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Beyond Their Years
Chapter Number/Total: 41/41
Chapter Title: Beyond Their Years
Words: 2357 Words
Harry was still staring at the closed door that his friends had just left through. "What ...?" he said, but he didn't really know what to ask.
Draco sat down on the sofa and waited. He knew Harry would have questions.
Harry looked back at Draco and shuffled over to sit next to him. Still looking confused, he said, "Is she okay?"
Draco thought about the question. "Yes," he said. "She did what she needed to do."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Did it work?" he asked, although he figured it had.
Draco stood up and held his hands out to his husband. "Yes, it did," he said.
Looking up at Draco for a moment, Harry took his hands and pulled himself up. "Who did she kill?" he asked, looking at his husband seriously.
"My uncle," Draco answered, then began leading his husband to their bedroom.
Harry followed, but still had questions. "Where is it?" he asked, noticing that Draco didn't seem to have the dagger.
"It belongs to her now," Draco said, closing their bedroom door. He then sat down on the bed and removed his shoes and socks.
Harry frowned and gave a shrug. "I thought we were giving the stuff to the school," he said, kicking off his shoes as well and then climbing into bed.
Draco stood and began removing his clothes.
Harry simply watched as Draco undressed himself, thinking that he could do it in two seconds if he wanted to remove his own clothes. "What did you do with the body?" he asked.
Draco laid the last of his clothes aside, and turned to face his husband. He waited to see how Harry would react to his arousal at his point.
Harry's eyes normally would have strayed to Draco's cock eventually anyway, but his eyes snapped immediately there and he looked back up at his husband's face. "Want to shag?" he asked with a hint of a grin, thinking that perhaps Draco might answer this question.
"I am going to fuck you," Draco said, flicking the wand in his hand and casting the spell to remove his husband’s clothes.
Harry gasped quietly and his blood boiled hot at once. "Good," he said, putting his feet flat on the bed and then spreading his legs. He raised an eyebrow. "How do you want me?"
"On your knees, here," Draco said in a strained voice, pointing to the floor in front of him.
Harry held in a lustful groan and moved swiftly from the bed, dropping to his knees a few feet from where Draco had pointed. "You want to fuck me or you want me to suck your cock?" he asked, reaching a hand down to help his rapidly forming erection.
"Yess," Draco hissed, reaching to grab Harry's hair and pull him forward.
Harry couldn't help the moan that escaped him as Draco pulled his hair. Wasting no time, he trailed his lips along Draco's erection before grasping it and covering it with his mouth, looking up through his lashes and the fringe that never stayed out of his eyes.
Draco's posture was still rigid and he ground his teeth together as he sucked in a quick breath.
"Mmmm," Harry moaned, moving his mouth down as far on Draco as he could. "You want to fuck me with this cock?" he asked in a husky whisper as he drew back, tonguing the tip. "Hard and good with this thick fucking cock?" He descended upon it again, his eyes falling closed.
"Yes," Draco whispered, still barely able to talk, his breath speeding up as his lover sucked him.
Harry ran his free hand smoothly and slowly up Draco's leg and hip, resting it at the bone as he bobbed his head, torn between wanting Draco to come in his mouth or his arse.
Draco hissed and yanked Harry's head back by his hair. "Bend over the bed, feet on the floor," he ordered.
Harry was panting with his efforts and nodded quickly. "Yes, sir," he said, voice deep. He scrambled over to the bed and picked himself up, only to throw himself over the edge of it, spreading his legs wide as he looked over his shoulder at Draco.
Draco moved up behind his husband and looked down at him. He did the Lube Charm and slicked his cock quickly. "Prepare yourself while I watch," he said.
Harry had no idea what had put Draco in such a mood, but he liked it. A lot. Lubing his fingers with the usual quick, silent, wandless spell, he reached behind himself and pressed the fingers in, locking eyes with Draco as he did. He let out a moan of longing and licked his lips. "I can still taste you," he said, panting slightly already.
Draco stepped up, watching as Harry fingered himself. His cock twitched and he barely held himself in check, waiting.
Harry moaned again, pushing the fingers in deeper. "Fuck," he hissed, heart beating madly and his cock seemingly trying to match it with its throbbing. "Fuck, I can't wait for that cock to be in me." It was very true and he moved quickly with his slick fingers adding another but then pulling them all out a moment later. He gripped the covers, thinking that would be sign enough to tell Draco he was ready.
As soon as Harry removed his fingers, Draco pushed his cock against that slick hole. He grabbed Harry's hips and thrust in hard, groaning as he did.
Harry jerked forward with Draco's thrust. "Fuck, yeah!" he shouted, panting heavily now and gripping the covers even tighter. "Again."
Draco closed his eyes and lost himself in Harry. He began thrusting hard and deep. Harder than he had ever fucked before.
Harry cried out loudly as Draco fucked him, his voice growing hoarse. "Fuck!" he screamed, the only word besides Draco's name he seemed to be able to say.
Draco worked himself into a frenzy, sweat pouring down his body as he fucked Harry. His eyes were tightly closed, concentrating entirely on the feel of Harry's body and magic as he thrust. He was growling now, unaware of even the noises he made.
Harry felt like he could very nearly take no more, both his throbbing, aching cock and quite literally, his arse. He squeezed his eyes shut and ground his teeth together as he came hard, spurting on the covers that hung over the side of the bed.
Harry's muscles clenched around him as Draco drove himself inside again and just as the other man's magic roared over him, brought the blond screaming over that edge. His fingers dug into Harry's hips and his body arched. He screamed wordlessly as he came.
Harry grunted as Draco released, his eyes still tightly shut.
Draco collapsed forward onto Harry's back, his heart pounding in his ears and his breathing hoarse and ragged.
Harry remained still beneath Draco, his arms thrown out on either side of himself as he panted.
Draco shuddered and moaned, his body releasing tension now in the aftermath of his orgasm. He pressed his face to Harry's back and curled his arms in close so that he had as much contact with Harry's skin as possible.
Harry slowly opened his eyes again and let out all of the air in his lungs quickly, pinned by Draco's weight. "Holy shit," he said quietly, feeling a little dazed.
Draco just focused on breathing, trying to slow it down and pull himself back together.
Harry didn't say anything after that. He remained still, knowing that he was going to be sore.
After several minutes of breathing and holding Harry, Draco felt more himself. He pushed up a bit from the bed, withdrawing from his lover's body and rolling over onto his back.
Harry groaned as Draco pulled out of him and still didn't move. He simply turned his head to look at him.
Draco lay staring up into the canopy, looking for perhaps the millionth time at the H carved there.
After a few moments of staring at Draco, Harry weakly lifted himself and winced as he moved onto the bed and gingerly lowered himself against Draco's side, sighing.
Draco brought his arm around Harry, pulling him close and snug against him.
Harry smiled gently and kissed Draco's neck. "Merlin, you're good at that," he said, giving Draco a crooked grin.
Draco looked down at him and raised an eyebrow. "Fucking you raw?" he asked.
Harry let out a happy-sounding hum and nodded.
Draco smiled. "You are crazy, you know," he said.
Harry's smile grew. "That's what they say," he replied.
"I am crazy about you," Draco whispered.
Harry's face simply retained his happy smile. "Very good," he said, kissing Draco again.
Draco kissed his husband gently and sighed.
Harry settled down against Draco a bit more and gently threw a leg over him. "So it is destroyed then?" he asked, staring at Draco's face.
"Yes," Draco said, running his fingers through Harry's thick locks.
Harry took a deep breath and held it for a second. "I feel ... so much closer," he said quietly. "I mean, I guess I am so much closer but ... it's felt like I would never get this close even, and now I'm nearly at the end. It's a bit ... disconcerting to say the least."
"To say the least," Draco replied, a shiver going down his spine.
Harry nodded slowly and was silent for a few moments, a small frown on his face. "Do you feel ... old?" he asked seriously.
"Old? I fuck you like that and you ask me if I am old?" Draco snorted.
Harry smiled gently. "Not old in that way," he said, shaking his head. "Just ... older, I guess."
Draco was quiet for a minute. "I know what you mean," he said. "Seventeen, already married with a baby, and fighting a war."
"Yeah," Harry said with a slightly amused breath. "I don't have any regrets at all. I wouldn't trade any of this for anything, but I don't feel seventeen - whatever seventeen's supposed to feel like."
There was a pop and Babb appeared beside the bed.
Harry groaned and simply covered his face. He wasn't as uncomfortable being naked around the elves anymore, but he still didn't like it at all.
"Yes?" Draco asked the house-elf, smirking at his blushing husband.
"Master Valen is needing food. That is what young Mrs Weasley be saying," she said, bowing.
Harry nodded from behind his hand. "Tell her she can bring him up," he mumbled.
"Yes, Master Harry," she said, and was gone.
Draco chuckled. "It's safe to come out now."
Harry rolled his eyes and dropped his hand. He found it a bit funny that he had been having a conversation about not feeling seventeen that was interrupted to feed his baby. He snorted at the thought. "One of us needs to get some trousers on to get Valen, and my arse hurts." He smiled sweetly at Draco.
"Lazy arse." Draco grinned, smacking said bottom lightly. "I'll get Valen," he added.
Harry grinned too and wiggled halfway under the covers before turning slightly to pile pillows to lean against.
Draco rolled out of bed and put his dressing gown on, padding barefoot to the sitting room to meet Fleur.
He only had to wait a few minutes before there was a knock on the sitting room door.
Draco answered the door, a small smile on his face.
Fleur stood there, looking stunning even with her hair thrown up carelessly. She beamed at Draco as she handed the slightly fussy Valen over to him. "'E iz a such a good little one," she said, staring at the baby fondly. "I even weesh I deed not 'ave to bring 'im back up 'ere." She let out her tinkling laugh.
"Merce', Madame," Draco said, taking the infant from her.
She nodded. "I weel take 'im whenever you like eef you ever need anyone to, although I suppose you do not need to do much to get a babyseetter." She smiled at Valen and waved goodbye to him with one finger.
Valen was whimpering and reaching past Draco toward the bedroom. "I will get him to Harry," he said, smirking. When he had closed the door he looked down at this son. "You can feel him, can't you?" he asked as they walked to the other room.
Harry looked up and smiled when Draco entered. He held his arms out for Valen. "Come to Daddy Harry, you little piggy," he said fondly.
Draco frowned. "What did you just call my son?" he asked.
Harry let out a laugh. "Kid eats all the time," he said. "My bloody nipples hurt, even with Healing Charms."
"Be good and I will kiss them for you." Draco waggled his eyebrows and settled Valen against his chest.
Harry laughed again and winced a bit as Valen latched right on.
Draco got that sappy look again as he lay down on the bed and watched his little family. He didn't know what seventeen was supposed to feel like, but he never expected to be this happy ever.
"Ow," Harry exclaimed quietly in pretend indignance. "Merlin, son. Suck harder, why don't you?"
Draco sputtered and started laughing.
Harry chuckled at Draco. "He's like a Hoover," he said with raised eyebrows.
"Never had any complaints about me," Draco said, laughing harder.
"You don't latch on every few hours and suck for several minutes at a time," Harry countered, still looking at Draco amusedly.
"Is that a complaint now?" Draco continued chuckling.
"Absolutely not," Harry answered, smiling and kissing Valen on the forehead.
Draco took a big breath and let out a happy sigh, his chin in his hands as he looked at them. "I love you," he said.
Harry flashed a white smile. "I love you," he said. "And I love you too, Daddy," he said in a high-pitched voice, wiggling Valen's little hand at Draco. Valen stared up at him and it almost looked like the baby raised his eyebrows. Harry laughed happily.
Draco arched an eyebrow at his strange husband. "Harry," he asked, "what's a Hoover?"
[If you have reached this far, you have, in all probability, read four books in this series now. (Draco is snarking something about voyeuristic Muggles who need to get a life, but pay no attention to that.) Book five, Harry Potter and The Serpent King, is the next segment of this saga. It won't be easy or without cost, but in The Serpent King, Harry (and Draco) finally face and defeat Voldemort!
There is also a yahoo groups mailing list with updates about current and future writings by Slashpervert and co-authors. Feel free to sign up at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/slashpervert_fiction/ .]
Chapter Title: Beyond Their Years
Words: 2357 Words
Harry was still staring at the closed door that his friends had just left through. "What ...?" he said, but he didn't really know what to ask.
Draco sat down on the sofa and waited. He knew Harry would have questions.
Harry looked back at Draco and shuffled over to sit next to him. Still looking confused, he said, "Is she okay?"
Draco thought about the question. "Yes," he said. "She did what she needed to do."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Did it work?" he asked, although he figured it had.
Draco stood up and held his hands out to his husband. "Yes, it did," he said.
Looking up at Draco for a moment, Harry took his hands and pulled himself up. "Who did she kill?" he asked, looking at his husband seriously.
"My uncle," Draco answered, then began leading his husband to their bedroom.
Harry followed, but still had questions. "Where is it?" he asked, noticing that Draco didn't seem to have the dagger.
"It belongs to her now," Draco said, closing their bedroom door. He then sat down on the bed and removed his shoes and socks.
Harry frowned and gave a shrug. "I thought we were giving the stuff to the school," he said, kicking off his shoes as well and then climbing into bed.
Draco stood and began removing his clothes.
Harry simply watched as Draco undressed himself, thinking that he could do it in two seconds if he wanted to remove his own clothes. "What did you do with the body?" he asked.
Draco laid the last of his clothes aside, and turned to face his husband. He waited to see how Harry would react to his arousal at his point.
Harry's eyes normally would have strayed to Draco's cock eventually anyway, but his eyes snapped immediately there and he looked back up at his husband's face. "Want to shag?" he asked with a hint of a grin, thinking that perhaps Draco might answer this question.
"I am going to fuck you," Draco said, flicking the wand in his hand and casting the spell to remove his husband’s clothes.
Harry gasped quietly and his blood boiled hot at once. "Good," he said, putting his feet flat on the bed and then spreading his legs. He raised an eyebrow. "How do you want me?"
"On your knees, here," Draco said in a strained voice, pointing to the floor in front of him.
Harry held in a lustful groan and moved swiftly from the bed, dropping to his knees a few feet from where Draco had pointed. "You want to fuck me or you want me to suck your cock?" he asked, reaching a hand down to help his rapidly forming erection.
"Yess," Draco hissed, reaching to grab Harry's hair and pull him forward.
Harry couldn't help the moan that escaped him as Draco pulled his hair. Wasting no time, he trailed his lips along Draco's erection before grasping it and covering it with his mouth, looking up through his lashes and the fringe that never stayed out of his eyes.
Draco's posture was still rigid and he ground his teeth together as he sucked in a quick breath.
"Mmmm," Harry moaned, moving his mouth down as far on Draco as he could. "You want to fuck me with this cock?" he asked in a husky whisper as he drew back, tonguing the tip. "Hard and good with this thick fucking cock?" He descended upon it again, his eyes falling closed.
"Yes," Draco whispered, still barely able to talk, his breath speeding up as his lover sucked him.
Harry ran his free hand smoothly and slowly up Draco's leg and hip, resting it at the bone as he bobbed his head, torn between wanting Draco to come in his mouth or his arse.
Draco hissed and yanked Harry's head back by his hair. "Bend over the bed, feet on the floor," he ordered.
Harry was panting with his efforts and nodded quickly. "Yes, sir," he said, voice deep. He scrambled over to the bed and picked himself up, only to throw himself over the edge of it, spreading his legs wide as he looked over his shoulder at Draco.
Draco moved up behind his husband and looked down at him. He did the Lube Charm and slicked his cock quickly. "Prepare yourself while I watch," he said.
Harry had no idea what had put Draco in such a mood, but he liked it. A lot. Lubing his fingers with the usual quick, silent, wandless spell, he reached behind himself and pressed the fingers in, locking eyes with Draco as he did. He let out a moan of longing and licked his lips. "I can still taste you," he said, panting slightly already.
Draco stepped up, watching as Harry fingered himself. His cock twitched and he barely held himself in check, waiting.
Harry moaned again, pushing the fingers in deeper. "Fuck," he hissed, heart beating madly and his cock seemingly trying to match it with its throbbing. "Fuck, I can't wait for that cock to be in me." It was very true and he moved quickly with his slick fingers adding another but then pulling them all out a moment later. He gripped the covers, thinking that would be sign enough to tell Draco he was ready.
As soon as Harry removed his fingers, Draco pushed his cock against that slick hole. He grabbed Harry's hips and thrust in hard, groaning as he did.
Harry jerked forward with Draco's thrust. "Fuck, yeah!" he shouted, panting heavily now and gripping the covers even tighter. "Again."
Draco closed his eyes and lost himself in Harry. He began thrusting hard and deep. Harder than he had ever fucked before.
Harry cried out loudly as Draco fucked him, his voice growing hoarse. "Fuck!" he screamed, the only word besides Draco's name he seemed to be able to say.
Draco worked himself into a frenzy, sweat pouring down his body as he fucked Harry. His eyes were tightly closed, concentrating entirely on the feel of Harry's body and magic as he thrust. He was growling now, unaware of even the noises he made.
Harry felt like he could very nearly take no more, both his throbbing, aching cock and quite literally, his arse. He squeezed his eyes shut and ground his teeth together as he came hard, spurting on the covers that hung over the side of the bed.
Harry's muscles clenched around him as Draco drove himself inside again and just as the other man's magic roared over him, brought the blond screaming over that edge. His fingers dug into Harry's hips and his body arched. He screamed wordlessly as he came.
Harry grunted as Draco released, his eyes still tightly shut.
Draco collapsed forward onto Harry's back, his heart pounding in his ears and his breathing hoarse and ragged.
Harry remained still beneath Draco, his arms thrown out on either side of himself as he panted.
Draco shuddered and moaned, his body releasing tension now in the aftermath of his orgasm. He pressed his face to Harry's back and curled his arms in close so that he had as much contact with Harry's skin as possible.
Harry slowly opened his eyes again and let out all of the air in his lungs quickly, pinned by Draco's weight. "Holy shit," he said quietly, feeling a little dazed.
Draco just focused on breathing, trying to slow it down and pull himself back together.
Harry didn't say anything after that. He remained still, knowing that he was going to be sore.
After several minutes of breathing and holding Harry, Draco felt more himself. He pushed up a bit from the bed, withdrawing from his lover's body and rolling over onto his back.
Harry groaned as Draco pulled out of him and still didn't move. He simply turned his head to look at him.
Draco lay staring up into the canopy, looking for perhaps the millionth time at the H carved there.
After a few moments of staring at Draco, Harry weakly lifted himself and winced as he moved onto the bed and gingerly lowered himself against Draco's side, sighing.
Draco brought his arm around Harry, pulling him close and snug against him.
Harry smiled gently and kissed Draco's neck. "Merlin, you're good at that," he said, giving Draco a crooked grin.
Draco looked down at him and raised an eyebrow. "Fucking you raw?" he asked.
Harry let out a happy-sounding hum and nodded.
Draco smiled. "You are crazy, you know," he said.
Harry's smile grew. "That's what they say," he replied.
"I am crazy about you," Draco whispered.
Harry's face simply retained his happy smile. "Very good," he said, kissing Draco again.
Draco kissed his husband gently and sighed.
Harry settled down against Draco a bit more and gently threw a leg over him. "So it is destroyed then?" he asked, staring at Draco's face.
"Yes," Draco said, running his fingers through Harry's thick locks.
Harry took a deep breath and held it for a second. "I feel ... so much closer," he said quietly. "I mean, I guess I am so much closer but ... it's felt like I would never get this close even, and now I'm nearly at the end. It's a bit ... disconcerting to say the least."
"To say the least," Draco replied, a shiver going down his spine.
Harry nodded slowly and was silent for a few moments, a small frown on his face. "Do you feel ... old?" he asked seriously.
"Old? I fuck you like that and you ask me if I am old?" Draco snorted.
Harry smiled gently. "Not old in that way," he said, shaking his head. "Just ... older, I guess."
Draco was quiet for a minute. "I know what you mean," he said. "Seventeen, already married with a baby, and fighting a war."
"Yeah," Harry said with a slightly amused breath. "I don't have any regrets at all. I wouldn't trade any of this for anything, but I don't feel seventeen - whatever seventeen's supposed to feel like."
There was a pop and Babb appeared beside the bed.
Harry groaned and simply covered his face. He wasn't as uncomfortable being naked around the elves anymore, but he still didn't like it at all.
"Yes?" Draco asked the house-elf, smirking at his blushing husband.
"Master Valen is needing food. That is what young Mrs Weasley be saying," she said, bowing.
Harry nodded from behind his hand. "Tell her she can bring him up," he mumbled.
"Yes, Master Harry," she said, and was gone.
Draco chuckled. "It's safe to come out now."
Harry rolled his eyes and dropped his hand. He found it a bit funny that he had been having a conversation about not feeling seventeen that was interrupted to feed his baby. He snorted at the thought. "One of us needs to get some trousers on to get Valen, and my arse hurts." He smiled sweetly at Draco.
"Lazy arse." Draco grinned, smacking said bottom lightly. "I'll get Valen," he added.
Harry grinned too and wiggled halfway under the covers before turning slightly to pile pillows to lean against.
Draco rolled out of bed and put his dressing gown on, padding barefoot to the sitting room to meet Fleur.
He only had to wait a few minutes before there was a knock on the sitting room door.
Draco answered the door, a small smile on his face.
Fleur stood there, looking stunning even with her hair thrown up carelessly. She beamed at Draco as she handed the slightly fussy Valen over to him. "'E iz a such a good little one," she said, staring at the baby fondly. "I even weesh I deed not 'ave to bring 'im back up 'ere." She let out her tinkling laugh.
"Merce', Madame," Draco said, taking the infant from her.
She nodded. "I weel take 'im whenever you like eef you ever need anyone to, although I suppose you do not need to do much to get a babyseetter." She smiled at Valen and waved goodbye to him with one finger.
Valen was whimpering and reaching past Draco toward the bedroom. "I will get him to Harry," he said, smirking. When he had closed the door he looked down at this son. "You can feel him, can't you?" he asked as they walked to the other room.
Harry looked up and smiled when Draco entered. He held his arms out for Valen. "Come to Daddy Harry, you little piggy," he said fondly.
Draco frowned. "What did you just call my son?" he asked.
Harry let out a laugh. "Kid eats all the time," he said. "My bloody nipples hurt, even with Healing Charms."
"Be good and I will kiss them for you." Draco waggled his eyebrows and settled Valen against his chest.
Harry laughed again and winced a bit as Valen latched right on.
Draco got that sappy look again as he lay down on the bed and watched his little family. He didn't know what seventeen was supposed to feel like, but he never expected to be this happy ever.
"Ow," Harry exclaimed quietly in pretend indignance. "Merlin, son. Suck harder, why don't you?"
Draco sputtered and started laughing.
Harry chuckled at Draco. "He's like a Hoover," he said with raised eyebrows.
"Never had any complaints about me," Draco said, laughing harder.
"You don't latch on every few hours and suck for several minutes at a time," Harry countered, still looking at Draco amusedly.
"Is that a complaint now?" Draco continued chuckling.
"Absolutely not," Harry answered, smiling and kissing Valen on the forehead.
Draco took a big breath and let out a happy sigh, his chin in his hands as he looked at them. "I love you," he said.
Harry flashed a white smile. "I love you," he said. "And I love you too, Daddy," he said in a high-pitched voice, wiggling Valen's little hand at Draco. Valen stared up at him and it almost looked like the baby raised his eyebrows. Harry laughed happily.
Draco arched an eyebrow at his strange husband. "Harry," he asked, "what's a Hoover?"
[If you have reached this far, you have, in all probability, read four books in this series now. (Draco is snarking something about voyeuristic Muggles who need to get a life, but pay no attention to that.) Book five, Harry Potter and The Serpent King, is the next segment of this saga. It won't be easy or without cost, but in The Serpent King, Harry (and Draco) finally face and defeat Voldemort!
There is also a yahoo groups mailing list with updates about current and future writings by Slashpervert and co-authors. Feel free to sign up at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/slashpervert_fiction/ .]