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Amore Schiavo	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 39164 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Dumbledore folded his hands in front of himself. “Three months.” He repeated.
Harry cursed. “And Bill says he can’t work any faster than that? You’re sure?” He asked.
Dumbledore shook his head. “Breaking Wards is a very delicate business, Harry, especially with older ones such as those around Malfoy Manor. He’ll be working as fast as he can, but he said three months is the time it will take if everything goes well. If anything goes wrong, it could take even longer. Draco helped a lot by telling him what the Wards were, but even with that knowledge, these things take time, My Boy.”
Harry sighed. “Alright. So, we have three months before we can do anything. I suppose we’ll just have to wait, then.”
Dumbledore nodded. “Most of war is waiting, for one thing or another, I’ve found. But this time, we have the upper hand. In three months’ time, I believe we will be able to end this, once and for all.” He told Harry.
Harry nodded. “Well, I suppose I should get back to Draco. He asked that I get back to him as quickly as I could, since it’s our weekend together, and all. Thank you for letting me know what Bill said, Sir.” He finished, getting up and heading for the door.
“Anytime, My Boy! Do tell Draco hello for me, will you?” Dumbledore requested brightly.
*****
Draco nodded, his head resting on Harry’s thigh as Harry carded his hand through Draco’s hair. “Three months sounds about right. I’m not surprised.” He said lightly.
Harry sighed. “Well, I bloody well was.”
Draco snorted. “Expecting miracles, Harry? Breaking through Wards is a tricky process, even when you know what you’re dealing with, and the Manor’s Wards are woven together, acting like a net over the Manor and grounds. They need to be taken down as one, since the second they go down, Fa—Lucius—will feel it. We’ll need to time our arrival to coincide with when the Wards go down, or as close to it as we can get. That way, once our cover is blown, reinforcements will be able to get in. It’s all very risky. But I’m sure if anyone can pull this off, it’ll be you.” He stated surely.
Harry’s hand froze. “You really mean that?” He asked softly. He hadn’t felt a lie.
Draco sighed. “You always manage to pull off the impossible, Harry. And I will be the first to admit that Lucius is not infallible. With the two of us working together, with all the advantages piling up against him, I’m very confident in our ability to come through this in one piece.” He said.
Harry smiled. “Thank you, Draco. Your trust in me means a lot.”
Draco hummed, rubbing his cheek against Harry’s thigh. “Take me to bed.” He whispered.
Harry got up and took Draco’s hand. “All right, let’s go.” He said, heading into the bedroom, pulling the naked blond with him. “I like it when you’re naked.” He commented. “Half my work’s already done for me.”
Draco smiled as Harry pulled him close. “Well, it’s only right that I be naked when it’s just the two of us. That way, you know that I’m available for your pleasure whenever you want me.” He said lightly.
“Mm, for my pleasure. So, you’re willing to do whatever I want you to?” Harry asked.
Draco cocked his head. “Why do I think this is going somewhere I’m not going to like?” He asked, pulling away slightly.
“Draco, I really want you to top. Please will you? Just once, for me?” Harry asked.
Draco frowned. “You know I don’t want to-“
“And I won’t force you to, I swear it. I’m just asking.” Harry said softly. “I just want to try it, but I don’t want to do it with anyone I can’t trust. I can trust you.”
Draco bit his lip. “It hurts, especially the first time. We don’t know what the spell will do to me for hurting you, even if you asked for it.” He said.
Harry nodded. “And if anything happens, we can stop. But I really want to try.”
Draco sighed, then shrugged. “I suppose we can. We’ll just need to go slow and make sure I prepare you thoroughly.” He said.
Harry smiled brightly. “Really? You’ll do it?” He asked.
Draco nodded. “I’ll do it. Just this once.” He said. He didn’t add the ‘because I love you,’ but the words hovered on the tip of his tongue, wanting to be said. He bit them back furiously. He’d told Harry he hadn’t wanted his heart, so he had only himself to blame for the heartbreak he knew was in store when Harry finally found someone he wanted to marry. There was no reason to shatter the illusion early by blurting out his feelings and having Harry tell him they couldn’t be reciprocated. He’d enjoy living the lie while he could.
Harry undressed and laid on the bed, grabbing the lube and tossing it to Draco. “Your show.” He said lightly.
Draco looked him over, licking his lips. “Yes, it is, isn’t it?” He purred, climbing onto the bed. He straddled the brunet and kissed him. “You’ll need to relax.” He whispered.
Harry groaned. “I’m relaxed, I swear!” He promised.
Draco chuckled. “Oh, you probably aren’t, but there are ways to change that.” He murmured, sliding down Harry’s body and wrapping a hand around his cock. “Don’t try to hold back.” He told Harry, then took him down to the root.
Harry cursed, grabbing Draco’s hair in both fists.
Draco chuckled around his length, and Harry nearly swallowed his tongue. He barely noticed it when Draco slid a lubed finger into him, using his mouth to keep Harry distracted.
Draco slid the finger in and out a few times. He added another finger and Harry tensed a bit.
Draco pulled off his cock long enough to murmur “Relax,” and continued sucking him, thrusting his fingers in and out carefully. He slid across Harry’s prostate and the brunet’s hips shot off the bed, nearly choking Draco in the process.
Draco pulled away from Harry’s cock, breathing heavily. “Are you trying to kill me? There are easier ways than suffocating me with your cock if you want me out of the picture, you know.” He teased, stretching Harry carefully.
Harry panted, pressing back against Draco’s fingers. “Not trying to kill you.” He gasped out. “Want you alive. God! Do that again!”
Draco smirked. “What, this?” He asked, pressing against Harry’s prostate.
“Yes!” Harry cried out, trying to spread his legs even wider to give Draco better access.
Draco chuckled and bent his head to run his tongue along the underside of Harry’s cock, then swirled his tongue around the tip. “You know,” He mused, “you’re letting me have rather a lot of control over you right now. I could seriously hurt you if I wanted to.”
Harry, whose eyes had closed against the onslaught of pleasure, raised his head and tried to glare at Draco. “Is that a threat?” He asked weakly, gasping at the end, which kind of ruined the effect.
Draco chuckled, shaking his head. “Not at all. Merely an observation.” He said, adding a third finger.
Harry hissed in a breath, closing his eyes tightly as his body tensed up.
Draco sighed. “Relax.” He urged, stroking a hand up the inside of Harry’s thigh. “Let me in.”
Harry took a deep breath and relaxed, feeling Draco’s fingers as they pulled out and thrust back in, carefully and slowly. Suddenly, Draco smirked and twisted his fingers, and Harry moaned lowly as they rubbed against his prostate more firmly than before. “God, Draco.”
“Not quite.” Draco laughingly said. “Perhaps a demigod, if anything.” He worked his fingers open and closed, trying to stretch Harry out enough to not hurt him too bad when he went in. When he was satisfied that Harry was as open as he could make him, he removed his fingers and lubed himself. “Let me know if it hurts.” He said softly.
Harry reached up and cupped his cheek. “I will, but even if it does, I want this.” He said firmly.
Draco nodded and pushed forward. He slid in, groaning as he felt Harry’s tight walls clutching at him. “Fuck.” He breathed, hanging his head as he panted.
Harry watched his face worriedly. “Are you okay?” He asked.
Draco nodded again, sliding in fully. “Fine, just… You’re tight.” He said. “I’m really glad I can’t come until you say to, or I’d probably embarrass myself right now.” He confessed.
Harry laughed. “Yeah, it’s intense, isn’t it?” He agreed. “It burns a bit, but you’re not hurting me. You can move if you want.” He told the blond.
“Alright.” Draco said, then began thrusting, slowly.
Harry moaned, wrapping his legs around Draco. “More.” He breathed, grabbing the blond’s face in his hands and drawing him down for a kiss.
Draco hummed into the kiss, sounding pleased.
“So good!” Harry murmured, then arched, gasping, as Draco changed the angle of his thrusts and found Harry’s prostate. “Oh! Even better!” He decided.
Draco chuckled, speeding up, making sure every thrust hit the same spot.
Harry clutched at Draco’s shoulders, his eyes closing as his head fell back.
Draco bent forward and gently closed his teeth over Harry’s throat, nibbling lightly, teasingly, as he moved, hands clutching tightly to Harry’s hips. Even if he couldn’t have a lifetime with Harry, he got to have these moments, and that was something no one could ever take away from him. He’d take whatever he was given, and cherish it until his dying day.
Harry’s hands tightened on Draco’s shoulders, fingernails cutting into the skin, leaving bloody crescents in their wake. He wanted to tell Draco how he felt, how much the blond had come to mean to him, but he couldn’t. Maybe someday, the blond would return his affections, and Harry could tell him then, but until that day came, he had to keep the words from spilling, he had to protect this secret so that Draco would have no reason to draw back from him. He buried his hands in Draco’s hair, pulling the blond away from his throat and closer to his mouth.
“Kiss me.” He ordered.
Draco bent his head and claimed the brunet’s mouth, kissing him with abandon. He knew this was the only way he could express his love to Harry, so he threw caution to the wind and kissed him with all the intensity he could muster, nibbling at his lips and laving the pain away before plunging his tongue into Harry’s mouth desperately.
Harry could feel his balls drawing up, and knew that it was almost over. He didn’t want it to end, didn’t want to lose this feeling, so he clung to Draco all the tighter. He couldn’t hold back, though, no matter how much he wanted to, and he came with a sharp cry, arms and legs wrapping tighter around the blond’s body as Harry shuddered with orgasm.
Draco gasped as he felt Harry tightening around him.
Harry looked up at Draco with pleasure-glazed eyes and cupped his face. “Come for me.” He ordered, and the blond tossed his head back, eyes closing as he came inside Harry.
Harry felt the warm wetness spill within him and welcomed it, knowing that no matter what happened to them in the future, no matter what life threw their way, the only person he’d ever allow inside him would be Draco. He’d give the gift of his body to no one else.
Draco collapsed onto Harry, burying his face in the curve of Harry’s neck and panting heavily.
Harry’s hand came up to card through his hair, as the brunet sighed happily. “That was wonderful, Draco.” He said somnolently.
Draco nodded. “It really was.” He agreed. “I think it’s nap time for now, though.”
Harry grimaced as Draco’s softened cock slipped out of him and he felt a slow trickle of fluid ooze out. “In a second. Where’s my wand?” He asked.
Draco snorted. “Oh, come on, now. If I’ve slept with your come in me, you can do the same.” He teased.
Harry wrinkled his nose. “I’ll cast cleaning charms for you every time in the future.” He promised, finding his wand and casting a cleaning charm on both of them. “And it wasn’t the come in me that was the problem, it was what was coming back out I had issues with.” He corrected.
Draco made a face. “Oh, that’s gross!” He said.
Harry looked at him with one brow cocked. “You opened the subject, I was just explaining what exactly I had issue with.” He told the blond evenly.
Draco sighed. “Well, in the future, don’t.”
“I’ll take your feelings under consideration.” Harry remarked with a smile. “Now, come here. Nap time.” He declared, pulling the blond close and covering them both with the blanket.
*****
Harry sat down next to Ron at breakfast. “Hey!” He said brightly.
Ron grinned at him. “Have a good weekend, did we?” He asked.
Harry nodded, dishing himself up some eggs and bacon. “Really good, but I’m not going to kiss and tell.” He said softly, chuckling at Ron’s grimace.
“Good. No offense, mate, but that’s something I don’t need to hear.” Ron told him.
“On another note, according to Bill, we might be able to break the Wards in three months. He said it could take longer, but if there aren’t any problems, we’re looking at a three-month wait.” Harry told him.
Hermione smiled at him. “That’s great! I’ve read about breaking Wards, and it’s really tricky, especially with older, multi-layered ones. Bill must be really talented to be able to do it so quickly.”
“I’m just glad we’ll be able to finish this up once and for all. I’m ready for this war to be over, already!” Harry said vehemently.
Hermione smiled. “What are you going to do when the war’s finally over?” She asked.
Harry threw up a muffliato and smiled back at her. “Buy a house somewhere nice and move in with Draco. Maybe get a pet, if he wants one. I just want a quiet, peaceful life. Hopefully without the press hounding me.” He said wistfully.
“That sounds lovely.” Hermione agreed with him. “You know, when we go see Draco together for his tutoring, while he’s copying down my notes, I watch you watching him. You can tell from your face just how much you love him.” She said. “It’s nothing big, just the way you smile at him when he’s not looking, the way your eyes seem to linger on his neck and his hands, it’s obvious to someone that knows you well. Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure he can’t tell just how much he means to you. But I can see it.”
Harry drew in a deep breath. “Don’t tell him, please.” He said softly. “He knows I care, but… I don’t want to scare him away, and he’s told me he doesn’t want me to be too in love with him. He said that there’s a fine line between love and stalker-ish obsession, and I don’t want him to think I’ve crossed that line. So don’t tell him.” He pleaded, the lie forming and passing his lips easily as his brain worked overtime.
Hermione smiled. “Boys.” She said fondly, rolling her eyes. “Fine. I’m sure he’ll come around on his own, Harry. You’re not a stalker, you just love him, that’s all. It’s perfectly understandable, and he’ll come to appreciate it, in time. Have you thought about children?” She asked.
Harry paused with his fork halfway to his mouth, then ate the bite of eggs and shrugged. “Not really.” He said. “Since we’re both boys, there’s really not much point, is there?” He asked.
Hermione smiled. “You could adopt, if you wanted to, but Harry, there are ways for wizards to have children together. There are potions out there that enable a man to carry a child. Whichever one of you carries the child would just have to make sure you didn’t miss a dose, and it would be fine. The risks are minimal, and lots of wizards carry children with no problem.”
Harry put his fork down, eyes wide. “There are ways… I could have children with Draco? Really?” He asked.
Hermione smiled. “You really need to pay more attention in Potions, Harry. We worked on a male fertility potion just two weeks ago.” She told him in amusement.
Harry shook his head. “I thought that was, you know, something that increased sperm production, or something.” He said.
Hermione shook her head. “No. Even straight wizards have been known to carry children if the couple wants a lot of kids. Ask Ron. Didn’t your father carry the twins?” She asked the redhead.
Ron swallowed his eggs and nodded. “And Percy. Mum needed to take a break in between Charlie and me, but Mum wanted to keep trying until they had a girl.” He answered.
Harry took a deep breath and blew it out. “I think I may need some time to let that idea settle. It’s not something I ever thought would be possible.” He admitted.
Hermione smiled. “Take all the time you need. But if it’s something you’re interested in, I’d suggest talking it over with Draco when you have the chance.” She said.
Harry nodded, turning his attention to his breakfast. “Yeah.” He said distractedly.
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