact that, yes, he was permitted to stay in the castle for as long as he liked and, of course, guest quarters would be provided in the dungeons as he requested. He sent another letter back informing the Headmaster that he would be there for brunch the next morning. Lucius was well aware that before the night was over, both Severus and his son would know he was arriving the next day, but that was just fine with him. His main goal, aside from actually spending time with his son, was to find out who had sent the letter that he just couldn’t get off his mind.
When he arrived the next morning, he was shown to his rooms and unpacked; or rather he instructed the house elves where everything was meant to go. Once that was finished, he made his way to the Great Hall, aware that everyone else was already there, but not caring one iota. He threw open the large doors, making a wonderful entrance, and swept his way over to the Slytherin house table to greet his son.
To say he was surprised to see Harry Potter sitting next to his son, leaning into his side and laughing while they talked, would be an understatement. Blaise Zabini was on Potter’s other side and it seemed as though the three of them were quite close. This shocked the elder Malfoy, because even though Draco had told him that Harry and he were friends, and that the boy was different from what they had originally thought, he had not been aware of just how close the two of them seemed to be. Lucius smiled and walked over, sitting gracefully across from his son when the other students moved to give him room.
“Draco, Blaise,” he nodded to both, then looked Harry over, an appreciative look on his face, “Mr. Potter.”
“Mr. Malfoy,” Blaise said, then took a sip of his coffee.
“Father,” Draco said with a smile.
“Mr. Malfoy, nice to see you again,” Harry said softly, avoiding looking at the older blond.
Lucius smiled, “Please, call me Lucius.”
Blaise snorted and Draco reached around Harry to smack him upside the head as the honorary Slytherin looked up, a tentative smile on his face, “Okay, Lucius. Only if you call me Harry.”
“But of course,” he said with a nod, “Harry.”
Harry flushed and bent his head to his meal once more as Lucius and Draco began to catch up, Blaise interjecting a few words here and there. The green-eyed young man tried his best to fade into the background, flushing brighter every time Lucius’ eyes fixed on him. Near the end of the meal, Severus came over to the table and put his hand on Lucius’ shoulder, interrupting the conversation. Lucius looked up and smiled, turning to his long-time friend.
“Severus, I was wondering when I would see you,” he said.
Severus smirked, “Of course you were, Luce, I wouldn’t dream of thinking you were flirting with the Slytherin students instead of catching up with your son.”
Lucius glanced at Harry quickly as he spoke, “Not all of them are Slytherin, Sev.”
The Head of Slytherin smirked, “Indeed not.”
Harry flushed even more at the elder Malfoy’s comment and a satisfied smirk graced Draco’s lips as he leaned over and whispered in Harry’s ear, “See? I told you so.”
Severus eyed the two young men suspiciously, then turned back to Lucius, “Have you settled into your rooms?”
He nodded, “I have. Would you like to come down for a drink?”
“At eleven in the morning, Lucius?” the dark-haired man said with a raised brow.
Lucius smirked, “When did you learn to tell time so proficiently, Severus?”
Blaise stifled a giggle while Draco outright snorted and Harry hid a smile behind his hand.
Severus sneered, “Lovely, Lucius, give them more reason to not respect me.”
“Professor, nothing anyone has to say will make us respect you less,” Blaise said cheekily.
“I suppose not,” he answered dryly, then motioned for Lucius to precede him to the dungeons, “Come then, Lucius, let us go have our drink and talk of meaningless things while the youngens do whatever it is they do…”
Draco went as far as sticking his tongue out at his professor which finally made Harry crack a smile. Lucius smiled as well and turned to his son before leaving the Great Hall, “Shall I expect you down later this evening for a father-son chat, Draco?”
He nodded, “Of course, Father, I’ll be down after dinner.”
“Very well,” Lucius said with a nod, then walked out, heading toward the dungeons with his long time friend.
The rest of the day was pretty much the same as always. Blaise, Draco and Harry spent some of it in bed and the rest of it plotting and planning the usual pranks that people their age took part in. Near dinner, Blaise announced that he had to go meet someone in the library, though the other two eyed him as he walked out of their room, wondering what was really going on and when he was going to tell them. It left Harry and Draco alone to do other things.
They were sitting on the bed, talking about what on earth Blaise was actually up to.
“Do you think he’s seeing someone behind our backs?” Draco asked.
“Drake, we’re not his boyfriends, so it technically wouldn’t be ‘behind our backs’, but to answer your question; it’s a possibility that he is, in fact, seeing someone and either doesn’t want us to know or is afraid it would hurt us were we to find out,” Harry answered tiredly.
“Are you okay, love?” the blond asked worriedly.
“Yes, I’m just drained and you know why. It’s almost harder with him flirting with me, even though I know nothing will ever come out of it. Like it’s a tease of what I want and could never have.” Harry delivered this whole speech while picking at imaginary lint on the duvet of their bed.
Draco rolled his eyes and pulled Harry to him, tucking the other boy’s head under his chin, “Harry, love, my father doesn’t flirt with just anyone, number one, and number two, he didn’t say anything else that was flirt worthy to anyone else at the table. He targeted you for the comment and he must have had a reason. I’m sure he wouldn’t have said it to be hurtful, love.”
Harry sighed, “But that’s the point! Had he known how I really feel, he never would have given me that kind of attention. In fact, I bet he would have made a point to avoid giving me that type of attention to prevent giving me the wrong idea.”
“Now you’re just reading too much into this, Harry,” he said softly and pulled back a little in order to tilt Harry’s chin up and get a better look at his face. He looked into the other boy’s eyes and pressed his lips to Harry’s gently, “Like I said before, he’d be a fool to not notice what a catch you are. I know if I thought I had a snowball’s chance in Hell in winning your heart, I would have tried long ago.”
Green eyes blinked slowly, “You would?”
The blond nodded and smiled, “Yeah, I would. But I know your heart belongs to someone else.”
The honorary Slytherin smiled and brushed his fingers over Draco’s cheek, “If I could love you, I would. Well, you know I do love you, but…”
“I know, if you could love me like you love him, you would. It’s okay, at least I know the man you love deserves it. And the way I see it is this: I’ll get to see you all the time, and if you marry him, I’ll be able to call you ‘Mum’,” he said with a smirk.
Harry groaned and leaned his forehead against Draco’s, “Way to ruin the mood, wanker.”
Draco smirked and pulled Harry’s face up, “I can always get you back in the mood…”
Having said that, he pushed Harry back on the bed and covered the other boy’s body with his own, grinding into him and moaning into a fiery kiss. They eventually ended up without their clothes on, writhing against each other and moaning loudly until Harry begged for more.
“Please, I need you in me, Drake. Gods, been too long,” he said with a moan.
The blond smirked and let his hand fall to Harry’s hard, leaking cock to stroke it gently, “Oh? You had Blaise last night and me the other day.”
“But Blaise isn’t you, Drake.”
“You want me?” he asked in a low, steamy voice.
“Oh Gods, yes.”
“How do you want it?”
Harry arched up into the touch of his lover, then pulled away and got on his hands and knees, giving Draco a steamy, lust-filled look, “Hard. Make me feel.”
Draco pounced on him and immediately coated his fingers in oil, then began to prepare his lover as he leaned down to whisper in Harry’s ear, “Do you want my hard cock to rip you in two? Do you want me to pound into you until you don’t know whether or not you’re begging me to stop or give you more?” He added another finger and twisted his hand roughly, causing Harry to groan. “Is that what you want?”
“Unh, yes. Want you so bad, Drake,” Harry said with a loud moan.
“You want to be my slut, Harry?”
“Please…”
Draco smirked and pulled his fingers out of Harry, eliciting a disappointed moan from the green-eyed boy until the blunt head of his cock pressed against his entrance. He held still while Harry writhed, arched his back, and pushed back, causing Draco’s cock to slowly push into him. The blond continued to not move as Harry pushed back further, impaling himself as he let out a low moan.
When Draco was fully seated, he leaned over to speak into Harry’s ear once more, “Sweet fucking Merlin, Harry, you’re so Godsdamned tight. Such a good little slut.”
“More. Move, Draco. Fuck me hard.”
He moaned and began to pound into Harry with abandon, causing the green-eyed boy to lurch forward slightly with every thrust. Draco pounded into him harder than he ever had before, the only sound was his balls slapping against Harry’s arse and their moans and groans. Both were so engrossed in their union that they didn’t notice the door opening or the shocked gasp that the visitor let slip when he saw them on the bed.
Draco pulled back, grabbing Harry’s hips to pull him back with every thrust and moaned as more filthy words fell from his mouth, “Fuck yes, slut. Take it, take it all. Take my hard cock up your tight little arse.” Harry moaned as Draco punctuated each statement with a harsh thrust. “Gods yes, Harry. Fuck!”
“Unh, Draco…” he said as he started to cum all over the sheets below him, cock untouched.
The tightening of Harry’s channel caused Draco to groan and thrust a few more times before stilling and emptying himself inside his lover. Their visitor gasped once more, then beat a hasty retreat from the room, quietly shutting the door to avoid being noticed. As the two young men fell on their sides on the bed, Lucius Malfoy made his way to Severus’ office. He entered without knocking; a shocked and surprised look on his face.
To be continued next week…
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