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Brutally Beloved	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3993 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wanted

Harry was surprised when he apparated to Malfoy Manor, and the wards didn’t drop him outside the gate. Instead, he landed on the steps, just as he’d meant to. Malfoy hadn’t locked him out of the apparation wards. He was sure it meant nothing good.
He knocked on the door, and the familiar house-elf opened it.
“Master Potter, Master Malfoy is expecting you. Right this way.” She led him through the familiar house, and as Harry followed, looking around, he felt constant pangs of nostalgia. His first few times walking through here, he’d been reminded of the war, but now, he was reminded of a more recent past. He was reminded of arguments, whispered desires, and angry, desperate wanting.
He heard the cooing before they entered the room, and he walked into the sight of Draco, with a baby on his lap, hands holding feet, playing gently with the tiny form. Harry felt his heart squeeze painfully at the sight, and Draco looked up with a warm smile still lingering on his face that made the heartache that much worse for Harry.
“The wife really didn’t come?” Malfoy asked, his warm smile changing to one of cunning and suspicion. Harry shook his head, and slowly approached, keeping his eyes down on the baby. He was so tiny! Smaller even than Rose, and he already had a head of white-blond hair. His dark blue baby eyes found Harry, and returned the big smile Harry gave him, gurgling happily up at him.
“Scorpius, this is Harry Potter. Potter, this is my son.” Malfoy introduced, sitting the baby upright in his lap, for a more formal introduction. Harry grinned. He couldn’t help it. Babies always got right into his heart.
“He’s beautiful.” Harry said, reaching out a hand to brush hair from his face. “He’s so small. Was he born early?”
“Yes. Half a month early, due to Astoria’s health. She died shortly after, so at least she got to meet him.” Malfoy shrugged it off, but his face held a remorse that Harry knew would have been matched on his face had the same happened to Ginny.
“Hm.” Harry mused, letting Scorpius wrap his tiny fist around his index finger.
“Here. Hold him.” Malfoy urged, lifting his son, and pushing him on Harry before the brunet could deny him. His arms automatically wrapped around the tiny bundle, and he began rocking, smiling and cooing to Scorpius. Malfoy watched him, arms still slightly outstretched, as if Harry might drop him. Harry met nervous grey eyes, and snickered.
“It’s fine, Draco, I’m not going to drop him.” He said, and a moment later, froze, realizing how familiar he’d been. For a moment, he’d been so lost in the moment, he’d forgotten Ginny, he’d forgotten the baby’s mother, and he’d forgotten that Draco was no longer the man he craved. They’d both changed. He’d gotten over his violent sexual urges, and seemed to have gotten over all sexual urges at all. He figured it was really for the best, since Ginny didn’t want children, not to risk it.
“Just… Be careful.” Malfoy said, clearly deciding not to mention the flashback.
“Oh, worried he’ll end up liking me better, cause I’m more fun?” Harry teased, speaking the words down at the baby in his arms. The baby smiled good-humoredly, and kicked his feet as Harry spun in a circle. Malfoy lurched forward as Harry danced away, keeping his son from him, smiling at the sheer joy of holding the tiny, but somehow incredibly weighty, little person. He’d always wanted one of his own. He’d wanted to start a family. But Ginny hadn’t been ready, She’d just gotten OUT of a big family. So Harry had waited. But now, holding Scorpius, with Draco chasing after him, he felt a surge of pure emotion, and happiness. THIS was what he wanted. He wanted a baby smiling up at him as he sang off-key, and hopped repeatedly out of reach as his partner gave chase. But that wasn’t right, Draco wasn’t his partner. He’d really never been. Harry slowed, his smile falling as he kept staring at the child that looked JUST like Draco. They’d been intimate, but… they’d never been public. They’d never been honest, even with themselves.
Draco caught up to the pair as Harry felt a stab of melancholy into his very soul. He hadn’t even realized that he had feelings beyond the sexual for Malfoy until AFTER he’d agreed to marry Ginny.
“Here. Sorry.” Harry let Draco take the baby from him, and stepped away, staring at the pair of blonds, he felt another sharp stab in his gut. Sure he and Malfoy had had a bit of fun, but he couldn’t really understand why, after all these years, such an insane whirlwind that they’d been in was still affecting him so deeply….
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After the investigation had ended with one of his mentors in chains, he’d told himself he wasn’t going anywhere NEAR Draco Malfoy, ever again. He’d succumbed to his animalistic self twice, and now, it had to be out of his system… Or so he’d hoped.
“Get off!” Malfoy shoved him, his face livid, half his body tangled in silk sheets as Harry fell to his side, cushioned by the plush bed. He wasn’t exactly certain WHY he’d thought coming here was a good idea, or HOW he’d ended up in Malfoy’s bedroom again, only that he’d come to tell Malfoy, face to face, that the investigation was over, and so was whatever they’d been doing the past few months. But with Malfoy, angry again, lying next to him, Harry realized he didn’t want to leave quite yet. He’d been angry about the traitor in their midst, he’d been ashamed that he’d slept with Malfoy, and he’d been feeling wholly unsatisfied with his life. But here, in Malfoy’s bed, he didn’t have to think about any of that. All he had to do was feel physically. Their violent, bestial couplings were almost calm, in that they left him no time to consider the other upsetting aspects of his life.
Malfoy had almost gotten to the edge of the bed, ready to escape again, but Harry lunged after him, grabbing him back, he slammed the pale body back to the bed, climbed on top of him, and grabbed his face to keep him from yanking away as he looked down at the red-faced Malfoy. He wasn’t entirely sure if the color on his cheeks was from being screwed into another dimension, or humiliation, but he thought it was likely both. Malfoy snarled, and struggled, harder than usual, as Harry pinned him. Harry wasn’t surprised. He’d never stayed this long after finishing, and he imagined that Malfoy liked to sulk over their sexual battles as much as he did. But he was changing the game. Malfoy punched him in the side, and Harry winced, but leaned forward, pressing their lips together roughly, shoving his tongue into the other’s mouth. He didn’t care that Malfoy bit him hard enough to make his tongue bleed. He didn’t even mind that his hair was being pulled nearly out in an attempt to pull him away. He only cared that with Malfoy under him, the scent of him filling his nostrils, the sound of his panicked gasp as Harry began fondling him again, he was able to forget once more about the crumbling foundations of his world. A few moments into the kiss, Malfoy had stopped trying to remove Harry, and instead, was kissing him back, deep, gasping kisses that were nearly as good as the sex had been. Nearly, but not quite.
It was calmer the second time, less painful all around, and the slow, deep kisses were like liquid fire, heating him beyond the fierce, driving need to punish Malfoy, and reach climax. It made him want strange things, and he gave in to them. He kissed all of the pale skin he could reach. He languidly fisted Malfoy’s hardening cock, and enjoyed the sighs of pleasure that were delivered to his lips. He nuzzled the smooth skin of Malfoy’s neck, and breathed in the scent of his hair, feeling it fill him with passion. He smelled of shampoo and sweat, and something Harry couldn’t name. Something that made his head spin, and his thoughts scatter. He brought his lips back to Malfoy’s and kissed him again, settling between his legs, gently spreading smooth thighs. Malfoy shifted, making Harry’s job easier, grabbing handfuls of Harry’s hair, but it was different, too. He wasn’t trying to yank it out .He was simply holding on, keeping Harry’s mouth to his as his legs parted, inviting him in. Harry took the invitation to heart, and plunged easily into the already abused body, his own previous ejaculation giving plenty of lubrication. Malfoy moaned at the renewed assault, and Harry noted the difference. It wasn’t a pained, or aggrieved moan. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated enjoyment. Whatever had been making Malfoy and him fight like animals seemed to have evaporated. Harry wasn’t sure he liked the almost normal passion between them, but he decided not to think about it. He didn’t want to think about anything. So he pressed his forehead to Malfoy’s and picked up the pace, his cock oversensitive from one orgasm, but still at full mast, still desperate to release again.
He looked down into Malfoy’s eyes, and saw them watching him. It was odd, seeing that familiar face without any antagonism on it, not a trace of hatred, or animosity. Just pure rapture. Malfoy lifted his head, finding Harry’s lips, and kissing him. More of those hot, slow kisses that Harry was becoming addicted to. He was sure, when Malfoy became a wildcat again, he’d miss these kisses. He’d miss the way Draco’s long slender legs were wrapping around him. He’d miss the gently grasping hands that felt as if they were shaking against him. Their rough sex had been hot, frenzied, and brain-melting. This was warm, untroubled, and felt as if it were thawing something inside of him. He liked this. He wanted more of THIS.
He came swiftly, and Malfoy actually whimpered, hands grasping at him, threatening to return to violence if Harry left him, filled with need and shame. Harry kissed him, and let his mouth keep kissing him, even as he slowly pulled his head down to Malfoy’s neck, kissing, licking, tasting the salty flavor of his sweat. He swept quick, gentle kisses down Malfoy’s chest, trying not to be distracted by the uncomfortable way Malfoy was starting to wriggle about. He had to know where Harry was headed with this. Harry let himself slide out of the blond’s slick passage as he kissed his way down, and when he took the pulsing hard cock in his hand, Malfoy’s hips tilted up, welcoming the touch. Harry watched a moment as he pulled at the shaft, observing the way Malfoy’s eyes rolled back, and his wriggling stopped, and he seemed to relax into the bed. Harry smiled at the thought that all he’d needed was reassurance that he wasn’t going to be left aching, and he was suddenly resembling a semi-liquid state again. His body was limp, except for the twitches, and shivers of pleasure, and his mouth hung open with the soft sounds of his voice, giving life to his satisfaction. Harry glanced down, and considered. He’d never even thought of doing it, himself, but with Malfoy’s cock staring him in the face, he was overcome with curiosity. It really didn’t seem THAT awful…
He slowly leaned forward, and let his lips brush across the swollen head of the cock in his hand. Malfoy jerked, and seemed to freeze, and Harry knew his eyes were open, watching. He glanced up, meeting a liquid silver gaze, and gently kissed the tip once more, testing Malfoy’s response. He was unpredictable at best, and Harry wanted to be prepared if he decided this was too far. He really didn’t want to catch a knee to the face.
Malfoy watched, silent, breath halted as Harry tested the sensation of velvet skin on his lips. He drug his mouth back and forth, up and down the length, noting the various small experiences. There was the scent: musky, and hot, and filled with that same unnamable thing that he’d smelled in Malfoy’s hair. There was the velvet over steel feel of it, softer against his lips, warmer. There was the harsh breath that Malfoy drew in, his eyes locked on Harry as he teased. When Harry finally dared to open his mouth, and sweep his tongue across the heated flesh, Malfoy’s head lolled back again, and he groaned. Harry grinned, and got to work, encouraged by the pleasant response, he wrapped his lips completely around the shaft, and let his tongue freely explore.
“Fuck, that’s good…” Malfoy muttered, surprising Harry. Usually, even if he was clearly enjoying himself, he refused to admit it aloud. Refused to even acknowledge that he was close to coming from the pleasure. His fingers slid back into Harry’s hair, encouraging more, and Harry obliged. He wasn’t sure why he was bothering, why he was so eager to keep Malfoy in this calm, pliable state. He’d come, twice. By the rules of their previous encounters, he should really be leaving. But he stayed. He pleasured Malfoy with his mouth, and when Malfoy’s sounds of ecstasy shifted, and Harry knew he was going to explode, he kept going. He’d used Malfoy, he’d held him down, and taken him several times. He knew he could again. This was no submission from Harry, this was simply another way of taking from him, showing him he wasn’t afraid to do whatever necessary to win. He wasn’t even sure WHAT he was winning. Just that as the salty flavor hit his tongue, and Malfoy’s grip tightened in his hair, and the moaning voice was shattered with gasping breaths, he WAS winning.
He swallowed as it came, washing the strange, tingling flavor down his throat. When it finally stopped, and Malfoy’s grip loosened, he pulled his lips free, licked them, and collapsed next to Malfoy’s spent form. He turned his head, looking across at Malfoy, and saw his eyes closed. His breathing was too ragged for sleep, so Harry watched him, waiting for him to open his eyes, and storm from the room. But instead, the harsh breathing slowly evened out, and Malfoy’s head tilted to the side, total relaxation taking him over as he fell unknowingly asleep. Harry felt powerful as he stared at the dozing blond. He’d made his enemy fall asleep next to him. He’d gotten Malfoy to give him all the power, and exhausted him to the point he’d actually fallen asleep without telling Harry to leave first. Harry sat up, and grabbed one of the silk sheets, pulling it carefully over the sleeping body, not wanting his sweaty skin to give him a chill. He ended up with the cool smooth fabric over himself as well, and decided to lie his head back, and rest a moment, before he fled. But that was a dangerous game to play. His eyes drifted closed, and in the crisp sheets, covered in cooling sweat, he rolled over, his hand reaching out, and found warmth. He was nearly asleep, and knew it was Malfoy’s chest his hand rested on, but couldn’t seem to move it. His hand felt so, so heavy. So did his eyelids. He’d just let the drowsiness take him for a few minutes, and then he’d get up, and go…
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“Are you alright?” Malfoy’s voice was full of concern, and Harry shook the cobwebs from his mind. Having Draco around again was not doing his mind any good. It kept wandering, and as he looked at his ex-lover, holding the angelic baby, his mind wandered again. Stupidly, he let himself imagine it was HIS baby. Stupidly, he imagined grabbing the long blond hair that Malfoy had let grow, and pulling him in for one of those slow, deep kisses. And even more stupidly, he imagined days on end where that was the norm, kissing his fiesty blond, and sometimes getting bitten. Carrying a blond baby around, and teaching him to ride a broom. Telling him that the peacocks his great-grandfather had let infest the property were truly a dumb idea, that the pink roses on that gazebo were full of magic, if he just wished hard enough of one, his wish would come true.
“Harry?” When Harry opened his eyes to banish the imagery, Draco was closer than he had been, his face filled with worry, his baby held in one arm as his other reached for Harry’s face. Harry jerked away, slapped in the face with the past six years. He’d made a commitment to Ginny. He wore a ring. He’d promised her fidelity.
“I have to go.” Harry announced, turning to flee. It was too much. It was all too much. The worst part was that he knew, if he’d never married Ginny, if Malfoy had never moved to France, their hurricaine of an affair would have ended in flames, and Harry would not be here, wanting a child that wasn’t his, and a man that he’d pushed aside. The irony was another slap to the face. He’d married Ginny, hoping she could give him a family, give him kids, knowing Malfoy never could, and now, everything he’d wanted was in Malfoy Manor.

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