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Marathon	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 52456 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter Thirty-Four—Patience and Grace
            Draco drew him into the bedroom walking backwards, their hands clasped in each other’s, his eyes on Harry’s. He was looking so intently as he walked that Harry wasn’t surprised when he stumbled against the bed and nearly tripped. He had to let go of Harry’s hands and grab the edge of the bed to recover his balance, and then he blinked and turned his head, surprised.
            Harry couldn’t conceal a smile, but he stepped forwards and kissed Draco quickly, curling his hands in Draco’s hair, and Draco relaxed and tipped his head back, his mouth wide open.
            Just like that, Harry was drowning. It was faster this time than their time in the Hogwarts corridor, just a flick of tongues together, and Harry lost track of time. He bent Draco down, and he kissed Draco, and that was all there was in the world.
            He came back to himself when Draco shifted, and Harry finally realized that he was probably uncomfortable, being bent over the bed like that with the edge hitting somewhere in the middle of his back. “Sorry,” Harry mumbled, dragging Draco up the bed by his arms and hair, and then he settled down and started kissing him again.
            He just couldn’t stop.
            There was a low chuckle from Draco, and he kissed back, rolling a little to the side so that Harry had to lie down on the bed, too, or risk losing the connection between their mouths. Draco propelled them around and around in what felt like a slow-motion roll, until Harry was the one on his back and Draco perched above him. Draco pulled back at last and gave Harry a slow, languid smile that made Harry actually reach down to make sure that Draco hadn’t come yet.
            No, he thought, as he felt Draco’s hardness poking his palm and Draco quickened, his chest rising and falling faster, his whole being tensing around the grip Harry had on him. Harry rolled his hand a little and whispered, “What do you want?”
            “Whatever you want,” Draco said, his eyes clearing as he stared down.
            “That isn’t very helpful,” Harry said, and turned his hips to the side so that Draco could feel his erection, too. “Because what I want is just more.”
            Draco thought a little while, his mouth curving up absently while his eyes started into the distance. Harry could have stroked him and brought him back, but he liked the way that Draco seemed to relax despite all the tension in the room. His fingers did ache with the impulse to handle him, though. If Draco took too long, then Harry would just decide that what he wanted was to bring Draco off like this.
            “Let’s try something I enjoy,” Draco said at last. “But it’s very simple.” He began to take off his clothes. Harry, sighing, had to let him go and reach for his own. It hadn’t been necessary in the Hogwarts corridor, he thought. They could just hurry up here, and it would be good, too.
            Even though he knew that it probably wouldn’t be as good as Draco could make it, if Harry gave him some time.
            Draco dragged his shirt off, and Harry licked his lips. There were old scars on Draco’s chest, and some fading muscle, and some places where it looked as though he had used Cleaning Charms that cut too close. But Harry reached out and traced one of those red places, and Draco shut his eyes and leaned into his hand almost the way he had when Harry touched his cock.
            “You can admire me later,” Draco said, a little breathlessly. “In the meantime, you should be getting naked for me, too.”
            Harry barely remembered to take his glasses off before he removed his shirt. The world was softly hazy when he opened his eyes again and saw Draco staring in his turn. He opened his mouth as if he would say something, then shut it and shook his head.
            Harry grinned at him and took off his trousers, followed by his pants. Draco seemed to have a hard time dragging his gaze away from him and using his hands, but Harry took that for the compliment it was.
            When they were naked, kneeling in front of each other, Harry huffed and looked down at Draco’s cock.
            It was long and slender and pale, and Harry shivered anyway. He’d had it in his hand before, but he reached out to touch it again.
            “Do that, and I’ll come,” Draco said softly, catching his wrist. The words and Draco’s touch made Harry feel like he might come, but he did his best to shift a little and kneel with his legs spread wide, so that Draco could look all he wanted.
            “Back.”
            Harry didn’t understand what Draco wanted until he nudged Harry’s knees with his own and guided him towards the pillows. Then Harry went, and let his head fall back, his whole body go liquid, trusting Draco. The only part of him that he couldn’t make go liquid was still burning—and the next instant, in Draco’s hand.
            Harry let out a startled grunt and thrust, hard. Draco held him, and whispered to him, and then he nudged Harry’s legs so gently outwards that Harry could only tell they were moving by the way they traveled over the sheets.
            Draco hesitated once, examining Harry’s face, as if he thought he was going too far, too fast. Harry tossed his head and gave a little agonized moan. Whatever Draco was waiting for, he should go ahead and get over it. This wasn’t too fast, and Harry was willing to tell him that with words and body and hands.
            But just as he reached up to yank on Draco and pull him down whether he was ready for Harry or not, Draco did it for him, sliding down Harry’s body and aligning their groins with a luxurious sigh.
            Harry gasped and tried to keep himself from coming. He thought it worked. At least, he could still feel his own hardness against Draco’s, and it didn’t seem to have dissolved immediately into wetness, so that was a good thing.
            But in the meantime…
            The meantime.
            It was pressure in all the places that he had never known he could have pressure and that he’d been missing, it seemed. He shifted gingerly against Draco, testing, and Draco hissed back as if he was the one who spoke Parseltongue and heaved himself up on his knees, moving so that they were even closer together, gliding against each other. His eyes were wide, wild.
            Harry reached up and yanked Draco’s head down. Draco yelped, because it shifted him again and that meant he and Harry weren’t clasped together anymore, but they kissed, and Draco quieted. Harry supposed that made up for things.
            They slipped and slid and rocked together, and sometimes Draco was almost kneeling on his legs and sometimes he was kneeling on the bed and Harry rolled half on his side, trying to find the perfect position—
            Then he found it, with Draco lying on his side next to Harry and their groins really aligned in the right direction, the pleasurable one. This is perfect, Harry thought, and his eyes dimmed with the force of his rubbing.
            Draco flung a leg up over Harry’s, stretching his own groin, changing things, but not making them less perfect, as Harry found when he looked again. Draco was gasping with open eyes, as if the pleasure had rendered them unable to close. He was murmuring, but Harry couldn’t hear any words.
            There didn’t need to be words, he thought, and dragged Draco’s head into an awkward angle so he could kiss his mouth again. Sometimes his lips landed on Draco’s chin or nose instead; their straining bodies couldn’t stay still, and their skin was soon slick with heat. But it was where he wanted to be.
            Draco flung his legs wider still, not that Harry knew how he could, and strained against Harry, open, eager, his tongue sticking out so that Harry had to lick it. For a second, Harry thought he could feel the warmth in Draco surging up, rising, the way that his cock rose and bobbed alongside Harry’s. Harry reached down to hold them, and heard a soft squeak that could have come from Draco’s mouth or their bodies together—
            And they came. Draco started it, in a liquid splash and fluid moan that made Harry tense up, even though they were still rocking and the sheets were soft and watching Draco’s face from this angle was one of the best things he had ever done.
            Then he understood the meaning of that tension, and thrust and thrust and thrust against Draco, and the tension melted out of him at last, shot out of him, and Harry held Draco as tightly as he could when his arms were trembling and seemed bereft of most of their strength.
            “Wow,” Draco whispered against his neck.
            Harry managed not to laugh—he didn’t think that would be a good move right now—but he nodded in exhaustion and shut his eyes. “You said it,” he mumbled. He felt so good, too good to move. He could fall asleep like this, and he would be content, he thought. He had felt this way before, but not for a long time.
            I never thought I could feel this way with anyone who wasn’t Ginny.
            Maybe that thought should have made him tense up, but he couldn’t, which was a good thing, since Draco kissed his cheek and gave up consciousness with a little sigh. Harry vaguely decided on a Cleaning Charm, but his hand didn’t reach his wand.
*
            “Good morning.”
            Harry turned his head, surprised that his mouth wasn’t fuzzy and dry and his tongue didn’t feel two sizes too big for his lips. That was what he felt like a lot when he woke up in the morning after a harsh battle.
            Then he shifted his balance, and hissed. He did have aching bruises, but that was probably from the fighting he’d done yesterday, not the sex.
            And there was no dried liquid on him, he thought. That was a good thing.
            Draco stood in front of the bed with two cups of tea and two raised eyebrows, as though he thought Harry’s slow awakening one of the stranger things he’d ever seen. “Good morning,” he repeated. “I know that it’s strange to wake up with someone who actually cares for you, but you could reply.”
            “Good morning Draco, how are you, thank you for the tea and cleaning up,” Harry recited, and snatched the cups from Draco.
            Draco turned slightly to the side, retaining hold of the nearer one but letting Harry have the other cup fast enough that he nearly spilled the tea on the sheets. Then he sank down after it and smiled at Harry. “Fine. And you’re welcome.” He seemed content to go on drinking tea and watching Harry after that.
            Harry raised his eyebrows back, not that impressed and not sure what Draco wanted from him. “What?” he finally asked, since there was no further attempt at conversation or getting anybody breakfast.
            “I wondered if you would flinch away from me,” Draco murmured. “It’s always hard, the morning after.”
            Harry shook his head a little, but not in denial. “I wouldn’t really know. This is only the second morning after I’ve ever had.”
            Draco’s jaw dropped. “Seriously,” he said, so startled that Harry scowled at him.
            “Did you really think I’d been unfaithful to Ginny when we were married? Yeah, she did, but I thought you knew better than that.”
            Draco kept shifting his cup back and forth between his hands. “No. I mean—I thought there’d been people before her, or since. You’ve been separated for several months, haven’t you? And you didn’t get married for years after Hogwarts.”
            Harry made a vague gesture. Then he decided he was being embarrassing as well as embarrassed, and he lowered his hands back to his cup and gave a sigh. “That just never tempted me. I suppose I could have got together with someone else, but there was never anyone for me but Ginny. And I suppose I could have got together with someone after the divorce, but I didn’t want to prejudice anything. I didn’t want to make Ginny or my kids hate me,” he added, because Draco was staring at him.
            “You care for nothing but what they think of you.”
            “No,” Harry said, and reached out to pull on Draco’s hair. Draco ducked out of the way, narrowing his eyes at Harry. “I also care for what you think of me, and Ron, and Hermione, and Molly, and Neville, and George, and—”
            “Fine, I understand,” Draco muttered. He tried to hide his smile with his teacup, but Harry could hear it in his voice, and grinned back. “I’m glad that your whole world isn’t limited to them.” He stared at Harry again and shook his head. “I just think it’s strange. I feel like I just slept with a virgin.”
            “How many lovers have you had, then?”
            “Ten.”
            Harry choked on his tea.
            Draco rolled his eyes. “Why is that so surprising? I was busier than you before I married Astoria, and I’ve been divorced longer.”
            “I suppose it’s what you told me about falling in love,” Harry said slowly. “I thought you would want to be in love with someone you had sex with, and so it mattered that you were with Astoria. Or me.”
            “Being in love makes sex better, yes,” Draco said, with a glowing little look that Harry had to return. “But it’s not necessary.” He hesitated, then added, “But being unfaithful was never my particular spice, which is one reason among many that I wanted to be with Astoria. You needn’t fear I would want to leave you for someone else’s bed as long as we’re still together.”
            “That never occurred to me,” Harry said, and squeezed Draco’s hand a little. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”
            Draco smiled and kissed him, and Harry had to rescue the tea before it spilled on the sheets and ruined Draco’s Cleaning Charm.
*
            “Master Harry is to be letting Kreacher hurt him.”
            Harry sighed and looked up from the letter he was writing. He was trying to explain Draco to himself before he wrote to Ron and Hermione about it. They deserved to know how important Draco was to him, but Harry wanted the exact right words, so they wouldn’t misunderstand. It was a little much to take in. “Did Draco do something?”
            “Master Malfoy is being a good master,” Kreacher said, and cast Harry an offended glance that let Harry know Kreacher hadn’t forgotten about some of Harry’s particular sins in that regard.
            “Then who are you talking about?” Harry asked.
            “The Auror in the fire,” Kreacher said, and began hopping from foot to foot, scowling, and smacking his fist into the other palm.
            Harry sighed again and stood up. He couldn’t imagine that the Spiders had already taken hostages or done something else nasty and evil, which meant that Robards probably wanted him to come in and talk to the captured ones. Harry was going to refuse. The Ministry had plenty of people more skilled than he was in interrogation, and it was time that Robards stopped using Harry for everything.
            How easy it is to think that now, when I didn’t for a long time, he thought as he walked into the drawing room, and then shook his head. I have Draco to show me how to think. Maybe it’s silly, but it’s hard to stand up on my own. I’ve always needed people to help me, and that’s what Draco’s doing.
            With such pleasant thoughts in his head, it made it easier for Harry to nod and smile at Robards and say, “What?”
            Robards paused, as if he expected an invitation to come through the Floo and have lunch, and then scowled and said, “I’m here to make sure that you understand the limitations of what you can talk about, Potter.”
            “What?” Harry blinked.
            “You know that you’re no longer an Auror, and not supposed to communicate with Aurors,” Robards said, his voice a hiss. “You know that you aren’t privileged to hear sensitive information about cases anymore. You shouldn’t be in the Ministry and talking to anyone about events in the Department of Mysteries, or the Spiders, unless you’re there as a witness for something they did to you.”
            Harry nodded, still trying to understand this. Yesterday, Robards had wanted to pretend that Harry was an Auror. Now he didn’t? Or did he really think that Harry would go and blab something to the press, even with as much trouble as Harry had always had from them?
            Then Harry understood, and laughed.
            Robards scowled harder at him. Harry had found those scowls intimidating when he wanted to keep his job, but now he only smiled back and shook his head. “Don’t worry. I don’t really care about how much it embarrasses your precious Ministry, to have to call in a person who resigned, but I don’t have any reason to talk about it, either. Don’t threaten me, and I won’t threaten you. I understand the limits of my position now. And I never want to be an Auror again.”
            Robards flinched in a way that said Harry’s words had gone home, and disappeared from the fire. Harry watched him go thoughtfully, and returned to his letter.
            Sometimes I need help. Maybe I’ll always need help to make the initial decisions.
            But, by Merlin, there are things I can do for myself.
*
delia cerrano: Yes, but not all the time! I think his final scene with Robards proves that.
SP777: I think Draco is manipulating Harry to an extent, but if that manipulation keeps Harry safe, he’s perfectly willing to do it.
I’m working on Chapter Fifteen of Nothing Like the Sun. It’s just taking me a while.
orcadarwin: Thanks! As for Ginny’s specifications about Lily, she does travel for her job, and some of it is that. The rest of it is that she’s trying to find her place in this new relationship with Harry and her children, and she doesn’t know where it is yet.
CareLessLover: Thanks for reading!
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