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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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A/N: Thanks for the reviews, guys! :D
Waking at his accustomed early hour the next morning, Draco quickly took stock. The splitting headache he had had when he had first been cursed had diminished considerably over the past few days and the accompanying dizziness only occurred for the first half hour after he had taken a dose of the potion. That little problem was hopefully going to be solved that day, as he was only going to be taking the lowest dose of the potion possible, and even then only if he really needed it. Everything else seemed to be normal and he took a deep breath through his nose, testing to see if he needed the potion at that moment. When the only sensation that he felt was the chill morning air filling his sinuses, he smiled.
However, he did need to make absolutely certain that what he wanted to do that morning wasn’t going to cause issues. There was absolutely no point in indulging himself if the result was only going to be another stint in the hospital. Rolling over onto his stomach and pushing himself up onto his elbows, he couldn’t help holding his breath in anticipation for a few seconds. This was the angle the Healer had warned him about, with his head bowed over his forearms, and he was desperately hoping that it wouldn’t cause any extra pain. He smiled again when, after a few minutes of staying in the exact same position, nothing happened other than the slight movement in the bed next to him reminding him of what this meant. Not that he really needed reminding, as Harry lying in the bed next to him had been distracting him from sleep for the past three days.
He glanced over to his right when Harry moved again. The desire that ripped through him – causing a bone-deep, aching need – was completely unsurprising. This was the accumulation of seven days’ worth of unsatisfied lust; all Draco was really worried about right at that moment was that he wasn’t going to last very long.
Sliding over so he could run a hand down Harry’s chest, Draco smiled again at the feel of the strong muscles beneath his fingers. Harry was nowhere near overly muscled, but he was solid; solid enough to be able to get Draco's blood racing through his veins with little to no effort. His hand trailed off to grasp Harry’s hip before he could move too fast. There was no point in getting himself all worked up and then having to wait for Harry to wake up before he could continue. It seemed he didn’t have to worry, though, as a deep chuckle brought his attention back to the top of the bed.
“I should make you wait after that little stunt you pulled yesterday.”
Unable to prevent it, Draco grinned. It had taken Harry a few minutes to join him and Pansy after Draco had accosted him in the lobby the day before. Draco took great pride in the fact that he could have that kind of effect on Harry with just a simple kiss. Moving so he was hovering over Harry as he opened his eyes caused Draco’s heart rate to jump again. There was something about waking up next to someone who was actually happy to see him that caused a deep sense of satisfaction to settle in Draco's stomach. The fact that he could clearly read the desire in Harry’s eyes only added to that sensation.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Harry grinned back as he flipped them over, pinning Draco to the bed quite effectively. Automatically seeking the stimulation he was beginning to need, Draco tilted his hips upwards, enjoying the small intake of breath Harry gave in response.
“Try me.”
Harry’s voice was rough and it sent a shiver of desire straight through Draco. Before Harry could move again, Draco grabbed a handful of his hair and dragged him down into a heated kiss, sliding his tongue into Harry’s mouth when he gasped in surprise. His other hand snaked around Harry’s shoulders, pulling him down on top of him and earning himself a groan. Harry adjusted his position so he was straddling Draco properly, their hips aligned. Having Harry lying on top of him – panting with desire and his legs spread wide – wasn’t a new sensation, but after having to wait so long to feel it again, Draco figured it was probably as close to ‘new’ as they were going to get.
Draco groaned as his head began to swim with the sensations rushing through him and he knew that they wouldn’t be able to take their time this time. He also knew he was a good enough judge of Harry’s reactions by now to be able to read him properly even from this angle and the way he was moving on top of him combined with the small noises he was making told him that Harry was fairly far gone. If he was going get anything out of that morning besides a hurried hand job, then he was going to have to do it now. Draco broke the kiss as he flipped them back over.
“Draco…”
His name was more moan than word on Harry’s lips. Draco could only hum in response as Harry bent his legs towards his chest and began to rock his hips. Resting his forehead against Harry’s, Draco mumbled the preparation charms and thrust in. He knew he was moving too fast, knew that he risked hurting one or both of them, but was incapable of stopping himself. This is what he had been craving for the past week: to be settled inside the man he loved. This closeness was what he desperately needed.
“Harry, I – I…”
“Yes… Good, good… Move.”
It was all Draco needed to hear. Squeezing his eyes shut against the flood of desire and desperation and need, he began to move. Harry’s hands travelled up and down Draco's back before clinging to his shoulders for a few seconds and curling to dig sharp nails into his skin. The jab of pain shocked a noise out of Draco that, embarrassingly enough, sounded very much like a whimper to his ears. He opened his mouth to object to having his shoulders treated as a scratching post, but found all he was capable of producing were moans and half-words.
“Har… I… Mmm…”
His skin began to tingle, the tension building up in his shoulders threatening to spill over before he was ready. Following his instincts, he reached between them and grasped Harry’s cock, stroking him in time to his increasingly erratic thrusts.
"Dray,” Harry moaned into the scant inch of space between their lips. Draco was unsure if it was an accident or if Harry had taken to using Astoria’s nickname for him, but really couldn’t find the willpower to care at that moment. “I’m… Need…”
Fighting against the urge to just let go, Draco angled his hips, knowing exactly what Harry needed. It took a few tries and he was beginning to really struggle to not come before Harry. He was right on the brink – his shoulders tensed, his breath coming in short gasps, his balls aching with the need of release – when he finally managed to hit Harry’s prostate. The feeling of relief that washed through him when Harry yelled his release and coated Draco's hand and stomach with jet after jet of hot cum sent his head spinning. His own orgasm was hardly less intense, but he managed to not scream about it. He knew he was making a sound, trying to form words as he came, but he was absolutely certain that they made no real sense. He collapsed down on top of Harry the second his body stopped spasming. Despite the fact that he was both completely exhausted and satisfied, he didn’t actually fall asleep straight away.
“Harry…”
It took a few seconds of panting before Harry managed to make a response. “Fuck.”
Laughter bubbled up out of Draco before he could even think about stopping it. He buried his face onto the crook of Harry’s neck and breathed deeply, enjoying being able to breathe in Harry’s musky, post-sex scent again.
“Exactly,” he responded, earning himself another deep chuckle.
Draco remembered to cast a cleansing charm over them before rolling back over onto his side of the bed. He didn’t get to enjoy having the freedom of being able to breathe clearly for very long, though, as Harry rolled over and threw his arm over Draco's chest.
“I missed you.”
Staring down at the mop of messy hair now resting on his shoulder, Draco blinked in surprise. The memory of the flash of relief he had felt earlier surfaced and he grinned. Trust Harry to be able to put something like that into such a seemingly simple sentiment. Raising a hand, he brushed a clump of hair off Harry’s forehead so he could see his face properly. Harry took a deep breath, one that told Draco he was asleep again already. Shaking his head, he settled himself more comfortably against the pillows and closed his eyes.
“You too.”
*~*
Harry spent the entire day floating in a blissfully happy bubble. That morning had been the absolute perfect way to start the day and to break the week-long restriction on sex. It surprised him how quickly he had become accustomed to having sex at regular intervals, especially considering he had spent nineteen years basically going without most of the time. But then, he reconsidered, he had never been presented with this kind of temptation before either.
“Dad?”
“Hmm?” Harry glanced up to see Lily standing in the doorway to the living room of Grimmauld, watching him as he sat on the lounge staring into space. He gave himself a mental shake to clear his mind before refocussing on her. “What’s up, Lil?”
“Why are we back in Grimmauld and not with Draco?”
Harry blinked in surprise, trying to work out why she was asking. Something niggled in the back of his mind, causing him to wonder whether Lily was becoming too attached to Draco. Countering that, there was also a train of thought asking why her becoming attached to Draco was a bad thing. It wasn’t like Harry was considering breaking up with him – particularly after that morning – so Lily being able to get along with Draco was actually a good thing. Especially considering the way James had reacted to them being together.
But then, maybe they were moving too fast for her? This kind of relationship was certainly not what he wanted Lily to believe was normal. He and Draco were old enough to know exactly what and who they wanted, but if Lily started to think that moving this fast was what regular couples did… He shook his head. No, of course Lily didn’t think that this was how every relationship went. She had the influence of the Weasleys as well as seeing what his own relationship with Ginny had been like before everything blew up. Scowling, he realised that he didn’t want her to have that kind of relationship either. Mentally cursing himself for getting distracted, he decided that he could overanalyse his and Draco's relationship later on when he was alone. Patting the lounge beside him, he grinned when Lily moved to sit on the edge of the cushions.
“We live here, Lil. Malfoy Manor is Draco and Astoria’s house. He’s spending the night there tonight.”
“But…” She pressed her lips together in an obvious show of confusion. “You lived with Mum for a long time before you got married, right?”
Marriage again? “Yes,” Harry replied cautiously.
“So shouldn’t you and Draco be living together?”
Harry hung his head, unable to prevent the huge smile that broke on his face. What it was about him and Draco that caused their children to make these kinds of assumptions about them, he had no idea.
“Dad?”
Sighing as he looked back up at Lily, Harry smiled. “What makes you think we’re getting married, Lil?”
She frowned. “That’s what people who love each other do.” There was a slightly strange tone to her voice that gave Harry the hint that there was something else she wasn’t telling him, so he simply raised an eyebrow at her. “Fine,” she sighed, sounding like Harry had just forced her to confess national secrets. “Al and Scorpius told me before they went back to Hogwarts. But they said that I wasn’t allowed to say anything to you or Draco, so you can’t tell them that I told you!”
The look she gave him – wide eyed and slightly panicked – had Harry smiling again. “Don’t worry, I won’t say a word.” Not about you, at least. “Did they say why they thought that?”
“No, but they also said to not say anything to James, either. Not that I would because he’s a–”
“Lily.”
“What? He’s not here.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Harry sighed again. “It’s not nice to call your brother names when he isn’t here to defend himself.”
He watched as Lily flung herself back against the cushions of the lounge with a gusty sigh. James had inherited more than a little of the Weasley sense of humour, which often led to him clashing with both Lily and Albus. He knew that it was inevitable that Lily and James would argue a lot as they grew into teenagers, but it seemed that with what had happened over the past two months, Lily was determined to start early. While he appreciated the thought that she was standing up for him and Draco, he really didn’t need for her to do it with quite so much tenacity.
“So you’re not getting married then.”
Harry smiled. “No, sorry. We’re both still married to our wives and we have the court case to get through before we can think of anything like that.”
He would have gone on, but the flare of the floo stopped him. His hand automatically went to the holster on the side of his jeans, as he wasn’t expecting anyone, but he immediately relaxed when Draco stepped out of the flames, brushing basically invisible dust from his white shirt. Lily made it to her feet before Harry could and almost flung herself into Draco's waiting arms.
“Hullo Draco. Dad said you weren’t going to be here tonight.” Lily stepped back from Draco and Harry got a glimpse of a wide smile on her face.
“Good afternoon Lily,” Draco responded solemnly with a slight bow of his head that made Lily giggle. “I wasn’t actually supposed to be here, but I’ve received something your Dad might like to see.”
The slight hint of excitement to Draco's voice would have probably not been obvious to anyone who wasn’t used to listening to Draco's voice so closely, but Harry heard it clearly. He frowned slightly and tilted his head, silently asking what was going on. Draco's eyes flickered down to Lily before focussing back on Harry. Nodding in response, Harry stood to place a hand on Lily’s shoulder.
“How about you go find those books you wanted to ask about, Lil?”
“Alright.”
Lily grinned at the two of them before turning and speeding off up the stairs. Harry knew it would take her a while to find the books she wanted to ask Draco about, mostly because he had moved one of them down into the kitchen that morning so he could see exactly what she wanted to ask about. A small huff of breath beside him dragged his attention back to Draco, who was watching him with an amused smirk.
“She really likes you.”
The smirk turned to a grin as Draco raised an eyebrow, pinning Harry with a cocky look that used to piss him off when he was younger. “Of course she does; she gets it from you.”
“Please,” Harry scoffed. “You think liking you is genetic?”
“It’s an inherent part of your nature, so why shouldn’t she have inherited it?”
“Inherent–”
The rest of Harry’s outraged response was muffled by Draco dragging him into a kiss. The idea that he had been destined to fall for Draco was slightly insulting, almost as though he had never had a choice. Not that he was objecting to falling so hard for Draco, but he had had enough of prophecies to last him two lifetimes.
He only really got into the kiss when Draco wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him flush up against him. The second Draco's tongue slid into his mouth, Harry’s mind was wiped clear of anything to do with destinies. His own hand slid up to tangle through Draco's soft hair, tugging slightly to move him into a better angle. Draco broke the kiss long before Harry wanted to and he leant in, following Draco as he leant backwards.
“You were saying?”
“Bastard.” Stepping backwards again, Harry fell back onto the lounge. “What was so important that Lily had to be sent away?”
Draco eyed him for a few seconds, amusement glinting in his eyes. Harry stretched his legs out in front of him in response, relaxing into the soft cushions of the lounge. He rested his arms along the back of the lounge, opening himself up for Draco's perusal. His aim of encouraging the small flare of desire that he got a glimpse of through the amusement seemed to have more than been achieved and he was rewarded with a scowl from Draco.
“Stop that. You’ll need to concentrate on this.” Moving so he could lie down on the opposite end of the lounge with his feet resting in Harry’s lap, Draco waved a piece of parchment towards him. “I received a letter after you left this morning that may interest you.”
Harry removed Draco's shoes and socks before taking the piece of parchment from him. With one hand slowly rubbing small circles on the ball of Draco's foot, Harry spread the letter out in front of him.
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
I don’t know if this will ever reach you, but I had to try. I have been following your story through the newspapers over the past few months and I know that you have been getting a lot of hate through the mail. This isn’t one of those letters, however, and I hope you won’t just throw it out without giving me a chance.
I graduated from Hogwarts this past May and have spent the past five months traveling around Europe. I didn’t want to stay in the British wizarding community because I knew there were some things that I had to work out about myself and that those things were better done in communities where I knew no one. The reason I am writing to you is because the story about you and Mr. Potter came out just as I did. I spent so long watching others and trying to force myself to fit in with what my friends found attractive that I didn’t realise that it was forced.
The day the article about you came out in the Prophet was the day I arrived back in England. I sat in my flat just reading and re-reading your story. Knowing that there are others out there who have struggled with something like this was what gave me the courage to finally face what I had been denying. I told my parents and siblings that night that I am gay. Both of my parents seemed surprised, but my sisters didn’t.
It took my parents a little while to come to terms with the idea, but they came around eventually. I now have the full support of my family as I learn to live with my new identity and I have you and Mr. Potter to thank for giving me the courage to face myself. I haven’t yet found anyone who I have been interested in enough to have a proper relationship with, but I am hopeful for the first time in my life that I will eventually find someone to love and who loves me back.
I’m sorry for the rambling style of this letter, but I had to write and thank you. You and Mr. Potter are both stable, happy members of the wizarding community and I believe that having such prominent examples of how happy a gay man can be in today’s society helped a lot when it came to coming out to my parents. So I want to thank you. You have helped me in more ways than you can ever know and I know I can never thank you enough for that.
Joseph Jones.
Harry sat and stared down at the letter in his hand for a long time. It had never occurred to him that by coming out in such a public way, they could have had any kind of effect on anyone other than the two of them and their immediate friends and family. His world had been rather insular since the article had come out, mostly due to the fear he held that his children would suffer due to his own decisions.
“Harry?” Draco's toes wriggled in his lap and Harry smiled.
“We helped him.”
“We did.” The warmth in Draco's voice caused Harry to glance over to him. “I figured you would like to know that not everyone out there is against you. Or us.”
Brushing Draco's feet off his lap, Harry moved up the lounge so he was hovering above Draco, who grinned at him. “Thank you.”
The kiss that followed would have been much more intense had Harry not been painfully aware that Lily was most likely going to come pounding down the stairs at any second. He kept some of his attention listening to the sounds around them so he didn’t lose himself completely as Draco sucked on his tongue. Thumping footsteps pulled them apart a few seconds later.
“Stay here tonight.”
“That is exactly what I was planning on doing.”
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