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Said the Tortoise to the Hare	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9809 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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�� St. Mungo�s
had improved in quality of care since the last time Draco had been there. Of
course, perhaps it helped matters to have a scowling Chosen One hovering over
you and scrutinizing everyone who came near the bed with a narrow-eyed gaze, as
if he could see their relationship to Elise Sanders at a glance.

�� Mr.
Potter, it really is inconvenient for you to be in the way like this,� Draco
heard one Healer say as he lay on the bed, his eyes closed and an expression of
angelic weakness draped across his face.

�� I can
cause greater inconvenience at any time,� Harry said, in a voice that made
Draco start to harden. He rather liked listening to Harry to threaten people,
provided Harry didn�t direct that voice at him.

�� The Healer
scuttled away. Draco gave a faint smile and kept his eyes closed, sighing as if
in sleep. Harry�s hand came down, the palm barely skimming his forehead.

�� Sometimes
Harry talked to him, voice rambling as though he were alone. Draco magnanimously
forgave him for his shameful lack of attention. Of course Harry would be fooled
into thinking he was asleep and not really listening. It was not his fault
Draco was such a good actor.

�� It feels
as though I turned the corner one day and saw my parents standing there. It was
so sudden. When I saw you lying on
the floor like that after Sanders hurt you, I knew that�I cared more for you
than I thought I did.� Harry chuckled under his breath. �Wouldn�t Hermione be
surprised if she knew this turn of events?�

�� Granger has a little more foresight than you
give her credit for, Draco wanted to say, but didn�t, because far be it
from him to praise Granger. Besides, he had arranged his mouth in a �natural�
pout as he �slept,� and he could feel Harry looking at his lips from time to
time. Give him enough such silent staring moments and he would do something
about them.

�� I can�t
believe how lucky you were,� Harry said at another point, his hand stroking
Draco�s hair with a hypnotic, rhythmic motion that made Draco instantly jealous
of everyone who had touched Harry�s hands in the past. They might know that
those hands had the power to do this. Worse, they might know what it felt like,
and that meant Draco would be fending off challengers for the rest of their
natural lives. �The Healers say they�ve never seen anything like it. That curse
usually�burns straight to the other side of the body.� His voice faltered on
the last words.

�� Draco
wanted to roll his eyes. Of course, he had known that, and that was why he had
cast the countercharm before he leaped in front of Harry. If he hadn�t known
the countercharm, then he would have cast a shield. He wanted Harry to fall in
love with him as deeply as Draco had with Harry, but he also wanted to live to
enjoy the fruits of his labor.

�� I can�t
bear to think about that,� Harry whispered. �I had nightmares after the Healers
told me. I can�t believe�I can�t bear�� His hand crushed down on Draco�s for a
moment, and Draco heard the faint rustle of hair against cloth that meant Harry
was shaking his head. �I had nightmares,� he repeated, instead of finishing
what he was going to say.

�� Draco
sighed and rolled over as if starting to wake up, and then opened his eyes a
cautious slit before looking full into Harry�s face. Harry was staring at him
with a hungry expression that satisfied Draco. It didn�t fulfill all his
expectations, not yet, but he would have been stupid indeed if he had started
pressing Harry into things he wasn�t ready for this close to the goal.

�� He �awakened�
fully and asked around a yawn, �What�s for breakfast?�

�� Harry
stared a moment longer before he replied, his eyes open wider than normal and
his pupils slightly dilated. The hand in Draco�s hair trembled before it was
withdrawn.

�� Seeing the
future�the inevitability of that future�in Harry�s eyes, Draco did not mind the
withdrawal.

*

�� And then
Harry vanished.

�� Draco had
to admit that he didn�t notice at first. He was out of St. Mungo�s in three
days, and then dealing with the consequences of Sanders�s attack on him and all
the very polite questions Kingsley Shacklebolt kept asking that did not involve
anything that was any of his business. Draco had never uttered �I really don�t
know, sir,� so many times in his life, even when he had tried unsuccessfully to
lie to Snape, and he had never performed a cleverer dance around the main
point, which was that Sanders�s jealousy of him had some basis in fact.

�� When that
was dealt with and Draco looked around his house and at Gamaliel violently
preening himself on his perch, he realized that Harry had neither seen him or
tried to contact him in five days.

�� Draco
leaned back against the wall, because that was where he did his best thinking,
and sipped the cup of tea that one of his house-elves had thoughtfully provided
him. Expert as he was in reading all of Harry�s behavior, he had to admit this
puzzled him. Harry had as good as admitted to himself that he was in love with
Draco. Why would he retreat now, instead of charging forwards the way he had when
he decided that he wanted to date Ginny Weasley again?

�� Draco
considered and rejected the idea of friends� interference. Harry had made it
clear that he wouldn�t let his friends� ideas of who he should date dictate his
love life.

�� He would
have heard if Harry had been sent off on an emergency mission with another
partner. That was the kind of thing Kingsley was considerate about, and for
another, he knew that Harry and Draco were better in emergencies than any other
Auror team, so splitting them up wasn�t worth the fuss.

�� Could he
have blamed himself somehow for Draco�s wound, and be brooding? Or perhaps he
felt he had hit Sanders too hard? Draco also rejected that possibility. Harry
left the intricacies of battle behind in
battle. He no longer had the ridiculous guilt complex that he had possessed
when he was an adolescent, though it was still overdeveloped. He would have
come to Draco blurting out excessive apologies if he really felt that way, not
withdrawn and sat staring at the wall, or whatever he was doing at the moment.

�� He had better not have tried to return to
Ginny Weasley.

�� Draco
allowed a snarl to distort his face for exactly one moment. Then he rolled his
eyes and dropped the expression. Of course Harry hadn�t. Draco prided himself on
how well he knew Harry, and a pathetic attempt to get back with the girl who
had broken up with him, lo these many months later, was not in his nature.

�� No, Draco
decided at last, the most likely reason for Harry�s absence was that his
unexpected passion for Draco had scared him, and he had decided to retreat and
think about it. If he hadn�t wanted to date anyone else, he must be thinking
now, why would he want to date Draco? He
had already confessed in hospital that his desire had taken him by surprise.

�� It was
hard, Draco decided philosophically as he finished his tea, to stand here while
the man he loved was perhaps making up his mind not to date him after all. But
if Draco hadn�t enticed Harry sufficiently at this point to make him overcome
his reservations, then he didn�t deserve
Harry�s love. Only someone who was clever and beautiful did.

�� He would
pursue the same course he had so far, and wait, and trust Harry to come to his
senses and see what was best for him.

�� And he
would serenely ignore the doubts that plagued him, because his decision was
based on his knowledge of Harry, and that knowledge had never failed him.

*

�� Harry
didn�t return to work the next day. Or the day after that. Or for the entire
week.

�� Draco did
paperwork, and smiled blandly when Granger came to visit and turned a
triumphant smile on him. Granger hovered about and made non-remarks about the
color of the office walls, then said directly, �Do you know where Harry is
now?�

�� No,� Draco
said. �But he�s been through a lot, and quite often someone who hurts a fellow
Auror the way he had to hurt Sanders needs a holiday from the Ministry.�

�� This was
completely true, so that Granger frowned at him in baffled silence for a
moment. But then she said, �He�s been visiting Ron, and seeing Ginny.�

�� Oh,� Draco
said. He hid the quietness of his voice with a glance at his report and a
scribble a moment later, so that Granger would attribute it to a lack of
interest in her words rather than pain. �Are they dating again? I�m glad for
Harry. I did wonder, when Weasley broke up with him, if she would hold his job
against him forever. I don�t think he�ll quit, so��

�� Stop,
Malfoy. Just stop.�

�� Draco
folded his hands in front of him and looked up at Granger, who had her hands on
her hips, and hope crept back into his heart. Because someone who had got what
she wanted�that is, her best friend dating her fianc�s sister�would have
looked happier than she looked at the moment.

�� I know
that you don�t want him to get back together with Ginny,� Granger said. �I know
that you want him for yourself.�

�� I want him
to have what he wants,� Draco said calmly. �That is all I have wanted for
years, and I would be willing to swear to it under Veritaserum.�

�� But you want it to be you he wants.� Granger
made that statement as if she were talking about a crime worthy of being
punished with a sentence in Azkaban.

�� If he
wants Weasley,� Draco went on, pretending to take no notice of her remark,
�then he should have her. I wish them a long and happy life together. And at
least it means that I won�t have to deal with sudden flying visits from you and
your Weasley accusing me vaguely of
sins without names.�

�� He sees Ginny, but he won�t get back together with her!� Granger burst out suddenly. �You�ve done something to him, Malfoy!
Manipulated him somehow, made him see you as more than a partner!� She stepped
towards him, and although she wasn�t visibly armed, Draco let his wand fall
into his hand under the desk. �I don�t like my friends being manipulated,
Malfoy,� she continued, and her voice had grown drastically soft. �Harry�s had
enough of it to last a lifetime. I actually thought he could trust you as a
partner, but you want to be more than just an Auror partner, like all the rest
of them.�

�� I�ve done
nothing but spend time with him,� said Draco, �and nearly sacrifice my life for
his.�

�� You were
faking,� Granger whispered. �You must have been.�

�� Draco drew
out a fresh piece of parchment and began to write.

�� What are
you doing?� Granger demanded.

�� Giving you
the names and Floo addresses of the Healers who treated me for my wound.� Draco
looked up with a bland smile. �You can ask them whether I managed to fake an
injury, and whether I actually persuaded
Sanders to sacrifice her freedom and her job for�what? A paltry payment of
Galleons? Since you seem to think that�s all I�m good for.�

�� Granger�s
eyes narrowed. Then she said, �If I went with my suspicions to Harry, what
would you do?�

�� Leave it
up to him,� said Draco. The way I always
have done. And that was the truth, so he could speak it with a calm face
and honest heart.

�� Granger
shook her head. �Perhaps it�s not traditional manipulation, but it�s
manipulation nonetheless,� she said. �You want him to like you?�

�� I think,�
Draco said judiciously, �that the answer to that question should be given to
him, and not to you. Why don�t you ask Harry what he wants?�

�� I think I
will,� said Granger, with less bark in her voice than before, and perhaps even
less suspicion. She turned and left the room.

�� The successful predator doesn�t spend time
wearing himself out with a race, Draco thought, as he put the parchment
away. He only has to strike once.

*

�� Draco
smiled and tossed a gobbet of venison to Gamaliel. He twisted his head, snapped
it out of the air, and swallowed it. Then he opened his beak again in a hungry
scream. It would be a hunting scream soon, Draco supposed. He hadn�t been able
to identify what kind of hawk Gamaliel was yet, but the bird was growing fast,
his plumage changing color in the direction of a purer white. Draco should be
able to tell soon.

�� Someone
knocked on the door. Draco looked up with a half-raised eyebrow, but he didn�t
feel like getting up and leaving the darkened room where he was feeding
Gamaliel. The house-elves would bring in the visitor if it was someone
important.

�� And then he
heard the voice say, �Draco,� and he
allowed himself to scramble to his feet and turn around, moving swiftly at
last.

�� Harry stood
there, his eyes drowning and enormous in his face, his pupils dilated the way
they had been in hospital. He swallowed and laid his cloak down on the back of
the chair he stood next to. �I�m here,� he said uselessly.

�� Draco
crossed the room to him, forcing himself to move more slowly than he wanted to.
He knew his desire was plain on his face, but that was all right; by now, Harry
had the right to know that Draco would welcome his advances. Still, he wanted
Harry to initiate the final move, so he could say with perfect truth that this
was what Harry wanted, rather than what Draco had forced him into, if Granger
or anyone else ever asked him again.

�� All right, he admitted, as his gaze
roamed over Harry�s face. And maybe I
really do want him to want me for myself, without having to coax and manipulate
him into everything.

�� Yes, you
are,� Draco said, and whether he allowed or added a breathy tone to his voice
he never knew, because his attention was rather distracted when Harry pounced.

�� Harry
almost flattened him to the wall, his lips insistent on Draco�s, his hands
scrabbling wildly up and down his body, fisting in his hair and then curving
around his hips and arse as if he couldn�t decide what to touch first. Draco
decided against laughing�he rather thought it would be misunderstood�and
settled for curving a leg around Harry�s hip instead, so that he could hook him
closer.

�� God, I
love you,� Harry breathed, yanking his mouth briefly away from Draco�s to speak
near his lips. His eyes were still dark with lust, but his words were clear and
precise, as if he�d been thinking about them for a long time. �Love the way you
handle yourself, always so collected. Love knowing I can count on you to be
calm and come up with suggestions when I�ve lost my temper. Love the way you
share your vulnerabilities with me and don�t flinch away. You�re braver than I
am.�

�� Draco
opened his mouth to deny that�Harry�s
courage was one of the things he most admired about him, and disputing with
one�s lover over objects of admiration was rather pleasant�but Harry had
apparently finished all he wanted to say and kissed Draco fiercely enough for a
long moment to let him taste teeth. Then Harry seemed to decide where he wanted
his hands to go, and unbuckled Draco�s belt and knelt to take Draco�s cock in
his mouth in one delicious slide.

�� It came
dimly to Draco that he was going to enjoy this more than he had any other
blowjob in his life, because it was the man he had loved and wanted for so long
who was doing this, and because he had the right
to enjoy it, after the way his care and patience and cleverness had
delivered Harry to him�

�� But mostly
because Harry was damn talented with his mouth.

�� He sucked
Draco�s cock with such determination that Draco nearly came immediately, and
then Harry somehow managed a long pull and swallow that made it seem as if he
had no need to breathe left. Draco groaned and let his head fall back against
the wall. His hips were making little involuntary jerks, something that had
never happened before and which he might have tried to stop if he could have,
because�

�� Because it
wasn�t dignified, and if he was going
to lose it so soon then he would at least like to warn Harry�

�� But then
Harry cupped his tongue and dragged it from the middle of Draco�s cock to the
head, and Draco gasped and forgot how to breathe in turn.

�� He gripped
Harry�s hair simply to anchor himself to the earth as Harry snarled in
satisfaction and dug his fingers into Draco�s hips, maybe to hold him still,
maybe to find a place for his hands. Another suck, and another lick, and Draco
bucked again and would probably have slid down the wall if not for Harry�s grasp.
He gasped and squeaked and kept trying to tell Harry how good he felt, as
warmth and wetness and enthusiasm surrounded
him, but he could never get the breath for words.

�� He kept
trying to look, too, but his eyes shut themselves with the force of his
pleasure. And really, feeling the motion of Harry�s head was enough for long
minutes. But finally he had to see.
Yes, with all luck he would get to see Harry doing this many more times, but
the first time was special.

�� He looked
down, and saw Harry�s head bobbing, his mouth working, his throat contracting
around Draco�s cock in easy swallows, his hair swishing messily back and forth
like the tail of a broom in flight�

�� And then he
peered up at Draco, and his eyes were drowning in black again and his mouth was
curved in a smug grin.

�� Draco came
hard, his body almost spasming up from the wall, his bottled-up voice finally
emerging in a broken groan. Harry made a gagging noise, but then managed to
swallow, and drew away from Draco licking his lips rather than wiping them with
a hand. He stared up at him for some time, eyes as devouring as his mouth had
been, his hands idly stroking behind Draco�s cock and up to his balls.

�� Draco
finally moved away, since he was oversensitive, and because he needed to return the favor. He had
accepted that Harry was his, rightfully and without any more need for
hesitation, and that made his hands shake with desperation as he took up his
wand and neatly slit Harry�s clothing away.

�� Those were
good robes,� Harry said, but his voice was threaded with desire, and he lay
back and splayed his legs, his eyes fixed on Draco�s face.

�� Draco
smiled back, and knelt down between Harry�s legs, his hands gently stroking
Harry�s knees while he looked admiringly at his chest. Then he leaned in and
gravely blew over one of Harry�s nipples, making Harry groan and arch
invitingly towards his mouth.

�� But though
Harry was his now, that didn�t mean the need for slowness had been done away
with altogether.

�� You�re not
perfect,� he told Harry, his fingers tracing circles around Harry�s nipples. He
blew on other patches of skin on Harry�s chest and nuzzled into his armpits and
down along his ribs to investigate his sensitivity there. Harry tried to
encourage him with breathy little gasps, but Draco refused to be hurried. �You
have scars, and you look as though you didn�t eat enough.� He paused and probed
thoughtfully at Harry�s belly, which had begun to protrude a little in a way
not consistent with his work as an Auror. �Except here.�

�� Are you
going to talk to me or��

�� Draco
fastened his mouth in earnest on a nipple this time, and Harry�s voice cut off
in favor of a gasped mouthful of air, which was exactly what Draco wanted and
expected. He went back to his monologue while Harry was still trying to recover
from the novelty of someone doing that to him (quite clearly, Weasley had been
a poor study in what Harry liked).

�� And you
don�t take care of your hair the way you should, and I�m sure some men would
have fantasies of someone with more hair on your chest, or less.� He worked his
thigh between Harry�s legs and rubbed it against his erection, all the time
looking Harry in the eye and talking as if he were utterly unconscious of what
his lower body was doing. �There would be some who would want you to change the
color of your eyes�though they�re simply misguided, lost souls who have never
realized what true beauty was in the first place.�

�� Harry
raised an eyebrow, and somehow managed to look cross and amused and lustful all
at once.

�� But none
of that matters,� said Draco, and bowed his head to lick Harry�s erection,
craning his neck past his own thigh, �because I find you beautiful, and my good opinion should be all anyone in
the world needs.�

�� He sucked
Harry into his mouth before Harry could retort, and Harry uttered a shivering,
rising gasp that sounded like he didn�t know how to contend with so much
pleasure.

�� Draco built
that pleasure in rising waves, retreating at times so that the head of Harry�s
cock was resting just within his mouth and he had to keep his lips carefully
folded over his teeth, and then moving forwards again so that Harry was fully
on his tongue, almost down his throat, and saliva was rolling from the corners
of his lower lip down his face. Harry opened his own mouth in unconscious
imitation. He couldn�t place his hands, or his legs, with spasmed and kicked
restlessly. His eyes fluttered open and closed as rapidly as if Draco were too
splendid to look on.

�� It was all
Draco had wanted. He gave a long, slow, luxurious suck, and then let Harry rest
on his tongue again, closed his mouth all the way around him, and swallowed.

�� Harry came
at once, necessitating more swallowing. Draco didn�t mind. He kept up his slow,
lazy, dreamy petting of Harry�s knees while he listened in satisfaction to the
hiccoughs and whispers of his name from above him. Harry had compensated for
not speaking his given name at all earlier with a lot of �DracoDracoDracoDraco�
now.

�� That�s the most musical sound in the world, Draco
realized, sitting up and licking carefully at the corners of his mouth. He
draped himself artistically over Harry�s body and smiled into his face. I always did wonder what was.

�� It took a gratifyingly long time
for Harry to recover, but at last he slung his arm over Draco�s shoulders and
brought their mouths violently together. Draco didn�t mind, given the
interesting mixture of tastes and what the movement demonstrated about Harry�s
need of him, though he decided he would have to teach Harry about the virtues of
slowness.

�� You have
your robes on,� Harry said slowly, as thickly as though he still had a cock in
his throat. �I�didn�t see that.�

�� They�re
only robes, and can be cleaned,� Draco said, and rested his head on Harry�s
shoulder.

�� I was
scared to come to you,� Harry whispered, his fingers tracing the line of
Draco�s neck. �I knew how I felt, but I hadn�t seen a corresponding sign from
you, and what if I was wrong?�

�� Draco
regarded him mildly. �Well, I know you want me, and we�ve quite nicely established
that that�s mutual, but I would be interested in hearing what you
feel other than that.�

�� Harry
flushed, which Draco thought was an odd time for it, but said staunchly, �I
want you. I need you. I love you. Is that clear enough?�

�� And I love
you,� said Draco, with his heart almost still in perfect bliss, rather than
beating fast, and reached up to kiss Harry�s face. �And need you. I think the
want was already clear, unless you have short term memory loss and forgot the
statement I made just a moment ago.�

�� Harry
laughed breathlessly. �You say it just like that,� he said, and then tangled
his tongue around Draco�s and seemed to forget the rest of the sentence. When
he pulled back, he mumbled, his eyes never leaving Draco�s lips, �As if you�d
felt it for a long time.�

�� I have,�
Draco said, and Harry blinked comically and stared at him.

�� You never
said anything!�

�� Draco
smiled at him, enjoying the long slow stretch of the moment, like molasses, and
the ever-more-rapid blinking of the eyes that he intended to look into for the
rest of his life.

�� Well,� he
said amiably, �I had to wait for you to catch up, didn�t I?�

�� End.

�� Sneakyfox:
Thanks for reviewing!

�� Thrnbrooke:
Thanks for reviewing!

�� butterpie:
Thank you! If Sanders had been thinking clearly, she never would have done
something so calculated to gain Draco what he wanted.

�� tiggator:
Thanks! This is probably my favorite title for any of my fics.

�� kegunPotter:
Draco has had a very long time to plan for what he would do if Harry ever
became available.

�� maegerakawaii:
Thank you! And no, in this story Draco doesn�t live in the Manor because it has
too many bad associations for him.

�� Tree: Thank
you! This story was conceived as a pretty tight one, so it shouldn�t have
extraneous things.

�� Alison
July: Thanks!

�� niagarafeline:
Thank you! Sorry it�s over, but all good things must come to an end, right?

�� VeracityRules:
Hope the wait wasn�t too long!

�� Delfina:
Hermione is frustrated because Draco is manipulating Harry�but she can�t
actually find evidence. Draco is basically taking advantage of things that
would happen naturally anyway.

�� nn: �Don�t worry; I often envision people or ideas
as animals, too.

�� Ecks: Thank
you!��

�� SP777: My
problem is that, given a chance, I would write stories filled with nothing but
action scenes and psychology. I want to be a little less self-indulgent than
that.

�� FallenAngel1129:
Thanks! And in this case, Elise took rejection really badly.��
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