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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
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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 reviews, guys!
Hestia: I have no idea if you'll see this if you stopped on chapter 12, but I would suggest waiting until I'm done before finishing if it's the emotions of everything you're interested in. It'll be more intense reeading it all at once rather having to wait. Unfortunately, I have no idea how many more chapters there will be, but it can't be too many more, not with where I'm taking it. :)

Scowling at the parchment and quill sitting on his lap, Harry sighed. He was supposed to be writing the speech he would use at the Ministry Ball this coming Friday night, where he would officially retire. What he actually appeared to be doing, however, was splotching the parchment in increasingly fascinating patterns. He had almost managed to make one that looked a bit like a dog, or a wobbly rabbit before one of Draco’s feet landed in his lap beside the parchment. Draco wriggled his toes and Harry sighed again.
“Really? That’s the best you can do?”
“You’re not getting anywhere, so why shouldn’t I enjoy myself?”
Harry glanced over to the opposite end of the lounge where Draco lay. He knew he would never get sick of seeing Draco like this: his white shirt halfway unbuttoned, his hair mussed and a lazy smile on his face. He was fairly certain that Draco had never allowed another man to see him so relaxed and, well, happy seemed to be the word that described it best. It was strange to think that, just a few weeks back, he had thought him unattractive, because now he couldn’t imagine anyone else he could be this attracted to. Draco stretched and Harry’s mouth went dry.
“Come on, Harry,” Draco cajoled. “You know you want to.”
A reluctant smile spread across Harry’s face as he put the parchment aside. Draco smiled back at him, warm and full of the knowledge that he had won. Grasping Draco’s foot, Harry pressed his thumbs into the ball, massaging softly. The groan Draco let out sent images through Harry’s mind that also didn’t help him write his retirement speech.
“Draco?”
“Mmm?” Draco’s eyes were half-lidded and, combined with the state of his hair at that moment, it gave him a just-fucked look that Harry wanted – no, needed – to see more of. “Harry?”
Harry blinked, bringing himself back to the present. “You’ve given speeches before.”
“Yes, but they were all written by someone else.”
Harry let out a frustrated noise. “How am I supposed to write something like this when no one I know has had to do it before?”
“No one had defeated Voldemort before, but you managed that.”
“Did you just compare my retirement to killing Voldemort?”
Draco smirked. “I could compare him to your wife, if you wish...”
Harry let out a snort of laughter, which was followed by a quick shot of guilt. No matter what was going on between them, Ginny was still the mother of his children and he shouldn’t be thinking of her like that. Before he could admonish Draco, however, they were interrupted by a loud, clanging alarm. He shot to his feet, knocking Draco’s foot off his lap.
“What is it?”
“Someone who’s been blocked is trying to enter the house through the floo.” Harry ran his hands through his hair: he knew exactly who that someone had to be. “What the hell could she want?”
“Your charming wife is about to arrive?”
“Well, considering the only other person to have been blocked entry to this house via the floo was Snape, I’d say that’s a yes. Unless it’s his zombie coming back to murder me for defiling his favourite student.”
Harry heard an amused-sounding puff of breath just before Draco gathered him into his arms. “Who’s defiling whom?”
“Not the time, Draco,” Harry huffed out, worry spreading through him rapidly. “She’ll give up soon and actually arrive on the front doorstep.”
Harry gasped as he was spun around to face Draco. The annoying git now looked as polished as ever: his hair smooth and clothing immaculate. Draco didn’t give him time to question this, however, as he joined their lips together in a soft kiss. Harry’s eyes slid closed and he managed to block out the clanging for a few seconds as he surrendered to the kiss. Draco was so warm and tasted deliciously of the hot chocolate they had been drinking earlier. He let out a slightly shaky breath when Draco pulled back a few seconds later.
“Better?”
“You think kissing me will take away the world’s problems?”
“I don’t care about the rest of the world.”
Harry’s mouth opened in shock, allowing Draco to slide his tongue inside. His heart pounding in his ears, Harry stepped closer, moulding their bodies as close together as he could manage. That had sounded very much like a declaration of some kind, but there was no way he was going to allow himself to jump to conclusions, mostly because he needed to be able to focus completely on what was about to happen. Whatever questions he had about that statement could wait until later on, after he had gotten rid of Ginny. He slid his arms up around Draco’s shoulders, using one to hold him in place and the other to brush lightly through his hair. He let out an involuntary whimper when Draco pulled back.
“Draco,” Harry whispered. He dragged the vowels out slowly and felt Draco smile against his lips in response. “I–”
“Harry James Potter, open this fucking door right this instant!”
Harry gasped, stumbling backwards and breaking Draco’s grip on him. There was a slight hitch to the breath Draco took that caused Harry to want to just ignore Ginny and take Draco straight to bed again, but he knew he had to deal with this. Shaking his head to clear it, Harry moved out into the hall. Ginny burst through the door the second he opened it, rushing inside with her arms waving.
“I am being followed by reporters nearly every single second of the day because of you, you bastard!” She stopped just before the living room doorway and spun to face him, anger clear on her face. “How the hell am I supposed to live a normal life if I can’t do what I want? Do you expect me to go on like this forever, not having any privacy because some idiot decided that I would make a perfect front page story for their little country town newsletter? What about when I have the kids with me? Will they be subjected to the same kind of treatment just because you couldn’t keep it in your pants? You’d better have answers for me, Harry, because this is all your fault.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry that it’s a little difficult to find a cheap hotel room with your newfound popularity,” Harry responded without thinking.
Ginny stepped forward, pulled her arm back and slapped him across the face, hard. “How dare you?”
Harry staggered in surprise, automatically blinking to clear his vision. “How dare I tell you the truth? That I’m not the only one at fault here, that you are actually more to blame than I am? Or is it not the truth? Did you take them to expensive hotel rooms?”
Ginny raised her arm again, but was prevented from swinging by Draco grabbing hold of her wrist. Harry could tell he wasn’t holding her very hard, but it must have come as a shock, as all she did was gasp.
“Hitting a man who won’t hit back is unfair, Weasley.” Draco’s voice was cool, as was his expression. He moved slowly forward, releasing Ginny as he did and stopped directly in front of Harry. He raised a hand and brushed his fingers over the handprint that must have been red by that time. “Provoking her probably isn’t your best move, Harry.”
There was a warmth to the whispered words that sent a shiver through Harry’s stomach. Draco’s fingers brushed against the painful spot where Ginny had struck him and he muttered a Healing charm, adding more warmth to the feeling. Draco didn’t like to see him hurt, that was now obvious and Harry smiled in response. He flicked his wrist, dropping his wand into his hand so he could cast a subtle protection charm over Draco, just in case. The raise of a questioning eyebrow he received in response had Harry pulling a face at him.
“Oh, don’t mind me,” Draco announced as he moved off to stand against the wall beside the door, keeping an eye on what was happening. “Please don’t allow my presence to interrupt this charming little... domestic.”
He flicked Harry a glance that Harry was sure only he saw as Ginny huffed in anger and ran her hands through her hair. Now that Harry had a little more experience reading Draco’s subtle facial expressions, he could tell that there was much more that he wanted to say, but was holding back. It struck him as a little odd, but figured that it was more for his benefit than anything else, because nothing had held Draco back before when he had something to say.
“You never looked at me like that.”
Harry jumped, turning back to Ginny.”What?”
“You look at him the way a husband should look at a wife. The way you should have been looking at me all those years.” The expression on her face held more anger than anything else, which ruined any kind of sympathy Harry might have felt for her. “I deserved much better than you, Harry. I deserved to be loved by a man I loved in return. But what did I get? To be best friends with the man I loved, because that was all he was capable of giving me. Well, I’m going to take everything I can from you in payment for my patience over the years.”
“Your patience? You didn’t wait for me, you slept around!” Harry heard Draco sigh in resignation before Ginny advanced on him again. He was faster this time, though, casting a shield between them before Ginny could strike him again. “Is that why you’re here? To tell me you’re going to try to take the house and kids from me?”
“There isn’t a court in the world that would take a mother’s child from her if she can provide for them. And I believe that I am entitled to half of everything, isn’t that right?”
“That may be true, but if said mother can’t manage to stay in one place, or stay home at night, then that’s not a very safe environment for the kids, is it? I’ve already spoken to my lawyers, Gin. They think the custody battle will come down on my side. As for the house, you actually have no legal claim over it whatsoever. It was willed to me by the rightful heir and, due to the magical properties of the house, it is rightfully and legally mine. It will pass to the kids when I pass on because that’s the only legal way.”
“So what you’re trying to tell me is that after putting up with a basically sexless marriage for 16 years and a basically sexless relationship for 3 years before that, I get nothing?”
Harry could see the anger building in Ginny’s expression, but couldn’t work out a way to diffuse the situation. “No, what I’m telling you is that you keep everything you have earned in the past 19 years. You’ll get half ownership of the family home – or half of what it sells for if it comes to that – and you’ll get access to the kids. Since you work out of the country for most of the year, they’ll need a stable home and that is what I can offer them here. I won’t cut your access to them completely and I won’t cut your family’s access to them.”
Ginny was silent for a long while, causing Harry to glance nervously over to Draco. This proved to be the wrong move, however, as it only set her off again.
“You know what? Fuck you and fuck this. I’ll get what I want out of you if I have to go through every single lawyer in the country until I find one willing to try. I’ll make you pay. If it isn’t through money, then it will be through the kids.”
With that, she turned on her heel and stomped out of the house, shoving Draco on the way past. Harry moved over and wrapped an arm around Draco’s waist, steadying him when he staggered.
“I’m sorry.”
Draco drew Harry into a kiss in response. “I’ll put you in touch with my lawyers.”
*~*
“You need to learn to defend yourself.”
Draco smiled. “I told you that that is what the lawyers are for.”
“Not legally, you twit; physically. Ginny could have taken you out last night and you would have just stood there and let her.”
Having to resist the urge to roll his eyes, Draco looked up from the book he was reading. “You were there.”
That seemed to give Harry pause and Draco returned to the book to allow him to collect his thoughts. He only got through another two lines before Harry tried again.
“While I appreciate the thought that you think I’d curse Ginny to defend you, I won’t always be there. You need to know how to do those sorts of things yourself.”
This time, Draco did roll his eyes. “I survived the War, Harry. I had no major injuries, considering what I went through and–”
“Major injures I prevented you from getting, you mean?”
Putting the book aside, Draco looked up so he could glare properly. Harry was standing in the middle of the parlour of Grimmauld, his arms crossed across his chest and smirk firmly in place. Unwilling to fight back the wave of lust that hit him at the sight, Draco decided to fight back in a way that would satisfy them both. Stretching his legs out in front of him and his hands up over his head allowed his shirt to raise just enough so Harry caught a glimpse of the trail of pale blond hair running down into his trousers. He grinned when Harry’s eyes followed that trail and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips, seemingly unconsciously.
“I’ve never properly thanked you for that...”
Harry blinked and stepped forward. Draco’s grin widened into a proper smile just before Harry claimed his lips in a heated kiss. It seemed, however, that Harry was not to be distracted that easily.
“Then you can thank me by learning to defend yourself so I won’t have to worry.”
Draco groaned. This weekend had been exactly what he had needed after the week he had had: holed up in Grimmauld with Harry, not having to worry about anything. As much as he had grown to like her, even Lily being at her grandparent’s for the weekend had made everything seem that much more special. They had not had to watch what they said and did to each other and that kind of freedom was hard-won these days, with Harry being Lily’s main carer. Defence lessons, however, were definitely not what he had had in mind for the end of the weekend, especially considering Harry had been practically pampering him the entire weekend.
“What do you believe I need to know besides shield charms? Because, believe me, I mastered them during the War.”
Harry eyed him for a few seconds, seeming to size him up. Draco had to resist the urge to fall back behind his old defence of sneering and turning away from him under the scrutiny. A whole lifetime of pushing people away was proving a difficult habit to break, but Draco thought he was getting there. He breathed a little easier when Harry nodded and backed up to the centre of the room.
“Stand up and come here. I need to know what you already know and how fast your reflexes are.” His voice had changed, becoming almost detached with a hint of command to it and Draco realised that this was Harry Potter, Head Auror, not ‘his’ Harry. “I realise that you already know the basics, but there’s so much more to proper defence than simply casting a shield and hoping it works.”
Harry waved his wand, sending the furniture to the sides of the room when Draco stood. Despite himself, Draco discovered that he was actually quite intrigued with the new side to Harry’s personality he was being shown. He couldn’t give a damn about learning to defend himself better, but seeing more of Harry with that kind of power and command in his stance and voice was something Draco definitely wanted more of. When Harry moved to stand behind him, pressing close and guiding Draco into the stance he liked, Draco decided that maybe he could stand to have a few defence lessons if this was how they were going to go. He stayed silent, allowing Harry to take control of the situation.
“Alright, this’ll be a lot like duelling practice.”
Draco raised an eyebrow when Harry pressed closer for a few seconds. “Do you treat all of your duelling students this familiarly?”
“Only the ones I expect a special form of payment from.”
The whispered words sent a shiver up Draco’s spine, but Harry didn’t allow him to enjoy it. Moving back out in front of him, Harry set a pace that Draco had not moved at for quite a long time. He never sent any truly damaging hexes or curses towards him, but the ones he did send that Draco couldn’t block were more than bad enough. It seemed that Harry was watching him rather closely, because as soon as Draco began to think that he couldn’t last much longer, Harry called a halt to the ‘lesson’.
“You’re pretty good for someone with no formal training.”
“One learns rather quickly when there is a psychopath with a bad case of megalomania residing in the house.” Draco leant back into the chair he had collapsed into and closed his eyes, enjoying the small amused sound Harry made in response. “How many people have you trained?”
“There was the DA in school, but only Ginny personally after the War.” Draco fought back the urge to snarl at the idea of Harry holding that bitch the way he had held him to get him ready and merely raised an enquiring eyebrow instead. “Well, not many people thought they would need to know that kind of stuff after Voldemort died, but I knew that Ginny would need to be prepared for anything. There were rogue Death Eaters still running loose and there’s always been a section of the community who haven’t liked me. I would have never have forgiven myself if I didn’t and she had been attacked.”
Unable to listen to another second of how much Harry cared for the Weaselette, Draco shoved himself to his protesting feet. “Show me that stance again.”
Harry seemed a little surprised, but he got to his feet and moved to stand behind Draco anyway. Biting down on his tongue to prevent a smile, Draco relaxed as Harry’s warmth surrounded him. He allowed himself to be manoeuvred into the correct position. Harry was pressed fully against his back, his hands circling Draco’s wrists and hot breath puffing on the back of his neck. It was such an intimate position that Draco almost forgot that he would have to actually cast something after Harry let him go.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to, Draco.”
Harry’s lips were soft against Draco’s neck, sending a shiver through him again. Leaning back into Harry’s arms, Draco allowed the threatening smile to spread across his face.
“And what would that be?”
“You want me,” Harry whispered, causing Draco’s eyes to flutter closed in pleasure. “You want me so bad you can hardly stand it.”
Draco let out an amused huff of breath. “You sound awfully confident about that.”
Harry pressed even closer to Draco’s back. “Why shouldn’t I be?”
Harry ran his hands down Draco’s chest, sliding them around the top of the waistband of Draco’s trousers. Draco’s wand clattered to the floor when he moved his hands, one of them running along the length of Harry’s arm and the other coming up to run through his wild hair. He took a deep breath when the scent of Harry’s oaky aftershave washed over him. This was much more like what he had had in mind for the end of their weekend together. They both had to get back to reality the next morning, so spending the afternoon pleasuring each other was a much more appealing prospect than learning to defend himself. Turning so he could meet Harry’s eyes, Draco smiled: the lustful look he received just before he claimed Harry’s lips made the rest of the afternoon worth the effort.
“Harry...”
“Yes. Now.” Harry’s voice had deepened and Draco could see the pulse pounding in his throat. He followed as Harry sank down onto the hearthrug. “Please?”
Draco grabbed his wand and cast a cushioning charm on the rug just as Harry Vanished their clothing. The sight of having Harry lying before him, simply waiting for him, was one of the headiest feelings Draco had experienced and he smiled again. Leaning down, he began to kiss and nip his way up Harry’s thighs. This received a huff of impatience, but he ignored it. Harry had always been too impatient. In Draco’s opinion, something like sex should be savoured, especially when it featured one of the sexiest men he had ever had the privilege of being with.
“Harry,” he breathed against the sensitive skin of Harry’s thigh.
“Come here.”
Draco moved so he could breathe hot breath over Harry’s sac. “No.”
A few huffed breaths later, Harry managed to respond. “Why?”
Licking a slow stripe up Harry’s rapidly hardening cock caused Harry to whimper and squirm beneath him and Draco smiled again. He considered his options as he made his way slowly up Harry’s body, licking and nipping at all his hotspots.
“Because I like the noises you make.” This elicited a deep groan as Draco latched onto Harry’s nipple, biting gently. “And because you spent the afternoon casting jinxes at me.”
Harry huffed out a breathless laugh. “I’m sorry?”
“No, you’re not,” Draco whispered as he reached Harry’s lips. “But I could make you incredibly sorry, if I wanted to. The things I could do to you...”
“Alright, alright! I swear I’ll never try to protect you again, happy?”
Draco hummed as he settled down in between Harry’s legs. He didn’t get a chance to respond, as Harry grabbed him and shoved his tongue into Draco’s mouth, raising his hips at the same time in offering. Deciding to take pity on him, Draco took control with one hard thrust of his hips. Harry gasped, widening his legs so Draco could settle down against him properly. The kiss being broken allowed Draco to cast the charms and press slowly forward, moving at his own pace. He knew Harry’s impatience wouldn’t allow this pace to continue for long, but for the time being, he enjoyed it.
“Draco... I...”
Harry paused and Draco could see something flash through his eyes; something familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. He knew he had seen a look very much like this one on Harry’s face before, but when and where was completely escaping him at that moment. Harry ran his fingers through Draco’s hair, obviously stalling for time. Confusion crossed his face briefly before he seemed to come to a decision about whatever it was he had been about to say. Grasping two handfuls of Draco’s hair, he forced him to keep eye contact before taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.
“I love you.” Draco’s mind went completely blank and he froze, staring down at Harry in shock. “I know it’s early, but you deserve to know. I – I’ve never felt anything this intense for anyone else before. That’s why I need you to stay safe: I don’t think I could stand it if something happened to you because of this – because of us – and I hadn’t done anything to prevent it.”
Before Draco could gather his senses, he was pulled down into a kiss that held so much desperation, he whimpered in response. Dragging his tongue over the roof of Harry’s mouth, Draco surrendered to his instincts, moving automatically to please his partner. Harry didn’t allow him to break the kiss, however, no matter how many times he tried. He was a lot stronger than Draco and could apparently overpower him quite easily when he wanted to. This made Draco’s position a lot more difficult, as he knew Harry needed to know that he reciprocated his feelings, but was unable to voice anything other than the occasional groan of pleasure.
Fine, if that’s the way he wants it...
Draco thrust in harder, angling his hips so he hit Harry’s prostate. He slipped his hands in between them, pinching one of Harry’s nipples and using the other to stroke Harry’s cock. If he wasn’t going to be allowed to voice his feelings, he would damn well show them another way. He knew exactly how to get Harry off and would do so if that was the only way to get the annoying bastard to listen to him. Giving up on Harry’s nipple, he sent that hand up to stroke lightly along the sensitive skin behind Harry’s left ear.
“Oh, fuck, Draco... I – I’m...”
Harry didn’t get to finish the sentence, as Draco twisted his hand, forcing his orgasm out of him. Harry’s back arched and he let out a shout as he came, his body spasming over and over again. Watching intently, Draco held on for as long as he could before letting himself go. He buried his face into the crook of Harry’s neck and thrust in one last time, bringing his orgasm on with a stifled groan. When he came back to his senses, it was to find Harry stroking a trembling hand down his back.
“Harry?”
“I’m sorry, but you needed to know. I – I’ll understand if–”
Moving quickly, Draco claimed Harry’s lips in another kiss. “Don’t you dare try to play martyr with me, Harry.” He raised himself up on his elbows so he could look into Harry’s eyes. “I love you, too, you twit.”
Astonishment crossed Harry’s face for a few seconds, before being replaced with a level of joy that Draco hadn’t seen before. “‘Twit’, really?” Harry laughed. “You’re such a romantic.”
“Bite me, Potter.”
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