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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
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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A/N: Well, after I got requests to continue this story, here's the second chapter! Thank you all for the lovely reviews. Special thanks goes out to MrsSilverusSnape for being the first to request more: hope this satisfies :)
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19 Years and 5 Minutes Later Ch. 2
“Let me get that, Ginny; you go help Lily.”
Yeah, that’s it, Harry; act guilty, she’ll never see through that, Harry scolded himself as he stood to take over the dishes that night. Ginny didn’t seem to think anything was amiss, though; she just offered him a grateful smile before moving off into the living room to help Lily clean the mess she had made. Grateful; she thinks nothing’s wrong! How could you have done this to her? She has faithfully loved you for the past 19 years and you threw it all away for a few minutes of pleasure with Malfoy?
His thoughts trailed off as his arse gave a throb, reminding him of exactly how much he had enjoyed those few minutes. He had Healed himself as best as he could, but casting Healing charms on himself was something Harry had never been able to master properly. Of course, he could have taken a pain potion... He grimaced as he realised that he actually liked the painful reminder of what had happened; that he was still getting pleasure out of it. He did not know if he should be worried about just how easy it had been for Malfoy to turn him on; his sex life with Ginny had never been spectacular, and it had basically dried up after Lily’s birth, with the exception of their anniversary and his birthday. It had never occurred to him to worry before – as he had simply taken care of his needs through porn movies and dirty magazines – but it did seem a little odd now that he thought about it. Happily married couples found each other sexually attractive; he knew that from the couple of times he had gotten an inadvertent eyeful of Ron and Hermione when they were younger. So what was wrong with him? Wiping his hands on a tea towel – washing the dishes by hand had always helped to relax him – he came to a swift decision.
The sight that greeted him in the living room should have been enough to get him going again; it’s not like he was too old to come twice in one day. Ginny was bent over the back of the lounge, laughing at something Lily had said, presenting her nicely rounded arse to his determinedly eager eyes. She had gained some amazing curves after three pregnancies, but the strict diet and training regime she had followed whilst she had still been playing for the Harpies had prevented her from gaining the kind of weight her mother had. Smiling as he moved to wrap his arms around his wife’s middle, Harry was pleased when he heard the small, surprised gasp that escaped her as she straightened into his arms. Perhaps there was nothing wrong with him, after all.
“How you doing, Gin?” His voiced was pitched low so Lily would not hear him, but he knew Ginny had by the widening of her eyes as he subtly ground his hips into her arse. “Up for a bit of play?” The look that flashed through Ginny’s warm brown eyes told Harry everything he needed to know without her needing to respond verbally.
“I’m sorry Harry, but I have a really early morning tomorrow. I have to get Lily back to mum’s, then go off to work myself in Holyhead; I’m covering the Harpies games this season, remember?” Harry both saw the pleading in her eyes and heard it in her voice, which told him one thing: she did not want him. “Maybe this weekend when I get back, yeah?”
“Yeah... yeah, sure,” Harry agreed quietly through the confusion now fogging his mind. “I might just go up and shower now, get an early night myself.”
Frowning as he attempted to sort out what had just happened, Harry could not help wondering if the look he had seen flare in Ginny’s eyes was relief. She loved him, of that he was absolutely certain, but whether it was the all-consuming, passionate, can’t-live-without-you kind of love he had always craved was another thing altogether. Ginny was one of his best friends and he had absolutely no desire to hurt her in any way, but what if this need Malfoy had stoked in his stomach was something more than curiosity? He had, after all, spent quite a bit of time fantasising about Malfoy’s arse back when he was a teenager, much more so than any female he had fantasised about. What if he was bisexual? What if he was gay? What if...
He sighed as he reached the relative isolation of the bedroom, shaking the thoughts from his mind. It was a real shame Ginny had turned him down, as a good fuck was exactly what it felt like he needed at the moment. Scrubbing a hand through his hair, he decided that the only way that that was going to happen was if he hired someone, and he was not quite that desperate just yet. He grabbed the hidden bottle of lube on his way to the bathroom, knowing his hand was his only real option. His clothing landed on the floor, showing his progress through the two rooms. Before he turned the water on in the shower, Harry stood in front of the full-length mirror, taking his first proper look at himself in the mirror for a while.
I’m not that bad; at least not compared to some of the older Aurors I’ve seen. I don’t have that many scars, that burn mark has healed nicely and I’ve still got all of my natural hair. I haven’t even gotten fat. Why doesn’t she want me? Aware that he was pretty much going around in circles, he shook his head, tossed his glasses onto the vanity and focussed on his immediate needs.
The water in the shower beat down on his back as he closed his eyes and pictured himself playing with a ridiculously large pair of boobs. His limp cock twitched in vague interest, but he thought nothing of it: it always took a bit for him to get properly hard. Running a hand up his stomach, he pinched a nipple, teasing it into a peak slowly as he continued to fantasise about the faceless woman with the absurdly large breasts. He was just reaching for the lube when his arse gave another throb, sending the memory of how it felt to have Malfoy buried deep inside him to the forefront of Harry’s mind. His breath stuttered through him and he let out a loud groan as he hardened rapidly.
No, this isn’t right. I shouldn’t be getting off to thoughts of Malfoy, especially after what happened today!
However, he discovered that it could not be helped. Apparently if he wanted to have a decent wank that night, it would have to involve those memories somehow, as he began to lose interest the second he tried to convince himself to fantasise about something else. Coating his hand with the slippery lube, Harry focussed on the sensation of being filled so completely, on having someone else’s hand on his hard cock, on the deeper-than-he-was-used-to moans in his ear. A rather desperate need was building in his stomach and Harry thought it felt different to the usual ‘Oh Gods, I need to come’ feeling he was familiar with. It took a few seconds, but he finally realised when else he had felt the same thing. Coating the first finger of his free hand with lube in resignation, he held his breath as he probed at his sore arse, needing to feel that rush of pleasure from a well-timed strike to his prostate.
It was slow going at first, as the skin of his arse was still sensitive from the beating it had taken from Malfoy. It took a few tries, but he eventually managed to break the tip of his finger through the ring of muscle without hurting himself further. His muscles clenched automatically, once again trying to eject the intruder, but Harry ignored it, pressing forward with determination. He had no real idea what he was doing, but figured if he could just wriggle his finger around in there, then maybe he might get lucky, so to speak. Probing around inside himself as he stroked his other hand languidly along his hard cock actually felt quite good just on its own and he got into a rhythm quickly. He decided to keep to just one finger, considering the fact that there was absolutely no way he would go to a Healer for any injuries he inadvertently caused. Images of Malfoy stroking his thick cock flashed through Harry’s mind, causing his breath to hitch and his hand to speed up on his cock. The memory continued, but flashed forward to the second Malfoy had first hit that sweet spot. Harry concentrated, hooked his finger and pressed it forward. His knees buckled and he nearly fell to the floor of the shower as he hit just the right spot. Finding he needed the extra support, he leant against the cool tiles in front of him as he thrust his finger in again.
“Oh, oh Gods,” he groaned as he hips jerked forward of their own accord. He wriggled his finger, rubbing again and again across his prostate, barely breathing as sharp shocks of pleasure continued to buckle his knees. “Please, please... Yes... Oh, Gods!”
His pleasure crested with one last stroke up his aching cock and he cried out as he began to come. The thick ropes of cum shot up the wall, over his hand and up his chest. Needing to get as much out of this experience as possible, he removed his finger from his arse and roughly massaged his balls, squeezing all the pleasure out of his orgasm as he could manage. Still barely breathing, he slid down the wall to the floor of the shower, his eyes shut tight and softening cock still in hand. Instead of the usual mindless nothing that followed his orgasms, his mind was now racing with the new information he had just discovered about himself.
I just had the best wank in years while thinking about Draco Malfoy’s cock up my arse. Is it possible to be gay and not know it? No, no you’re married to your best friend; you can’t be gay. He sat back on his heels, staring down at himself as a thought niggled in the back of his mind. Just because she’s your best friend, doesn’t mean you love her; not like that, anyway.
Harry attempted to push the shot of guilt that flared in his chest away as he forced himself up from the floor and quickly washed away any traces of what he had just done. He knew there was no use indulging that guilt, as there was no way he could be gay and not know it; the very idea was ridiculous! The fact that Malfoy wasn’t the only man he had had sex with was also pushed aside as it occurred to him: he had been young, drunk and riding on the high of his defeat of Voldemort. It had been a one-time thing, not something he wanted to continue, right?
He dragged on a pair of pyjama bottoms after casting a hasty drying charm over himself and made his way back out into the bedroom. Ginny was already in bed in her customary position: curled up on her side of the bed, her back facing to Harry and obviously feigning sleep. Annoyance joined the guilt in his chest as he stood staring at her back, knowing that he probably should have been questioning this marriage for a long time now. Even if he wasn’t sure of his own sexuality anymore, he knew for a fact that Ginny was straight, yet she had been rejecting him sexually for years now.
“G’night, Gin,” he murmured as he climbed into the bed, only to receive a small grunt in response.
Gods, this is so fucked up.
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“You’re in a particularly good mood tonight.”
Draco allowed his lips to curl up at the corners in a small smile at the sound of Astoria’s voice, but kept his eyes pinned on the reddish-brown liquid swirling around in the glass he was holding. “Yes; fantastic sex will do that for a man.”
“Hmm, I figured you’d gotten laid at the station. Anyone I know?”
“Indeed I did and that is none of your business.” He took a slow sip of his Firewhiskey, enjoying the burn as it slid down to his stomach. “Unless, of course, you’d like a blow-by-blow account?”
“Pfft, a blowjob isn’t sex Draco, and you know it.” Draco smiled properly at that as his eyes finally left his glass to lock with hers as she moved towards him. “Come on, move over; I’ve got nothing going at the moment, so I’ll have to live vicariously through you.”
Draco watched as his wife folded herself elegantly onto the opposite end of the lounge he was sitting on. Beautiful, intelligent, quick-witted and ambitious, Astoria Greengrass was everything a Malfoy man should need. Unfortunately for Draco, she was the wrong sex. She had always been the rebel of her pure-blood family, having been Sorted into Ravenclaw, but it had been her declaration at the age of 22 that she never wanted to marry that had been the tipping point for her parents. Under threat of being disinherited, she had come to Draco with a proposal: she would give him the heir he needed in exchange for a discreetly open marriage. It had been the perfect solution for Draco, whose parents had been threatening to go through with an arranged marriage with an old family friend’s daughter, which would have meant he had to move to France, as the chit could not bear to leave her family. He got to continue his family name, Astoria had a ‘proper’ husband and they both got to continue sleeping with whichever man caught their fancy; it was completely win-win. He blinked when she snapped her fingers in front of his face.
“Hurry up and spill, Malfoy; I haven’t got all night.” She grinned as he rolled his eyes.
“He’s incredibly fit, in both senses of the word. Nicely toned, but not overly-muscled; a perfect, tight arse; and those reactions...” Draco trailed off, the sound of Potter’s moans as he pounded into his prostate filling his mind. “Definitely worth the wait.”
“Don’t suppose he has a straight brother?” The lascivious grin Astoria shot him had Draco smiling back.
“No, you’re out of luck there: he still seems to think he’s completely straight himself.” He downed the rest of the whiskey, enjoying the burn as the idea of corrupting Potter further flittered through his mind.
“You aim to convince him otherwise?”
He smiled again as he stood to refill his glass, potential scenarios racing through his mind. “We’ll see.”
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