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The Optimal Balance	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17125 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and characters belong to JK Rowling and associates. This was written for fun. I make no money from it.

Chapter List
- 1-The Optimal Balance
- 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: Epilogue
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A/N: BriBunny: thanks! Yes, this will be continued, although I have no idea how long it'll turn out to be. I want to cover from Draco's birthday to the start of September, so it'll be a proper sequel, not just a few chapters :)

Wincing slightly as the owl sitting in front of him on the sand hooted softly, Harry waved the tip of his quill at it, hoping to get it to be quiet. He grinned when he was graced with a disdainful look. The letter he was attempting to respond to fluttered in a tiny breeze and Harry couldn’t help the slightly guilty look he shot to his left, where Draco lay sleeping under the canopy they had constructed on the beach. He had meant to leave his work at home, really he had, but he had had to leave an address where he could be reached if absolutely necessary and a bit of a calamity involving the family of one of the kids was definitely counted as absolutely necessary.
Harry had known that starting his own company wouldn’t be easy, especially with Draco telling him horror stories of trying to get his own off the ground in the beginning. What he hadn’t expected was for it to become so popular in such a short amount of time. He had set The JS Foundation up in early February and now, four months later, it had become the go-to place for children in crisis. The Foundation consisted of an orphanage, which was where Harry spent most of his time; a mental health facility, inspired by what James had had to go through when finding a therapist the year before; a medical centre with some of the best paediatricians Harry could afford; and a low-cost day-care facility. It had been a challenge trying to balance everything out, but Harry knew it would all be worth the trouble if he could help to lessen the suffering of a child in need.
That trouble was also exactly why he had agreed to this holiday so rapidly. An entire weekend alone with Draco with no obligations had sounded like paradise. Of course, the owl now shooting him dirty looks had not been part of that dream, but Harry figured that as long as he could answer this letter without waking Draco, he could just pretend it had never happened. A small sound from beside him put an end to that train of thought almost as soon as Harry had begun it.
“Which department needs your signature this time?”
Harry’s eyes closed at Draco's quiet question. He reached out automatically and ran his free hand down Draco’s spine to come to rest in the small of his back. The move sent a shiver through Draco, causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. Curling his fingers, Harry traced a light pattern over Draco's skin.
“I’m sorry.”
Draco huffed out a breath that, thankfully, sounded more amused than angry. “You need to learn to say no.” He turned onto his other side, his back facing Harry. “Tell Iris I said hi and invite her and the fiancé Tuesday night.”
The fact that Draco got along well with Harry’s new personal assistant had made his life a little easier, especially considering Ginny had never gotten along with any of his secretaries when he had been working for the DMLE. Of course, he now knew that that had been because she had thought he was playing around with them. Shaking his head, he finished the letter with the requested salutation and invitation to Draco’s formal birthday dinner that coming Tuesday. The owl nipped at his fingertips after he had secured the letter, then took off into the sky with a few powerful wing strokes. Harry closed his eyes to prevent the blown sand from getting into them before turning to glance over to where Draco lay.
The midday sun reflected off Draco's pale skin, the tiny breeze ruffled his hair, and the muscles along his back moved as he breathed deeply. Harry shook his head and smiled as warmth that had nothing to do with the summer sun washed through him. Nine months into their relationship and Draco's ability to turn him on hadn’t diminished in the slightest. He had had a couple of moments of pure panic when he had imagined that he was simply too difficult to please romantically; that the reason he had cheated on Ginny was more because he was bored with her than anything else. The sensations Draco was capable of making him feel had proven that theory wrong over and over again, though, which Harry was unbelievably thankful for.
Deciding to allow Draco to continue sleeping – or at least feigning sleep – Harry lay down on the sand to stare up at the canopy above him. His life since Ginny’s trial had been a mixed bag of annoyance and joy. Much to Harry’s surprise, his relationship with Draco was as strong now as it had ever been at the height of the stress, despite the fact that Draco had retained the ability to cause Harry to want to hex him into a tiny puddle of goo at a moment’s notice. How the hell it was possible for him to love someone so completely despite the irritation he caused him was beyond him. Allowing his mind to wander, Harry closed his eyes.
It landed, as it so often did these days, on his work. There was so much he had had to organise for the Foundation to just get it started that this holiday had been almost as much a present to him as it had been to Draco. It had been a struggle to even get permission to open something like the orphanage part of the Foundation, but stupid and pointless laws were what people like Kingsley had fought so hard against after the War had ended. After Kingsley had managed to overturn this particular stupid law, the next problem Harry had faced was gaining planning permission to do some construction on the building the Foundation was housed in. Not only had he had to gain permission from the Ministry to renovate the empty building he had purchased in Diagon, but he had also had to get permission to cast the permanent charms that would allow them to expand the space to what was required. Then there had been the worries from the Board of Directors of St. Mungo’s that he was trying to take work away from their Paediatric Department that he had had to contend with… He jumped and gasped as Draco's weight landed on his chest, dragging him from his thoughts.
“I thought I banned you from thinking about work this weekend?” Braced above Harry on his elbows, the edges of Draco's eyes crinkled a little as Harry took deep breaths to try to calm his racing heart. “Perhaps you need a reminder?”
The amusement he could see flashing through Draco's eyes caused Harry to grin. Running his hands up Draco's back spread sand all over him and made Draco arch his back, pressing him closer into Harry.
“Who says I was thinking about work?”
Draco frowned. “You had better not have been thinking about me with that scowl on your face.”
Unable to help it, Harry chuckled as he leant up to nip at Draco's bottom lip. He was prevented from responding, however, when Draco closed the gap between them the rest of the way and sealed their lips together. Draco's lips were still salty from the swim he had had earlier, although the shorts he insisted on wearing despite the strong privacy charms had yet to dry. Harry had had very little luck in convincing Draco that it was perfectly alright for him to wander around their bungalow and private beach naked, which he considered a true shame. Tightening his grip on Draco's back, he shoved with his foot, rolling them over so he could break the kiss and stare down at Draco beneath him.
“You and work, is that all you believe I think about?”
Draco seemed to ponder the question for a few seconds, causing Harry to glare at him. The short laugh Draco let out before pulling Harry into another, much deeper kiss sent desire thrilling through him. Seeing Draco this relaxed – this free – was something Harry wouldn’t have given up for anything. The knowledge that he was one of the very few people to have ever been allowed to see this side of him was something that Harry prided himself on: Draco Malfoy trusted him enough to allow him to see past the snooty, cold exterior he showed the world. He knew that this part of Draco would disappear behind the shields he put up against the world the second they had to get back to reality the next day, so he drank it in while he could. He grinned into the kiss when Draco flipped them over again.
"Wait.”
Draco groaned, causing Harry to chuckle again. Quickly reaching to the side, he grasped his wand and waved it, casting the spells to both Vanish Draco's shorts as well as to charm the sand so it wouldn’t stick to them. Getting sand in such intimate places was something Harry absolutely refused to have to visit the hospital for.
Not giving Harry any time to do anything else other than toss his wand back to the side, Draco leant in to latch onto the pulse in the side of Harry’s throat. Harry tilted his head backwards, allowing Draco better access to his skin and earning himself an approving hum. The sound vibrated through him, adding to the desire that had been building for the past few minutes. He had no idea why, but there was simply something about having sex outside that turned Harry on so much faster than at any other time. He ran his hands up and down Draco's back in an attempt to encourage him to move a little faster.
“Patience, Potter.” Draco's lips trailed from Harry’s throat to the hollow at the base of his neck, where he sucked gently. “Good things come to those who wait.”
His mind buzzing with need, Harry let out a laugh that sounded completely breathless. He slid his hands down to squeeze Draco's arse.
“Prove it.”
It seemed, however, that Draco was going to stick to his guns this time. Harry’s skin was sucked, nipped at and pinched for longer than he thought he could hold on, with each little jab of pain and pleasure adding to his need. Draco managed to avoid hitting any of Harry’s hotspots, as well as completely ignoring his straining cock, which left Harry a frustrated, squirming mess after only a few minutes. It was impossible for him to lie still as Draco continued the slow torture, nibbling his way up Harry’s inner thigh. Spreading his legs caused Draco to chuckle, sending another jolt of pleasure straight to Harry’s cock.
“We are impatient today, aren’t we?”
“We are fucking frustrating.” Harry had absolutely no warning before Draco leant in to lick a stripe up his cock. His hips bucked almost more in surprise than pleasure. “Fuck, Draco… Please…”
Harry almost laughed with relief when Draco mumbled the preparation charms and moved to lie on top of him. His knees bent and he hooked his ankles around Draco's back, holding him in place this time. The desire he could clearly see in Draco's eyes when he met them had Harry smiling widely as he felt Draco pressing into him.
“Harry… Mmm, Gods…”
Draco's voice was rough. His eyes slid shut as he settled against Harry’s body and he bit down on his bottom lip, telling Harry that he was much more worked up than he had been letting on. Tracing a light pattern down Draco's back caused him to shudder and arch into him.
“Move.”
It seemed that Draco had been waiting for the command, as he pulled out and slammed back in rapidly. Harry’s breath hitched as pleasure rushed through him at the fast pace. Operating on instinct, his hands moved along Draco's back, scraping his nails down the soft skin. Harry’s own skin began to heat and tingle as Draco moved inside him, the desire and need building in him rapidly now. He nearly lost all control when Draco brushed against his prostate.
“Ohh, I…”
The thought was never finished, as Draco managed to hit his prostate properly in the next second. Harry’s back arched, lifting the both of them off the sand as pure pleasure shot through him.
“Come, Harry… Need you to…”
Draco's words cut off with a groan when Harry dug his nails sharply into his shoulders. Pulling him as close as he could get, Harry reached for orgasm, knowing he was close. Another hard hit to his prostate tipped him over the edge. Harry let out a sound that was half-groan, half-scream as he came, coating both of their stomachs with hot cum. As focussed on his own release as he was, it was almost a shock when Draco collapsed in a boneless heap on top of him. He automatically wrapped his arms around Draco's back, stroking his shoulders as he came down from the high.
“Harry?”
The tired-sounding whisper told Harry that Draco was on the verge of falling asleep on top of him, so he quietly cast the cleaning charms so they wouldn’t awake in a sticky mess. A small smile stretched the corners of his mouth when Draco wriggled so he was lying half-on, half-off of him, obviously getting comfortable.
“Yeah?”
“We should come back here for your birthday.”
Harry huffed out a small laugh. “Sex like that sounds like the perfect birthday present, actually.”
“Mmm, it is.”
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