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A Vicious Tangle (Complete)	By : Tommy-Lane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The sky was black with sparkling dots of light glowing steadily high above, a wash of candle light and conjured flame spilling out the open door set regally atop the slopping staircase. He could feel the warmth seeping from inside to meet with the cool air of the night, could hear the chatter and laughter that predominated the large estate. The place was vibrating with carefree joviality, beckoning to all those loitering outside with its welcoming embrace.

Draco's stomach twisted, his hand curling around the note he had found stuck to his kitchen door upon returning home a few hours ago. Merlin he hated Ministry fundraisers, hated all the false smiles and forced small talk. Hated the sneers on people's faces whose eyes still darted down to his left forearm before greeting him, hated the too stiff welcomes that tightened some peoples voices when they spied his hand threaded through with Harry's.

The food was their only redeeming factor, it was bloody exquisite, not that Draco had any current plans to partake in the masterfully crafted cuisine. No, he had one goal for the evening, one thing he needed to do before retreating back home, he just prayed that finding the man in a no doubt ill-chosen set of dress robes wouldn't take long.

Slipping the note into his pocket, Draco tipped his chin up and strode forward, ascending the steps quickly and gliding through the door with barely a nod in the doorkeepers’ direction. He felt edgy with nerves, the suffocating press of bodies and heat hitting him suddenly and forcefully the moment he stepped foot in the central ballroom. Glass chandeliers, sparkling like millions of diamonds, speckled the ceiling, the walls draped with lace and greenery, crystal goblets and porcelain plates smattering the tables and gracing the hands of dozens of witches and wizards idling about - everything picture perfect, elegant and reeking of money.

When he was young his mother used to throw parties similar in size and taste. He could remember nicking the flowers from Pansy's hair and weaving through the people that had seemed so tall and massive to his small self before stealing away into the gardens, dropping into his favored hiding spot by the peacocks until Pansy inevitably cried to her mother and his came to drag him out. Narcissa always made him apologize with a gentlemanly bow and pay his penance by dancing with the black haired girl until his feet hurt.

He had always thought his mother to be the epitome of grace and elegance. Regal. She had a quick temper behind her guarded eyes, a gentle touch when he always expected the opposite, and a willfulness that she kept leashed back in appeasement of her husband - all except for a handful of times, each time her tempered flared from its cage more startling than the time before. She had died several years ago, a wasting illness that took her not long after his father had passed away. But not once had she hinted at the hidden past he was just starting to see, never did she even begin to touch on it, she had kept it tucked away with her in her deathbed, had looked in his eyes hours before she was taken and had simply smiled her thin lipped smile.

Narcissa had taken his memory and by stilling her tongue until her spirit left had ensured that he would never know fully what had transpired. He had thought unceasingly over the past several days why she had done that, why she had stolen something so big from him and never gave it back. And now he thought that maybe he understood, if only a little.

The revelation had come when he and Pansy had went to Theo's grave after leaving Brussels. They stood quietly, hand-in-hand before the bleak headstone until the sun dipped low and dissipated all together, casting them in the moon's luminous rays. It was the first time he had done so and his feet felt strange on the patch of earth before his grave, almost like he was trespassing on a place he had no right to be. But it was also...settling. He had breathed his silent apology and quietly let the dead boy drift away, almost like he had been keeping his ghost tucked inside him and was finally setting him free.

He knew he would still hurt over it, that he would never forget, but that was what he needed. What he and Pansy both needed.

Then they had stayed the night together, curled up on a single bed in some unknown hotel room in the next town over, talking softly in a way that reminded him strongly of seventh year. Except there was no more fear and terror. Pansy was fine, he would be fine, and Astoria was getting better.

Before drifting off to sleep Draco had thought back to his mother, his mind lingering for some reason on the soft, tiny lines that had etched themselves into the corners of her eyes and mouth, remembering once more that immediate punishment hadn't come the night he had killed Theo in Pansy's place. But he could remember the sunken, hollow gaze of his mother the next morning and the limp she tried to hide in her flowing gowns. And it clicked all at once, sudden and sharp, stealing his breath away. Because punishment had been dealt that night, just not to him.

She had stood in his place like he had stood in Pansy's and it seemed like maybe she had stood for him again that night he had been dragged into Thornbee's estate. Perhaps she had stolen his memories because she had seen what he had seen in Pansy's eyes when she tried to whisper the killing curse, perhaps she knew her son was about to breathe his last. Perhaps she had done it out of duty...or love.

Perhaps she had saved him and as that thought floated through him Draco found that the sense of betrayal and desperation slowly started to ease away, a steady trickle that would take a long time to be fully eradicated but it was a start. Because he understood that, he knew that feeling all too well when looking upon something you loved dearly and had to choose whether to let life run its course and take them or to step in and do something.

He and his mother had both decided to intervene, both had reaped terrible consequences, yet like Pansy said - it had been a war, horrible things had happened, but he couldn't waste away because of them. He wouldn't fix anything by breaking himself and wallowing in the pit.

"Oi, now what do we have here?"

Draco snapped out his stupor at the laughing voice, his head turning quickly to catch sight of Weasley limping towards him, his weight leaning heavily on the simple oak cane in his hand. "Still letting riffraff like you in then I see." Draco drawled, a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips.

It had taken Weasley a long time before he was well enough to leave the hospital after taking in the curse from the blood-arch and there had been months that the Healers were uncertain if he would ever be able to have a normal life again - a fact that the man liked to tack onto the story whenever he retold it with bravado to anyone who would listen with a smile on his face and his hand clapping Draco's back like they were the oldest of friends.

Even still Draco had a hard time forgetting that it had been a horribly slow and difficult recovery and he still couldn't fathom why Weasley and Granger held no ill will towards him because of it - his guilt for being the reason he was in such a state only compounding atop all the rest. But the redhead had slowly regained his strength, growing healthier and stronger as time wore on, and now all that was left to show for the curse was his damaged leg that left him with a limp and a bright red scar on his palm where he had touched the arch.

That and the rather cushy new job he had landed because of his heroically sustained injuries.

"Riffraff eh? Well takes one to know one." Weasley let out a sigh as he lent his back against the wall beside Draco, his face grimacing as he shifted his stiff leg. "Reckon it's going to rain later."

"Oh? Your bum leg giving you the inside weather report again?"

Weasley nodded. "Yup, it's a fucking bitch having the power to tell which way the clouds will blow let me tell you."

"A true burden." Draco smirked before letting his eyes wander over the crowd, frowning when he failed to spot the stormy head he wanted.

"So I hear you've been AWOL." His fingers tapped on the rounded head of the cane, his blue eyes slanting causally over to Draco with a light of curiosity.

"I extended my trip."

"Ah, yeah, I heard something like that floating around. Though typically you taking a few days longer doesn't send Harry into a terrified fit."

Draco sucked in a breath and held it, letting the air burn sharply against his lungs as guilt assaulted him once more. He had firecalled Harry the morning after Pansy had showed up in his hotel room but it hadn't been in a private setting and all he had managed to convey was that he was sorry for causing worry and that he would be home in a few days’ time - telling him to keep an eye out for a letter Draco had spent the entire evening the night before composing. In it he had spilled everything. He told him about his link with Astoria and his need to keep it in place, he told him about what had apparently transpired all those years ago and how it had resulted in Astoria's capture - the ink blotching and blooming as he scratched the quill across the paper with far too much emotion that made his hands shake. He told him about the guilt that ate at him and the hole in his heart that threatened him.

He told him about the dreams he'd been having of Harry crushing him to dust as Astoria watched - his quill leaving the sentence hanging, a half admission of his deeply ingrained fear.

He wasn't all too sure that it made proper sense but it needed to be done because Draco knew he would never be able to get it all out and in the open otherwise and Harry had a right to know. He needed Harry to know.

He dragged a hand through his hair, letting it rest on the back of his neck as he rubbed at the stiff muscles there before nodding slowly. "I had some things I needed to sort out."

"And did you?" Weasley pressed, his tone taking on the protective edge that he rarely heard from him but that came out on occasion - the most memorable being the night before he bound himself officially to Harry, his ears still ringing from the screw with my best mate and I'll fucking gut you speech that the man had given him before shooting him a sloppy grin and congratulating him. Oddly enough, hearing it now, knowing that Harry had to have shared at least a portion of what was going on with his fellow Gryffindor, sent a calming wave through him. Almost like finding his footing again after slipping around on ice for days.

He may be aching from all that he learned, he may have a hole he wasn't sure how to fix inside him, he may be terrified that one day Harry will turn to him in disgust with the realization that Draco wasn't who he thought he was, but it didn't matter. He needed Harry and he wouldn't hide from that ever again. "Yes."

Weasley smiled widely, his white teeth flashing. "Then I suggest you try the topmost balcony."

Before Draco could formulate a response the man was limping away with a wave over his head in his direction, his damn eyes twinkling knowingly again. He watched him go, watched him find his wife and press a kiss to her bushy haired head, watched as he easily joined whatever conversation she had been having and laughed happily.

He smiled to no one and wondered when in the world he had grown so fond of the blasted redhead and his drooling son and bookish wife. Harry really was making him soft.

His heart skipped a beat at that last thought as his gaze slid away and over to the concealed stairway that he knew led to the upper levels of the estate. His skin pricked with heat as he picked his way through the crowd, purposely ignoring any calls of his name, his feet moving just a tad too fast to be fashionable and acceptable. But he hardly cared, now that he was there he felt drawn to his husband with a devastating need, his throat going dry as he ascended staircase after staircase. His fingers deftly undid the buttons on his robe until it fell open around him, letting air rush against him in an attempt to cool down, his hand twisting at the knotted tie at his throat until he managed to work it down a few inches. What the hell was he thinking wearing a three piece suit?

Merlin he was nervous.

He paused with his hand on the foggy glass door leading out to the balcony, collecting himself as much as he could before pushing it open with the softest squeak to accompany it. He took a step and stopped, his eyes landing on Harry. He had his back to Draco, his elbows resting on the low wrought iron and stone wall, a tumbler half filled with clear liquid held loosely in his hand and dangling over the edge. His shoulders were relaxed, his free hand tangled in his hair and twisting through his curls like he always did when he was thinking, his black dress robes discarded and bunched up haphazardly over the railing beside him.

The blasted man had come to a fancy gala wearing his tattered house work jeans and an old black tee-shirt underneath his expertly tailored and imported robes.

Draco couldn't stop the grin that overtook his lips and hardly noticed the butterflies that attacked his stomach at the sight of it.

"I got an interesting report today." Harry spoke softly but clearly, tipping his head minutely until he could catch Draco's gaze out of the corner of his eye, his mouth parted and stuck between a smile and a frown.

"Did you?" Draco took a step forward, his hands finding their way inside his trousers pockets.

Harry held his eye, lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip before barely moving his head in a nod. "Seems someone set the tunnels on fire."

Draco didn't reply, he just glanced down and to the left for a split second, Harry's lip caught between his teeth when he looked back up. After visiting Theo's grave Draco had sent Pansy back home the next day and then went to the lake and stood outside the tunnel, the blood-arch sealing the mouth from view gone forever. Astoria had spent eleven years losing herself in their depths, her horror and pain written into the very stone, breathing the details of her life. With a set jaw, Draco had lifted his wand and pointed it straight ahead. He knew she hated the tunnel's more than anything, they were the staple of her nightmares, and with a mutter and flick Draco had sent a roaring fire blazing down it's slopping corridor - unstable flame consuming the rooms beyond and licking the stone clean of her echoing screams.

Then he had stood and watched until he was certain it had all been incinerated before he turned to walk along the lake, his fingers grazing over Harry's Apparation bracelet that he hadn't been able to take off since that day he'd nicked it. He sat on the water's edge with the heat of the fire behind him and the coolness of the water before him and felt something in him shift. He was moving in the right direction, washing away the past with flame, and as the night wore on Draco found himself itching to go home. But he stayed until the moon was high, until the magical heat was gone, until the sun had lifted once more and he had run his hands over the charred black stone of the tunnels that were now silent of torment.

Harry turned fully until he was leaning back against the stone, strings of music rising up from the gardens below and filling the quiet balcony. "They want me to investigate it. Arson and all that."

"And will you?" Draco wavered on his spot, his feet fidgeting, uncertain if he should continue on his journey out onto the balcony.

"Nah, too much paperwork I reckon."

Letting out a breathy, nervous laugh, Draco wobbled on his heels. "I got your note."

"Draco."

"Mhmm?" Glancing up Draco felt heat rush through him as his eyes landed on Harry's open face, Merlin he had missed him.

"You're home?"

He wasn't sure if it was the way Harry asked, or the way he tipped his head and looked uncertain if only for a split second, or perhaps it was the wind that blew gently and made Harry lift his hand and brush a curl back from his eyes - bumping his glasses and setting them crooked on his nose - but that one little question seemed to fill him up completely. It washed though him, a warmth spreading out from his chest into his fingers and toes, his gaze dropping to the matching platinum ring on Harry's finger.

"If I'm welcome." He whispered. He had seen his letter, open and clearly read a few times over sitting on Harry's desk in their study when he had went home and he held himself still as he waited for an answer. Harry knew the depths of Draco’s misery, of his past, he knew all of him, and now it was up to him to decide if he still wanted him or not.

Harry took a long drink, set his glass down on the low stone wall, and walked forward - snatching the tie Draco had been loosening compulsively up the stairs and tugging sharply on it. "Don't ever do that again." He muttered, his eyes narrowed as he drew Draco in close, his free hand coming up to grasp Draco's chin. "You are a stupid as all fuck nutter Draco Malfoy if you think for one minute that I could ever leave you. I'm not a blind fool, I know who you are, I know things happened that you can't stand, I know you'll never let that girl go completely. But I didn't marry you because I thought it would be easy, I bloody love you and that's not going to change no matter how hard you push, no matter how many things you uncover about the past. So don't you dare start making those damn boxes in your head again."

"I don't want to." Draco closed his eyes, breathed in deep and grasped the back of Harry's head - his fingers curling tightly in his hair with one hand.

"You love me?" Harry asked and Draco screwed his eyes shut tighter as the faintest sound of laughter floated up towards them.

"More than I can bear at times." He answered truthfully.

"Then trust that I won't ever turn on you." Harry murmured and the touch of his lips to his wasn't light or chaste, it was desperate and off center and warm and hot and so bloody perfect.

His hand dropped to press into the curve of Harry's neck, forcing him to open wider, to bend into him - the other reaching down to grasp the man’s arse through the soft, paint splattered jeans he wore. Even as he took control of the kiss, Harry's fingers tightening on his tie and curling around his neck, Draco felt like he was the one being bent, he felt like he was completely at Harry's mercy - each sound he managed to pull from the other man fanning the flame and driving away everything else. His pulse thundered, his head spun, Harry's mouth tasting like gin and limes - a drink Harry never indulged in but ordered on instinct for Draco whenever they went out.

Draco had been gone for over a week longer than he should have been and Harry had been home, worrying, and drinking the blondes drink. And now he was grasping Draco so tightly, moaning quietly - having already forgiven him even though Draco wasn't sure he deserved it.

"Harry." Draco panted as he broke the kiss, his fingers pressing into the side of Harry's neck hard until the man's head tipped back further. "Let’s go home." He whispered into his ear, licking the shell and tugging on the lobe with his teeth. "I want to make it up to you properly."

"How?" Harry whimpered, pressing forward into Draco's body.

Scrapping his teeth down the side of Harry's throat, Draco licked his way back up before capturing his lips once more for a brief but heady kiss. "However you want, whatever you want."

The grin was slow and languid to form on Harry's wet lips and Draco could only dumbly follow as the man started walking backwards, tugging on Draco's tie like a leash. He stopped with his arse against the balcony's stone railing, a look sparking in his green irises that usually proceeded indecent displays of public affection. Draco had assumed that being in an actual relationship with the man would have eradicated his exhibitionist tendencies but it hadn't taken him long to realize that he had been sorely mistaken on that front.

Harry hadn't been lying when he said he liked people knowing about them, liked the thrill of the possibility of getting caught. Over the last two years Harry had given him numerous afternoon blowjobs down rarely used Ministry corridors, had spent many a times biting his tongue to keep from screaming behind Draco's unwarded office door and was the reason Draco's desk wasn't nearly as sturdy as it had once been. Then there was his memorable birthday were Harry had actually slipped onto his lap while sitting at a booth in the back of a club and fucked himself silly with the bright lights flashing above them and the music thumping all around them.

"Are the gardens still full?" Harry quipped an eyebrow, his gaze glued to Draco's, his fingers twisting through the black fabric of Draco's tie.

"Reasonably." Draco answered after peaking over his shoulder and looking down at the smattering of people milling about far below. "Why?"

"Because you're going to fuck me on this balcony and I want to know how quiet I have to be." His free had dropped down to brush against Draco's crotch, his palm pressing hard and a smirk curving his lips as the blondes prick started to swell on contact. "And I want it hard, I want you to make it so I can't walk back out the door without everyone knowing what we were doing up here."

"Your boss is down there Harry." Draco swallowed the thick lump in his throat, heat flushing over his skin and his cock pulsing in his pants already.

"I don't give a fuck." Harry curled his fingers and squeezed, a broken groan breaking out from Draco's throat. "This week as been hell and you're going to remind us both how amazing we are together. Now get on your knees."

Draco didn't even think twice before dropping to the cold, stone floor, his mouth already watering as he watched Harry's hand rubbing over his own crotch - his fingers plucking the buttons open one by one. "God Harry." He groaned unabashedly as the man's prick bobbed free, the threadbare jeans getting pushed haphazardly down Harry's thighs. He stifled a grunt as Harry grasped his hair and kept him from moving forward, the Auror's free hand grasping his own cock and moving up and down the shaft slowly.

"Want to suck me?"

"Yes." Draco croaked. It wasn't often that Harry was like this, the man typically the one who wanted Draco to take charge and mold him to however he wanted him. But Draco couldn't help the cloud of lust that seized him whenever his husband took control like this, could only feel his arousal rise dangerously whenever Harry used him as he saw fit.

"Open your mouth." Harry's gaze was dark, swirling with desire when Draco locked eyes with him, his mouth dropping open and his tongue poking out just past his bottom lip - waiting. Tugging on his hair, Harry brought his face closer, his hand guiding his prick until the damp head lightly touched Draco's tongue. "Stay like that." Harry commanded as he moved his prick back and forth, smearing Draco's palate with his precum and making his lips itch to close around the thick member. "I bought you something." He grunted as he slipped fully inside Draco's mouth, his cock hitting the back of the blonde’s throat.

Draco moaned, his eyes fluttering, desperately wanting to suction his lips and suck. But he held himself still, somehow knowing that this - being under Harry's command - was exactly what he needed to come home to.

"Want to know what it is?" Harry pumped his hips and Draco nodded as his tongue desperately tried to wrap itself around as much of Harry's cock as he could as it moved in and out. "Close your lips and suck."

"Mhmmm." Draco groaned as he complied, sucking eagerly and savoring the feel of Harry's cock abusing his lips and filling his mouth. He was so caught up in giving the man he loved the best blow of his life that he barely noticed when his hair was released and Harry grabbed his hands and started guiding them around his sides until they came to rest on the darker man's firm arse. He didn't need to be told what to do next, Harry's intention clear as day, his fingers biting into the rounded flesh before he started moving them towards each other - his head pulling back so he could mouth the head of Harry's cock and tease the sensitive slit. Merlin he loved the taste of Harry, loved sucking him until he spilled himself with a cry, loved - what the fuck was that?

His eyes rounded as his fingers hit the cool glass nestled between Harry's arse cheeks, his mouth stilling as he traced the wide circular base, his mind trying dumbly to latch onto what he was feeling.

"What do you think?" Harry's voice hitched, his fingers carding back through Draco's white blonde hair.

Draco felt his heart pound as he grasped the thing, pulling on it lightly and sucking Harry's cock to the back of his throat in one fluid move, the whimpered moan that tore through Harry's body lighting him on fire. They had talked about getting a butt plug before, usually while Harry was either spread out on his desk for a midday fucking or while the Auror had his face smashed against a wall in some random storage cupboard with Draco trying to quickly stretch him. But for some reason Draco hadn't really thought Harry would actually wear one while out in public, talking to his co-workers, sitting down for dinner with his superiors, the plug filling him up and...

Oh fuck he was going to cum for too quickly if he didn't calm down.

Grasping Harry's hips, Draco gave one last long lick before turning the man quickly, his hands spreading his arse cheeks as Harry bent and planted his palms on the stone. He groaned at the sight before him - Harry's dusty pink pucker was slick and red and held open by the shockingly thick column of glass. He watched as Harry's muscles contracted, the man's groan loud in the night air as he leaned forward and ran his tongue around the wide base that held it in place. "Fuck Harry. You should see yourself, you look fucking perfect."

"Like it then?" Harry pressed his hips back as Draco grasped it and tugged softly once more.

Draco nodded despite the fact that he wasn't sure if Harry was looking back at him or not. He twisted and tugged and nearly groaned out loud with Harry as a thick round bulb slipped free - Harry's hole fluttering and squeezing quickly back around the rest of the fake cock inside him. "Mhmmm yes, in fact I think you should probably wear it all the fucking time that way I can bend you over and fuck you whenever the mood strikes. God your so wet already...Merlin Harry."

"Oh shit." Harry moaned as Draco pulled the plug nearly free, only the slender tip of it resting inside him. Merlin but the thing was long and thick.

"Did you fuck yourself with it after putting it in?" Draco asked, pressing the plug back in all the up to the base, his free hand reaching down to press against his own rock hard cock - his mind flooding with the memory of their anniversary last year when Harry had tied him up and then proceeded to make him watch as he fucked himself with a dildo until he came before using Draco's body in an exact enactment of his show with the toy.

"No." Harry groaned shakily, his legs spreading as wide as his jeans would let him.

"Why?"

"Wanted to wait for you."

It was strange, feeling the chaotic emotions of the last several days, coupled with Harry’s acceptance and forgiveness and now this – this intense arousal that flooded him and made his mouth salivate and heart thud painfully. He had no idea how Harry managed it, how he made him forget and fill him with such…peace? Love? Rightness? It didn’t matter what exactly, it only mattered that Harry was here now and Draco had no intention of ever fleeing from it again.
"Did it feel good?" Draco twisted, pulled, and pushed, watching as it disappeared and reappeared over and over in time to Harry's stifled moans. "Having your arse stuffed with such a big toy all night?"

"Fuck yes, ahh, I loved it, made me...oh! Oh yes!....made me think of you."

Draco felt dizzy with arousal as he spun Harry once more, his mouth engulfing the man's weeping cock as he shoved the clear glass prick deep into his arse - Harry's scream no doubt rousing the attention of the people below. He loved how noisy the man was, how he had a hard time keeping his self-control when he was spinning with pleasure, the knowledge that Harry's hips would be snapping forward any minute and his hair would be roughly yanked any second making him speed up his motions.

"Oh god Draco, fuck! Fuck yes...more...that's so good." Harry rambled as Draco felt saliva dribble down his chin and Harry's cock force its way past his gag reflex and into his throat, his arm starting to ache along with his jaw as he kept up the fast pace of shoving the toy in and out of Harry's clenching hole. "I'm going to cum." Harry warned, his fingers digging into Draco's shoulders as he tipped precariously forward, his thighs shaking. "I can't - fuck! Draco..."

Harry's cock pulsed on his tongue, his hot seed shooting down his throat as Draco swallowed quickly without stopping his ministrations. He sucked until Harry's shudders started to subside, the man's cock slipping from his mouth as he continued to lick at the hot flesh and plunder his arse.

"Draco...stop...I can't..." Harry shuddered, his hands pushing at his shoulders, Draco's mouth reluctantly leaving his crotch with one last deep suck.

He licked his lips as he stood slightly unsteadily, his free arm grasping Harry's waist and kissing him as he crushed him against his chest. "Not done yet." Draco muttered as he slowed his rhythm with the toy. "I recall you ordering me to fuck you hard."

"Tell me you love me again and I'll spread for you all damn night."

Letting go of the toy after burying it deep once more, Draco cupped Harry's face, gray eyes locking with his vivid green. "I love you Harry James Potter, I think I always have and I know I always will." He had first uttered those words as a spontaneous part of his vows but they were a truth that seemed more important than anything else in his life and he couldn't help but remind Harry of that now. "I'm so sorry." He added on, sorrowful for ever disappearing on Harry like he had, hating himself for ever doubting the other man.

"None of that, it's forgotten." Harry smiled, pressed their lips together and muttered under his breath as he kissed the blonde - magic tingling over him seconds before he found himself dragged down to the ground that was oddly soft and warm even though he knew it shouldn't have been. Harry spread himself over Draco's humming body, tilting his head and kissing him like he was starving for him. Their hands moved in tandem, divesting each other of their clothing with quick, well-practiced movements, their naked limbs tangling together seconds later in a moment of complete perfection.

"Harry." Draco whimpered as the plug was added to the pile of discarded clothing, his cock pressing against the man's slick and stretched hole - slipping inside his intense heat easily and smoothly. "Merlin I've missed you."

Harry's eyes fell shut as he sat down completely, his body still as he adjusted, his hands pressed against Draco's chest. "Feels even better than the plug." Harry murmured as he rocked his hips. "Your cock fits me perfectly." He rose up, dropped down, and circled his hips, groaning long and low. "Because you are mine Draco, always have been, always will be."

A hoarse cry escaped him as he rolled them, his lips pressing to Harry's as he moved forward - slowly, deeply. It was funny, it didn't seem so long ago that Draco was sure the world would end if he actually admitted to falling for Harry, that it would surely mean the apocalypse if the Auror were to ever kiss him on the balcony of a Ministry Gala. He had spent so long running, spent so much time constructing boxes to frantically shove Harry inside.

When all along Harry was his and he was Harry's.

"I love you." He whispered again, Harry's legs wrapping around his hips and a smile curving his lips.

"I love you too." Harry promised.

Nothing else seemed as big and scary in comparison.

THE END

A/N: Oh my goodness it’s over! Thank you so much to everyone for reading and I hoped you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it, you’re reviews throughout this have been beyond wonderful. I know there may be some of you out there a little (or maybe a lot) pissed at me for not getting into the exact specifics of Draco’s missing memories and subsequently Astoria’s capture and I feel like I should probably address that considering there were so many mysteries in this story.
This underling root of this story is very much a tale of Draco (and really most the other characters) learning to deal with the recuperations of things. Be it falling for Harry and what happens when he tries to deny it and shove him into boxes in his head, living his life after murdering a friend point blank and not properly dealing with it, and finally how he deals with what happened with Astoria. The specifics don’t really matter, Draco got in trouble for killing Theo, the Death Eaters demanded he do something (insert evil deed here) to pay for it or they would give Astoria over to Thronbee as punishment (because we all know Voldy was a twisted fuck who liked mind games). Draco only has glimpses of the possibility that he wasn’t going to do what they wanted and he can hope that he was going to choose the right thing but really it all comes down to dealing with the fact that Astoria was screwed no matter what and the past is the past and Draco isn’t defined by it. The Malfoy’s were one fucked up but loyal bunch, so Narcissa taking his memories…well I think that says so much. Anyway I hope that makes sense and that you guys are satisfied with the ending :)
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