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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
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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

It was early, much earlier than Harry had been up since he had been working nights at the Department. Not even Draco had been awake when Harry had slipped out of bed, but he found a thought circling around his mind that was preventing him from sleep. Standing at the huge windows of the drawing room of Grimmauld Place, Harry’s eyes weren’t focussed on the wind and rain outside, obscuring his view of the street. Holding his left hand in front of him, he was staring at the wedding band on his finger. He wasn’t certain how something could cause simultaneous feelings of loathing and safety, but that was what washed through him as the simple gold band glinted on his finger.
Draco had arrived back at Grimmauld the night before tasting of very expensive whiskey and brandishing the papers that stated that he was now officially divorced. It hadn’t even occurred to Harry that he was still wearing his wedding band until Draco had shown him the signed papers. It had been such an intricate part of his identity for nearly half his life and now it was… What? A symbol of everything that had gone wrong with his life in the past two months, that’s what. He and Ginny had picked out their wedding bands together, with Harry opting for the plain gold version of Ginny’s diamond ring. That memory had held happy connotations for him for years, but now it was tainted with questions. Had Ginny already been seeking someone else at that point? Had she already found someone and that day had been just a joke to her? This ring represented a part of his life that was over and he knew that he should remove it, even if it was just as a sign of good faith for Draco. However, he was still wearing it. Out of habit mostly, he figured. Frowning, he twisted the ring, contemplating just yanking it off and casting it into the fire.
There was no reason why he shouldn’t. It wasn’t like he was hoping to get back together with Ginny, after all. And who would know? Most people wouldn’t care and those who did notice that he was no longer wearing it would probably assume that it was sitting in a drawer somewhere. Or, no: maybe he could burn it properly. Safely, of course, and away from where Lily could see what he was doing. It could be therapeutic. As focused as he was on his hands, he didn’t realise Draco had entered the room until a pair of arms circled around his waist.
“What are you doing up so early?”
Draco's voice was low and rough with sleep, sending a shiver straight through Harry’s stomach. Abandoning the thoughts for the time being, he turned and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, drawing him into a soft kiss. Draco hummed in response and tightened his grip on Harry’s waist, pulling him flush against his chest. He was still warm from their bed, but Harry reached to grab his wand from the table beside them so he could cast a warming charm over the room anyway. Breathing Draco's scent deeply, Harry smiled as desire began to build in him slowly, warming his limbs. It seemed that Draco actually wanted a response, however, as he began to pull back from the kiss after a few seconds.
“I was contemplating arson,” Harry whispered as soon as there was a large enough gap between them so he could speak. “Do you think a charge like that might harm the case?”
Draco stared down at him for a few seconds before responding, his expression unreadable. “And leave Lily to be raised by her grandparents?”
“You are too practical for your own good sometimes.” Grinning, Harry unwound his arms and stepped back away from Draco, intending to make his way downstairs into the kitchen. “Breakfast?”
He made it halfway across the room before the door swung shut, seemingly by itself. The sound of the locks clicking and the feel of silencing charms washing over the room told him that this was no accident and he turned to face Draco. The trace of lust in Draco's eyes as he lowered his wand had Harry’s blood racing again, but he stayed where he was, allowing Draco to call the shots.
“You believe I am too practical?”
The haughty tone that entered Draco's voice had Harry smiling again. Dressed as he was in his flannelette pyjamas and fluffy dressing gown with his hair still mussed from sleep, Draco looked the exact opposite of the stuffy potioneer façade that he presented to the world.
“Yes,” Harry replied, enjoying the slow raise of an eyebrow Draco gave in response. “You’re always very cautious and safe. What was the last risk you took?”
Draco moved quickly, crossing the room in a few strides. He grabbed a handful of Harry’s hair and tilted his head back so their eyes met.
“I’ll take you any chance I get.”
Harry grinned. “Get on with it then.”
Draco's lips descended on his in a harsh kiss, causing Harry’s grin to widen. The idea that he was a risk that Draco had taken sent pleasure coursing through Harry’s body. Judging by the current levels of enthusiasm he was being kissed with, he figured that Draco must believe that the risk had paid off. Stepping closer, he groaned when one of Draco's hands landed on his hip, clenching sporadically. The groan turned disappointed when Draco pushed him back, breaking the kiss in the process.
“Move.”
It was obvious that the word was a command and Harry followed Draco's guiding hands. He found himself pushed back against the table he had nicked from one of the rarely-used rooms when he had first come to Grimmauld. With Draco pressed up against him, Harry’s mind began to race through all the things they could do while Lily was still asleep. It seemed that Draco's thoughts were running along the same line as his, if the appraising look he was receiving was anything to go off and Harry only just resisted the urge to groan again. Reaching to pull Draco down into a kiss again, Harry frowned when Draco pulled back from him.
“Stand as still as possible.”
Harry’s frown deepened. “What? Why?”
Leaning in again, Draco grinned. “No questions or I may have to gag you.”
With that, he bent to begin nibbling along the line of Harry’s jaw. Harry’s eyes slid closed as goosebumps rose along his neck, sending delightful shivers through him. It had been a while since Draco had tried to make him slow down during sex, but the intensity of having his skin slowly sucked on or lightly bitten in the build-up hadn’t lessened. Running his hands up Draco's back, Harry dug his nails into the warm dressing gown, but he found that that wasn’t enough: he needed to feel Draco. His hands moved restlessly, sliding over Draco's shoulders and down what he could reach of his chest, but he found himself stymied by cloth no matter where he reached.
“Draco–”
“Shh.”
“What? But–” Harry only just stopped himself from whining when Draco's lips left his skin, but it was a close thing.
“Harry.” The pupils of Draco's eyes were blown wide as he leant in to touch their foreheads together. “Do you trust me?”
Harry’s pulse kicked up a few notches at the look in Draco's eyes and he had to gulp a deep breath before he answered. “Yes.”
Draco grinned before grasping Harry’s wrists and pinning his hands behind his back. “Then just hold still and let me play.”
Holding still had never really been one of Harry’s strong points, but he clenched his hands onto the rim of the table behind him to prevent himself from wriggling too much. Draco smiled in response before going back to nibbling on the pulse point in the side of Harry’s throat. He made his way slowly downwards, but ran into the same problem Harry had: they were both wearing too much. With a frustrated grunt, Draco grabbed his wand from the table where he had tossed it and Vanished every stitch of clothing separating them.
Draco's version of ‘playing’ with him was something Harry only had to put up with on rare occasions, thankfully. The slow tease of Draco's lips making their way down his body was something Harry both craved and hated. He knew that Draco enjoyed making him squirm, that he liked to hear him slowly losing control and this was proven when Draco reached Harry’s nipples. At first, the only touches Draco allowed him were a few flicks of his tongue over one of the hard nubs. Despite the pleasure lancing through him, Harry only bit his bottom lip in response, knowing what was coming. Draco's eyes met his and he grinned just before he bit down. The sharp shock of pain that ripped through him caused Harry’s back to arch and a deep groan to escape him. His fingers clenched on the edge of the table behind him, but he suppressed the urge to grab hold of Draco's hair and hold him there. Unfortunately, without Harry’s hand tangled in his hair to hold him in place, Draco was free to move on whenever he wanted. Frustration ripped through Harry’s veins, but he knew better than to complain. He knew he would be satisfied, even if he had to put up with a little frustration first.
“Harry.”
Draco's voice vibrated through Harry’s chest as his lips traced the line of the scar that ran between two of Harry’s ribs. Harry waited for him to continue, but his name was the only thing Draco said. Giving in to the urge, Harry unclenched one of his hands from the table and moved to tangle it through Draco's soft hair, tugging gently. Draco resisted the pull, however, and continued to move painfully slowly down Harry’s body.
“Harry.”
Draco's voice was now barely above a whisper and it sent Harry’s insides shivering with desire. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the sensations Draco was sending through him. The expectation rushing through him was causing Harry’s muscles to tense and he was nearly trembling with it by the time Draco's hot breath ghosted over the head of his hard cock.
“Harry.”
“Please…” The deep chuckle that Draco gave felt almost as though it vibrated the air around Harry and he let out a shaky breath in response. “Please, Draco, I need…”
“Mmm, I know exactly what you need,” Draco whispered, his lips brushing gently against the hot skin of Harry’s cock.
Before Harry could even think of responding, Draco licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, stealing any sensible thoughts from Harry’s mind. Harry kept his eyes closed as Draco's lips moved over him, concentrating on the sensations rather than the visual. He had thought that the tension that had already built inside him had been as bad as it would get. He had thought that once Draco had had enough of teasing him, he would be allowed some form of release. It was now becoming obvious to him that he should have known better. Licking and gently sucking, Draco was giving him just enough stimulation to keep his mind from forming any kind of objection, but it was nowhere near enough to allow him any form of relief.
“I… I…” Harry had to stop when Draco dragged a noise out of him that sounded like a combination of a whine and moan. “Fuck… Draco…”
Draco hummed again, shutting Harry up quite effectively. “Ready?”
Still incapable of speech, Harry nodded, his eyes tightly squeezed shut. He shivered as Draco's hands trailed back up his body, but as it was the only touch he was being allowed – besides his hand clenched in Draco's hair – he didn’t dare object. He didn’t end up having to wait long for more, though, as Draco's hands hooked under his legs the second he was standing again. Harry allowed himself to be guided until he was lying back on the table, his knees bent up to his chest and Draco's weight pressing him into the cool wood. He heard Draco mutter the charms and felt the pressure of being entered, but still he kept his eyes closed. Draco let out a slightly shaky breath as soon as he was settled against Harry’s body.
“Harry.” Draco's voice was rough and Harry could easily hear the strain. “Open your eyes.”
The level of desire Harry was met with when he obeyed and met Draco's eyes stole what little breath he had managed to get back. Unable to resist, he dragged Draco down and into a deep kiss, putting everything he was feeling at that moment behind it. Draco met him with an intensity matching his own as he began to move. Knowing it would help speed things along, Harry reached down to grasp Draco’s arse, squeezing in time to his thrusts. He could feel his orgasm building rapidly and knew he wouldn’t last long, not with the amount of stimulation Draco had already given him. He squeezed his muscles, testing to see how far gone Draco was as well. The deep groan and stuttering of Draco’s hips told him that it wouldn’t take that much. Draco broke the kiss when Harry managed to work his fingers down to press against Draco's perineum.
“Harry…” Draco worked a hand in between them and began to stroke Harry, dragging a whine out of him. “Harry… Come for me.”
It took a few more strokes and a perfectly timed hit to his prostate before Harry was coating Draco's hand and both their stomachs with his release. Draco followed close behind him, his hips thrusting in small jerks as he emptied himself deep inside Harry.
It was the look of pure bliss on Draco's face that made Harry’s mind up completely. He waited until Draco had rolled off him and lay down on the rug in front of the table before tugging his wedding ring off and tossing it onto the table beside him. He didn’t need or want it any longer.
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There was a pile of fresh clothing and a cup of tea sitting on one of the chairs in the drawing room when Draco woke for the second time that day. His limbs were still heavy with the relaxation that followed an amazing orgasm, but he forced himself to get up and dressed. Finding himself grateful that Harry knew just how he took his tea, he was about to leave the room, but a glint of gold from out of the corner of his eye stopped him. Turning so he could get a better look, he realised that the clatter he had heard just before Harry had landed on him an hour or so before had been Harry’s wedding ring landing on the table.
His mind raced through the reasons Harry could have for removing the ring now, of all times, but he couldn’t come up with an explanation. He certainly hadn’t meant for him signing his divorce papers to be a statement of any kind; he had just wanted to know that he was free to be with Harry when the time came. Shaking his head, Draco glared at the ring, despising everything it stood for. He found himself tempted to simply cast a curse at it and ‘accidentally’ cause it to disappear from his life altogether, but he resisted. It was not his burden to take care of and if Harry wanted it to just sit there while he worked out what to do with it, then he would respect that wish. With another shake of his head, he made his way down through the house, listening to try to discover where Harry and Lily were. Although, apparently, he needn’t have worried about having to listen for them.
“Draco!” Lily rushed out of the set of stairs that led down into the kitchen and threw her arms around Draco's waist, almost spilling his tea all over herself. “Come on; Dad made bacon and eggs for breakfast.”
Smiling as he allowed himself to be dragged down the stairs into the kitchen, Draco shook his head. Lily was the only person he had ever met who could turn having breakfast into a big ordeal. He had time to raise an eyebrow at Harry when they entered the room before Lily spoke again.
“Here.” She pointed to a place set beside Harry at the long table and waited until Draco had taken his seat before continuing. “You know, orange juice is a lot healthier for you than tea.” Harry snorted with laughter next to him, then tried to turn it into a cough when Lily glared at him. “It’s true: Aunt Audrey says so.”
She turned from them then, leaving Draco free to poke Harry in the ribs. “Audrey?”
“Percy’s wife. She’s a bit of a health nut.” Harry’s voice was rough from the fake coughing fit and Draco smiled in response. “She was at the Burrow over the weekend while Lily was there. “
Draco would have questioned him further, but Lily chose that second to turn back and plant herself on the bench on the other side of the table. The large glass of orange juice she carried explained what she had been doing, but it also caused Draco to worry that she would want him to drink it instead of his tea. Harry let out another snort when Draco breathed a quiet sigh as Lily took a sip from the huge glass.
“So, what are we doing today?”
She glanced expectantly between the two of them, causing Draco's eyebrows to rise up into his hairline. It was Tuesday, which meant that Lily had school. There was no chance that Draco was going to disabuse her of the idea that Harry would suddenly forget that she had to go to school, however, so he quietly ignored the question and began to help himself to fried eggs, bacon and toast from the small piles in the middle of the table.
“Coward.” The word was whispered from next to him and Draco was certain that Lily hadn’t heard it. He grinned in response, but still made no move to correct Lily’s assumption. “I’m going to see your grandmother and I have no idea what Draco plans on doing today,” Harry continued in a much louder voice. “But you, young lady, are going to school.”
“Oh, but Dad…”
“No buts, Lily. You are going to school.”
“But I’m–”
“Nope, you’re not sick.”
“But–”
“That’s the only excuse I’ll accept for letting you off school today.”
“You suck.”
Lily stood up from the table and stomped out of the room, taking her juice with her. Draco risked glancing up as he heard the door at the top of the stairs slam.
“Go on, call me an arsehole.”
The defeated tone to Harry’s voice had Draco turning to face him properly. The guilty look he received in response had him smiling as he leant in to brush their lips together.
“You’re her Father, Harry; you have to be the voice of reason sometimes.”
He watched as Harry’s eyes slid closed and he took a deep breath. “Ginny was the one who always told the kids no when they wanted a day off school. She always said I was too soft on them.”
“You still are.” Draco shot Harry a smirk when he opened his eyes to glare at him. “Speaking of your insane ex, I have to make a decision on what I am going to charge her with so I can tell the lawyers tomorrow.”
He was still leaning towards the lesser charge of assault with a dangerous weapon, as he knew that that charge had the most chance of sticking. The night before, just before he fell asleep, he had toyed with the idea of asking for a life sentence, but Richardson’s warning that the court would most likely find in her favour was making that choice seem less and less appealing. All he really wanted at this point was for her to be imprisoned so he could move on with his life. The fact that that life now involved her husband in a very intimate way was a bonus that Draco had every intention of flaunting in front of her when he got the opportunity.
“Richardson recommended grievous bodily harm with a dangerous weapon, right? He said there wasn’t enough evidence for an attempted murder charge?” Harry sighed when Draco nodded silently. “As tempted as I am to tell you to go for the life sentence just in case they manage to pull it off, I think I just want it over and done with. A re-trial will take forever to set up, with everyone that they would have to organise.” Realisation dawned in Draco's mind at that: Harry had dealt with these courts many times over the course of his career, so he knew just what to expect from them. “If you combine grievous bodily harm with a dangerous weapon with the fraud and assault with intent to cause mental harm that they recommended that I charge her with, then the sentence is at least close to forty years, right? Then there’s whatever charge the Auror Corps is going to bring against her that will add years to the sentence as well. I know the Ministry lawyers well enough to know they will go for the largest sentence they can manage without causing a re-trial. When they are combined, the charges should add up to somewhere near sixty years.”
Sixty years… He would be ninety seven years old by the time Ginevra was released. He was facing sixty full years with Harry before he had to worry about her interfering again. Draco smiled as a sense of relief washed through him. Sixty years.
“I think I may have to stick with the lesser charge, in that case. The lawyers make it sound like a done deal and they haven’t steered me wrong in anything before.”
Harry nodded slowly before replying. “I’ll see Molly and Arthur today, so I’ll let them know.”
Draco frowned. “It’s as simple as that? You’re just going to accept that her sentence will be so long?”
Harry turned on the bench to face him properly, an incredibly serious look in his eyes. “Yes. I was feeling sorry for her for a while after we started this relationship, but the second she tried to harm someone other than me, she destroyed any sympathy I may have had for her. My wanting her to be in a prison with a mental health facility is as much compassion as I am capable of offering her after everything she’s pulled.”
Draco let out a breath, thankful that the kind of anger Harry was displaying – quiet, detached and absolutely terrifying – was no longer directed towards him. It was a sharp reminder that, no matter what his softer public image may indicate, Harry was one of, if not the, most powerful wizard Draco had ever met. Raising a hand to trace between Harry’s eyes where a frown line had formed broke the tension that had built and Harry offered up a small smile.
“You’re everything I want, Draco. Go with whatever you want to charge her with; I’ll stand with you no matter what.”
The sound of Lily thumping down the stairs towards them caused Harry to pull away and Draco blinked in surprise. Knowing he didn’t have long before they were interrupted, he pulled Harry back in close and kissed him with all the force of the confusing emotions running through him.
“I love you, too.”
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