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The Optimal Balance	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and characters belong to JK Rowling and associates. This was written for fun. I make no money from it.

Chapter List
- 1-The Optimal Balance
- 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: Epilogue
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Tuesday morning saw Draco waking much later than he usually did – closer to seven than five. It was a strange feeling but, he reasoned, if he couldn’t indulge himself on his birthday, when could he? Stretching languidly, he smiled.

This year was the first time in his life that he was to be celebrating his birthday with a real partner. Sure, every other year he had always found what he had needed in that moment, but he knew that this year was going to be different. This year there would be no subtle owls sent to organise a time and place to meet, there would be no impatient glances to the clock at his birthday dinner, waiting for the moment he could slip out; there certainly wouldn’t be any hurried blowjobs or frantic, messy sex in the restaurant bathrooms. At least, not unless he could convince Harry.

The idea of frantic, messy sex in a bathroom brought back memories that had Draco smiling again. His mind began to race through ways he could convince Harry that no one would either notice or care if they left the party a little early that night as he flipped over onto his back and threw an arm out, searching for Harry’s warmth. It was when he hit nothing but cool sheets that he registered the sound of the shower coming through the closed bathroom door.

Draco's smile widened as images of a naked and dripping wet Harry replaced excuses to leave his birthday dinner early in his mind. He knew they didn’t have that long before Lily would wake on her own, but surely they had long enough for a little birthday shower sex, right? His blood beginning to thrum faster through his veins at the thought, he slid his hand down to his already-interested cock as he made his way silently into the bathroom.

Harry was standing in the spray, soap suds washing down his back and over his arse. The sight stoked the fire beginning to burn in Draco's stomach, causing the desire to simply throw open the door and take Harry there and then to spread through him. Steam fogged the glass of the shower as Draco stepped forward as quietly as possible, blocking his view of Harry. He immediately cast a silent charm to un-fog the glass before sliding the door open and wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist.

“Wha– Draco?”

“You were expecting someone else?” Draco’s lips connected with the back of Harry’s neck as he pressed as close as possible, pushing Harry closer to the now-clear glass. A slight movement caught his attention before he could move further, causing him to glance up. He was met by the sight of the two of them reflected in the full-size mirror across the room, now also clear and fog-free thanks to the charm. He grinned. “Have you ever watched yourself, Harry?”

“Watched? What…?” Harry trailed off with a huff of breath when Draco nodded to the mirror. “No.”

The word was almost whispered, causing Draco's grin to widen. Adjusting his position against Harry’s back, he trailed a hand down to wrap around Harry’s hardening cock.

“Do you want to?”

The groan Harry gave was more than enough of a response for Draco. It vibrated through his chest, sending shivers tingling across his skin. Mumbling the lubrication charm gave Draco a handful of lube so he could continue stroking along Harry’s cock with the aim of forcing more of those delicious groans from him. He glanced up every few seconds between nibbling and sucking on the skin of Harry’s neck, watching Harry watching the mirror. It was a truly beautiful sight, seeing Harry’s hands clenching against the glass and watching as his body moved in an automatic attempt to gain more friction. Unable to help it, Draco shifted his position so he could rub himself between Harry’s cheeks every time he rocked his hips forward.

“Fuck… Draco…”

Draco hummed. “Finally found a bit of a kink of yours, have I? I knew there had to be one there somewhere.” His breath stuttered a bit as Harry arched his back, pressing firmly into him. Draco's voice was rough when he managed to continue through the jolts of lust hitting him. “Not that I blame you; I’ve yet to grow sick of watching you either.”

Harry let out a sound close to a whimper when Draco's hand stilled, his thumb circling around the head of his cock. “Please…”

Another quick look into the mirror showed that Harry’s forehead was resting on the glass, his breath misting on it before swiftly being removed by the charm. Licking his lips, Draco trailed his eyes down Harry’s body, taking in the scars and his dark treasure trail before his gaze fell to where his hand was holding Harry’s cock. A quick stroke down to the base had Harry pressing back into him even further, sending yet another wave of pleasure through him.

“Open your eyes.”

Harry obeyed almost immediately, meeting Draco's eyes in the mirror. Holding Harry’s gaze, Draco murmured the preparation charm before moving his hands to steady Harry’s hips. Harry’s eyes closed briefly again when Draco slid inside him, his mouth opening on another groan. It was only a few seconds before Harry met his gaze again in the mirror, his eyes glazed and mouth still open as he panted.

“What are you waiting for?”

There was a challenge to Harry’s voice that Draco had never been able to turn down. Pulling out, he thrust back in hard, knowing instinctively that this was what Harry was asking for. Harry’s responding groan proved him right. Gripping Harry’s hips, Draco fell into a quick rhythm, watching the mirror the whole time. Harry seemed to be just as fascinated with watching himself as Draco always was, his eyes not closing again as Draco moved inside him.

“I– I–” Harry stuttered out, his hands clenching against the glass.

“Touch yourself.”

Harry’s eyes met his in the mirror again at the command and Draco unflinchingly held his gaze as he continued to move, completely unashamed of knowing exactly what he wanted. Draco knew he had to keep his hands on Harry’s hips to steady them on the tiles and the idea of watching as Harry stroked himself was too tempting to pass up. He smiled at the jolt of need that arced through his stomach when he saw Harry’s hand sliding down the glass to grip his leaking cock.

Draco knew that the fire now raging in his stomach wouldn’t be denied for much longer, so he angled his hips, aiming for Harry’s prostate. The look of combined shock and pleasure that crossed Harry’s face when he managed to hit it was something Draco had seen many times over, but the extra jolt of desire that shot through him when he saw Harry still watching himself reacting in the mirror was completely new. The pleasure that flashed across Harry’s face as he gripped his cock tightly in response had Draco’s hips faltering and his breath hitching. He tightened his grip on Harry’s hips again and aimed, thrusting straight at his prostate.

“Dr – aco… Fuck…”

Keeping his eyes locked on the mirror, Draco watched as Harry came completely undone. Harry’s hand gripped his spasming cock, stroking rapidly as his orgasm hit, his mouth open in a silent scream. The clenching of Harry’s muscles dragged Draco's orgasm out of him. His hips continued to jerk as he came deep inside Harry, his eyes still locked on the mirror. Draco only vaguely registered sliding out of Harry and down to the floor of the shower, his breath coming in harsh pants as he rode out his afterglow. Harry’s rough voice next to him brought him back to reality.

“It would be tacky to have a mirror installed on the canopy of the bed at Grimmauld, wouldn’t it?”

Draco chuckled. “I refuse to sleep in anything that even remotely resembles a whorehouse.”

Harry grinned at him before moving so he could press their lips together. “It wasn’t sleeping beneath it I was suggesting.”

“Who knew the prim and proper Auror had such a deviant side to him?” Draco let out a laugh when Harry dug a finger into his side. “The press would truly be shocked, I’m sure.”

“Ex prim and proper Auror, thank you very much,” Harry grumbled before moving so he was half lying on Draco's chest. “Besides, you’re were the one who corrupted me.”

Draco couldn’t help the self-satisfied smile that spread across his face as he tilted Harry’s head so he could kiss him properly. “I’d do it all again as well.”

*~*

Cold water dripped from Harry’s hair down the back of his shirt, sending a shiver through him as he made his way slowly towards his office. He knew he should have used a charm to dry his hair, but the damp reminder of what he and Draco had gotten up to that morning had him on the verge of grinning like an idiot. That day was his first proper full day back from the weekend – having just popped in the day before to take care of the mail before Iris had shooed him out – and he knew that there was going to be a lot to take care of.

“Harry, good to see you! Could I have a word?”

Harry refocussed as the loud voice of the Head of his Medical Division echoed out of the staffroom he had just passed. Backing up a few steps, Harry plastered a friendly smile on his face as he stuck his head around the doorway.

“We have an inter-departmental meeting scheduled in forty-five minutes, Catriona, could it wait until then?” Harry had to bite back a smile as Catriona’s deep brown eyes narrowed at him. “I swear everyone will get their say, it’s just easier to allocate funds if we all know what they’re needed for.”

Catriona Allaway had been the only person on Harry’s list of who to hire to run the Medical Division of the Foundation. Nearing fifty, she had developed a sterling reputation over the years she had spent working for St. Mungo’s. ‘Strict but caring’ was the way Harry had heard her described the most, which was exactly what he had needed to help get the Foundation off the ground. Truth be told, she was one of the few people Harry had immediately felt intimidated by with her fiery red curls that formed a helmet and scowl seemingly permanently in place. He grinned when she nodded sharply.

“Great, I’ll see you then.”

His mind now firmly locked into work-mode, Harry made his way down the hallway towards his office. This part of the complex that formed the Foundation was reserved for the offices of the Heads of the four different divisions – Medical, Psychological, Orphanage and General Care – as well as Harry’s office, the staffroom, kitchen, and a general conference room. Each of the four sections were then divided up into different departments with their own specialities and Head of Department. Catriona’s experiences at St. Mungo’s had made her the perfect candidate to run an entire division of the Foundation, making Harry incredibly thankful that she had been looking to move on at just the moment when he had been searching for someone to fill the position. He certainly wouldn’t have been able to manage the amount of things Catriona seemed capable of handling almost in her sleep.

“Harry!” Iris ran up to him the second he rounded the corner to the waiting room where her desk sat, guarding his door from unwanted visitors. “Thank God you’re here. I know you dealt with the mail yesterday, but apparently somewhere in the paperwork from the weekend is an urgent message from the Minister.” Iris placed her hand in the small of Harry’s back and practically shoved him into his office. “I’ve been getting owls from the Ministry all morning since I arrived at eight. Please can you find out what they need and tell them to stop bombarding me?”

Harry couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he turned towards his desk. It seemed his lot in life to continue to run across incredibly strong-willed women who thought nothing of ordering him around. He took a breath and let it out slowly as he sank into his chair. The inbox on his desk was so full it was overflowing, the blinds that he normally left open had been closed – probably by the cleaning staff, he figured – and an innocuous-looking box that sat on the top right corner of his desk shook ominously every few seconds. He grinned. It was good to be back.

Ordering things in his mind, Harry set about putting the now forty minutes he had left until the staff meeting to good use. He firecalled Kingsley first only to discover that the supposed ‘bombardment’ Iris had been receiving had been three messages by the overly-enthusiastic Geoffrey, Kingsley’s secretary. Harry made an appointment to meet with Kingsley later in the week and moved on.

The box turned out to contain a Howler, which Harry simply rolled his eyes at as it screeched at him. People were certainly getting much more creative with their abuse, but Harry had learned to ignore it all. He honestly couldn’t give a shit if some idiot thought he shouldn’t have any influence whatsoever simply because he had fallen for Draco. It had surprised Harry at first, how strong the prejudice against Draco and his fellow ex-Death Eaters still was – it had been over twenty years now, after all – but Draco seemed to take it all in his stride. Still, Harry protected him from the worst of the abuse that had been flung at him because of their relationship; there was no reason Draco should be subjected to it all as well.

A sharp rap on his door just as he was nearing the bottom of his inbox told Harry that his time had run out. He called out an acknowledgement to Iris before charming the inbox so that anything new that came in while he was in the meeting would move to the bottom of the pile. Gathering his wand, a cup of chamomile tea and a collection of papers he thought he might need, he shuffled it all over to a hidden door beside the fireplace that led into the conference room next door.

Bright and cheery, the conference room generally contradicted the moods of the people who used it most often. Harry offered up a small smile to Catriona, who entered the room just as he did, but received only a raise of an eyebrow in response. Resisting the urge to shrug, Harry dumped his papers on the small table at the front of the room and settled in to wait for the other three Heads. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long.

Angus Milligan and Dorian Fairchild – the Heads of Psychology and General Care respectively – entered the room together, their heads bent in conversation. They both nodded to Catriona before taking chairs across the room from her. Vivian St Clair entered the room a few seconds after the two men, holding her head high and meeting Harry’s eyes confidently as she took the seat in between the others. Harry had gotten in touch with her after she was recommended to him by Gabrielle Delacour and had actually managed to steal her away from the orphanage she had been working at in France, much to her ex-employer’s irritation.

Harry smiled as the others settled themselves. There was always an air of tension when the four of them were in the same room together, but Harry knew they only had the children’s best interests at heart. He cleared his throat for their attention.

“Good morning, everyone. How were your weekends?”

“We were all here yesterday, Harry.”

Harry chuckled and shook his head as Dorian waggled his eyebrows at him. “I was here,” he protested. “I checked my mail, then went back home is all. Can’t a man holiday without being nagged?”

The relaxed tone the exchange set seemed to relieve some of the tension in the room. Organising the budget for the month had never been one of Harry’s favourite things to do, but it was something he knew had to happen and he would much rather have a hand in where the money went rather than trust it all to an accountant. That way he knew that the funds would be put to the best use they could be rather than just split four ways and have the Heads told to make do.

In all honesty, Harry knew that his main role in these meetings was as peacekeeper: all he really had to do as the others battled between themselves was keep them from hexing each other. He sat back and allowed them to debate each other, listening to each of their arguments carefully as they stated them so he could make an informed decision when they finally allowed him a say. He already knew that Dorian needed money for some new equipment for the day-care centre and that the others were going to try to verbally beat him into taking close to half of what he was asking for; that was the way things played out nearly every time Dorian asked for funds for something for the day-care. They were just starting in on him when Harry interrupted.

“You haven’t had an upgrade to the play equipment yet, have you?”

“Harry, you can’t be thinking of actually giving him–” Catriona’s mouth snapped shut when Harry raised a hand.

“Shoddy play equipment just means that your department will have more patients to look after. And probably a lawsuit for me.”

The room fell silent for only a few seconds before they started again. Harry grinned as he leant back into his chair: he had missed working fulltime.

The meeting stretched longer than usual that day and Harry’s stomach was growling by the time they finished. It seemed that everyone had mostly gotten what they wanted, although the three were still muttering about Dorian receiving the full amount of funding he had asked for. Harry’s mind slid to what food he had stored away in his cooler in the office, but he knew that there was something he had to deal with first.

“Vivian,” he called just as she was exiting the room. “Can I have a word?”

A tall and curvy brunette, Vivian was the kind of woman that Harry would have once tried to convince himself he found attractive. She held herself with a quiet dignity that belied the fire he had seen her display in the monthly meetings. Her head held high, she refused to meet the eyes of the others as they filed past her out the door. Harry shook his head and smiled to himself. Yes, once he would have decided that the strength he admired in her was attraction, but these days he knew better. He much preferred blonds now, anyway. He cleared his throat and forced his features into a hopefully professional smile as Vivian stopped a few steps from him.

“How is the girl you messaged me about over the weekend?”

“Ah, Penelope.” Vivian ducked her head and leant back against the backrest of the chair behind her, seeming to collect her thoughts before speaking again. “You know that she is one of the ones who was delivered here by the Aurors, yes?”

Harry nodded silently. He made it a point to read as many of the profiles of the children in the orphanage as possible. Not only was it good practice in case one of them was prone to causing trouble, but he also liked to spend whatever spare time he found himself with at work splitting it between the children in the orphanage and those in the medical wards.

“Well, her parents were released over the weekend. Apparently the Aurors didn’t have enough to charge them with, so they were released with a tracking spell on them. They decided that it was a good idea for them to come collect their little darling, in their words.” Vivian rolled her eyes in obvious scorn and Harry couldn’t help but agree: any child who had been taken from their parents by the Auror Department was much better off without them. “Spells were cast, threats were issued and the poor child witnessed it all.”

Harry shook his head. Scrubbing a hand along the back of his neck, he sighed.

“Alright. You may need to work with Angus on this one. Penelope probably needed some form of psychological help before this happened and we can certainly provide it now. Do you think between you and Angus you could work out a schedule for her to stick to?”

It wasn’t much, but it was a beginning. Harry knew that there was no point in trying to force the poor kid into a regular routine, as she had probably never had one to begin with. The best they could do at that moment was to make sure she was healthy – both mentally as well as physically – and safe. He exchanged the apparently required niceties with Vivian before parting with a promise to visit later in the day. Making his way back into his office, his mind was full of what he needed to get done before he could go meet Penelope and assess her for himself.

He shook his head again as he settled back into his chair behind his desk. As disheartening as this work usually was, he knew that starting the Foundation had been the right thing to do. At least now children like Penelope had somewhere to go; somewhere safe.
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