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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any characters related to that series; they are JK Rowling's. I make no money from this.

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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- 4
A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews! I'll try to update this every week, but I'm working around life and writing another fic at the same time, so it might be a little longer than a week between chapters. I promise not to abandon it, though! As always, if you want to ask something without waiting, my Deviantart, livejournal and Ao3 are the best places to catch me :)

“A second boy in Gryffindor, Harry? Congratulations!”
Harry’s cheeks had not stopped aching for the past week, as the wide smile he had worn had not left him since he had gotten word that Al had been Sorted into Gryffindor. Turning the smile on the man before him, Harry grasped the offered hand and shook it enthusiastically. He had come to terms with the fact that his life would always be fascinating to those who did not know him and he had managed to keep the press as far away from his children as he could as a result, but he knew that there were simply some things he would have to accept. Apparently which House each of his kids got into was worthy of at least half a front page of the Prophet.
“Thanks so much,” he responded, still grinning like an idiot. “He was worried he wouldn’t get in; I’m so proud of him.”
“Ah, with parents like his, there was no real doubt, huh?” The force of the slap on his shoulder caused Harry to wince a little and wonder why it was that men had to show their enthusiasm with physical violence. “Don’t suppose you’re heading into the cafeteria?”
“Er, no actually. I’ve just come out.”
Harry offered up his ‘polite public smile’ and disengaged his hand, trying to subtly rub his knuckles. He allowed the man to wander into the cafeteria by himself, as his mention of he and Ginny as a couple had brought the other reason Harry was so determinedly focussed on his sons at the moment to the front of his mind, causing his chest to ache with a combination of pain and anger. He had been monitoring Ginny’s reactions to him over the past week and, while she was not hostile to him at all, he had noticed that there was a definite distance between them: she obviously did not like him touching her and seemed to be going to great lengths to avoid it; the promised sex had never happened, with Ginny claiming a headache and apologising profusely; even simple things like spending the day alone together turned awkward fairly quickly. Her reactions to him and the feelings associated with his encounter with Malfoy had had Harry questioning the state of his marriage and his own sexuality more and more over the past week. He had discovered that it was damn near impossible for him to control his body’s reactions to the memories, which had nearly led to some incredibly embarrassing situations; he had found himself extremely grateful that his desk didn’t have an open front. A derisive snort dragged Harry out of his thoughts and he turned to find one of the causes of his problems smirking at him from the top of the small set of stairs in front of him.
“I highly doubt you’ll ever be able to come to terms with yourself enough to ‘come out’, Potter.” Malfoy was leaning up against the wall at the top of the stairs, arms and legs crossed casually in a pose that Harry thought he must have known showed off the cut of his expensive-looking robes perfectly as they flowed around his trim form. “Although, I’m sure I could probably be persuaded to help you along with that, if asked nicely enough.”
The man Harry had been speaking to was swiftly forgotten as a white-hot anger flashed through his chest. Clenching his fists by his sides as he mounted the first of the steps that would lead him to Malfoy, Harry focussed on keeping his breathing even. He was not a hormonal teenager anymore and he could control his temper in the face of simple verbal taunts, even if they were coming from the one man Harry had felt the urge to beat senseless in years. His trouble was that Malfoy was also apparently the only person who had the ability to light a fire in his stomach; a fire that was beginning to flare even now.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Malfoy?” Harry was impressed that he had managed to keep his voice relatively even, despite the mix of emotions flooding through him. “It’s not enough for you to have completely humiliated me, but you have to show up to make my work life miserable as well?”
“I don’t recall you sounding miserable when you were begging me to fuck you.” Malfoy’s voice was low as Harry made the top of the stairs, sending a shiver up his spine that Harry tried to ignore. “What’s wrong, did you miss your post-coital snuggles? I’m afraid that was never really my style. Have you tried asking the Weaselette?”
Harry was unaware of making the decision to strike Malfoy, but enjoyed the pain that flashed in his knuckles when they connected with the bastard’s mouth. Following as Malfoy staggered backwards, Harry grabbed two handfuls of his robes, slamming him up against the wall.
“I’m. Not. Gay,” he snarled, although who he was trying to convince was apparently up for debate, as lust shot through him once again. “What you did to me –”
“I did nothing you didn’t want and you know it,” Malfoy interrupted, his tongue flicking out to smear the spot of blood Harry had created over his lips. “We both know that if you could charge me with anything, I’d be in locked up in Azkaban right now for violating the Chosen One, so stop with the holier-than-thou attitude, will you?”
Harry found that he had to admire the cocky twist to Malfoy’s lips as he snarled the words, despite his position. Most men would be shitting themselves if they had been pinned up against a wall with an angry Auror threatening them – especially if said Auror was Harry – but not Malfoy. Brimming with overconfidence, Malfoy merely sneered at Harry as he tightened his grip on the robes in his hands, feeling stitches ripping apart with the pressure. Following his instincts, Harry closed the gap between the two of them, breathing deeply as the scent of Malfoy’s cologne surrounded him; musky with a hint of spice that had Harry pressing closer for a completely different reason.
“Mmm, are you absolutely certain in that self-assessment? Because this tends to indicate otherwise.
Harry sucked in a sharp breath as one of Malfoy’s hands slid down the small gap between them and brushed against his hardening cock. The sound seemed to embolden Malfoy, as the next thing Harry knew, he was being groped in public for the first time in many, many years. His head swam with lust, causing his eyes to flutter closed as Malfoy’s massaging hand rapidly brought him to his full length. Distracted as he was, Harry only just barely had time to open his eyes as the sound of shoes clicking down the hall reached his ears. Malfoy moved much faster than Harry, shoving him sideways then forward through a door just to Harry’s right.
“What the – Where are we?” Harry demanded as he stumbled to a stop, silently cursing himself for allowing things to get so out of hand.
“I’d have thought you of all people, Potter, would recognise a closet when you were in one.”
Harry straightened, only to find himself pinned up against the wall with Malfoy pressing into him, a hungry look in his eyes Harry had not seen directed at him in too long. “I’m not – not...”
“Can’t even deny it properly, can you Potter?”
Harry grunted as he was spun around to face the wall, Malfoy’s body pressing into him from behind. Unable to help himself, he ground his hips backwards, revelling in the sharp intake of breath it resulted in. He did not get to enjoy the sensation for long, as Malfoy jerked his hips forward, pressing Harry back up against the wall again.
“Needy. Little. Cockslut.” Lost in his own need, Harry could only groan in response. “This is something you’ve been wanting for years, isn’t it? You crave the ache in your arse; that sharp jab of pain that reminds you of exactly what it is you’ve done whenever you sit down. Tell me, Potter, is it me you’ve been thinking of in the shower every morning? Do you wake up in the middle of the night, hard and aching for me?” Malfoy’s long, elegant fingers had been hard at work, ridding them both of their trousers and moving Harry’s robes out of the way, bunching them under his arms.
“Gods, just shut up and fuck me already,” Harry gasped out, hating how breathy his voice had become.
“Answer me.”
The command in Malfoy’s voice sent shivers straight through Harry, deteriorating his tightly held control just that little bit more. “Yes, alright? I want this,” he admitted as Malfoy’s thick cock rubbed teasingly against his entrance. “I want... I want you to fuck me.”
The truth having finally been spoken, Harry leant his burning forehead against the cool rendered wall in front of him, humiliation seeping through every pore. It was something Harry had questioned himself over the past week: whether it was specifically Malfoy he wanted, or just men in general. He had never felt the urge to molest any of the other Aurors when he had seen them naked in the locker room over the years, but that could have just been because none of them were his type. Malfoy was so different to any of them, with his pale skin and lean build, but it wasn’t his looks that Harry found himself fantasising about at night. The elegant poise Malfoy always displayed combined with the fact that he took none of Harry’s shit was what really got him going. Ginny had always just gone along with whatever Harry had wanted, but Malfoy challenged him at every turn; he always had.
“There, was that too hard to admit?”
Harry bit his tongue to prevent himself from Silencing Malfoy, as the sneering voice dragged him further out of his warm pool of lust. “Get on with it, then.”
He knew he should not have been surprised at the swiftness of Malfoy’s movements – especially considering how quickly he had been entered the first time – but Harry couldn’t prevent the shocked sound that ripped from his throat as the head of Malfoy’s cock breached him. Despite the preparation charms Malfoy had cast, Harry was not ready for the sharp jab of pain that accompanied Malfoy’s entrance again and he jerked forward in an unconscious effort to get away from him. This resulted in Malfoy’s hands grasping hold of his hips and jerking Harry backwards, burying himself deeper in the process. A shaky breath huffed against Harry’s ear when Malfoy finally settled himself completely inside him with a last thrust.
“Stop wriggling, Potter.”
It sounded to Harry as though Malfoy’s teeth were clenched and it was that he focussed on to distract himself. “A little overexcited are we, Malfoy? Wanted this a little too much after the last time, huh? Seems I’m not the only one desperate for it, then.”
“Spread your legs,” Malfoy responded with a growl to his voice that had Harry shivering. Instead of waiting for Harry to comply, Malfoy nudged his legs apart with his own knees, spreading Harry a little wider. “Mmm, better... Gods, you’re so tight.”
Harry had to wonder if Malfoy even knew he was speaking aloud as he let out another unsteady breath in Harry’s ear. When his experimental squeeze of his muscles received a deep moan and a small thrust of Malfoy’s hips, he had to come to the conclusion that Malfoy had no idea what he was either saying or doing. He squeezed his muscles again, finding he enjoyed Malfoy’s seemingly instinctual reactions. Of course, the fact that he was now silent could only be a bonus, Harry figured as he arched his back.
“Move,” he groaned as he felt Malfoy sliding inside him.
Apparently Malfoy’s hearing had not been affected by whatever had stolen his voice, because Harry’s demand was met by a sharp thrust of his hips. He hissed at the sensation, fighting his natural reaction to push Malfoy away. Harry had no idea what to do with his hands as Malfoy began to move properly, firstly clenching his fists against the wall, then using his forearms to balance so he wouldn’t bash his head against the wall. The decision was taken from him as Malfoy finally hit his prostate: one flew down to clench on his throbbing cock, the other moving behind him to grab hold of Malfoy’s arse, holding him in place. The deep chuckle in his ear had the hairs on the back of Harry’s neck standing up.
“Right there, Potter?” Malfoy’s voice was ragged as he panted in Harry’s ear, causing lust to swim dizzyingly through Harry’s mind. “This is what you’ve really been craving, isn’t it?”
Harry nodded, his breath coming in gasps too sharp for him to respond verbally. Malfoy thrust in again – slower this time – hitting Harry’s prostate again. Arching his back in silent response, Harry encouraged Malfoy the only way he knew how: he wriggled his arse, pressing as close as he could get. This earned him another low chuckle as Malfoy began to move properly. His hand sped up on his cock as Malfoy found his rhythm, hitting that sweet spot every second thrust or so. Harry knew he would have bruises to Heal on his hips from Malfoy’s nails as they clenched harder and harder on his hips the closer he got to orgasm. It seemed to take an even shorter amount of time for Harry’s pleasure to peak this time – or he was enjoying it more and didn’t want it to end – but he was spurting hot jets of cum up over his hand and the wall in front of him long before he wanted to. Surprise rocked through Harry’s chest as he heard a grunt from behind him and Malfoy stilled a few seconds later, his hips thrusting forward in short, sharp jerks as he emptied himself into Harry.
“Gods, that was...” Harry groaned, then paused, not knowing how to phrase it.
Unable to hold both himself and Malfoy up, he sagged against the wall, slowly sliding down to the floor as he felt Malfoy slipping out of him. He glanced over to see that Malfoy’s eyes had closed as he leant back against the opposite wall, breathing heavily. Harry took the opportunity to properly examine Malfoy while he could, wondering just what it was that made him seek out Harry of all people. Despite Harry not thinking Malfoy was particularly good-looking, he had heard the way the women around the office had spoken about him over the years, so he figured that the world at large must consider him attractive. Which only made the question of ‘why me’ all the stranger in Harry’s mind. There was always the chance that this would turn out to be some kind of payback; an elaborate scheme to embarrass him for the way he had treated him in school.
Fighting against his natural inclination to simply fall asleep, Harry forced himself to his feet, making sure to cast a thorough cleaning charm over the both of them as he straightened his clothes. Meeting Malfoy’s still-glazed eyes as he stood over him, Harry merely nodded before opening the door and making good his escape.
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