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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!
Nerves rushed through Draco’s stomach as he stepped out of the floo into Grimmauld Place. He had no idea if Harry would already know if the lawyers had decided in his favour or Ginevra’s, but he was fairly confident that he knew which side they would fall on. Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long to find out; he was almost knocked back into the fire when Harry pounced on him.
“What–”
Draco’s exclamation was cut off when Harry’s lips descended on his in a harsh kiss. Assuming Harry’s enthusiasm indicated something good had happened, Draco wound his arms around Harry’s waist and pulled him closer. The move seemed to slow Harry down a bit and the kiss softened, reducing the risk of Draco being bitten accidentally. Draco smiled into the kiss when Harry hummed and slid his arms up and around his shoulders, holding him steady as he began to move backwards. They stopped when Harry’s legs met the lounge, but Harry seemed reluctant to break the kiss. More than willing to just stand there with Harry in his arms, Draco slid his hands up the back of his shirt, enjoying the feeling of the strong muscles beneath his fingers. He could feel Harry relaxing slowly and it sent a warm rush of pleasure through his stomach to know that it was him who was able to have that effect on Harry. He broke the kiss and opened his mouth to ask what had happened, but Harry cut him off by pulling him down so he could suck his earlobe into his mouth.
Smiling as Harry began to slowly nibble down from his ear along his jaw, Draco raised his head to allow him better access to his throat. If this was what Harry wanted, then who was he to deny him? His pulse kicked up a few notches when Harry reached the pounding point in the base of his throat and sucked hard, no doubt creating a deep purple bruise that he would have to Heal later on.
There was something so incredibly erotic about allowing someone to have that kind of power over him and Draco’s body began to respond almost immediately. The kind of trust that he was putting in Harry was something that he had never given to anyone else. Sure, his past partners had had their tongues all over him – including inside him – but this felt different. Doing this with Harry carried implications with it that sent desire crashing through Draco’s entire body. He let out a gasp as Harry moved to nibble his way along his collarbone.
“Harry...”
Harry moved quickly, placing his hands on either side of Draco’s face and pulling him into a soft kiss. “They said yes. They’ll be able to work with my lawyers to help protect the kids from the press and Ginny has to find someone else.” Harry brushed his thumbs over Draco’s cheekbones, smiling up into his eyes. “Everything’s going to be fine and it’s all because of you.”
Biting his tongue to prevent himself from bursting Harry’s happy little bubble, Draco merely smiled back and leant in to claim his lips again. He knew that Harry must know that there was so much more to come from this case than just finding the right lawyers, but this wasn’t the time to open that discussion. Pushing Harry backwards, Draco held tight to him as he laid him down on the lounge. They didn’t quite manage the move without breaking the kiss, but Draco took advantage of the opportunity. Removing his wand from his sleeve, he widened the lounge so it was easier for the two of them to lie down. Seeing Harry waiting for him, his eyes clouded with lust, sent Draco’s heart racing and he wasted little time in stripping himself of his robes. Harry had barely tossed the last of his clothing onto the floor at Draco’s feet before Draco moved, covering Harry’s body with his own and pressing him into the lounge. Harry opened his mouth, probably to cast the preparation charms, but Draco stopped him by placing a hand over his mouth.
“Not this time.”
Harry shot him a confused look, but complied when Draco began to manoeuvre him into an easier position. Leaning down, Draco trailed his lips along Harry’s jaw, causing his head to tip backwards against the armrest. He hooked his hands beneath Harry’s knees, bending them so he could settle between his legs more comfortably. A quick charm gave Draco the handful of lube he required and he began to slowly coat Harry’s entrance with his fingers.
“What are you... Oh!”
Draco smiled at Harry’s exclamation when his finger breached him. It wasn’t much compared to what he usually took, but Draco figured Harry’s reaction was more surprise than anything else. He paused anyway, just in case it was too uncomfortable for him.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No! I – er – I like it.” Harry paused so he could wriggle on Draco’s finger, taking it deeper inside himself. “I trust you. Don’t stop.”
The amount of willpower it took for Draco to not just cast the charms and take him there and then was surprising to him. Love was one thing – a beautiful, magnificent, amazing thing, but still just a thing – but trust... Love was a chemical reaction that Draco knew was damn near impossible to prevent when they had been doing the kinds of things they had been doing together. Trust was willingly given, though; Harry had actually consciously made the decision that he was worthy of placing his trust in and if that wasn’t the greatest miracle that Draco had ever heard...
“Draco?”
He jumped at the sound of Harry’s voice but was unwilling to explain why he had frozen. Leaning down, he opened Harry’s lips with his tongue. It seemed to be enough to distract Harry from any line of questioning he had been about to make, which Draco was thankful for. As much as he loved Harry – and he did – there were simply some things that he thought he would always be uncomfortable with showing.
Balancing on one elbow, he ran his tongue all around Harry’s mouth, enjoying the small noises and movements he was causing. This was such a strange difference from their normal, almost frantic pace that it was causing Draco’s heart to beat wildly and his skin to tingle with anticipation, despite knowing what was coming. Harry broke the kiss when Draco slowly slid a second finger inside him and began to scissor them.
“Fuck, that’s... That’s...”
“Good?” Please say yes...
Draco reached to remove Harry’s glasses, which were becoming fogged. It allowed him a clear view of the desire that was darkening Harry’s eyes and he smiled when Harry blinked up at him.
“Mmm...”
Harry wriggled again, pushing down on Draco’s fingers when he scissored them. Harry’s reactions reminded Draco so much of someone experiencing their first time and it was sending his head spinning with lust. Needing to lessen some of the stimulation he was receiving, Draco began to slowly make his way down Harry’s chest, nibbling and sucking on his salty skin. He continued to thrust and scissor his fingers, slowly opening Harry up for him. Hooking them once, he managed to brush against Harry’s prostate, making him buck upwards. Draco grinned against Harry’s stomach, but didn’t do it again, despite repeated requests. If he was going to do this, then he was going to do it properly and not allow Harry to come until he wanted him to. By the time Draco reached Harry’s straining cock, he was beginning to need some other kind stimulation himself. Unfortunately, he knew the third finger would hurt, so he suppressed his own need for the time being to focus on giving Harry as much pleasure as he could. The flicked his tongue over the leaking head of Harry’s cock and grinned when Harry’s hands landed in his hair.
“Please, Draco, I need...” Harry stopped and huffed out a breath, but didn’t continue.
“Need?”
Draco watched as Harry shook his head, his eyes squeezed shut. He could see his chest rising and falling rapidly as he panted and had to smile.
“I don’t know,” Harry responded. “More; just more.”
Licking a stripe up Harry’s cock earned Draco a deep groan and a shift of Harry’s hips towards him. “More of this?”
“Christ, Malfoy, if you don’t fuck me soon, I’ll do it myself.”
The strain in Harry’s voice had Draco chuckling as he removed his fingers from him. Even if he hadn’t gotten as far as he would have liked, it was enough. Simply knowing Harry was open to exploring different aspects of his sexuality with him was more of a turn-on than it probably should have been, but Draco put that down to the fact that he was in rather desperate need of satisfaction himself at that point. He silently cast the charms to properly prepare Harry as he made his way back up towards his lips. The rise and fall of Harry’s chest as he nibbled along his collarbone had Draco smiling.
“Looking forward to this, were you?”
Harry grabbed Draco’s hair in both hands and dragged him up so their eyes met. “You are the most frustrating man I have ever met.” He hooked his ankles behind Draco’s back and began to rock his hips. “I want you now, Draco.”
Unable to resist with Harry’s voice as rough as it was at that moment, Draco settled himself against Harry’s body properly. Staring down into Harry’s eyes as he pressed forward carefully, Draco knew he was a lot more worked up than he really should have been at that moment. His mind raced as pleasure rushed through him, trying to work out exactly why it was that Harry was able to bring him to the brink so quickly, but there was no real explanation he could come to other than the fact that this relationship was the satisfaction of many years of built-up frustration. His head fell forward so their foreheads rested together the second he came to a rest against Harry’s body.
“Harry...”
“I love you, Draco, but I swear I could just murder you sometimes.”
Laughter bubbled up out of Draco as Harry nipped at his bottom lip. It seemed as though Harry had hit on exactly the feelings that Draco had so much trouble expressing a lot of the time, but he didn’t get time to respond, as Harry squeezed his muscles around him in an obvious request for more. The pressure that had been building inside Draco threatened to spill over as he began to move, falling into a steady rhythm. He worked his hand down between them so he could stroke his still-lubed hand along Harry’s straining cock and received a jerk of Harry’s hips in response. With Harry moaning and wriggling beneath him, Draco thought it a wonder that he ever managed to hold on as long as he did and this time was no exception.
“Fuck, Draco, I... Gods, I – I can’t... I need... have to...”
Draco smiled and angled his hips, trying to hit Harry’s prostate. He knew that was probably all that Harry needed to reach orgasm and was more than willing to have him finish soon. It took a few tries, but when Draco managed it, he knew it had been worth the effort.
“Christ, Draco, I...”
Harry never finished the thought, as he began spurting his release between the two of them. Draco held on for as long as he could with Harry’s muscles contracting around him. When he finally let go, Harry surprised him by wrapping him in his arms and holding him steady as his body spasmed in pleasure. Being cocooned in warmth and Harry’s scent as he slowly came down from the high of orgasm was something Draco knew he would never get tired of and he smiled as Harry cast cleansing charms over the two of them. Nestling down on top of Harry as they both tried to catch their breath, Draco allowed his lips to brush against the shell of Harry’s ear.
“I love you, too.”
*~*
Harry had no idea what time it was when he finally came to again. He also had no idea what it was that had woken him until he realised that the house wards were shimmering, letting him know they had sensed someone Apparating close-by. Scrambling for his wand on the coffee table behind him, he accidentally nearly knocked Draco to the floor.
“What the fuck?”
Harry cut Draco off by tapping him on the head with his wand, keying him into the wards properly rather than just giving him access to the house. “You feel that shimmer? Someone has Apparated nearby and is most likely coming here.” Harry grinned when Draco glared at him. “Unless you want whoever it is to see you completely naked, I’d suggest getting dressed.”
He cast refreshing charms over the both of them and rose to begin dressing as quickly as he could. It wasn’t long after he had finished lacing his shoes that the front door was flung open and he heard the sound of Lily’s footsteps rushing inside.
“Dad!”
Harry moved out into the hallway with a last glance back to see that Draco had only just managed to dress in time. He shot him a grin and received a roll of Draco’s eyes in response. Lily ran into his arms the second she spotted him.
“Dad, Mum says that you aren’t getting divorced anymore.”
Confusion rushed through Harry’s chest, followed swiftly by something that felt very similar to fear that trickled down his spine. “What?”
Lily leant back in his arms so she could look at him properly. Harry could see confusion and worry on her face and that piled anger at Ginny in on top of everything else roiling around in him.
“She said that you and Draco are just going to be friends now and that you and her are going to be married properly from now on.” Lily curled her hands into the collar of Harry’s shirt, a frown crossing her face. “Dad, I don’t understand.”
Harry opened his mouth to reassure her, but closed it again soon after, because he didn’t understand either. How was he supposed to explain something to Lily if he didn’t have the full explanation himself? Glancing behind him, he saw Draco standing just in front of the lounge, confusion clear on his face. Harry turned back towards him, but was prevented from speaking by Ginny’s arrival.
“That’s right, baby, how does it sound now you know your parents are going to stay married?”
Ginny’s voice was sickly sweet and it sent a shiver of revulsion up Harry’s spine. He glanced back to Draco, who was staring at him with what appeared to be a mix of disgust and disbelief.
“Draco–”
“Won’t be a part of your life at all from now on in, Harry. You’ve had your fun and I’ve had mine, but now we’re going to sit down and sort this out.”
This was definitely something Lily did not need to hear. Moving away from Ginny, who had stopped just inside the front door so she could hang her coat up, Harry made his way over to Draco. He slid Lily down to the floor, but kept hold of her hand.
“I’m sorry,” he began, but paused when Draco held a hand up.
“How about I take Lily upstairs with me?”
The responding rush of gratitude nearly overwhelmed Harry and he was sure it showed on his face when Draco shot him an amused look. “Thank you.”
Draco leant in close as Lily moved off into the hallway without him. “If that bitch tries anything, I reserve the right to curse her.”
Harry was sure that the glare he received from Ginny when he moved back out into the hallway was because of the dopey smile on his face that he had been unable to prevent as he watched Draco follow Lily upstairs. The fact that Lily had taken to Draco so quickly was a huge relief for Harry, because he really did want his kids to get along with the man he loved. Any warm feelings he had been getting from watching Draco and Lily dissolved immediately when he turned to face Ginny properly.
“What is this about?”
“You’re not going to invite your wife in to sit down?”
Harry only just managed to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “No. I’m going to stand here in the hall and try to prevent my soon-to-be ex-wife from destroying the relationship I want to be in. I don’t want you, Ginny.”
“Don’t be so stupid, Harry,” Ginny scoffed and moved past him into the living room anyway, completely ignoring what he had just said. “Of course you want me; you’ve always wanted me. Why else would you have put up with the kind of relationship we had for so long? You love me, even if you can’t see it at the moment.”
Harry merely stood and stared at her in disbelief as she settled herself down on the lounge. He actually felt shame trickle down his spine that it took him so long to work out just why she was there, declaring her supposed undying love for him on the lounge he and Draco had just defiled. He cast a glance back up the stairs to make sure Lily really was out of earshot before following her into the living room.
“So you lose the lawyers you wanted and all of a sudden you change your mind about the divorce? Convenient.”
Something unreadable flashed across Ginny’s face, but it was covered quickly. “That has nothing to do with this. You love me, I know you do. We can’t continue to put our children through this; it’s ridiculous and pointless.” She paused to run her fingers through her hair and shoot Harry a look that at one time would have told him he was about to get lucky. “I don’t care if you’re bisexual, Harry. Maybe we could even spice things up a bit, hmm? We could bring someone else in every now and then. I know there are a lot of women who find you very attractive.”
Harry took an unconscious step backwards as disbelief washed through him. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but no sound came out. She wanted him to have a threesome with her and another woman? Had she not listened to a single thing he had said over the past few months? Even if he was willing to throw Draco over, it wouldn’t be for a woman.
“Ginny, I’m gay,” he said slowly, hoping that she would hear him this time.
“Oh come on, Harry,” she scoffed again, this time with a sceptical look. “We’ve been together for 19 years and have three children together: you can’t be gay.”
A combination of anger, frustration and a strong desire to shake her until she listened to him all crowded through Harry’s chest in response and he clenched his hands by his side to prevent himself from following through with the last of those. He took a few deep breaths to calm the anger building inside him and waited for his heart rate to decrease before attempting to explain to Ginny once again why this wasn’t going to work.
“You cannot come in here and simply dismiss my sexuality like that, Ginny. You and I both know that this relationship hasn’t been a real relationship in the true sense of the word since day one. I understand that you’re angry with me, but continuing on in the same way we were before all of this blew up isn’t going to work anymore. I can’t live a lie any longer. Draco is who I want to be with and I am going to be with him whether you like the idea or not. You losing the lawyers you wanted isn’t going to change my mind about that and neither is you offering yourself to me.” The unidentifiable emotion that had flashed across Ginny’s face appeared again and Harry recognised it as the same kind of anger that he had seen in the past that had led to her slapping him. His hand moved unconsciously to cover the holster on the side of his jeans where his wand rested. “I have to ask you to leave.”
“You disgust me,” she spat at him, the anger now showing through on her face properly. “How I ever let you touch me is beyond me.”
Harry watched as she stood and stomped back out into the hallway. He had a feeling that this was all going too easily and her next words seemed to confirm that suspicion.
“The Ministry Ball is this Friday, right? I look forward to it so much each year.”
By the time Harry made it out to the hall, she had already exited the house, leaving the door wide open behind her. He sighed as he closed it softly. That had been one of the strangest encounters he had ever had in his life and he had to wonder exactly what the point of it was as he made his way slowly upstairs to where he knew Draco was. Why had Ginny even bothered to come there if all she was going to try to do was convince him to not divorce her? She had to have known that it was a failed attempt before she had even tried, so why... A stark sense of sorrow filled him completely when the sound of Lily’s laugh reached him. She couldn’t have gone to all that trouble to simply dump Lily on him for the week, could she? His steps slowed as he neared Lily’s bedroom and he peeked around the door.
Lily and Draco were sitting on the purple shag rug on the floor of Lily’s room, a potions book spread out between them. The remnants of the anger at Ginny faded little by little as Harry stood watching his lover interact with his daughter. Lily was bent over the book, reading out what it said and every now and then, Draco would interrupt, obviously telling her a better way to create whatever it was that she was reading about. He watched as Lily made a correction according to what Draco had said and warmth spread through him, starting from his stomach and spreading outwards. His children and Draco were the most important parts of his life and it was vital for him to know that they could get along.
“Harry?” Draco’s voice was soft and warm, causing Harry to smile at him as he moved into the room.
“Dad, where... Where’s Mum?”
The warmth left Harry almost as soon as it had appeared at the sound of the disappointment in Lily’s voice. He knelt down on the rug so he was eye-to-eye with her.
“I’m sorry, Lil, but your Mum had to leave.”
Pain shot through his chest as the first tears fell down Lily’s face. He moved to scoop her up in his arms, holding her tight when she began to sob.
“She – she doesn’t love me any m-more! I d-didn’t do anyth-thing wrong and sh-she doesn’t love me!”
Holding her tight to his chest, Harry could only murmur reassurances that he was sure Lily didn’t believe anymore. Glancing up into Draco’s eyes, Harry saw all the sympathy there that he currently was in great need of himself, but he held off so he could make sure Lily was going to be alright. Moving around the room, he bounced her and rubbed his hand across her shoulders in the same way he had to soothe her when she had been a very young child. When he turned back towards the door, Draco mimed drinking to him and he nodded. He was unsure that having something to drink would help to calm her, but at this stage, he was willing to try almost anything. It took longer than he had hoped for Lily’s tears to subside, but by the time Draco returned with three mugs of what smelled like hot chocolate, Harry was sitting on the edge of Lily’s bed with her in his lap, hiccupping.
“Here we are, Princess. My Father used to make this for me when I was upset over something when I was a child,” Draco murmured as he knelt down in front of Harry and Lily, handing over one of the mugs of chocolate and sending the other two hovering over to the bedside table. “How would you feel about a sleepover at the Manor tonight?”
Lily hiccupped again, but lowered the mug from her mouth so she could respond. “At your place?”
Draco met Harry’s eyes as he nodded, obviously checking if it was alright. “There’s a huge parlour there that you can set a tent up in and have that picnic you’ve been wanting.”
Harry’s eyes widened as he was almost overwhelmed by an incredibly strong rush of affection. He had no idea where this was coming from, but the fact that Draco was thinking about Lily and not just him was causing his heart to begin to race. He glanced down at Lily so he could break the spell Draco’s eyes were holding him under. She looked to be nodding in agreement.
“Does that sound good, Lil? They also have peacocks from what I remember.” He smiled back when Lily smiled up at him.
“Do you mind if I steal your Dad for a few minutes while you pack, then?”
Lily slid off Harry’s lap and threw her arms around Draco’s neck, almost spilling the chocolate down his back. Draco’s eyes widened and Harry was almost afraid that he wouldn’t react, but his arms went around Lily’s shoulders in a few seconds, holding her in a loose grip.
“We’re really going to have a picnic for tea?” Lily’s voice was still trembling, but at least she had stopped crying. “And sleep in a tent?”
“We’ll do whatever you want, Princess.”
Harry was unable to prevent the huge smile that threatened to crack his face in two as he watched the two of them interact. Draco definitely had a way with children that he did not have with adults. He grinned when Lily pulled away from Draco and began searching for a bag to pack. With her distracted, Harry was free to follow Draco out into the hallway. He took full advantage of not having Lily there for a few minutes and threw his arms around Draco’s shoulders, pressing him into the wall.
“You are perfect,” he whispered into Draco’s ear as he pressed as close as he could get. “I don’t know how you manage it, but you are absolutely fucking perfect.”
“I take it that was alright to suggest then.” There was laughter in Draco’s voice as he wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and held him tight. “I thought having somewhere she couldn’t reach you for the night might be a good idea.”
Harry pulled back far enough so he could see Draco’s eyes. They were as open and readable as Harry had ever seen them before and all he could see there was a mild concern. It caused the earlier warmth to return in force and Harry to press their lips together.
“I really do love you, you know.” He had never really experienced anything like this in a relationship. Ginny had certainly never cared about him in this way, or if she had, then she had never shown it. “Thank you.”
“I know,” Draco responded against his lips with a smile. “And I’m sure I can think of a number of ways for you to repay me.”
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