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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: Ugh, I am so sorry this has taken so long! Please feel free to track me down on here or anywhere else and give me a kick up the arse to get the next chapter written if I take too long again!

It was a stupid idea, a really fucking stupid idea from the start and you knew it!
Draco scowled down into the cauldron before him, nearly twenty years of professional brewing experience the only thing that was preventing him from messing the potion up. He knew he had given way too much away the previous day when he had tracked Potter down and that Potter had noticed. The crush that Draco had had on Potter in school had been just that: a school-boy crush on what amounted to a celebrity. Those kinds of feelings never lasted and they never developed into something else. At least, that was what he had been telling himself very firmly since he had dragged himself up off the floor of that damn closet; the closet that he had cornered Potter in a mere week since their first encounter. He had never gone back for seconds so soon after a first time with someone, preferring to keep himself distant from his partners. Every single other time he had become involved with another man over the course of his 13 year marriage it had been planned; almost a formal arrangement. They satisfied each other’s needs, then went on their merry ways. Draco had resigned himself to never having a loving relationship with a man – not that he had ever thought he would find someone who could accept him after everything that had happened during the War – but now... Now his stomach fluttered every time he thought of Potter and it was simply unacceptable!
Malfoy men are supposed to be cold and aloof; we don’t have feelings for one night stands! That’s all he is; a one-night stand. He means nothing to you other than what he can do for you. You do not have feelings for him.
He put the potion under stasis and thunked his head down on the table as images of how happy and un-aloof he had been for the rest of the day after his encounter with Potter flashed through his mind. This was not something he needed to be dealing with – again – at this time of year. The early orders for Christmas had started coming in at the start of the month, which is what he was supposed to be focussing on, not bloody Harry Potter’s fine arse! He was definitely not going to be distracted by the fact that it was firm and muscled and hot and so tight around him...
“Damn it!”
Standing quickly, Draco swept his arm across the table in front of him, pushing the potion ingredients onto the floor in a display of temper he rarely allowed himself these days. His stomach had swooped with lust at the memory, leaving his hands trembling slightly. This was not good. He had never felt anything for any of his other conquests over the years, why would Potter be any different? Ignoring the small voice telling him that he had been fantasising about Potter for most of his life, he waved his wand over the mess on the floor, cleaning the ingredients and broken phials with a thought. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, he came to a swift decision.
“You’re going to stay away from him. Make a clean break and everything will go back to normal. You don’t want him, you don’t need him, and you definitely don’t have feelings for him. Avoid him, go back to your own life and everything will be fine.”
Whether ‘normal’ was what he wanted anymore was not a question Draco was prepared to answer as he bowed his head, his hands resting on the tabletop. He would avoid Potter and everything to do with him in order to restore some semblance of order to his life again. Forever if necessary.
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Harry sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to ward off the threatening headache. He knew that Kingsley didn’t make things difficult for him on purpose, but it often felt that way, especially when the Minister dumped another seemingly pointless task in Harry’s lap. Frustration tensed his shoulders as he made his way slowly back from Kingsley’s office, having just received a right bollocking over a case that was supposed to have been closed the week before. Unfortunately, there was no way for him to relieve that frustration, no matter what his libido was telling him. A quick wank in the toilets wasn’t going to do much for him, not when his mind kept forcing the image of Malfoy lying on the floor of that bloody closet – panting, sated and the most open Harry had ever seen him – in front of his eyes every time he closed them. Not that he wanted to be fantasising about Malfoy in that kind of position at all, but there was little he could do about it. Especially considering Ginny had not been giving him anything else to fantasise about recently.
Swallowing a bitter chuckle as he slammed his fist against the button that would call the elevator, Harry wondered if it would be a misuse of his authority to set one of his juniors to tail his wife. The situation had degenerated far enough that the relationship between them was hardly recognisable as the happy, supposedly loving one they had started with 19 years previously. He knew how incredibly hypocritical it was of him to suspect that Ginny had been cheating on him, but the signs were all there: the distance between them, her not wanting to be touched, a severe lack of sex, and now she had spent the night away from him with extremely short notice. Things like this had been going on for years, but Harry had just accepted it – gone along with whatever his wife wanted to make her happy – but no longer. If she was cheating on him, he would find out. In the meantime, he would have himself some much-needed fun.
His suspicions over what Ginny had been doing behind his back for years had only increased the night before when he got home to a note from her telling him that Lily was with Molly and Arthur for the night, because she had been detained back in Holyhead for the night. A note! She hadn’t even bothered firecalling to tell him in person, which would have been the polite thing to do. Oh no; his loving, caring wife had left him a fucking note telling him where his daughter was. Of course, Molly and Arthur had been incredibly understanding about Harry showing up without notice to collect Lily without having showered or changed out of his work clothes. Their relationship had never really changed since he had been a child; they saw him as their son and they had been the strongest parental figures in Harry’s life for years. If he was forced to think about it, he actually felt more guilt over the state of his marriage because of what they would think of him if he and Ginny ended up divorcing rather than over Ginny herself.
Smiling at and acknowledging the people who spoke to him as he exited the elevator, Harry could feel a sharp pressure building up inside him. He knew he would have to find release somehow and there was no way he was going to search out Malfoy – not that he wanted to! – so he knew that there was only one thing for it. He hated to resign himself to having a wank at work, but there were no other real options left to him.
“Hey, boss?”
Harry’s head jerked up at the sound of Stephen Kirkwood’s voice. Kirkwood was one of Harry’s best investigators, specialising in tracking criminals down through the more Muggle methods of following paper trails and simple observance. The look currently in his eyes was usually reserved for discussions involving the tracing of a very important piece of evidence, but Harry knew he didn’t have any pressing jobs on his plate.
“Steve?”
“There’s someone in your office. We tried to stop him, but he was determined; said there was something particularly important he had to discuss with you.”
Harry noted the shiftiness of his eyes as he explained, causing suspicion to creep up his spine. “Who is it?”
“Please believe me, boss, we did try to stop him.” Kirkwood shifted his weight, scrubbing a hand along the back of his neck with guilt in his eyes.
Despite the fact that Harry pretty much knew who it was that would greet him the second he stepped through his office door, he had to hear it first. He knew that almost everyone in the wizarding world had heard of his rivalry with Draco Malfoy, the ‘hated and feared Death Eater’ he had been in school with, but had thought his Auror team above believing the rumours that still circulated about the past between them. Drawing himself up to his – really not-so-impressive – full height, he sent a glare to Kirkwood, who flinched.
“Who. Is. It?”
“Draco Malfoy.”
*~*
Draco’s nerves twitched as he sat in Potter’s office chair, his feet propped up on the desk in front of him. He had decided to make a clean break from Potter; just come in, tell him what a mistake starting this thing was, and then never see him again. Not that there was a ‘thing’ to end, he quickly reminded himself: they had only had sex twice and not even kissed. There was no way he was going to allow himself to continue to meet with a man who stirred these kinds of feelings inside him, but he had also never allowed himself to be crass enough to simply never contact a man again. He needed to give Potter an explanation – even if it was complete bullshit – and make a proper break with him, just in case he ever had need of him again in the future. There was no point in alienating the Head Auror further than he already had. The crashing open of the door made him jump, startling him out of his thoughts.
Potter stormed in through the door, slamming it closed behind him. Stopping in the middle of the room, his arms crossed across his chest as he glared down at Draco, sending sharp jolts of lust shooting through Draco’s stomach. Clad in his full Auror regalia, Potter certainly was a sight to behold: form-fitting, practical black cargo pants with pockets for seemingly everything imaginable; a black button-up shirt that clung to his toned torso; the purple and white robes of the Aurors who were on desk-duty almost seemed an afterthought, but added to the overall effect nicely. Shaking his head to rid himself of the unwanted thoughts, Draco made to stand up from the desk, but was prevented when Potter moved, much faster than Draco had seen him move since he had been snatching the snitch from Draco’s fingertips.
Instead of the beating Draco was becoming accustomed to at these meetings, the little fucker kissed him. Actually kissed him! Startled as he was, all Draco could do was sit there as Potter mashed their mouths together enthusiastically. As first kisses went, this one was unfortunately on the wrong side of memorable. Their teeth clashed, Potter nearly kneed Draco in his haste to get closer, their noses bumped and the frames of Potter’s glasses pressed almost painfully into Draco’s cheekbones. Still, this was Harry Potter, the man Draco had been quite unwillingly fantasising about for years now and, despite everything, Draco could feel himself getting hard.
Waves of lust crashed through his body as Potter’s scent washed over him and he could feel his determination wavering, slipping with each little movement of Potter in his lap. He knew he had to stop this – his sense of self-preservation was apparently still stronger than the lust at that moment – but was incredibly unwilling. Weak, that’s what he was and he knew it; he always had been when it came to Potter. Even back in school, he had been unable to stop himself from getting the git’s attention and it seemed the hold Potter had over him had not lessened over the years. It was not until it felt like Potter had bit him that Draco managed to gather the strength to push him backwards.
“No, don’t... I want this... I want you.” The breathy tone to Potter’s voice sent delightful shivers through Draco’s stomach, but he ignored them in order to try to gather some of his scattered wits. “Please. I know you want this just as much as I do.”
No! “Yes... yes...” Draco couldn’t help the groan that escaped him as Potter spread his legs further and began rocking his hips, grinding their hardening cocks together. “Yes.”
Head swimming with lust, Draco closed his eyes, content to live out just a little part of the fantasy he had been so determined to deny himself that morning. He slid his hands down Potter’s neck to knead the hard muscles of his shoulders, slowly trying to memorise every inch of the man he had wanted for so long, as this was to be his last chance. Potter’s hands raking through his hair tilted Draco’s head back and caused his back to arch, pressing him closer to Potter’s rocking hips. His breath shuddered through him as his hands slipped further down to slide over the toned muscles of Potter’s chest, need making his fingers tremble just a little. This was the same feeling that had caused him to lose control of himself the day before; the feeling that he should have been terrified of, but which he was craving. Being so open, so exposed before another man was something Draco hadn’t allowed himself since he had been a young man just out of Hogwarts, and the feeling of doing this with Potter of all people was only enhancing the euphoria of the situation. He was dragged out of his happy fantasy world as Potter smashed their mouths together again. Pulling away, he shot Potter a glare as he ran his fingers gingerly along his lips, checking for blood.
“Has no one ever taught you anything, Potter? You kiss like an ape.”
He had waited half his bloody life to have Harry Potter willingly coming to him like this, there was absolutely no way he was going to allow Potter himself to ruin the fantasy for him. He straightened, his mind swimming with lust once again as he felt Potter rubbing against him. No, push him away. Stop this! He gripped Potter’s head and ran his thumbs across his cheekbones, pulling him forward slowly. Draco’s intention was to simply brush their lips together, but Potter leant forward and tried to force his tongue into Draco’s mouth again, panting with what was obviously lust.
“No, what are you...? Look, just sit there. Don’t touch me, don’t do anything. Just sit there.” If he was to have the fantasy, then apparently he was going to have to work for it. You shouldn’t be doing this.
Pushing aside the nagging voice, Draco ran his thumbs over Potter’s cheekbones once again. Deep green eyes met his as he pulled Potter towards him, lust clearly written in them. Draco was aware of the pure astonishment that shot through him when Potter allowed him to control their pace, but it was soon overshadowed by a desperate need to have more. The brush of those surprisingly soft lips against his caused Draco’s eyes to flutter closed and a small sigh to escape between them. Flicking his tongue out and over Potter’s lips produced a quiet moan, one that Draco was certain had come from the both of them at the same time. Potter’s mouth opened willingly when Draco pressed forward gently and he found himself overwhelmed with the taste of chamomile tea. He was allowed to enjoy the pleasurable sensation of having his tongue being sucked on by Potter for a few seconds before Potter’s hands slid down to cup his now quite insistent erection.
“Patience, Potter,” Draco gasped as he pulled back from the kiss, his eyes still closed.
“‘Patience’? For the past ten years, I have gotten laid on the exact same two days every single year. Twice a year for ten years, Malfoy. I don’t want to be patient: I want to be fucked.” Draco’s eyes flew open as Potter’s hand squeezed him, eliciting a deep groan from him. “And I want it to be you.”
The determination to end this that Draco had been just barely clinging onto evaporated in a matter of seconds after hearing that. Grabbing Potter’s head, he drew him into a harsh kiss as he began to move them up off the chair. He was unsure if Potter would be able to balance, but they managed to stand without having to break the kiss. Moving forward until he felt Potter’s legs hit the desk, Draco worked his leg in between Potter’s thighs and began to slowly spread his legs open, still pressing him backwards all the while. The small grunt Potter gave when Draco finally had him bent backwards over the desk, their legs tangled, vibrated through Draco’s chest, pushing him to go faster, further. Rocking his hips against Potter’s thigh resulted in not only a sharp jab of lust for Draco, but also in another deep groan from Potter. Keeping hold of his senses just long enough to cast strong locking and silencing charms at the door, Draco finally allowed himself to give in to the pulsing need driving him onwards.
“Oh, fuck,” Potter groaned as Draco’s hand slipped down to deal with his flies, brushing softly against the hard bulge he found there. “Yes, yes.”
Draco could feel Potter attempting to buck up into his hand, but the weight of Draco on top of him combined with the fact that his feet didn’t quite meet the floor in this position made it difficult. Smiling as he very deliberately brushed the palm of his hand over Potter’s straining cock, Draco took a few seconds to enjoy the sight of Potter lying beneath him, eyes closed and kiss-bruised mouth open and panting. He had never admitted it to himself before, but he knew now that Potter was the reason most of Draco’s conquests over the years had had black hair and light eyes. Shaking the thought from his mind, he stood, pleasure running through him again as Potter whined.
“Up, strip and lean against the desk.”
Backing off a few steps so Potter couldn’t reach him easily, Draco watched as his instructions were obeyed. As much as he hated to admit it, Potter had a quite impressive physique: strong, lightly muscled legs; firm – and deliciously tight – arse; and nicely tanned skin. Disappointment flittered through him when Potter didn’t disrobe completely; just hitching his robes up again as Draco had done the day before. It was quickly replaced by lust as he was presented with Potter’s arse. Stepping up to him, Draco ran a hand over his hip, revelling in the shiver produced when his hand ghosted lightly over the skin of Potter’s arse. Not wanting Potter to realise exactly how much he wanted this, he summoned all of his Malfoy-bred arrogance as he leant in to whisper in Potter’s ear.
“I don’t know why I bother with charity cases such as you, Potter; you’re yet to truly please me.” His hands were working on quickly getting his own flies undone, his need building with each passing second. “Tell me, does it burn for you to admit that I am the only one who can satisfy you? That you crave my touch? That I can have you hot and hard and begging for release in a matter of minutes?”
Draco had waited until the exact second Potter had tried to turn – to clobber him, no doubt – before muttering the preparation and lubricating charms and slamming home. His eyes squeezed shut as Potter’s tight heat surrounded him, his muscles contracting in an attempt to eject him. Lust clouded his mind as he stood there, seated deep inside Potter, little electric jolts shooting straight through his throbbing cock to build the fire now blazing in his stomach. Running completely on autopilot, Draco’s hands moved to knead Potter’s thighs and arse in an attempt to ease the pain of having him buried in him so quickly. Unable to prevent himself, he guided Potter’s legs into a more accommodating position, spreading them a little wider so he slid inside more securely. He was jerked out of his lust-caused haze by a strange-sounding noise from Potter.
“Malfoy?” His voice was rough as he glanced over his shoulder, giving Draco a look at his wide-blown pupils.
Almost snarling as he realised that Potter had once again seen something in him that he really did not wish to show him, Draco shot him a glare. “Shut up Potter,” he growled before pulling out and snapping his hips back in much rougher than he knew he should have. “If I wished to talk during sex, I would follow your sterling example and pretend to be straight.”
That jab seemed to do the trick, shutting Potter up as Draco began to move inside him. It didn’t take him long to find his rhythm this time, or Potter’s prostate. Now that he knew exactly which angle to aim for when standing behind Potter, he was fairly certain he could turn him into a quivering mess in just a couple of thrusts. However, as he was unsure how long Potter would be able to last when faced with such an onslaught, he held back. There was absolutely no sense in destroying this for himself if he made Potter come too early.
The combination of the oaky scent Potter seemed to favour combined with the musk of sex as Draco’s pace increased sent his head spinning with lust. One of his hands clenched automatically on Potter’s hip, but he was content to allow the other to wander, discovering exactly where to pinch, rub and tease to drag little whimpers and moans out of Potter. Light touches up his right rib made him shiver, as did repeating the action down his spine; tweaking his nipples did very little, however pinching them hard caused a groan to echo through the room. All of this was very fascinating to Draco, who had never before paid any attention to his partner’s reactions, but it was not until he brushed his fingers just behind Potter’s left ear that he really got a reaction. He froze as Potter bucked beneath him, unsure if he had accidentally hit his prostate, or if he really had discovered a true hotspot to exploit.
“Don’t fucking stop, you –” The insult was cut off with another deep groan as Draco brushed his fingers along the area behind Potter’s ear again. “Fuck...”
The word was accompanied by a clenching of Potter’s muscles that stole Draco’s breath away, pushing him on towards orgasm much faster than anything he had done yet. The knowledge that he could bring Potter to this state in such a short amount of time sent a powerful feeling through Draco’s chest, one that he was totally unwilling to examine. He began to thrust in once more when Potter clenched around him again, deliberately this time. Forcibly relaxing the grip he had Potter’s hip, he muttered a lubricating charm again and reached around to weigh Potter’s full cock in his hand. Long and unbelievably hard, Draco couldn’t stop imagining himself swallowing him whole, having the thick head hit the back of his throat as Potter thrust into his mouth. It was with that image in his mind that Draco tipped over the edge, spilling his release deep inside Potter as his cock spasmed over and over again. He stroked his hand along Potter’s throbbing cock while his other hand brushed the spot behind his ear, needing to feel the contractions of Potter’s orgasm around him. Potter’s orgasm ripped through him in a matter of seconds, the contracting of his muscles squeezing the last few drops out of Draco’s softening cock. Collapsing on top of Potter as his legs finally gave way, Draco made certain to not slip out, quietly enjoying the heat surrounding his now overly-sensitive skin.
How long they stayed there in a sweat- and cum-slicked mess, Draco had no idea, but he was the first to recover his senses this time. Opening his eyes to discover that he had unconsciously nuzzled his face into the back of Potter’s neck – and that his mind was still swimming with lust for the man beneath him – sent a combination of fear, pain and disgust with himself through his chest. He had arrived with the intention of ending this and wound up in deeper than he had been before. Why, why, why did it have to be Harry fucking Potter who had the power to make him lose control like this? Why could it not have been someone normal, someone who didn’t hate him; someone who was unafraid of his own sexuality? But no, that was the story of his life really: wanting something so desperately, but it was being held just out of reach by Harry Potter. With the only exception being that this time, it was Potter himself that Draco found himself desiring so intensely.
That’s it, he thought as he carefully slipped out of Potter, cast cleaning charms over the two of them and prepared to leave. This is not worth driving yourself mad over. This is the very last time you will allow this to happen.
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