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The Optimal Balance	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and characters belong to JK Rowling and associates. This was written for fun. I make no money from it.

Chapter List
- 1-The Optimal Balance
- 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: Epilogue
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“Harry?”
“Mmm?”
“I have been thinking–”
“What the hell are you…?” Draco's eyes flicked up just in time to see Harry rolling his eyes in what he considered to be an over exaggerated way. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for that t-shirt?”
Draco was only just able to prevent the smile that threatened, but he still turned back to face his wardrobe, just in case. “I would assume about a week, as that was when I took it from your clean laundry.”
The sigh Harry let out in response was long-suffering. Draco grinned as he sorted through the clothing hanging in his wardrobe, trying to make a decision on what to wear the next morning. The t-shirt in question was an old Weird Sisters shirt from a concert Draco remembered fondly. Unfortunately for Harry, the fact that Draco had been at the same concert was working against him at that moment, as Draco knew for a fact that this particular t-shirt had to be at least thirteen years old, possibly a little older.
“You do realise that I actually like my clothing, right?”
Draco nodded. “As do I, just not for the same reasons.”
“My Weird Sisters concert shirts aren’t supposed to be worn as pyjamas.”
“Harry, this shirt is older than Albus; it is not supposed to be being worn at all.”
This was an argument – no, conversation, Draco reconsidered a second later – that the two of them had been having since the start of the summer. It wasn’t that Draco objected to the way Harry dressed; no, in fact, he quite liked the slightly rugged style Harry had developed for himself over the years. The problem he had was that it appeared that Harry had not purchased anything new to wear for quite some time. Of course, he knew that simply stealing Harry’s clothes wasn’t a permanent solution, but he found it strangely amusing watching Harry fight against the desire that he could clearly see on his face every time he entered their bedroom wearing one of Harry’s old shirts. Turning back to where Harry sat on the bed, Draco had to smile: with his arms crossed across his chest and scowl firmly in place, it appeared that Harry was sulking. Deciding to simply ignore Harry’s mood, Draco changed the subject as he moved over to his side of the bed.
“I do actually have something I need to ask you.”
“I draw the line at you stealing my jeans.”
Draco smiled as he rubbed some homemade moisturiser into the backs of his hands – working in the greenhouse during summer always dried his skin – before turning to sit back against the headboard with Harry. “What I need to ask isn’t even remotely apparel related.”
Harry’s gaze dropped to Draco's fingers, which were still rubbing together slowly. “Not at all?”
Shifting closer so he could grasp one of Draco's hands, Harry began slowly massaging the cream into Draco's fingers. It was such a surprise move that Draco could only sit and stare blankly at his hand as Harry worked his fingers.
“I, uh…”
Harry huffed out a small, amused sound beside him, but Draco was too focussed on his fingers and the sensations Harry was sending through him to wonder what was so funny. It being a Sunday, Draco had spent most of the day working in the greenhouse, which always left him with an ache in his hands, but it was something that he had simply accepted as a part of his life years ago. The sensation of having that ache massaged out by Harry’s slightly rough fingers was completely new and it was sending little jolts of pleasure straight through Draco.
“Not even a little bit?”
Draco blinked as Harry flipped his hand over so his fingers were working into Draco’s palm. He took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds before letting it out in a huff, hoping to clear his mind of the sudden rush of desire that had flooded it.
“No, no, I…” He paused when Harry reached for his other hand.
“You…?”
“I, uh… I want you–”
“Oh, believe me, I am fully aware of that fact.”
“No, I–”
“I’m wrong? You don’t want me?”
Draco huffed out a slightly frustrated sigh. “Harry…”
“Draco…”
The fact that Harry could match his tone almost exactly only added to Draco's building frustration. Yanking his hand back, he shot Harry a glare.
“Why are you so annoying?”
“Coming from the shirt thief?”
“Oh, for… You know what?”
Draco quickly peeled the shirt off and threw it onto the floor by the bed, earning himself a low chuckle from Harry. Still moving swiftly, he hooked an arm under Harry’s knees and pulled him down the bed so he could move to hover over him. Hooking his ankles over each other, Draco used them to pin Harry’s legs to the bed while his hands grasped Harry’s wrists, holding them up above his head. The look of pure shock that crossed Harry’s face made the effort worth it. Draco grinned when Harry moved beneath him, obviously testing the strength of his grip.
“Are you happy now?” Draco's grin widened when Harry’s only response was a huff of breath and to twist his hands in Draco's grip. “Are you going to let me speak?”
“I was annoying you, so your solution is to strip nearly naked and pin me to the bed? And now you want to talk?”
Draco couldn’t help the short laugh that escaped him at the mix of confusion and disbelief in Harry’s voice. Releasing Harry’s hands, he sat back on his heels, making sure to keep Harry’s legs pinned beneath him.
“I do, and it seems to have worked.” He smiled when Harry shook his head, but knew better than to get drawn back into yet another looping conversation. He waited until Harry was looking up at him with expectation before speaking again. “Look, I was going to ask whether you would consider taking this week off work as well. I know that you told them that you would only take last week off, but with everything that has been happening, as well as the wedding and the rehearsal coming up, I just thought that it would make things a lot easier on… Well, on everyone involved, really. We still haven’t come to a decision on what to do about the boys and whatever they’re up to and I know I’d feel a lot better if I knew that you were here with us, just in case they managed to pull something off. Also, wouldn’t it make more sense to have all four of the kids together with us before the wedding rather than pawning yours off on their grandparents? They will have to get used to living together at some point and if we continue to separate them, then that would be detrimental to that cause.”
Draco paused to take a deep breath. He hadn’t realised just how fast he had begun speaking, but now that he had realised, he became aware of a wash of nerves through his system. He had yet to ask anything like this of Harry, knowing just how important Harry’s work was to him. But this time, he had felt that he was justified in asking Harry to take some more time off, even if it wasn’t to spend in leisure, but rather, in helping him to deal with a near-crisis with their boys. The fact that their wedding had taken an immediate backseat in the face of said crisis had played on Draco's mind a few times over the past two weeks, but he knew that the safety of their boys had to take precedence. His stomach flipped a little when a small smile spread slowly over Harry’s face.
“I love you, Dray.”
Draco blinked a few times as surprise rushed through him. “I, uh…”
Harry grinned. “You seem to be a little lost for words tonight.” Sliding his hands along the length of Draco's thighs, Harry’s grin widened into a true smile when Draco's breath hitched. He rubbed small circles with his thumbs over Draco's thighs before slipping his hands further up to grip Draco's hips, holding him firmly. “I’ll send a letter off to Iris in the morning.”
Cocking his head to the side, Draco stared down at Harry for a few seconds, slightly disbelieving that he had agreed so readily. “That easily? You can take time off just like that without even giving them any kind of notice?”
“Well…”
Harry’s eyes slid off to the side as he considered his answer. His fingers had not loosened their grip on Draco's hips, but Draco found the sensation pleasurable in an odd way. It was unusual for him to find himself in this kind of position on top of Harry – straddling his hips with his feet crossed beneath him – but he figured he may be able to get used to it rather than their usual positions.
“Well,” he prompted when Harry took too long to respond.
“Alright, so Iris will most likely be pissed off at me and we will hear all about it at the wedding, but she does keep telling me that because I own the place, I can take time off without warning. And I wouldn’t feel right, leaving you and Tori to deal with this by yourselves, considering my boys are apparently most of the problem here.”
“Oh, don’t discount Scorp’s ability to influence others into doing his bidding, believe me. I wouldn’t place the blame completely on Al and James if I were you.”
“I would assume he inherited that trait from you?”
Draco couldn’t help raising an eyebrow. “And why would that be?”
He sucked his breath in between his teeth when Harry moved, flipping him over so he was lying flat on his back on the bed. Harry pressed down from his vantage point above Draco, pinning him to the bed much more effectively than Draco had managed a few minutes previously. Draco's blood began to pound through his veins, raising his heart rate and causing his breathing to quicken. Harry grinned as he leant in so that their lips were almost touching.
“You’ve always been able to get a rise out of me just by talking; why would I not assume he got it from you?”
The double meaning of Harry’s words did not escape Draco. He reacted instinctively, spreading his thighs so Harry could settle against him properly. The triumphant grin that spread across Harry’s face made it unnecessary for Draco to respond, as he knew that whatever he could say at that point would sound pathetic in comparison to responding physically. Tangling a hand into Harry’s hair, he pulled him down into a harsh kiss, sucking and nipping at Harry’s bottom lip until he opened for him. It wasn’t long before they were both breathing heavily and moving unconsciously against each other.
“Draco…”
He shivered as Harry drew his name out against his lips. With slightly shaking hands and a fair amount of help from Harry, Draco managed to get them both completely naked with Harry still above him. He knew exactly what it was he wanted, now that Harry had prompted him into it. Taking himself in hand, Draco attempted to hold steady as he watched Harry stroking himself to his full length, but it was proving difficult. When he could no longer wait, he mumbled the preparation charms and placed his other hand on one of Harry’s hips. Guiding him slowly downwards, Draco held his breath. It had been quite a while since Harry had ridden him and he was certain that the sensation would work him up much faster than usual, due to the unusual feeling of being pinned by Harry’s weight. He only released the breath once Harry was fully settled on top of him.
“Harry…”
Staring up at him through glazed eyes, Draco's breathing hitched again. He honestly had no idea what good he had done in his past lives that had caused him to be lucky enough to deserve Harry in this one, but he was so grateful for it. Flexing his hands on Harry’s hips, he attempted to steady his breathing, despite knowing that he was doomed to fail.
“I–”
“Move.”
It seemed Harry had only been waiting for Draco's command. He set a fast pace, leaning forward with his hands placed on either side of Draco's shoulders on the bed, his eyes closed and mouth open as he panted. Draco took it all in with a touch of amazement. The very fact that someone even remotely like Harry could fall for him – actually want to be with him – was nothing short of a miracle for Draco, but for it to be Harry himself… Draco shivered as his hips jerked of their own accord. Stuttering out the lubrication charm, he reached for Harry’s cock, stroking him as he moved on top of him.
“Fuck… Fuck, I…”
Draco's hips jerked again, causing Harry to groan deep in his throat. Tightening his grip, Draco twisted his hand, needing to know that Harry was satisfied before he took his own pleasure.
“Come, Harry…”
All it took for Harry to oblige was another jerk of Draco's hips. He froze on top of him, his mouth open in a silent scream as he coated Draco's hand and chest with his release. The spasming of Harry’s muscles around him was just enough for Draco, who followed him through into orgasm with a deep groan of his own. Harry landed on top of him a few seconds later, pressing Draco down into the mattress. Draco was just about asleep when Harry’s voice startled him awake.
“You can keep the shirts; they look better on you anyway.”
The laugh Draco let out in response sounded tired even to him. “I always intended to.”
“Of course you did.”
With that, Harry waved his hand to extinguish the lights, then again to clean them both up. He attempted to move off to his side of the bed, but Draco tightened his grip around his waist, forcing him to stay where he was, half-on and half-off of him.
“Stay.”
“Whatever you want.”
Draco fell asleep to Harry’s steady breathing right beside him.
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