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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: Lexiatel: Just in case you continued reading, yes I found the first chapter funny as well. :)
Severus1snape:Thank you! :D
Draco smiled as he stretched sore muscles. One arm fell over to his right, but encountered cold sheets rather than the warm body he was expecting. It wasn’t often that he awoke alone in Harry’s bed at Grimmauld, but by now he knew it meant one of two things: Harry was either cooking or showering. Since he couldn’t hear the shower, Draco had to figure it was the former and his stomach rumbled in expectation. It had surprised him that Harry could cook when he had first found out the day he had met Lily, but now he actually looked forward to it. Rolling out of bed, he dragged his pyjama bottoms back on, visited the bathroom and made his way slowly out into the hallway. The scent of eggs, bacon and toast filled his senses, but they weren’t coming from downstairs.
“Harry?”
“Drawing room.”
Draco turned in time to see red sparks shooting out of an open door at the end of the hall. He shook his head as he made his way down. Harry was the only person he had ever met who was still fascinated enough with being able to use magic to want to use it for such simple things. Where it would have annoyed the hell out of him when he was younger, he found himself smiling as he made his way into the room. You’re finding Harry Potter endearing. Merlin save us all.
“Har – mph!”
Draco’s exclamation of surprise turned almost immediately to an appreciative hum as Harry accosted him. He almost lost his balance when Harry leant in so he could reach around to grab his arse, but was saved by hitting the wall behind him. Leaning backwards with Harry plastered to his front was definitely one of the best ways Draco had discovered to start the day, excluding sex, of course. Flicking his tongue out, he traced along the contours of Harry’s bottom lip. Desire flooded through him when Harry’s mouth opened at once; he tasted of bacon and that chamomile tea he loved so much and it caused Draco’s head to swim. Draco settled into the kiss properly when Harry didn’t back off, wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist to pull him closer. The warm body in his arms warded Draco from the slight chill in the air; not that he really noticed it, distracted as he was. He let out a satisfied sound when Harry broke the kiss, ending it by tracing his hands around the bare skin just above the waistband of Draco’s pyjamas and nipping lightly at the corner of his mouth. He found that the sharp jab of pain as Harry bit just that little bit too hard was the perfect balance to the soft feeling inside him, dragging him back to reality before he could lose himself too far.
“Good morning.”
Draco’s eyes opened slowly and he watched Harry walking away. Harry’s arse really was a thing of beauty: tight, firmly muscled and clad in form-fitting jeans, it invited Draco to grab two handfuls and never let go. Realising that a lot of the warmth that had flooded him over the past few minutes was actually desire, he smiled. Images of exactly what kind of good morning he would like to have flashed through his mind, most of them starring the perfect arse he was currently watching.
“Come over here once you’ve stopped perving, will you?”
There was humour to Harry’s voice that only increased the heat building in Draco’s stomach, but he attempted to suppress it for the time being. He knew that he really should learn to control these reactions he had to Harry, because it would eventually lead to a rather embarrassing situation at some point in the future. A sharp jab of lust hit him when Harry turned in the middle of the room and grinned at him. Giving up on trying to control himself, he figured he was quite happy just letting his libido lead him where it wanted for the time being. The fact that the only person it seemed to want was Harry helped, of course. Stepping away from the wall, Draco kept his eyes locked with Harry’s as he made his way over to him.
“Breakfast?”
Draco’s eyes followed the direction of Harry’s gaze to discover a plate of the eggs, bacon and toast under a warming charm waiting for him. Glancing between Harry and the plate, Draco knew that his appetite was going to win out over his libido this time and he grinned. It was a strange feeling, sitting down to breakfast with a man whom his younger self would have much preferred to hex. He joined Harry at a small table that had obviously been pilfered from another room, his thoughts wandering vaguely from how he had wound up in this position to just how good the food was to curiosity over what was written on the parchment Harry was reading.
Being free to study Harry at his leisure always caused Draco’s heart rate to rise and that morning was no different. Apparently he could even turn something as simple as watching Harry read into a prelude to sex, if the levels of desire rushing through him were anything to go by. A small crease formed in between Harry’s eyes as Draco watched him, causing Draco’s fingers to twitch with the effort he was exercising to not reach across the table and smooth the frown off Harry’s face. Thankfully, a derisive snort from across the table distracted him sufficiently enough that his fingers stopped twitching. Harry stood quickly and stomped over to the windows after pushing the parchment away from him with a disgusted noise.
“Read that.”
Draco raised an eyebrow at the demand, but reached across the table to silently draw the parchment to him. What he read sent a shiver of revulsion down his spine.
There was a time when I encouraged both my children and then their children to look up to you. I even told them that you were the kind of man that everyone should hold as a role model, but not anymore. The way you have treated your wife and children is disgusting and you should suffer the full consequences of whatever the law can throw at you. The fact that you held the comfort and safety of your own family lower than your own sexual needs makes you one of the lowest forms of scum on this Earth. I honestly don’t see how anyone can trust you ever again. If you can lie this easily to your own wife and children, then how many other things have been lies? How many times have you lied to the public? Or to the Minister? I’ve seen celebrities come and go over the years, but none of them have fallen as far as I desperately hope that you fall in the wake of this display of who you truly are: a lying, cheating, worthless manipulator who deserves nothing less than to be publically humiliated and set down to the level you deserve. The fact that you chose a Death Eater as the one who...
Draco gave up on the letter before he even got halfway through the page. He had had his own mail rerouted through his lawyers the day the article came out, so he had not been subjected to any of the bile that had been aimed at the both of them and he had thought Harry would have had the sense to do the same. Looking up from the parchment, he glanced over to where Harry stood by one of the floor to ceiling windows. Judging by the stiff set to his shoulders and the clenching of his hands, he must be holding back what would probably turn out to be a formidable explosion of anger. Draco stood and cautiously moved to stand just behind him, but didn’t dare to touch him, just in case.
“Harry?”
“That’s one of the worst that doesn’t include slurs on my sexuality.” His voice was tight and controlled; it reminded Draco that this would have been the first time Harry had experienced any kind of homophobia. “I knew this was coming; I even told Kingsley to expect it. I wasn’t even really surprised by it, or by the force that people are willing to believe Ginny with, but now that everything is out in the open and people are free to decide for themselves, I was hoping that some of them would be able to see both sides. The thing is, I haven’t gotten one single letter that could be considered even the slightest bit positive. It’s all been homophobes and people who believe they have the right to tell me how I should have dealt with this. Yes, I know I was wrong to cheat on Ginny and lie about it. Yes, I know that I could have handled things better, but...” He trailed off with an angry-sounding puff of breath.
Draco shook his head. Trust Harry to hope that he would get some kind of support for this. He had been thinking for a little while now that Harry was too trusting; possibly even a little naive. He stepped tentatively forward and placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder, hoping that he wouldn’t turn and take a swing at him for being half of the cause of his current distress. He let out a surprised sound when Harry did turn, but instead of throwing a punch at him, stepped forward until he could wrap Draco into a tight embrace. Draco’s arms automatically went around Harry’s waist, but only held him loosely out of shock.
“Harry?”
“I want you.”
The skin of Draco’s neck pimpled as the words were mumbled into his collarbone. Merlin knew he wanted Harry just as much as Harry wanted him, but there was something to the tone of Harry’s voice that gave him pause. By this time, he knew that sex was very much a stress reliever for Harry, but he also knew that this wasn’t exactly a healthy reaction. Having dealt with these kinds of letters for a long time after the War ended, Draco knew just how much it could hurt to be told that you were worthless and that you didn’t have the right to breathe the same air as so-called ‘decent’ witches and wizards. Words hurt, even if they were from complete strangers. Fighting down his own reaction to what Harry had said, he took a deep breath.
“Harry...” There was a reasonable tone to Draco’s voice and he received a low growl in response that caused him to grin. “I–”
“Come on, Malfoy,” Harry interrupted as he pushed Draco backwards until he sat down in the chair Harry had recently vacated, then moved to straddle him. “Fuck me. I know you want to.”
Only just holding onto his control when his body wanted to react to the words, Draco placed one hand on Harry’s hip to prevent him from rocking in his lap and tangled the other through the messy hair at the back of Harry’s head. He had not been able to get more than one word out at a time that morning and it was starting to annoy him. As much as he sympathised with Harry’s angry reaction to the letter, he knew that he had to break him out of the habit of repressing this kind of anger: it wasn’t healthy and it wasn’t helpful. Tightening his grip on Harry’s hip and hair, he forced him to meet his eyes.
“You are better than this.”
Harry froze completely, staring down at Draco with a strange glint to his eyes. The muscles in his arms began to cord as he obviously gripped the back of the chair tightly.
“What?”
“Whoever it was that wrote that letter doesn’t know you and doesn’t know the type of man you are; all they have to go off are the articles they read in the papers. As much as I appreciate the idea of being the first one you think of when you want sex, using it and me as a way to relieve your anger over these kinds of things will eventually have poor consequences for your mental health. I tried the exact same thing myself after the War ended and all I got out of it is a list of men I never want to see again.” He fought back a shudder as he remembered some of the things he had been willing to do in the days after the War to help himself forget. “My point is that no matter what some random stranger thinks of you, you are still the same person now that you were before this all happened. The only thing that has changed is that you’ve had your eyes opened.”
Draco had no idea what to expect from this little speech, but having Harry practically melt into him was definitely not it. Harry released his grip on the back of the chair and moved closer, moulding their bodies together as he buried his nose into the hair just behind Draco’s ear. The feeling of having Harry relaxing against his chest caused Draco to smile and he wrapped his arms around him, holding him close as he felt the tension draining out of him.
“Draco...” There was a much more suggestive tone to Harry’s voice this time and Draco’s body reacted to it much faster than the desperation he had been displaying. “You like me a lot more than you’ve said if that’s what you really think.”
Draco’s breath huffed out of him in a shocked laugh as his pulse began to race. He gave himself a quick mental scolding when panic began to rise in his chest: it was perfectly alright for Harry to know that he cared for him. Draco had known that he would have a problem allowing himself to show those kinds of emotions when he had first entered this relationship, but he was getting better at it. If he had had this kind of reaction to Harry a few weeks ago, he most likely would have tried to convince himself that the racing pulse was a symptom of a panic attack, or something similar; at least now he was willing to acknowledge his feelings to himself. He was pulled out of his thoughts when Harry sat back and rested their foreheads together.
“Thank you.”
He tilted his head and sucked Draco’s bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling softly before kissing him properly. Sliding his hands up the back of the shirt Harry wore, Draco drew him closer, enjoying his body heat. This part of the relationship came easily to him, at least. Feeling free to examine the emotions that assaulted him each time he was with Harry, Draco discovered something that disturbed him a little. He really didn’t think that there had been any change in what he felt since they had first got together; in fact, he was certain that what he was feeling right then was almost exactly what it seemed like he had always felt when it came to Harry. Knowing that in his current lust-addled state he was probably not in the best frame of mind to judge something like that, he made the decision to follow through on what Harry was offering and see if there was any change. Breaking the kiss earned him a small whine from Harry.
“Is sex still on offer?”
Harry grinned as he leant in close. “Sex is always on offer; you don’t even have to ask.”
Draco watched as Harry slid off his lap and quickly stripped his clothing off. Normally he would have told him to slow down a bit, but by that time, his own need was beginning to overshadow everything else he was feeling. Raising his hips so he could slide his own pyjama bottoms off, Draco smiled at the hungry look he received in response.
“Come here.” He held his hand out to Harry, who took it with a small frown. “Straddle me. You’ll have full control over the pace and how much of me you take.”
Draco quickly muttered the lubrication charm and ran his hand along his hard cock, making sure he was fully erect before Harry reached him. Harry’s eyes followed the motion of Draco’s hand, sending desire shooting through his stomach. He was surprised when he found it difficult to stop stroking himself as the heat built inside him: with what was on offer, the idea of finishing himself off wasn’t anywhere near as appealing. Harry mumbled the preparation charms just before he moved on top of Draco and even that seemed to send more desire in on top of what he already felt.
“You’re sure? I’ve never–”
“It’s alright; come here.” Draco reached to grasp Harry’s hips, manoeuvring him so he was standing with one leg either side of Draco’s thighs.”Now, sit down. That’s – mmm – that’s it.”
Finding that he was rapidly losing the ability to speak as he felt Harry slowly stretching around him, Draco gave up on guiding him verbally. Using one hand to steady Harry’s hips and the other to guide himself inside, Draco managed to get them into position surprisingly easily. Once Harry was seated on top of him, Draco took a few seconds to steady himself: he let his head fall forward onto Harry’s chest and took several deep breaths, hoping desperately that he would be able to hold on.
“Draco?” Harry’s voice was strained. “Are you... Is this...” He seemed unable to finish a sentence, but Draco thought he had understood.
“Good, so good.”
Tightening his grip on Harry’s hips a little, he rubbed small circles with his thumbs in an attempt to distract himself. The sensation of having almost all of Harry’s weight on top of him was new and was sending sharp jabs of lust lancing rapidly through him. He swore profusely when Harry squeezed his muscles around him.
“Draco?” Harry’s hands came up to raise Draco’s head when he didn’t respond. The pupils of Harry’s eyes were blown wide, leaving only a small trace of green around the edges as Draco met them. “I – I need to...”
Draco nodded. “Move.”
It seemed that that was all Harry needed to hear. He experimented with different paces and different angles: rocking his hips back and forth, bouncing up and down and rolling his hips. Draco held on through it all, the heat and pure need building in him rapidly with each movement of Harry in his lap. His body heated and a fine sheen of sweat formed on his forehead and top lip as he began to struggle to hold onto his rapidly deteriorating control. Harry was so hot, so tight around him and was moaning with each huffed out breath; Draco wasn’t going to be able to last much longer with this kind of stimulation. It wasn’t until Harry fell forward and captured his lips in a deep kiss that he knew he was going to lose control. Harry’s natural scent mingled with the musk of sex, assaulting his senses along with the lingering taste of chamomile and it was too much; his system was overloading. Breaking the kiss, Draco clenched his hands tightly on Harry’s hips.
“Harry... fuck... I... I...”
He made the mistake of looking into Harry’s eyes right at that second and his mind finished the sentence for him. I love you. He gasped as his hips jerked upwards, giving him just enough stimulation to tip him over the edge. With the confusing mix of emotions running through him, he missed Harry’s cry of release and was shocked when he fell forward and landed against his chest, smearing them both with cooling cum.
“Draco...” Harry’s voice was rough and it stirred something inside Draco, buried deep beneath the fading desire and building worry. “So good...”
As much as he wanted to be able to agree and just enjoy his afterglow, Draco’s mind was already racing. Was it possible that he loved Harry? He didn’t think anything had changed over the past few weeks, so maybe he was just confusing lust with love? He ran his hands slowly up and down Harry’s back, automatically moving to soothe him as he panted. They stopped the motion when Harry pushed himself up with what seemed to be a lot of effort.
“Draco? You alright?”
Draco’s stomach fluttered pathetically at the concern he saw in Harry’s face. Harry was everything he had wanted for so long that he now realised that this was the inevitable conclusion to things: he had fallen hopelessly in love with him in the matter of a few weeks. Or had Astoria been right? Had he loved him for years now and just needed this push to reveal everything that he had denied? Either way, one thing was clear to him at least: Astoria was never going to let him hear the end of this.
“I’m fine,” he murmured as he tangled his hand back into Harry’s hair. Just perfect.
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