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19 Years and 5 Minutes Later	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 58417 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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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: Thanks for the reveiws, guys! :D

The next few days proved to be a true test of Draco’s patience. The threats and insults to himself he could deal with, he could even deal with hearing people slander Harry – he had done it enough himself over the years – but when they began to focus on Astoria was when he really got angry. She was the only innocent in this entire mess and when one of the papers decided to do an exposé on her instead of him, it was the final tipping point. He had abandoned his work for the entire day on Friday in order to be present when his lawyers raided the offices of the Weekly Gazette up in Newcastle. It had been well worth the effort and loss of money, as it had dragged out information on the editor that Draco had been able to use to intimidate him into complete silence when it came to his wife and child.
One of the other disadvantages that came along with the papers’ fascination with him and their increased curiosity, of course, was that it increased the pressure and stress on him to almost unbearable levels. The public’s interest in him and his family had never really waned, but it hadn’t been this bad since the days of the War. His mini breakdown on Wednesday had just been the start. Astoria taking him to visit her parents in Italy had helped a little, but by the time the mess with the Gazette rolled around, his shoulders felt as though they were permanently tensed, his stomach was roiling and his head throbbed in time to his heartbeat. Added on top of everything that was going on with the newspapers was his constant fear that Harry was never going to be able to return his feelings and that he was just going through all of this for nothing. It was all too much and not even spending the night at Grimmauld alone with Harry on Friday night after he had dropped Lily off at her grandparent’s house had been able to help. He woke late on Saturday morning to the worst tension headache he had ever experienced.
“Harry...”
He tried to stretch his arm out, carefully trying to not move any other body part in case it made everything worse. A frown crossed his forehead when he realised that he couldn’t really move, but it soon smoothed out when the reason became clear: Harry was holding him close to his chest in their bed, his arms wrapped tightly around his torso.
“Finally!” Harry sounded so relieved that Draco’s mind began to race, trying to work out what could be wrong. “Shh, it’s alright; you’re alright.” Draco frowned again, but before he could force his brain into forming actual words, Harry spoke again. “Drink this.”
Draco felt the lip of a bottle pressed to his lips and he automatically opened his mouth to swallow it down. He grimaced when he tasted one of his own pain potions, but gulped it down in one breath when he realised that it would take the throbbing headache away. It didn’t occur to him to open his eyes, as he knew that the light would be too bright, even if it was only the dull light of an October morning. Instead, he focussed on the pain in his head, waiting for the potion to start to take effect. He knew it wouldn’t be long, because it was one of his own. It felt like an eternity – when in reality it could have only been a few minutes – but he eventually felt the throbbing lessening and he began to take stock of other body parts. His shoulders still ached, but Harry’s fingers softly massaging them was doing wonders for that problem; his neck was also stiff, but again, Harry’s fingers were moving slowly upwards and would take care of that relatively soon. He curled his fist, clenching his hand around one of Harry’s biceps tightly as he did.
“Harry?”
“I swear to God, Draco, if you ever scare me like that again...”
Harry left the threat open, but Draco got the point. What he did not understand, however, was exactly what he had done to scare Harry. He was missing vital pieces of information and it was frustrating. Still not bothering to open his eyes, he tried to reason out what had happened.
“I scared–” He had to break off when his voice cracked and he coughed, automatically trying to clear it.
“Did you have nightmares after the end of the War? Because that is exactly what this sounded like: like the ones Ginny had after everything was done,” Harry supplied quietly. “You started by kicking out in your sleep. I lit my wand and rolled over to see you covered in sweat; it was like you’d run a marathon or something. You were muttering something about not being able to tell someone something?”
Guilt shot through Draco’s stomach at that: he knew exactly who it was he couldn’t tell something and what that something was. There was no way he was letting on that he knew, however, so he just lay there, hoping Harry wasn’t waiting for a response. Thankfully, it seemed he wasn’t.
“Then it looked like the dream changed, because you started actually thrashing around on the bed. I really did try to wake you, but every time I tried, you’d lash out. You wouldn’t wake up on your own either, so I did the only thing I could think of to keep you safe from yourself. I know restraining someone who was asleep probably wasn’t the smartest idea, but it looked like the only option I had. You’re a lot stronger than you look, you know.”
Now that was something Draco felt he could respond to. There was a warmth to Harry’s voice that only increased the guilt Draco was feeling, but he pushed it aside as best he could. He knew he couldn’t just blurt out that he had stupidly fallen for him and risk being either rejected or laughed at: he wasn’t sure he could deal with that kind of pain on top of everything else. Instead, he raised his head a little and opened his eyes, meeting Harry’s with a small smile.
“Yes, I had nightmares after the War ended. I never remember them though; I never have. They were much worse before I married Astoria as well, because she also had them. It almost felt as though having someone in the house who could understand what I was going through made everything better. She wasn’t directly involved in the battle, because she was too young, but a lot of her Housemates stayed. Chances were, after we married, that if I woke in the middle of the night because of a nightmare, she wouldn’t object to being woken up, because she did the same to me.”
It wasn’t a lie, not completely. Draco chose to think of it more as avoidance: he had answered Harry’s question about his nightmares while completely dodging having to answer the question of what he couldn’t tell the mystery person he had been having the nightmare about. Besides that, he knew that each of the War veterans – and how strange it was to be thinking of himself like that! – had come away from the War with some kind of psychological damage. For example, he knew that Greg and Pansy both had nightmares; a lot of the ex-students were a lot quieter than they had been before the War and even Blaise, who had seemed much more stable than the rest of their year, had a therapist he saw each week. It was simply one of the consequences of surviving what they had survived. He also knew that there was absolutely no reason for him to have to lie to Harry about this part, because Harry had probably had it much worse than the rest of them put together. Not that Draco had asked and, equally, Harry hadn’t offered to tell: the War and its repercussions was something you just didn’t speak about anymore unless you were a politician. Everyone who had been through it was sick of discussing what could have happened and what had happened and everyone who had been too young to live through it was learning all about it at Hogwarts anyway. Pushing himself up onto his elbows broke Harry’s grip on him, but Draco discovered that he needed the distance: he was letting himself be too vulnerable; too open.
“Draco?” Harry’s eyes were as wide and open as ever, causing guilt to flash through Draco’s stomach again. “You know you can tell me anything, right? If you want to talk, I’m here for you.”
Draco smiled and lowered his head so he could rest their foreheads together. He was finally starting to get used to Harry’s openness and, instead of making him feel even more vulnerable, these days it just caused desire to pool in his stomach. This was a feeling that he had never before expected to feel: being warm, safe and completely relaxed in another man’s arms. It had been strange at first, because he was so used to being the dominant one – for lack of a better word – in his relationships, but he knew now that these emotions were inevitable when it came to him and Harry. He allowed himself to enjoy the sensation for a few seconds before responding.
“I know.”
The words were whispered against Harry’s lips before he leant down to capture them in a soft kiss. The kiss didn’t stay soft for very long: the potion had worked wonders on Draco’s headache, just as he had known it would. Dipping his tongue into Harry’s mouth earned him a deep groan that had him smiling into the kiss. He shifted so he was lying fully on top of Harry when Harry’s grip on him loosened completely, finally allowing him to move from his side. As always, the feeling of having Harry beneath him got Draco going much faster than nearly anything else he could think of. Not that he was doing much in the way of thinking at that moment, not with Harry’s hands reversing direction and moving slowly down his back. He broke the kiss when Harry raised his knees, causing their hips to align and Draco to feel the growing evidence of Harry’s desire for him.
“I want you.”
“I know.” And it was an amazing feeling: Draco could bring the mighty Harry Potter to his knees, quite literally if he wished. Harry could – and had – make his worries disappear in the matter of only a few seconds and at this moment in his life, that was exactly what Draco needed. “Show me.”
Draco grinned when Harry flipped them over and began kissing and nipping his way down his neck and chest. This was one area where Draco had been able to teach Harry, guiding him through exactly how to please him. It had been well worth the effort as well: because Harry had not had any experience with anyone else before Draco, he had no habits to unlearn before Draco could be totally satisfied. The other men Draco had been with all had their own techniques that had worked with past partners, but some of them had left Draco cold. Harry never had, though. He arched his back and bit down on his bottom lip when he finally felt Harry’s hot breath huffing over the head of his cock.
“You’re so quiet during sex...”
The words rumbled along the length of Draco’s cock and he let out a breathless sound, more a moan than actual words before collecting himself enough to respond properly. “You’d prefer me to tell you what to do?”
“Gods, no: you’re bossy enough as it is.”
Harry had, once again, kept his lips pressed firmly against the underside of Draco’s cock, allowing him to feel the vibrations of his voice. This was something that Harry had simply started to do in the past fortnight and it drove Draco mad. It was almost like having an actual blowjob, but it was nowhere near enough for him to achieve any kind of satisfaction from it.
“Shut the fuck up and get on with it, then.”
Draco could feel Harry smile before he spoke again. “Mmm?” Draco bit down on his lip again. “I was under the impression you liked this?” He clenched his hands into the sheet beneath him as Harry moved lower. “You certainly seem to like it.” Draco’s eyes squeezed shut as Harry reached the sensitive skin where the base of his now-straining cock met his sac. “No? How about if I do this?”
Draco groaned as his balls were sucked into the heat of Harry’s mouth. Harry began to chuckle a second later, continuing the slow torture as the sound vibrated through Draco once again. Giving up on any pretence of having control over himself, Draco muttered the lubrication charm and reached down to begin to stroke himself. The sense of relief that washed through him on the first stroke had him groaning again. He knew he wouldn’t last long with this amount of stimulation, especially considering Harry’s hands were now exploring the tops of his thighs as he hummed tunelessly. Draco allowed his legs to raise and fall apart as he got closer and closer to orgasm, giving Harry better access to the sensitive skin at the back of his thighs. Harry’s fingers brushed light touches over him, the vibrations stoked the fire now raging in his stomach and his hand quickened on his cock, but it wasn’t until one of Harry’s fingers pressed lightly against his perineum that Draco lost it completely. Yelling hoarsely as pleasure rushed through him, he shot thick ropes of cum up over his hand and stomach. Harry continued to suck on his balls as they emptied, but also replaced Draco’s hand with his own as he faltered. Harry stroked him through his orgasm, milking him for everything he could give before releasing him and beginning to lick him clean. Draco had no idea how long he lay there panting for breath before Harry finally made it up his chest to claim his lips in a passionate kiss.
“Draco...”
He hadn’t needed the prompt: his hand was already stroking up the length of Harry’s hard cock, using the leftover lube still on his hand. When it became obvious he wasn’t going to be able to do much else, he flipped them over again so he was on top. The angle was much easier from there, allowing Draco to balance on his knees as he stroked Harry’s cock. He sent his other hand exploring Harry’s hotspots, knowing he was worked up enough that he wouldn’t need much. Harry’s back arched nicely when Draco stroked his palm over his hard nipples and he grinned. Harry had apparently not known that his nipples were sensitive and Draco had taken much pleasure in showing him just how much enjoyment he could get out of the seemingly useless little nubs. He pinched hard and Harry groaned, pressing into him.
“Draco... Please... I – I...” Draco smiled as Harry lost his words again, panting as Draco pinched his nipple again. “I... Nnngh... I...”
Taking pity on him, Draco increased his speed and leant down to kiss him. It wasn’t long before Harry was coming, spurting jets of hot cum over the two of them. He returned the favour Harry had done him and stroked him until he began to go limp in his hand. Once Harry was spent, Draco cleaned them both with a wave of his hand, gathered Harry in his arms and rolled them over. He fell asleep again easily.
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You what, Harry? How was that sentence going to end?
Harry lay next to Draco, watching him as he slept. He had known that Draco either hadn’t been sleeping properly, or else just needed a really good night’s rest, but he hadn’t thought it was this bad. Draco’s sleeping patterns weren’t what was worrying him, however.
You wanted to tell him something and it was urgent that he knew. What was it?
He had never been in love before, that much he now knew for sure. Would it feel different from what he had felt for Ginny? He thought it would, but as he was unsure if he was feeling it now, he couldn’t be certain. What he did know was that what he felt for Draco was much more intense than anything he had ever felt for Ginny, or anyone else, for that matter. He had never yet felt the kind of pull he felt towards Draco for anyone else, nor had anyone ever been able to turn him on so quickly. But then, he reconsidered, Draco had always been able to get his attention much faster than anyone else. Harry had paid him close attention in both class and the Great Hall at school and then there had been that whole stalking incident in their sixth year... Maybe this had been inevitable since their first meeting? If he had been the kind of person to believe in Fate, then that was what he would be calling this now. However, he much preferred to think that he had control over his own destiny.
So, if you are in control of this and he is making you feel this way... What? Is it love? Is it just lust that you’re confusing for love? And what about him: does he love you, or are you just a lay for him?
Sighing softly, he inched his way out of bed, pulled some scattered clothing on and moved down through the house to the living room. There was only one person who could answer personal questions about Draco and thankfully, she was only a floo trip away. He stepped out into Malfoy Manor a few seconds later and glanced around. There had been a chime that sounded when he had stepped through, telling the occupants that someone had entered through their floo, so he knew Astoria would arrive soon. Sure enough, she entered from the doorway to the hall in less than a minute.
“Harry? What’s happened? Is Draco alright?”
She was frowning in obvious confusion and Harry smiled in response. “He’s fine, there’s no need to worry. There’s, er, a few things I need to ask you, though and thought it would be best to ask while he was asleep.”
“Oh, alright... Yeah, sure. Come with me.”
Harry could see her posture relaxing as she moved out of the room ahead of him. It was nice to know that Draco had someone like her to rely on at home. Not many men in his position would have been able to pull off a subterfuge like he had been. He followed Astoria into a well-lit parlour on the bottom floor and took the soft chair she motioned him into. She pulled a bell and a house-elf popped into existence beside her, wearing the uniform of the Union that Hermione had worked so hard to organise. Harry smiled.
“I’ll have a white tea, two sugars, please Tinky. Harry, how about you? I’m afraid we don’t have any chamomile, though.”
“Oh, er, that’s fine. I’ll have the same, thanks.” He frowned as what she had said sank in. “How did you know what tea I take?”
The smile she offered up was devious. “Draco talks about you. A lot.”
“Oh.” Harry could feel a blush beginning to spread across his cheeks and he ducked his head, not wanting her to see.
“It’s alright: you’re together, so you’re allowed to talk about each other now, you know.”
Still unable to conquer the blush, Harry grinned at his hands in his lap. “That’s a good thing, because he’s what I need to talk to you about.”
They were interrupted by Tinky coming back with their tea and some extra biscuits. Astoria dismissed the elf, stating that she was perfectly capable of serving the both of them. When he was sitting with both hands wrapped around a steaming cup, Harry finally raised his head, meeting Astoria’s eyes.
“What does he say about me?” His curiosity had gotten the better of him, despite the fact that he knew she wouldn’t answer him: her loyalty was to Draco, not him.
“Now that would hardly be fair of me, would it?” She shot him a grin and Harry began to understand why she and Draco got along so well. “That wasn’t what you wanted to ask, was it?”
“No,” Harry laughed. He took one last sip of hot tea before setting it aside and organising what he needed to ask in his mind. “You know Draco better than anyone else in the entire world. Is there any way of... I don’t know... Reading him? I know he still practices Occlumency, because I see his face go blank a lot, just like Snape’s used to back in school. There has to be a way to be able to tell what he’s thinking or feeling without pissing him off enough that he starts screaming at me. That way is effective, but I’m kind of sick of it.”
Astoria grinned at him again before answering. “Are you absolutely certain you want to know what he’s thinking? Most of it isn’t very nice.”
“I’m actually more interested in finding out what he thinks when he’s around me, rather than what he thinks of the latest Ministry gossip, honestly.”
“You want to know how he feels about you.”
Harry blinked rapidly in surprise. He had forgotten that Draco had mentioned that Astoria had been Sorted into Ravenclaw and that she actually had all the smarts that that House was renowned for. Taking a fortifying sip of tea before he answered helped to clear some of the shock from his mind and he managed to smile at her.
“I do.”
“Why not just ask him?”
“Yeah, I can see that going really well. When he starts to laugh can I come back and live here, because I’m pretty sure he won’t stop for a while.” He grabbed his tea and took a deep gulp, almost scalding his tongue in the process.
“He won’t laugh at you, Harry. He might lie if it suits him better, but he won’t laugh.”
The sincerity and warmth in Astoria’s voice actually nearly convinced him that she was right. It was the idea of actually following through on those words that held him back. He closed his eyes and took a slow breath.
“Can you just tell me one thing? Just one little physical clue so I know that I’m at least not doing something he doesn’t like? I’m not even asking for the bedroom,” he added quickly when she smirked at him. “Just an average, everyday thing that he does that I’ll be able to see if he does it around me.”
Harry had to force himself to not hold his breath as he waited for her answer. If he was able to read Draco even a little, then maybe he could start to understand him better and through that, understand his own confusing feelings for him.
“Alright,” Astoria murmured as she placed her cup on the coffee table beside her and sat up a little straighter. “One little thing can’t hurt. This is something that I’ve only ever seen him do around me and Scorpius when we’ve done something that affects him on a level he can’t deal with in public. Generally it breaks through those ridiculous Occlumency shields he keeps up and would make him display an emotion he’s not comfortable with in public. I would say that if he does this around you, then you’re in. It means he cares for you more than he’s willing to show in public which for a Malfoy generally tends to translate into love, or something very close to it.”
Harry watched carefully as Astoria closed her eyes, clenched her hands and took a deep, slightly shaky breath. His stomach dropped into his shoes just before she opened her eyes again. He recognised that action: Draco had been doing that in front of him for weeks now.
“That...?”
“That’s it, sorry. That’s roughly about the level of emotion he shows in public. You have to understand that he wasn’t raised the same way everyone else was. Lucius never showed affection in public and that is the example Draco had to follow. He never had any other relatives that he was close to, so Lucius was it. That little breath thing he does is the closest I’ve seen him come to displaying any kind of joy or happiness or love in public.”
“I, er, thank you.” Harry smiled, his mind racing. “I’ll make sure to keep an eye out for it. I’d better get back now, though; he doesn’t like to wake up alone.”
He kept up the smile as Astoria walked him to the floo again, but it faltered the second he arrived back in Grimmauld. What did this mean? Draco had been doing exactly that around him for weeks, probably close to a month. He made his way slowly back up through the house, nibbling on his bottom lip as he tried to sort through the confusion in his mind. That confusion cleared when he re-entered the bedroom, however. Draco was lying sprawled across the bed, his arm flung across Harry’s side of the bed, his legs tangled in the sheets and his head on Harry’s pillow.
“Hey, budge over will you?” He reached to poke Draco in the ribs as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Bugger off, Potter,” Draco grumbled in response, but raised himself up on his elbows long enough so that Harry could slide in under the covers, then collapsed down on his chest with a soft sigh. “Where’d you go?”
“I wanted some tea.”
Harry smiled wide when Draco’s only response was a sleepy-sounding hum. He ran his hands up and down Draco’s back, pressing the muscles gently where he knew Draco had been feeling sore recently. Draco fell back to sleep quickly, causing warmth to spread through Harry’s stomach that had nothing to do with the body heat seeping into him. If this was what real love was, then Harry wasn’t going to turn it down. And if it turned out that Draco really did love him, then he was going to make damn sure that he was worthy of that love, because he knew Draco didn’t open up to just anyone.
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