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Unstoppable	By : Thunderbird Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14474 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews!
I made sure that this chapter was a nice and fluffy one for you (and a bit smutty too, of course). It kind of ended up as a series of snapshots of their weekend together, but I think it works. I hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: M/M lemons.
Chapter 20: Breathe Me
(Harry)

Five years.
Harry grinned to himself as his tongue traced the shell of Draco’s ear, making the blond shudder against him.
He’d had five years of this already, five years of Draco, and he was not even close to having enough.
In fact, he thought as he nipped at Draco’s shoulder and caressed his abdomen with light brushes of his fingers, he had been craving this even more recently, the chance to wake up next to a naked Draco, to tease him until he begged for mercy, and then fuck him with merciless slowness. He’d been thinking about this for a long time.
Not that they were even fucking yet. He hadn’t been able to get past the teasing stage. He was enjoying himself too much.
“Gods, Harry, you’re killing me,” Draco said, as one of Harry’s hands dipped into the crack of Draco’s arse and then ran down, pressing lightly into his perineum and then gently massaging his bollocks. He had been neglecting Draco’s cock completely, but he already knew, from intuition alone, how rock hard it was.
“I know, baby,” Harry said into his ear. “I just can’t help myself. I want to caress every inch of you.” He deliberately let his naked erection bump against Draco’s entrance, making the blond whimper with need.
“And yet there are only a few inches of my body I actually care about you paying attention to,” Draco growled.
Harry chuckled against his neck. “Oh, I don’t know. I wouldn’t say a few.” He finally touched Draco’s cock with one finger, starting at the base and running the pad of his index all the way to the tip. There was already precum leaking out in little pulses, and Harry swirled it around with his finger as Draco gasped. The cock was well-lubed now, and Harry wrapped his fingers around it and gave one slow pump. Draco moaned. “I would say many. Wouldn’t want you to sell yourself short.”
Draco let out a surprised laugh, and this seemed to trigger something, because he moved quickly, rolling over and then on top of Harry.
“Fuck me,” he said, his gray eyes glinting.
“So demanding,” Harry admonished. “I thought I was supposed to be in charge here.”
“You’re insisting on torturing me,” Draco replied. He adjusted himself so he was straddling Harry. “So maybe it’s time I took control.” He ran his arse teasingly along Harry’s cock.
Harry groaned, and had to admit to himself that he was quite game for this position. It would mean that Draco would get to control the pace, true, but, on the other hand, from here Harry would get to watch the whole show. And images of Draco bouncing on his cock were exactly what he wanted right now.
But maybe he could have the best of both worlds.
“Or,” he said, infusing his voice with authority. “You could be a good boy and do exactly what I tell you.”
He watched as Draco stared down at him, his lips parted in blatant arousal. “And what’s that?” the blond panted.
“You may ride me,” Harry stated imperiously, as though he was bestowing some great favor upon the blond. “But you must go slow. You have to make it last. If I don’t like the pace, if you don’t do as I say, I take over.”
“Yes, Harry,” Draco said, all breathy and obedient, and Harry grinned up at him in approval.
“Go on then, Draco,” Harry coaxed. “Impale yourself on my cock. Take every inch into that gorgeous arse of yours.”
Draco moaned again, as if nothing would make him happier, and Harry’s cock twitched in anticipation. Draco grabbed it with one hand to steady himself and began to sink down, already well-prepared for the intrusion.
It would have been so easy to close his eyes and fully surrender to the heat engulfing him, but Harry was determined not to miss a second of this, and so kept his eyes open. Draco was taking it slow, as instructed, and Harry took in every detail of the expression of bliss unfolding on Draco’s face. The blond released a small, breathy moan, then bit his lip, his eyes closed and the rest of his body still, as though the only thing that mattered in the world at that moment was the way Harry’s cock felt inside him.
When he finally bottomed out, both men groaned with mutual approval, and Draco opened his eyes. He stared down at Harry, and Harry nodded to him, giving him permission.
Draco steadied himself with his hands on Harry’s chest and began to move. He lifted up, high enough that Harry felt the cool morning air surround his cock again, and then sank back down, bringing it back into the heat. It was exquisite.
“That’s it, Draco,” Harry said, as the blond did it again, riding Harry as if in slow motion. “That’s just right.”
“Harry,” Draco moaned. “I need…”
“I know,” said Harry. “Find it. Find it inside you.”
Draco adjusted his angle and sank down again, crying out. “Oh Gods, Harry! Right there.”
Harry grinned and started moving his hips, just enough to bump against Draco’s prostate in little thrusts.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Draco said, his whole body shuddering. He was already starting to lose it, trying to ride Harry faster. “Oh, fuck, oh yes, Harry, fuck!”
Harry grabbed him by the hips. “Slow,” he commanded. A part of him wanted to give in and let Draco go as fast and hard as he wanted. And eventually he would let him. But he wanted to see how long he could get Draco to obey.
The blond whimpered at the reminder and started going slow again. He was panting heavily with the effort, his eyes closing once more. Harry relished the sight of Draco getting lost, the way his lean muscles stretched and worked, the way his angry, red cock bobbed slowly in time with the rhythm of his downward thrusts.
“Look at me,” Harry instructed, his tone brooking no argument.
Draco obeyed, and though those gray eyes were glazed with lust they locked onto his and stayed there, as if hypnotized.
Harry let their pace lull Draco into an almost meditative state of tantric pleasure before, in one swift movement, he grabbed Draco by the hips and slammed him down onto his cock, his own hips thrusting upward to meet him. Draco cried out in surprise, but the moan that followed told Harry he’d gotten the angle just right. He did it again.
“Harry!”
He wanted full control now, and he took it, lifting his hips and rolling, effectively pinning Draco to the bed with his body. Draco seemed to have no complaints about the change in position, especially since Harry was already slamming his cock hard into his prostate once again.
“My turn,” Harry said, his voice a carnal growl. He picked up the pace, making Draco let out a sound that was like a continuous rolling moan as his sweet spot was bombarded again and again. “This what you wanted?” he panted in the blond’s ear. “Is this what you’ve been waiting for?”
“Yes, Harry, yes!” Draco gasped.
“Are you going to come, Draco? Are you going to come from my cock inside you?”
He hoped the answer was yes, because he was being spurred onto orgasm faster than he was expecting with this pace, and he wasn’t sure how long he could hold off.
“I’m so close, Harry,” Draco said. “Please, I just need… just a little more.”
Trusting his instincts, Harry actually slowed down a little, making sure he could find the nub inside Draco again, he rubbed along it as Draco moaned and moaned, then started to beg.
With his climax right on the brink, Harry reached for Draco’s cock and stroked it lightly.
That was all it took. Draco started coming, coating both of their stomachs with semen, and Harry cried out as his own orgasm was milked from him through the powerful spasms of Draco’s arse around his cock.
“Yes,” he breathed, still coating Draco’s insides as they both rode out their pleasure. “Draco, yes.”
Their mouths collided in a sensual kiss as they came down from their high, Harry still inside.
“Happy anniversary, Harry,” Draco said when they paused for air.
Harry smiled as he slipped out of Draco and rolled to lie beside him. “We certainly started it off right,” he said. Although in truth, while this was the morning of their actual anniversary, their weekend together had started the night before, after they had dropped Teddy off at Toby Goldstein’s house. They’d had a relaxed dinner, then proceeded to their bedroom for the evening, where they had shagged until they couldn’t move, or speak, or do anything, really.
And yet they still found energy to fuck again in the morning. And it was only Saturday.
“I can’t believe we really have the whole weekend,” Harry said, happiness welling up inside him.
“I said we would. Did you doubt me?” Draco asked. He’d grabbed his wand and was cleaning them off, the charms tickling over Harry’s abdomen.
“No,” Harry replied. “I knew you would do everything in your power… but, you also have mentioned before that your head resident’s a bit of an arse, and I thought he might make things difficult for you.”
“He is absolutely an arse,” said Draco, putting his wand away. “And I could tell he wanted to make me jump through hoops for it. But I’ve got him figured out now. It took me a while, but I know how to play him.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, on top of being an arse, he’s also hinted at being a bit of a homophobe. It’s not blatant, you understand, just little things he says. Little comments he makes on our relationship, ‘who wears the trousers,’ questioning my manhood, that sort of thing.”
“And how does that help you? He sounds like a right prick.”
“Because, thanks to his carelessness about what he chooses to say to me, and how he’s evidently held my sexuality against me since he became head resident, I’ve started logging away evidence. He keeps the comments mild, so one alone is not enough, but it’s been long enough now that there’s a pattern. And I’ve… given him the impression, you could say, that if he doesn’t help me out with loosening up my schedule, I might very well report him for harassment and abuse of power.”
Harry thought about that. “So, you’re blackmailing him.”
“’Blackmailing’ is a strong word.”
“What would you call it?” Harry asked, amused.
Draco grinned. “Being smarter and more cunning than he is.”
Harry laughed and shook his head. It was hardly the approach he’d take in that situation himself, but, then again, Draco had always been one who knew how to get what he wanted.
“It’s important I don’t overplay the hand, of course,” Draco went on. “I don’t want to push him too far. But I think I might be able to swing having Christmas Eve and part of Christmas day this year, if I do this right.”
“Yeah?” Harry asked, unable to keep from getting his hopes up. Draco’d had to work over all of the Christmas holiday the year before, leaving them to have a rather less festive celebration on Boxing Day.
Draco nodded. “So it’s possible we could do Christmas Eve dinner with Mother and Philippe and then go to the Burrow in the morning as well.”
Harry smiled widely at him. “That would be… well… I won’t get too excited, since we don’t know yet… but that would be brilliant, if you could manage it.”
“If it’s going to make you keep smiling like that,” Draco replied, “then I’ll be sure to make it happen.”
He rolled on top of Harry, pressing their naked bodies together again, and Harry allowed himself to get lost in languid snogging, lazily nipping and licking at whatever skin of Draco’s he could reach, occasionally finding his mouth again and making love to that tongue with his own.
As if their bed was a boat adrift in a sea of endless time, Harry forgot everything else, and relaxed, and was content to keep floating on.
***
They did eventually get up for breakfast. Or brunch, as it were. Harry offered to cook before Draco reminded him about Pipsy, and how she had insisted he take care of them completely for the weekend.
The elf had integrated herself nicely into the household, and had taken a special liking to Teddy, who did as he had been told and was very sweet to her. Harry still played with Teddy, bathed him, and read to him before bed every night, but had only cooked dinner twice since Pipsy had joined them, and had gotten a relief from cleaning up altogether. Harry found it eased the burden immensely, just knowing there was someone else in the house all the time to provide help.
Pipsy’s presence didn’t stop him from missing Draco, of course, but the blond was making a real effort as well. On top of having talked to (and blackmailed, apparently, a little) his head resident about having more reasonable hours, he also made small gestures that showed his efforts to be more thoughtful. On his days off he brought Harry lunch at work (unless it was a Friday, which was still reserved for Hermione), so they could spend extra time together. If he was at the hospital, Draco still sent a Patronus to Teddy every night before bed, telling him how much he loved him and to be good for Harry and Pipsy. And Harry had even caught him investigating one of the lamps in the living room, learning what size light bulb it took and what “wattage” and “voltage” meant.
Harry felt happier, better-rested, and more loved than he had since Teddy had moved in. And this weekend was the icing on the cake.
Pipsy served them raspberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausage, and potatoes, and the two wizards ate heartily, having worked up a thorough appetite, all the while discussing what they wanted to get up to next during their weekend together.
“Don’t forget we promised Teddy we’d floo call him at four,” Harry reminded his partner. It was the deal they’d made with Teddy, since it was the first time he’d be away for a whole weekend. Harry was glad, as he found himself wondering how Teddy was getting on at Toby’s house, and if his godson was feeling homesick at all.
Draco downed the remainder of his tea and nodded, and Pipsy appeared swiftly to pour him another cup. “Thank you Pipsy,” he said.
“You is most welcome, Master Draco, sir,” the elf squeaked. “And for you, Master Harry,” she said, turning to him, “is the pancakes to your liking, sir?”
“They’re absolutely perfect,” Harry told her, and she beamed.
“I thought we’d call Teddy and then have dinner here,” Draco said, getting Harry’s attention back. “And then I thought it might be fun to go out.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Well, when was the last time we went to a club and danced and were ogled by fit gay men who wished they were us?”
Harry grinned. “Not since you started at St. Mungo’s, I don’t think.” They did used to go out quite a bit more, sometimes into wizarding London, but more often to Muggle places where they wouldn’t be recognized, where they could drink and dance and snog in anonymity. Draco always loved this, the chance to show Harry off, and to show off just how mad they were for each other. Harry had learned to enjoy it too, especially once he became a more confident dancer and felt like he could hold his own next to Draco.
“Well, what do you think? You said you wanted to go out more, and it seems like we’ve forgotten recently how young and hot we actually are.”
Harry laughed. “I never forgot how young and hot you are, Draco. But sure, let’s do it.” They could afford a late night out. Teddy wasn’t coming home to them until the afternoon on Sunday. They would have most of the day to recover.
“Excellent. So, what shall we do until then?”
Harry considered that while finishing the last of his tea. He glanced out the window and saw that while the day was probably cool and crisp, it was also clear. He smiled.
“Let’s go flying.”
***
Harry was feeling windswept and carefree as he pulled up on his broom and came to a smooth stop. He looked around for Draco, but it was only a few seconds later that the blond appeared beside him, his cheeks pink from the chilly air and his mouth forming a wide grin.
“What do you think?” he asked Harry, rubbing his hands together to warm them. “Stay out a bit longer, or are you ready to head in?”
They’d been flying most of the afternoon on the Malfoy Manor Quidditch pitch, which was the best and most secluded spot to fly that either of them could think of. They’d started with a few games of Seeker’s Quidditch (in which Harry beat Draco two-to-one) and then practiced some tricks. Harry hadn’t realized how rusty he was.
“I’d like to do one more big dive,” he said. It had always been his favorite move. “And then we can take your mum up on her offer of tea.”
“We don’t have to, you know,” said Draco. “She knows it’s our weekend just us. We aren’t obligated.”
“I know that,” said Harry. “But I actually like your mother, you know. And it’s been a while. A short visit will be nice.”
“All right. Let’s dive first then.”
Harry smirked. “If you can keep up.”
Draco laughed. They weren’t actually very competitive anymore, but Harry still enjoyed dishing out a bit of trash talk on occasion, for old time’s sake. But Draco didn’t seem to be taking the bait. “I always have fun trying,” he said.
Harry launched himself into the air, his trusty old Firebolt still responding beautifully to him. He was well above the ground now, and he paused, looking down, while he waited for Draco to join him. He did, and the two exchanged a look.
“Ready?” Harry asked.
“Ready,” said Draco, his gray eyes bright with joy and the fresh air around them.
Harry reared up and then dove, his broom handle at the steepest angle he could manage. The air whipped around him as he gasped, then laughed, then grinned madly. His stomach felt like it had dropped out of him, and the ground was coming ever closer, but that had never frightened Harry before. This was the part he loved the most.
He leveled out just in time, coming low enough that he could brush a hand along the grass.
Perfect, he thought, letting his broom slow as he reached the other end of the pitch. Why didn’t he do this anymore? When had he decided that flying was merely frivolous fun, and not something that was an inherent part of him, something he needed?
He heard Draco coming up behind him and he turned to meet him. Draco was shaking his head.
“You’re insane, you know that?” he said, though he was smiling.
Harry shrugged. “It was just a normal dive.”
“Normal for you, maybe. I had forgotten how fast and steep you like to do that. I about had a heart attack.”
Harry laughed heartily. “You’ve seen me do that a million times.”
“Not since 8^th year, actually. And it nearly killed me every time then, too.”
Harry leaned in to give him a kiss. “Don’t worry. I always come out all right, in the end.”
“In the end, yes,” Draco agreed as he dismounted his broom. “Though it makes me glad I became a Healer, if you’re going to insist on flying like that. At least I’ll be able to mend you.”
“You’ve become very prudent in your old age, haven’t you?” Harry accused.
“I’ve always been sensible,” Draco said airily, making Harry snort. “You’ve just never been sensible enough to notice.”
They walked back to the manor, brooms over their shoulders, bickering good-naturedly about who had been most sensible in their youth, trying to remember specific examples, and soon discovering that when it came to their time at Hogwarts, they had both been rather reckless and stupid.
As they approached the back of the house they could see Narcissa standing at the open French doors, waiting for them. She embraced them both with equal warmth and welcomed them inside.
“I hope you had a pleasant afternoon on the pitch,” she said as they followed her into the east wing parlor.
“Very much,” said Harry. “I’d actually rather forgotten how much flying relaxes me.”
“It’s a pastime I’ve never much enjoyed,” Narcissa admitted. “I’m not fond of heights. Even watching you two up there made me dizzy.” She eyed Harry. “Do be careful with yourself, at least, won’t you?”
Harry grinned at her. “Of course,” he said.
“Can you stay for tea?” she asked them.
“We can have a cup or two,” said Draco. “We have to be home by four to floo call Teddy. He’ll be waiting for us.”
“Very good. Tizzy!”
An elf appeared with a pop. “You called, Mistress?” she squeaked, bowing low.
“Prepare tea for four, if you would, please.” She looked around suddenly. “At least, I believe Philippe will be joining us. I don’t actually know where he is at the moment.”
“Master Philippe is being in his study working on a project, Mistress,” said the elf. “Shall Tizzy be fetching him?”
“Very good,” said Narcissa. “Yes, thank you.”
“Philippe works on weekends as well?” Draco asked his mother as they settled on lounges in the parlor.
“Sometimes,” she said. “If he gets an idea in his head that he get let go of. Or if he’s trying to work through a problem. He’ll tinker away the whole afternoon if I let him. But he would be sad to miss the two of you, since we don’t have you as often anymore.”
Philippe was an inventor, working on contract with any business that developed and sold their own products. He had a knack for thinking outside the box, much like Fred and George Weasley, actually, though his inventions tended to be more practical and less hilarious.
Narcissa had been involved with the man for over two years already. They had met, interestingly enough, through Aurelian Kemp, Vesper’s uncle, who had been married to Philippe’s sister Chloe. Friends from their days in Slytherin house together, the two men had stayed in touch throughout the years, even after Chloe had passed away from cancer. When Vesper and Aurelian had attended a birthday party for Draco at Malfoy Manor, they had brought Philippe along, and the French-born Slytherin had fallen hard and fast for Draco’s mother. Narcissa, for her part, was taken with his genteel manner and inherent warmth, and after only a few weeks came to love his quirky intellectualism as well.
It was a match that suited them both, though they appeared to be in no hurry to marry. They were perfectly content to flit between England and France and spend their days together in relaxed companionship. Though Philippe had grown up primarily in the UK and had been educated at Hogwarts, his late wife had been French and his children, now grown themselves, still lived not far from the family chateau. Philippe liked to be near them when he could, but also knew that Narcissa felt the same about Draco, Harry, Andromeda, and Teddy. So they split their time between the two countries. It was understood that eventually they would settle in France, leaving Malfoy Manor available for Draco, Harry, and their children to move into if and when they so desired. But no one was in much of a hurry for that either, and so things continued as they had been.
Harry wondered idly, as Tizzy prepared their tea, what it would be like to move into Malfoy Manor permanently. He had certainly gotten quite familiar with it over the years, and any bad memories from the war had been comprehensively replaced by all the good memories that came later, including their first holiday spent here. In fact, when they stayed at the manor Draco and Harry still slept in the bed in which Harry had taken Draco’s virginity almost five years ago.
He could be content with it, he thought. He could get used to it. Especially if Narcissa had moved on and the house was truly Draco and Harry’s completely. He would miss Grimmauld, he knew, but that would pass to Teddy someday, as it should.
Philippe joined them as the tea was being served and Harry put his thoughts aside to greet him.
The man was compact, only a few inches taller than Narcissa, and lean for a man his age. His once sandy hair was now mostly gray. He had strong worry lines on his forehead and laugh lines around his mouth, but his warm brown eyes still shone with a youthful, almost boyish energy.
“Glad you could join us for a little while,” he said. Philippe had no French accent to speak of, most of the time, although Harry thought he could occasionally catch a slight rolling of his R’s when the man had been drinking a bit. Otherwise he sounded like a Brit, through and through. “Narcissa was just commenting to me the other day about how busy things have gotten for you, at the hospital, and now you have Teddy.”
“Our days are full, no doubt about that,” Draco agreed. He took Harry’s hand and squeezed it. “That was why it was so important for us to take some time for ourselves this weekend.”
“Indeed,” said Narcissa.
“Been up to anything interesting?”
Harry and Draco exchanged a look.
“Well, other than flying just now, and the fact that we’re planning on going out tonight,” Harry said, “we’ve mostly just been… you know…” shagging our brains out.
“Staying in and relaxing,” Draco finished for him, his eyes remaining wide and earnest.
“Indeed,” Narcissa said again, hiding her smile behind her cup of tea.
“I think it’s wonderful that you two still fly together,” said Philippe. “You both played Quidditch, didn’t you, back at Hogwarts?”
“We were both Seekers,” said Harry. “So we played against each other quite a bit.”
“Harry was much better than me, though,” Draco admitted. “So it wasn’t much of a competition.”
Harry gave him a small smile. “You made me work for it pretty hard most of the time.”
“But you always came out on top,” Draco replied, and there was humor glinting in Draco’s gray eyes that made Harry think perhaps he was referring to something else. He fought a blush.
“I was actually wondering when I might be able to get Teddy on a real broom,” Harry said, to steer the subject away from topics they shouldn’t be hinting at with Draco’s mother present. “He has a toy one from when he was a toddler, but he got bored with it quickly. I thought he might find it more interesting if he could go more than a foot off the ground. But five is a little young, I suppose, isn’t it?”
“We got Draco his first real broom at age eight,” said Narcissa.
“That’s not true,” said Draco. “I remember flying with Father on the pitch when I was six. I had a real broom then.”
“You had a training broom,” Narcissa said patiently. “Which is different. You didn’t get the Nimbus 1900 until your eighth birthday.”
“Hm,” said Draco, thinking that over.
“What’s a training broom?” Harry asked.
“It’s the step between a toy broom and a real broom,” said Narcissa. “It behaves much like a regular broom does, except that it limits how high or fast one can go and has some safety charms built in that keep the rider from falling off or crashing. It’s how many young witches and wizards learn to fly.”
“So maybe that’s what I should get Teddy,” said Harry. He looked at Draco. “That would be a good Christmas present, don’t you think? Then the three of us could go flying together.”
Draco squeezed Harry’s knee. “That’s a lovely idea,” he said.
Conversation turned to other things, including Andromeda and how much better she was doing now that her body had adjusted to the treatment, as well as the happy announcement that Philippe’s oldest daughter was pregnant with her first child. Time passed quickly as Harry listened to the lively chatter and enjoyed the feel of Draco’s hand resting on his.
Life, he felt, was just as it should be.
Well, nearly at least. Harry had to admit that while he had enjoyed himself all afternoon, he was looking forward to seeing Teddy again, even just for a few minutes, to make sure he was happy and well.
He had thought he might enjoy having a break from taking care of Teddy for a little while, and part of him did. But Teddy’s temporary absence had left a small void inside him, as though a piece of his heart had left his body and gone wandering off somewhere, and he would only feel truly content again when he had it back in his sights.
It was a strange, unexpected feeling, but he thought he might know what it was.
This is what fatherhood feels like, isn’t it?
***
They didn’t get to talk to Teddy for long. When they floo called in the boys were outside playing, and it was Toby’s mother Clarissa who answered. She went to fetch them, and both Teddy and Toby sat down in front of the fire and immediately launched into tales of all the things they’d done together so far. Toby was a very creative kid and loved to make up stories, which Teddy loved to act out with him and help him embellish as they went. It probably helped that Teddy’s metamorphmagus abilities were getting better every day and he could change his appearance at will to play pretend as any number of characters.
But it was soon time for them to have a snack, and they wanted to get back to playing, so Draco and Harry let Teddy go and have his fun.
“See you tomorrow, Ted,” Harry said to him, that small void opening up in him again. The ache it left had eased somewhat when he laid eyes on his godson. But the relief wasn’t going to last long, apparently. “We love you.”
“Bye, love you too!” said Teddy, before running off to follow Toby into the kitchen.
Clarissa stayed a moment longer to bid Harry and Draco goodbye and to confirm that she would drop Teddy off at Grimmauld around three in the afternoon the next day, and then the floo connection was cut and the two men returned to their sitting room at home.
“Well, he looked happy,” said Harry, brushing soot off his shirt as he spoke.
“Yes, he did.”
“I’m glad. I was a bit worried he wouldn’t like being away for so long.”
“I know.” Draco was smiling at him, warm and affectionate, though also amused.
“What?” asked Harry.
“You miss him.”
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but realized that there was no point denying it. “A little, yes,” he said. “But I do like being here with you, just us.” He put his hands on Draco’s waist. “I really needed this. And even if it meant a little time missing Teddy, it was worth it to me.”
“Me too,” Draco murmured, and their lips connected softly.
Harry assumed it was going to be a quick kiss, but then Draco’s mouth lingered, and Harry drew Draco closer, deepening their contact. Draco let out a soft moan, his tongue flicking out to taste Harry’s lips, and Harry opened his mouth to welcome him inside. When Harry’s hands descended lower and grabbed ahold of Draco’s arse, the blond let out a soft chuckle, pulling away slightly.
Harry didn’t let him get far, dipping to suckle on his neck and slide his tongue along Draco’s chiseled jaw. “Think we can manage round three before dinner?” he asked, already feeling a hardening bulge in both of their trousers.
“It would be round four for the weekend, wouldn’t it?” Draco replied.
Harry pulled back to look at him. “But who’s counting?” he said with a grin, then put his lips on Draco’s once again.
The kiss was more impassioned this time, and Harry began to steer them towards the sofa. Draco tugged at Harry’s shirt, and Harry lifted his arms, eager to feel Draco’s hands on his bare skin.
“What shall I do to you first?” he asked against Draco’s lips as the blond’s hands descended to Harry’s belt.
“First?” Draco echoed, his voice husky. “First you’re going to come in my mouth. That’s what.” His hand cupped the erection that was still confined in Harry’s underwear, and he smirked at Harry’s deep groan, looking into his eyes. “After that, who knows?”
Harry grinned and pulled him into another kiss. That sounded like a quite a good start to their evening.
***
“You here alone?”
Harry turned towards the sound of the voice and found a pair of dark eyes looking at him. The man had leaned in close to be heard over the thumping bass of the music and the voices of the other patrons.
“Sorry, what?” Harry asked, though he had heard the question perfectly. But he liked to make a person work a little sometimes, especially if they were going to begin with such an overused line.
“I asked if you were alone,” the man said.
“At the moment, it appears I am,” Harry said with a secret smile. But not for long. Draco had only stepped away to the bathroom, and would be coming back any moment. In fact, there was a chance that he had already returned, and was simply keeping his distance to see how things unfolded with Harry at the bar.
“Well not anymore,” the man replied smoothly. “Now I’m here.”
Ugh. That almost ruined the game, a cheesy line like that. Did that ever actually work for him, Harry wondered.
“What are you drinking?” the man asked.
“Bell’s,” Harry replied, taking another sip.
“A Scotch man, eh?” the guy replied, giving Harry a lopsided smile. “That’s hot.”
“I know,” Harry said, which made the man laugh.
“I’m Sam.”
“Harry.”
“Harry,” Sam repeated. “You have the most amazing eyes I have ever seen. Can I buy you a drink?”
“You’re certainly welcome to,” said Harry, “but it won’t get you anywhere.”
The man’s wide smile drooped slightly. “Why not?”
“Well, to be honest, your game could use a little work,” said Harry. “But mostly because I’m waiting for my boyfriend.”
“Your boyfriend?”
“That’s right.”
The man’s eyes narrowed. “You’re lying.”
“I’m really not,” Harry said.
“You said you were here alone.”
“No, actually,” Harry said lightly. “I said that at the moment it appeared that I was. Which is not the same thing.”
Sam paused, seeming to try to work that out. Harry felt an arm wrap around his shoulder.
“There you are, love,” said a familiar voice, and Harry smiled, looking up at Draco. He turned back to Sam.
“It appears I’m not alone anymore,” he said.
Sam looked Draco up and down, then merely sighed in resignation. Understandably. If Harry was looking hot that night, Draco was looking about ten times hotter. His clothes were tight, his hair was expertly mussed, and he’d even put a bit of kohl under his eyes, making him look smoldering and slightly dangerous. Harry’s cock had been twitching a little all evening, every time he looked at the blond in his clubbing getup, and that was even after multiple orgasms that day.
There really was no competition, and Sam knew it.
Which, in truth, was the reason Draco liked playing this game in the first place. And since Draco liked it, Harry played along.
“Dance with me,” Draco said in Harry’s ear.
Harry smiled, finished his drink, and nodded a goodbye to Sam, who was watching them impassively. Then he hopped off his stool and let himself be led to the dance floor, Draco’s warm hand encasing his.
They wound their way through the sea of other bodies, the music humming through Harry’s bones with each heavy beat. Draco found a spot and immediately pulled Harry close.
“So, what was his approach?” Draco asked as he pressed their bodies together and started to move.
Harry laughed. “Not good,” he said in the blond’s ear. “He asked if I was alone and then told me I had the most amazing eyes he’s ever seen. Then he offered to buy me a drink.”
“Not very creative,” Draco agreed. He stared into Harry’s eyes. “But at least he’s honest.”
“Maybe,” said Harry. “But he’s not you, and that’s all that matters.”
Draco kissed him sensually, his tongue delving in to taste the remnants of whiskey lingering in Harry’s mouth.
“Do you know how intoxicating it is, watching them want what I have?” he asked Harry.
“Not firsthand,” Harry replied. Personally, he didn’t much like it when the shoe was on the other foot. And when they were out in the Muggle world, Draco got hit on and ogled quite a bit. It was only back in the wizarding world that Harry got more attention. He certainly didn’t mind sharing the attention with Draco; in fact, he preferred it to what he usually had to deal with. But neither did he get the same kick Draco did out of watching people trying to pick up his boyfriend. It only made Harry’s possessive streak rear its head.
A reaction Draco also rather enjoyed, come to think of it.
“What game shall we play next?” Draco asked him. “The one where I dance while men try to paw me and you intervene? Or the one where we pretend not to speak English and see if we can still get someone to invite us for a threesome?”
Harry laughed against Draco’s throat. “How about the one where we’re so madly in love that no one in the world exists but us? I like that one.”
Draco searched his face. “Done,” he said, then grinned. “So that means we just keep dancing.”
“Yes,” said Harry, pressing against Draco even more.
And so they danced.
***
Everything was fuzzy when Harry awoke the next morning: his head, his mouth, his ears. He opened his eyes, but the light made his brain throb. He groaned.
He heard a chuckle beside him turned towards the sound, still keeping his eyes shut.
“Draco?”
“I’m here,” he said. Harry felt a hand on his cheek. “Hung over?”
Harry groaned again.
“Thought so.” Draco’s voice still sounded amused “You were pretty far gone by the time we got home last night.”
Harry thought back to what he remembered last. It did start to become a bit of a blur. He and Draco danced for quite some time, then went back to the bar for more drinks. They chatted up another gay couple for a while, and they started buying each other rounds and… Harry didn’t remember much after that. He was pretty sure there was more dancing. And he remembered Draco snogging him quite enthusiastically, and thinking that Draco was pretty drunk as well.
“So were you,” he argued now. “You drank at least as much as me.” And neither of them did a whole lot of drinking in their normal life, so it hadn’t taken much.
“That’s true,” Draco agreed.
“So why aren’t you miserable?”
The blond chuckled. “Because my headache woke me up at six and I decided to go ahead and take a hangover potion.”
“Smart,” said Harry.
“Here.” Harry felt Draco place a vial in his hand. “Drink up.”
The thought of consuming anything was unpleasant, especially when he sat up in bed and he was overcome with a bad bout of dizziness for a minute or two. But he made himself unstop the vial and swallow down the fizzy white liquid inside.
He sighed in relief as he felt the light and refreshing taste of citrus hit his tongue. His headache was already starting to clear, and as soon as the potion hit his stomach his nausea was gone too. He opened his eyes. Draco was smiling at him,
“Better?”
“Much.” Harry ran a hand through his messy hair. “Remind me not to drink like that again. I always end up being sorry I did.”
Draco arched a brow. “Doesn’t everyone?”
“I hope we didn’t get up to anything stupid or illegal in our state.”
“Nah,” said Draco. “We were well-behaved. At least, I think we were.”
“How would we know?”
Draco smirked. “I suppose we wouldn’t. All I know is, I didn’t snog anyone but you. I remember because there was that one bloke who groped and tried to kiss me and I shoved him off because I knew he wasn’t you.”
“I don’t remember that!” said Harry, aghast.
Draco shrugged. “You might have been talking to Rob and Conner.”
“Who are…? Oh, right.” That was the other couple they had got to talking to. “I wished I’d seen it happen. I would have hexed his bollocks off.”
“Good thing you didn’t then,” said Draco. “I think you would have gotten into a fair bit of trouble violating the Statute of Secrecy while drunk at a gay club.” He tilted his head again. “Then again, you are Harry Potter, so you can get away with just about anything.”
Harry scowled. “It would have been better if there were no men groping you in the first place.”
“I agree. But that’s the risk you run sometimes.”
Harry considered that. Maybe he was just getting old, but he didn’t think he wanted to go out clubbing again for a long time. It took too much out of him. “Going out is fun,” he said. “But I think I like just being home with you better.”
Draco’s smile softened. “Me too,” he said. “But we’ve got it out of our system for a while now, so we can go back to being boring, responsible parents, right?”
“I don’t know about boring,” said Harry. “After all, the main reason I like having you home with me is that I can bugger your arse as much as I please. That’s hardly boring, now is it?”
Draco laughed. “No, I suppose not.”
“You suppose?”
Draco laughed again, but this time it was darker and huskier. He loomed over Harry, one hand caressing his naked abdomen. “Maybe I just need you to remind me how not boring it is.”
Harry licked his lip. “A last hurrah before Teddy comes home?”
“Only if you’re up for it,” Draco said. “I’ve already made you work quite a bit this weekend, haven’t I?’
“Only one way to find out how up for it I am,” he said, looking at Draco like he was issuing him a challenge. “Touch me.”
Draco bit his lip, the amusement in his expression falling away. “With pleasure. Sir.”
***
Harry was a satisfied, happy man by the time Clarissa Goldstein arrived to bring Teddy home. The last two days had been exactly what he needed, and he felt like he could go back to work, and back to parenting, rejuvenated.
I can’t let myself get so stressed and tired again. It wasn’t good for him or anyone else around him. He was learning that he needed outlets for his stress and to take time for himself. He was definitely going to do more flying, he decided. And take Draco up on his offer to take care of Teddy so Harry could spend time with Ron and Hermione once in a while, or maybe Molly and Arthur, or George, or Andromeda, or the many other people he missed spending time with. He deserved a break every now and then. He was finally learning that.
For the moment, though, he was just happy to have Teddy back. The boy was pretty worn out from his weekend of fun, and was content to quietly do a puzzle in the sitting room with Harry and Draco while Pipsy prepared dinner. By the time he was fed and bathed, he was yawning and rubbing his eyes, a clear sign that he was ready for bed.
“We can skip reading tonight, if you want,” said Harry.
Teddy shook his head. “I missed my books,” he said. “I want to read at least two.”
Harry chuckled. “All right. But say goodbye to Draco first. He has to go to work.”
Draco was about to begin a sixty-hour shift at St. Mungo’s, a long one to make up for the fact that he’d taken the entire weekend off. Harry felt a surge of gratitude towards him. He’d made their anniversary an amazing one, and now he was returning to a grueling job without complaint.
After Draco kissed Teddy and told him when he would next be home, Harry walked him out into the hallway. He put his arms around Draco’s waist and drew him into a heartfelt kiss, one that had Draco humming in appreciation.
“This weekend was perfect,” Harry told him when he pulled away. “Thank you.”
“There’s no need to thank me, Harry,” Draco said. “You deserve someone who will make time for you. So that’s what I plan to keep doing.” He gave Harry another kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
When Draco was gone, Harry returned to Teddy’s room. The boy was looking over his bookshelf, deciding which books he wanted to read. Harry sat down on Teddy’s bed and watched him with warmth pooling in his chest.
“Find what you’re looking for?” he asked Teddy finally.
“I don’t know,” his godson replied. “I want to read them all.”
Harry suppressed another chuckle. “Come here a moment.” He opened his arms.
Teddy looked at him for a second, then made his way over. Harry scooped him into his lap and held him close.
“I’m glad you’re home, Ted,” he said. “I missed you.”
Teddy nuzzled into his collarbone but replied, “I was only gone two days. And you said you were going to have fun with Draco, just you and him.”
“I know,” Harry said with a soft laugh. Trust Teddy to quote his words almost exactly from when he explained why Teddy was going to be staying the weekend with his friend. “And I did have fun with Draco. But I missed you anyway.”
“I had fun with Toby,” said Teddy with a sigh. “But I missed you too.”
Harry kissed the top of his head. “There’s no one in the world who means what you mean to me, you know. And there never will be.”
Teddy didn’t say anything, only tightened his grip in Harry’s shirt. There was a good chance he didn’t really understand what Harry meant. But that was all right. He would someday.
“Shall we read, then?” he asked Teddy after a few minutes.
He felt Teddy nod against him before the boy pulled away. “Yeah. But you can pick. I can’t decide.”
Harry laughed. “Ok, Teddy. Whatever makes you happy.”
Up Next: Hermione balances caring for Ron and working on her parents’ case.
goddess-of_dragons: Interesting thought, that Harry might get involved in rounding up the Green Adders. That honestly hadn’t crossed my mind. It would be a cool direction to go, but Harry’s got enough going on in this story, so he’s going to leave the law enforcement to the professionals. I hope you liked the little break I gave him and Draco on this chapter to enjoy themselves. I agree, Teddy is nice to have in this story, but it’s still important that their relationship continues to deepen.
You mentioned the stories you started… I was wondering if they were multi-chapter pieces or if they were shorter. If you’ve been trying to write longer stuff and keep getting stuck it might be worth trying just a oneshot. Keep it simple and don’t try to do too much at once, just focus on it having a clear beginning, middle, and end. Sometimes the most important thing is just finishing a story. It can give you insight into how to craft a complete plot that you wouldn’t have otherwise. Just a thought! I would always be happy to read anything you write :)
My director did like the script! I had to make some changes, but that’s to be expected. Can’t get things perfect the first time. Thankfully it’s done now and out of my hands, so I can focus on other things!
Book_addict_89: LOL yeah I know. I totally would have taken advantage of my maleness in that situation (true confessions, I’ve always been a little curious about what it would be like).
I hope this chapter satisfied your need to spend some time with the boys. We’ll actually be getting some more good stuff with them coming up too.
And I hope the writing is going well, and you’re not being too hard on yourself! You already know what you’re capable of, so have faith!
Whitmore: Congrats on catching that little detail! Yes, something regarding that will be coming up later on, but as I don’t want to give anything away, you’ll just have to wait and see! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
LadyShire: I’m sorry I put you through three months of no fiction from me. It was a sad three months for me also. But now I’ve got these two fics going and I’m excited to keep writing!
Yeah, Hermione’s being a bit of a dumb-dumb. But mostly it’s that the secret has gotten out of control and she doesn’t know how to go about telling people. There is guilt and shame and confusion all wrapped up in that. Draco could have said something more directly, and that might have helped, but he didn’t want to pry. And now Ron is injured. So a whole series of things are conspiring right now.
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