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Unstoppable	By : Thunderbird Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14476 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: Thank you for the reviews! It was so gratifying to see so many of my regulars return and support me in this next endeavor. I missed you guys!
As promised, here's some Drarry. I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: M/M lemons.
Chapter 2: Playground
(Harry)

Draco had wandering hands.
This would not bother Harry in most situations. Quite the contrary. Usually, so long as they were alone, he welcomed Draco grabbing, stroking, or fondling any part of his body he wanted to. But right now, he was supposed to behave.
“Draco…” Harry said in a warning, for about the tenth time.
Draco, unsurprisingly, did not heed the warning, his fingers continuing to stroke the sensitive skin under the waistband of Harry’s pants. “Mmm, what?”
Harry grabbed the offending hand, pulling it out of his pants and placing it on his chest. “Can’t you just wait a little longer?”
Draco adjusted himself against Harry with a huff. “No.”
“She’ll call any minute. It’s nearly eight.” They were snuggling on one of the sofas in the sitting room together, near the floo, waiting for the chime that would indicate Vesper’s call. Normally such an appointment wouldn’t be so important, but it had been Vesper’s first day at the Auror Academy and Harry and Draco both were a bit nervous about how it had gone for her.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?” Draco asked, not bothering to keep the impatience out of his voice.
“Well, considering you’ve been home since eight o’clock this morning, I’d say it’s been about twelve hours.” Yes, Draco had had to be patient, waiting for Harry to get home from work, waiting for Harry to finish up some notes that had to go out to a solicitor first thing in the morning, waiting for Harry to cook dinner. And, now, waiting for Vesper to call. But really, it was only half a day. He arched a brow at Draco. “Twelve hours is nothing.”
Draco scoffed. “You’re not counting the sixty hours I spent at work before that. That’s a total of seventy-two hours, three whole days, since I’ve had a shag.”
Harry chuckled. “And you’re saying you can’t wait another half hour?”
“Not with your fit body pressed against me, that’s for sure. I mean, really…” His hand moved across Harry’s chest, teasing a nipple through the soft fabric of his t-shirt before descending lower, down his stomach and towards the edge of his trousers once again. “How am I supposed to resist this?”
Harry moaned involuntarily as his cock, already semi-hard from Draco’s previous ministrations, throbbed in excitement. He was losing this battle, that much was clear. After all, it had been three whole days for him, too.
“I’m not going to be caught shagging when Vesper calls,” Harry said, trying to sound reasonable, though the activities of Draco’s hand were making his voice throaty with want. “That’s just rude.”
“I know, Harry, but I can’t help it,” Draco said in his ear, his deft fingers finally finding their mark and wrapping around it gently. “I need your perfect cock.” He stroked upwards, making Harry buck. “I need it inside me, filling me, pounding into me.”
“Fuck,” Harry replied as Draco continued to stroke him. The sweet pull of it made his head dizzy, clouding his judgment. How was it possible that Draco could still do this to him?
“I’ll be such a good boy, Harry,” Draco went on, panting against Harry’s neck. “I’ll take all of it. I’ll be so good.” His grip tightened, and Harry cursed again.
Maybe just a quick one, a voice in his head suggested. Five minutes at the most. They might manage to both climax before Vesper’s call, if they were efficient about it.
His cock was leaking precum profusely at the prospect, and he groaned as Draco swirled his thumb around the head, making Harry rock hard and ready.
The floo chimed.
“I’ll get it!” Draco proclaimed cheerfully, removing the hand from Harry’s pants and jumping up from the sofa.
Merlin’s bollocks, Harry thought as he remained prostrate on the sofa, his needy, bereft erection screaming in protest.
“You are an evil bastard,” he said aloud, and Draco chuckled before pulling on the lever by the hearth to let Vesper’s call through.
Her head and torso immediately appeared in the fireplace. “Hi!” she said.
“Hey, Ves,” Draco replied, and Harry could hear the grin in his voice. “How was your first day?”
“It was… eventful,” Vesper replied with a smirk. “I’ll tell you all about it. Where’s Harry?” Her head moved from side to side, seeking him out.
Draco looked behind him, giving Harry a wicked smile. “Just give him a minute. He’s recovering.”
“Recovering from what?” Vesper asked, before cottoning on. Her face split into a wide grin. “Were you two fooling around while you were waiting for me? Naughty boys.” Her tone was lascivious, making Draco chuckle and Harry roll his eyes.
“A gentleman never tells,” Draco said.
“Mm, shame you’re such a gentleman, then,” said Vesper.
“Yes, it really is.”
Harry sighed from the sofa, annoyed. The other two ignored him.
“So, then, while we’re waiting, how are things? How’s the hospital?” Vesper asked.
“Busy,” said Draco. “As usual. I just got off a sixty hour shift.”
“Are you kidding me?” Vesper’s tone was incredulous. “I thought they weren’t going to make you work like that after your first year.”
“It’s less common than it was, but it still happens occasionally. It will get better with every year,” Draco replied. “Then, when I make Senior Healer, things will be a lot easier.”
This was a concept Harry was becoming increasingly familiar with. It was practically Draco’s mantra, by this point. He had tried to prepare Harry, help him understand how intense these years of Draco’s Healing education would be. It was a good thing, because otherwise Harry would have been completely blindsided by the constant studying and all-night essay writing during Healing school, not to mention the shockingly and (in his opinion) unjustifiably long work hours once Draco began his residency at St. Mungo’s.
Still, all that preparation couldn’t fully capture the reality of how hard Draco had to work. Harry worried about it, sometimes, convinced that Draco would burn out halfway through.
But Draco took it all in stride, knowing he had to pay his dues, do the grunt work that the Senior Healers and higher-year residents didn’t want to do. “I’ve done the hardest part already,” Draco would say to him, whenever Harry became convinced that it was becoming too much. “It gets easier and easier, I promise.”
And, Draco would always remind him, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Once he became a Senior Healer he would be able to make his own schedule, meaning he could be home most nights and weekends, save for the nights he was on call and there was some sort of emergency. Still, it would be so much more manageable, and much more in line with Harry’s nine to five work schedule.
That was when they would get married, they decided. That was when the next stage of their life would start. That was when they could start talking about having children. Because things would be so much easier then.
It made sense. It was a good plan. Yet Harry couldn’t help but feel, sometimes, that they were in a sort of holding pattern, stationary, always watching the countdown clock, waiting for the signal to move forward.
Only two years and ten months to go.
They had been together nearly five years already. In other circumstances, marriage would likely already be a part of the conversation. Hell, it already was for Hermione and Ron, and it had been for Blaise and Vesper before… well, before whatever it was that broke them up. Not that he knew what that was.
Then, of course, Harry would remember that they were only twenty-three, that they had plenty of time to take all the next steps there were to take, and that he had a wealth of things to enjoy about the present. He loved his job; he had plenty of free time to see his godson Teddy, not to mention all of his friends. And when Draco was home, it was so good. It was still like it had been in the beginning, only deeper.
In truth, he had nothing to complain about.
Having gotten lost in his own thoughts, he found his erection had finally subsided. He hauled himself off the sofa to join Draco in front of the floo, listening back in to their conversation.
“I still get to sleep nights while I’m on shift, you know,” Draco was saying now, no doubt in response to some concern Vesper had expressed about him not getting enough rest. “So long as there isn’t an emergency with a patient.”
“But still…” Vesper said, trailing off. She spotted Harry has he came into view. “There you are! So… was it any good at least?” That lascivious grin was back.
“Draco doesn’t always finish what he starts, let’s put it that way,” Harry said, making the other two laugh. “Really, though,” he said, wanting to move off that topic quickly and save himself more embarrassment. “How was it today?”
“It was fine,” Vesper said with forced lightness.
“Uh-oh,” said Harry, recognizing that tone immediately. “What happened?”
Vesper sighed. “Nothing really, I promise. It’s just this little shit-for-brains that’s in my class who’s giving me a hard time. He’s a baby, all of nineteen, I think, but he acts like he’s about twelve. Not even a good, sweet twelve, you know? More the snotty, superior, taunts-you-while-no-one’s-looking type. You know what I’m talking about?”
Harry cast a sidelong glance at Draco. “Yes, I’ve been witness to such behavior before.”
Draco gave him a darkly amused look but said nothing.
“Well, I’m sorry to hear that,” Harry said. “I hope he’s not ruining things for you too much.”
Vesper waved a hand dismissively. “It’s no big deal. He’s harmless. I showed him up pretty thoroughly during physical training today, and he even got to see me duel, so I think I’ve intimidated him into submission for now. But I do look forward to the day I get to duel him myself.”
“I’d avoid dishing out too much public humiliation, though,” Draco said. “If he’s anything like I was in school, it will only make him meaner.”
Harry ran a hand across Draco’s back and gave him a warm smile. He liked how dispassionately Draco was able to talk about his past mistakes. It showed just how thoroughly he had moved on.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Vesper said. “Though it’s pretty damn tempting anyway, I have to tell you.”
Harry chuckled, finding that sentiment easy to relate to. “Ron will look out for you, too, though. He won’t tolerate that sort of thing for long.”
“No, he won’t,” Vesper said with a smile. “He yelled at Dempsey at least three times today. That put me in a better mood.” Her expression sobered. “It’s just tough, is all. I’m the only woman, amazingly, and most of the guys are just… I don’t know. They’re not really my kind of people, you know?”
“There’s got to be someone you connect with,” said Draco, “someone who’s tolerable. After all, you’re you. Since when do you not get on with people?”
“Since they decided to put all of the douchebags in one training class together,” said Vesper. She sighed. “There is one guy… he’s older than the rest. His name’s Declan Ross. He was a Gryffindor, Harry, so you might know him.”
“I recognize the name…” Harry said, after some thought.
“He might have been George Weasley’s year,” Vesper offered.
“The one above it, I think. I vaguely remember him.”
“Well, anyway, he seems pretty cool. Just met him obviously, so we’ll see. He did invite me for drinks sometime this week, and I’m thinking I’ll probably take him up on it.”
She must have seen something in both of their faces, something they weren’t even conscious of, because she scoffed and said, “Oh come on, guys, it’s not like a date or anything. Don’t give me that look.”
“What look?” asked Harry.
“I know what you’re thinking.”
“And what are we thinking?” Draco asked with the arch of a brow.
“You want Blaise and me to get back together.”
Now Harry and Draco really did exchange a look. Draco turned back to Vesper.
“We don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, Ves. You know that. We aren’t taking sides.”
“I know you’re not. That’s not what I meant.” She took a calming breath. “It’s just going to be drinks. That’s all it is. I already told him I’m not dating right now, so he has no expectations.”
“If you want to date someone else, we don’t care,” said Harry. “You can do whatever you want.”
“It’s not a date.”
“It could be, though. It might be good for you, actually,” Draco said, and Harry turned to look at him. He had a feeling he knew what was coming next, and he wasn’t so sure it was a good idea. “I mean, it’s been four months, and Blaise…” He trailed off, perhaps regretting what he was about to say, but it was no use. Vesper was looking at him sharply.
“Blaise what?”
Harry suppressed a sigh and looked at the floor.
“Well…” Draco plowed on, scratching behind an ear nervously. “I’ve just found out that… that Blaise is taking…” He cleared his throat. “Blaise is taking Daphne Greengrass to the DTF Gala this weekend.”
Harry risked a glance at Vesper, and saw that she was absorbing that impassively. “All right, well… what did you expect? It’s not like he was going to take me. And he wouldn’t go alone.”
She was right, of course, but it must have still stung, Harry was sure. The Diaphone Thickett Foundation, which Harry worked for, threw a gala at the start of September every year for its donors (and, of course, to drum up more donations for the coming year). Blaise had started donating to the Foundation since he and Theo Nott had gotten their business off the ground, for which Harry was quite grateful. For the past three years, Harry, Draco, Theo, Pansy, Blaise, and Vesper had all attended together. It was quite fun, and had become a tradition of sorts. Knowing that Vesper wasn’t going to be there was a strange thing for Harry to contemplate, so he could only imagine what it would feel like for her.
“Daphne’s a good choice, anyway,” Vesper went on. “She was a Slytherin, right? She’ll fit right in.”
Her voice was almost normal. She almost seemed completely unfazed. To the untrained observer, she would be. But Harry knew better. For all her talk of wanting to be transparent and honest in most situations, Vesper had a particular aversion to appearing vulnerable in any way. Harry and Draco both had a tendency to cover their more uncomfortable feelings at times, but they had nothing on her. Vesper was the queen of the brave face, using jokes and a smile as misdirection so you wouldn’t be able to see what was underneath.
“Vesper…” Draco began.
“It’s fine, honestly,” she said, looking from one to the other. “Like you said, it’s been four months, and it’s healthy to… Look, we both have to move on, and if this is how he chooses to do it, who am I to say he shouldn’t? I make my own choices; he makes his. That’s how it’s supposed to work.”
“It’s all right to be upset anyway, Ves,” Harry said. “It’s natural.”
“I won’t deny that I’m disappointed not to go,” she said reasonably. “But I wasn’t expecting to anyway, so it’s no skin off my nose.”
Harry and Draco sat there, looking at her. What could they say? Harry was hardly about to push her on the issue. And yet nor could he believe that she was simply fine.
I just wish I knew what happened.
They all did: Harry, Draco, Pansy, Theo, Hermione, Ron… they all wanted to know. But neither Blaise nor Vesper ever said what it was that had broken them up. Just one day, they were over. They never even indicated who had ended it. It was just… finished.
Harry looked over at Draco, whose face was etched in concern. Sometimes, though Harry had no proof, he thought Draco might know more about it than he let on. It was just a look he got in his eyes when they discussed the breakup. But he never said a word about it, and Harry never asked. He readily assumed Blaise had told Draco something and then made him promise not to tell, and Harry couldn’t begrudge Draco that. He himself kept secrets for Ron and Hermione both. They weren’t his to give away.
Still, in moments like these, he wished he knew. Then he might know the right thing to say.
“Ok, stop looking at me like that, you two,” Vesper said, and Harry could hear the beginnings of anger in her voice. “I’m handling it, all right?”
Harry took a deep breath, then nodded. “Yeah, all right.” He heard Draco murmur the same beside him.
“Don’t you want to hear more about my day?” Vesper asked them.
They indicated that they did, and she told them. She told them about score she got on her first quiz, how she had outstripped most of the boys on their five kilometer run that afternoon, and all the new spells she would be allowed to use in dueling as an Auror that she had never gotten to really practice before, because they were against regulations in competition.
Harry and Draco met her positivity with encouragement and made a point of not mentioning Blaise again. Still, the information Draco had shared hung over the conversation, so much so that Harry was relieved that it was over, simply so he didn’t have to keep nodding emphatically and smiling just to keep up with Vesper’s determination to be chipper. It was painful, not because he didn’t want to encourage her, of course, but because he knew she was in pain, and he was powerless to help her.
When she bid them goodnight and disappeared from the fireplace, Harry and Draco sat there in silence for a minute or two, both lost in their own thoughts. Then Harry shook himself and stood, making his way back to the sofa again.
Draco remained sitting on the floor for a moment longer, and Harry watched his back and wondered what he was thinking.
“Are you angry with me?” Draco asked after a moment. The blond craned his neck to look at Harry.
Harry looked at him, confused. “Why would I be angry with you?”
Draco stood. “Because you said you didn’t think it was a good idea to tell her about Blaise, at least not right now, and you were obviously right.”
Harry sighed, staring up at Draco as Draco stood looking at him. “I did think that before, but now I’m not so sure. I mean, it did upset her, but… she would have found out anyway, don’t you think? Better she hear it from us.”
Draco nodded. “I just didn’t want her to see photographs of them together in the society pages, or something. That would have been worse, I think.”
Harry resisted the urge to remind him that Vesper was hardly the type to read the society pages of the Daily Prophet, because that wasn’t really the point. Blaise was well-known enough by that point (in fact, he and Vesper both were, since they spent a great deal of time with Harry and Draco, and Vesper was a dueling champion and Blaise a successful businessman), that there would likely be some commentary and word-of-mouth gossip about the fact he was taking a woman from a prominent pureblood family to the gala, rather than the American daughter of Muggleborns that he had been attached to unwaveringly for the past three or so years. The news would come back to Vesper, one way or another.
He looked up into Draco’s face and saw unmistakable guilt written there. “Hey, what’s wrong? You did what you thought was best. You shouldn’t feel guilty about it.”
Draco shrugged. “She needed to know, but at the same time… I don’t know, perhaps telling her the way I did… Do you think I made it sound like a bigger deal than it is?” He was rubbing a thumb over the palm of his other hand, a nervous gesture of his that Harry recognized immediately.
Harry furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I don’t really know Blaise’s intentions regarding taking Daphne to the gala. You know, whether it’s just for fun, or if they’re dating now… I don’t know how serious he is about her.”
“He hasn’t told you?” This surprised Harry quite a bit. Blaise, as far as he knew, shared just about everything with Draco, especially when it came to his love life.
“He’s not telling me much of anything, these days,” Draco said sadly. “I don’t really know… I’m at a bit of a loss, I suppose.”
Draco seemed so tired all of a sudden, like he was wearing the sixty hours he had just spent at the hospital on his shoulders. Harry opened his arms automatically. “Come here.”
Draco looked at him for a second, then complied, approaching him slowly, his face blank. He clambered onto the sofa, finally, straddling Harry and putting his arms around Harry’s neck. Harry ran his palms up Draco’s back, kneading a little, watching as Draco closed his eyes.
He’d had it in mind to come up with some sort of fun and creative punishment for Draco’s merciless cock-teasing earlier, but it was clear he would have to save that for another time. Draco needed something else.
He buried his face in Draco’s neck, nuzzling him, placing his lips on Draco’s pulse point, flitting his tongue out to taste that tender, pale skin. Draco let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan, tilting his head to give Harry better access. Harry took advantage, kissing, licking, and sucking his way up Draco’s neck.
He began inching up the bottom of Draco’s t-shirt, and Draco took the hint and raised his arms, allowing Harry to pull the shirt off over his head. With Draco’s chest exposed, Harry could venture into new areas, some of his absolute favorites. His lips skimmed Draco’s prominent collarbone, his tongue licked along the jagged sectumsempra scar, until, finally, with Draco panting and gasping, he took a pebbled nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. All the while his hands worked, stroking lightly up and down Draco’s back and over his ribs. He heard Draco stifle a groan, and felt Draco’s erection get harder and harder against his stomach.
“What do you want, Draco?” Harry asked softly. “What do you need?”
“You,” Draco replied, his voice equally quiet, “like this. Just like this.” He kissed Harry, slow and deep, and Harry matched him, moaning as Draco ground against him automatically.
Fully hard now, Harry reached for his wand from the table next to the sofa and instantly vanished their clothing. He gasped in pleasure at the sudden skin-on-skin contact and opened his eyes to see Draco staring at him with a small smile.
“Like this?” Harry asked, returning the smile with one of his own as he bucked up a little, rutting their cocks together. A hand ventured down Draco’s spine, seeking out Draco’s entrance. “Are you going to ride me, Draco? Are you going to ride my cock?” He conjured lube with his wand, coating his fingers, and let two slip inside Draco’s waiting channel. All the while he looked into Draco’s face, watching his reaction, waiting for a reply.
Draco bit his lip and closed his eyes again. “Yes,” he managed, after a few seconds, as Harry began scissoring his fingers, stretching Draco just that little bit more that he needed.
When Draco felt ready, Harry pulled his fingers out, his mouth going to Draco’s neck again. Draco rose up, positioning himself over Harry’s cock, and then he sank down, engulfing Harry in that tight heat he could never get enough of.
“Oh, Draco,” Harry moaned, as he felt the muscles squeeze him deliciously. “Yes. Ride me.”
Draco didn’t need telling twice. He lifted and then lowered himself again, taking Harry even deeper this time, and Harry threw his head back, reveling in the feeling of being consumed. He loved this. They didn’t do it this way often, because Draco liked conceding control to Harry, and Harry liked it that way, too. But this was so close, so intimate, chest-to-chest, so many of Draco’s hotspots so easily accessible to him. And the way Draco looked, pleasuring himself on Harry’s cock… there was simply nothing like it. There was nothing so beautiful in the world as that.
Draco repositioned his legs, digging his heels into Harry’s hips for purchase as he picked up the pace. Harry held onto Draco, thrusting up a little too to match him, to go just a little deeper. Draco let out a cry as he found the angle that hit his own prostate, and Harry moaned with him, loving the sound.
His orgasm was beginning to build, and he noticed that Draco was starting to tremble, a sign that he too would soon come. He reached for Draco’s cock, but was rebuffed when his hand was knocked away.
“No, let me,” Draco gasped, meeting Harry’s eyes. “I’m so close.”
“Yes,” Harry said, understanding. Sometimes, in the right position, Draco could come without touching his erection. It was an acquired skill, and Draco loved it when he could manage it, because the orgasm was so intense. Harry loved it, too, for Draco’s sake, but also because there was something incredibly erotic about watching Draco come thanks to Harry’s cock alone.
Draco’s mouth was open and his eyes squeezed shut in concentration, and Harry watched him in awe, loving the feel of Draco’s hips rolling against him, praying he could hold out until Draco could find his release.
“Fuck, Harry!” Draco cried suddenly, and Harry knew they were there a moment before it happened. Draco shouted Harry’s name again, and spasmed, and came. That was enough for Harry, and he climaxed with delicious intensity, filling Draco with cum as he moaned Draco’s name in return.
When the aftershocks of their orgasms subsided, Draco collapsed onto Harry, his forehead resting on Harry’s shoulder. Harry felt himself slip out of Draco, and found his wand again to perform a cleansing spell. Then he wrapped his arms around Draco again, stroking the sweaty skin of his back soothingly.
They remained that way for a while, Harry enjoying the feel of Draco’s weight on him. Draco was undoubtedly worn out, and Harry wondered for a moment if he would fall asleep on Harry then and there.
“You tired?” he asked the blond. Draco nodded against his neck. “Maybe you should go on to bed.”
Draco lifted his head to look at Harry. “Are you coming too?”
Harry smiled. “Soon. It’s a little early yet for me, and I have a couple more things I have to do. But you had such a long shift, and I know you probably avoided sleeping before I got home.” Draco didn’t like sleeping during the day, even when he needed it. He said it threw off his sleep cycle too much.
“I don’t want to go to bed without you.” Draco buried his face in Harry’s neck again, and Harry chuckled. He sounded a bit like Teddy did when he wasn’t quite ready for his bath. It was a tone Harry had become familiar with, since Teddy stayed overnight at Grimmauld a couple of times a month, to give Andromeda a break on occasion. Draco must be really tired, if he was sounding like that.
“I’ll be up soon,” Harry said. “And besides, we have tomorrow evening together too, right?” One nice thing about especially long shifts at the hospital was that it meant Draco had more time off afterwards. He felt Draco nod again. “So we’ll just relax and do nothing, then. I’ll bring home some takeaway when I get off work, whatever you like. And we’ll lounge, and watch some telly, and have as much sex as you want.”
Draco hummed in appreciation. “That sounds perfect.”
Harry chuckled again. “I thought so.”
Draco still didn’t move, and Harry waited patiently. Finally he sighed, lifting himself off of Harry, giving a stretch. Harry watched appreciatively, and Draco smirked down at him.
“Go to bed, Draco,” Harry said warmly but firmly. “You need the rest.”
“Very well,” Draco said with a sigh. “But I won’t fall asleep until you’re there anyway.”
“We’ll see,” said Harry. Sometimes that was true, but not always.
Draco turned, and Harry relished the view of Draco’s glorious arse as he started walking away. As if he could sense the gaze, Draco turned, looking back at Harry with a smug smile on his face. Harry grinned back at him, amused that, even completely naked, even after three days of hardly sleeping, his boyfriend still managed to put some swagger in his step.
No, Harry really had nothing to complain about at all.
Book_addict_89: Thank you for being my first reviewer for this fic! I’m glad you enjoyed that first chapter. There’s lots more of Vesper and her ass-kicking to come.
SickPuppy: Pratty boys make my blood boil too! Luckily Vesper can handle it.
Yes, this fic will have a hell of a lot of chapters. Many more than SMN, because generally they will be shorter, but I think the fic will be longer overall, too. So glad you’re back for the sequel!
Dedicated_Reader: So excited to have you back! I hope you enjoy all that is to come.
goddess-of_dragons: Thank you! I’m glad you’re into the multiple pov thing. I’ve gotten kind of attached to all these characters and I wanted to explore their lives. I’m trying to update at least once a week, but hoping to make it even more frequent than that, when I can. There is no set day, just when each chapter is ready.
And yay for being inspired! I hope you will post your fic on AFF when it’s finished so I can read it!
myliewilde: Thanks! I’m so glad you’re back and reading again!
Featherquill: Thank you! Lol it was not my intention to end on a cliffhanger, I just didn’t feel a need to show everything that came next. As you see in this chapter, Vesper hasn’t had a real confrontation with Dempsey yet. But I promise you won’t miss it! I hope you enjoyed this installment, since you were anticipating some Drarry action.
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