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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 sharp nip on the sensitive skin of his inner thigh woke Draco the next morning. Lying on his stomach was not the way he normally slept, but it seemed that Harry had taken full advantage of his position and Draco's body was reacting already: his breathing increasing, his skin tingling with building desire and his cock hardening against the mattress. His breath hissed between his teeth at a particularly sharp jab of desire, causing Harry to chuckle against his leg. Squinting his eyes open, Draco blinked at the clock until he was sure it was saying what it appeared to be saying. 7:38. He shook his head.
“Did you turn my alarm off?”
It took a few seconds for Harry to respond as he slid up the bed, his hands trailing light touches along Draco's ribs. Draco shivered involuntarily, causing Harry to laugh again, this time against the back of Draco's neck. Instead of replying immediately, Harry brushed his lips against the nape of Draco's neck, sending a series of tremors through him.
“I may have.”
Draco wriggled a little as Harry briefly settled on top of him, enjoying the strange sensation of having someone else’s weight on his back. “What if my ingredients all die?”
“You’ll yell at me and grow some more.”
Laughter bubbled up out of Draco as Harry returned to his exploration of his back. Images of the day before began to cross Draco’s mind as he gave in to the pleasurable sensations Harry was causing. The courtroom after the verdict was a little fuzzy for him, with faces blurring together in the media frenzy that had surrounded them. He clearly remembered the Weaselette letting out a high-pitched shriek after the verdict had been handed down, but Draco had been much more focussed on Harry by that point. He also knew that flashes had gone off when he had forgotten himself and kissed Harry right there in front of everyone, so he had to figure that that was the picture they would use for the front of the newspapers that morning.
That thought brought back what they still had to do that day and Draco had to resist a sigh. They were due back at the lawyer’s offices that afternoon so Harry and Ginevra could formally dissolve their marriage; the court had signed off on a contested divorce the day before due to Ginevra’s reluctance. Richardson had somehow managed to convince the court to not force Harry to go through another case just to get divorced when they had more than enough evidence from the current case to prove that a divorce was necessary. Harry was also using the time today to allow the children one last opportunity to see their Mother before she was taken to the facility.
Draco was quite wary of Ginevra’s motives still – despite the fact that they had won the case – and was absolutely determined that she would not be allowed to be alone with Harry at any point that day. Then there was Edwards, who Draco hadn’t liked the look of since he had first laid eyes on him. There was something niggling in the back of his mind that–
“Draco?”
Draco drew in a deep breath as he was dragged back to reality. “Mmm?”
“Stop thinking.”
The words were huffed over the skin on the back of Draco's knees, causing another shiver to trail along his spine. Forcing his mind away from Ginevra and Edwards, Draco rolled over. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face, despite the fact that he knew that Harry couldn’t see it.
“Make me.”
Harry seemed to take this as the challenge Draco had intended it to be, as his hands trailed slowly up the inside of Draco's thighs again. When Harry stopped and simply hovered over him, Draco raised the covers to see him grinning at him. His heart seemed to skip a beat when Harry flicked his tongue out and licked a stripe up his cock.
“It will be my absolute pleasure.”
The roughness to Harry’s voice sent another shiver down Draco's spine, but he didn’t get to focus on it for long. Harry’s technique had improved incredibly since the first time they had tried this in the kitchen of Grimmauld and Draco found his mind clearing of anything but the desire that was taking him over. He kept the covers raised so he could see Harry as he licked all sense out of him, his lips and tongue trailing up and down Draco's shaft. Harry’s hands seemed to be everywhere but nowhere at the same time: brushing against Draco's ribs, trailing down to rub along his legs, and gripping his hips; it was nice, but not enough compared to the fire burning brightly in his stomach. Consequently, it wasn’t until Harry drew him into the heat of his mouth that Draco really began to lose his focus on the world surrounding him. Soon enough, his arms began to shake with the effort it was taking to keep focussed enough to keep them up. Throwing the covers to the floor, Draco lay back against the pillows, his eyes squeezed shut again.
“I’ll catch cold like this.”
Draco groaned. “Don’t you fucking stop, Potter…”
He could have sworn he felt Harry grin against his shaft before his cock was engulfed in wet warmth again. The brush of Harry’s fingers against his swollen balls had Draco's legs spreading automatically, giving him better access. He dug his heels into the mattress, raising himself up to Harry’s mouth as the pressure built in his stomach. A deep chuckle vibrated through Draco's cock, causing his stomach muscles to clench. Harry’s free hand moved to grip Draco's arse, holding him up as well as sending more jolts of lust through him as he squeezed. It was in that moment that Draco knew it was going to be too much; that if Harry didn’t stop, a blowjob would be all he got out of the morning. His eyes flew open to see Harry watching him, his pupils blown wide.
“Harry…” Draco reached out, knowing he had to stop him.
“Mmm?”
“Ah, fuck…” Draco's stomach muscles clenched again and he held back his orgasm by sheer willpower alone. “I – I…”
Thankfully, Harry seemed to take pity on him, lowering him back to the bed and depriving him of any form of stimulation. Draco simply lay there for a while, trying desperately to catch his breath. He had no idea how long he took, but a small sound caught his attention. Turning, the sight before him had Draco's breath leaving him in a rush: Harry lying flat on his back, his hand slowly stroking his cock and his eyes pinned on Draco.
“Come here.”
Draco was completely incapable of disobeying the request even if he had wanted to. Rolling over, he supported his weight on one arm while the other trailed down to slide inside of Harry. He grinned when he realised that Harry had already cast the charms, knowing that that must have been what he had heard.
“Don’t tease me.”
Draco grinned. “As you wish.”
Leaning down, he sealed their lips together in a soft kiss. It seemed Harry wasn’t in the mood for soft, however, as he spread his thighs and wrapped his legs around Draco's waist, digging his heels into Draco's thighs and moulding their bodies together as much as possible with his hand still between them. Positioning himself against Harry’s body, Draco slid slowly inside, enjoying the feeling of Harry’s tightness surrounding his cock. Huffing out a noise that sounded like approval to Draco's ears, Harry adjusted his position, obviously trying to get comfortable with Draco on top of him and his hand still moving on his cock. The fire that had been building in Draco flared again as he felt Harry’s hand moving against his stomach, stroking himself increasingly faster.
“Harry…”
“Move.”
Draco obeyed mindlessly. He rested his forehead against Harry’s, their breath mingling as he found his rhythm. Draco's free hand moved restlessly until Harry grabbed it and laced their fingers together, holding them out to the side. It was an odd sensation – he had never held a partner’s hand while fucking them before – but it brought another level of intimacy that had Draco groaning. The sound blended with the small moans Harry was beginning to make, letting Draco know that he was getting close.
“Harry…”
“Mmm, close… Little more…”
Angling his hips, Draco aimed for Harry’s prostate. The combination of the sound and scent of sex with the built-up need in Draco's stomach was proving to be too much and he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. All it took was one hit to Harry’s prostate to have him spurting his release all over them. Draco followed shortly behind him, groaning deep in his throat as he finally allowed himself to let go. He collapsed down on top of Harry, completely unable to support his own weight any longer.
How long they stayed like that, Draco had no idea, but the sounds of feet running along the corridor outside their room jerked him out of the blissful mindlessness that always followed his orgasm. Letting out a groan that had nothing to do with pleasure, he rolled off Harry and cast a rough cleaning charm. Turning his head, he smiled as he watched Harry attempting to come back to reality.
“Dray…”
Draco shook his head. That ridiculous nickname appeared to have stuck: he was definitely going to have to have a word with Astoria about this. An idea popped into his mind as he watched Harry run a hand over his chest and scowl when he realised that the rough charm Draco had cast had left him sticky.
“Come shower.”
Harry turned glazed eyes on him, sending a sense of smug satisfaction through Draco's stomach. “Together?”
“I’d offer to lick it off but, in my experience, you never feel clean after that.” It was a struggle, but Draco managed to keep a straight face as he answered. “It is always an option, though.”
Looking as though he was trying to sort through the words, Harry blinked blearily for a few seconds. A loud shriek of laughter from down the hall seemed to clear his mind, though, and he rolled over to pin Draco to the bed.
“Do you think of anything besides getting me wet and naked?”
Draco's breath left him as the dual meaning of Harry’s words hit him. “Would you have it any other way?”
The kiss Harry drew him into was more than enough answer.
*~*
The moving picture of the two of them kissing on the front of the Daily Prophet seemed to never have to pause for breath. As disconcerting as it was to know that nearly everyone in the wizarding world was being treated to the sight of he and Draco making out, Harry found the sight of the picture strangely erotic. Which was exactly why he had very determinedly avoided looking at it that morning after the first glance he had taken over breakfast.
Thanks to the way the day had begun, Harry had been in a cheerful mood that not even the prospect of seeing Ginny again had been able to dampen. That feeling was slowly being taken over by nerves now, as he stood in front of the fireplace in Grimmauld. Kingsley had gotten him special permission to connect his fireplace to the one in the lobby of the lawyer’s office for the day and the kids had just stepped through, hopefully to be met by Molly and Arthur on the other side. Harry smiled when he was dragged out of his thoughts by a pair of warm arms wrapping around his waist.
“They’ll be fine.”
Draco's voice was low, widening Harry’s smile. Leaning back against Draco's chest for a few seconds allowed Harry to get a tighter grip on his nerves and he turned to see Draco smiling at him.
“I know. It’s not them who she was aiming at hurting, anyway.”
Watching the change in Draco's expressions was always fascinating now that he was allowed to see them. The hardening of his eyes this time told Harry that Draco would brook no argument over what he was about to say.
“If she wants to see you, I’m going in with you. I don’t trust her.”
Harry couldn’t help the small amused sound he made, nor the wide grin at Draco's raised eyebrow. He leant in to press their lips together briefly.
“Thank you.”
It turned out that Molly and Arthur were waiting for them to step through the floo and Harry had to fight back a blush as Molly’s eyes flicked between him and Draco. All three of the children were sitting on chairs on the opposite side of the lobby, Lily kicking her legs out so her floaty, floral-patterned dress seemed to billow out in front of her. Having satisfied himself that they were fine, Harry wrapped an arm loosely around Draco's waist before smiling a greeting to his soon-to-be ex-in-laws. Engaging in small talk with Molly and Arthur seemed to be the easiest thing in the world now that he had the weight of the case lifted from his shoulders and Harry found himself wondering if many of their problems over the past few months had been due to stress on both sides. They flitted between meaningless topics such as the latest Quidditch scores, some laws that Percy was trying to help pass and the fact that Charlie was looking to stay for at least a week.
He knew that Molly and Arthur had spent a large amount of time with Ginny the day before after the trial – along with the rest of the Weasley clan – but he had not had time to speak to them. He hadn’t wanted his children to have to see their Mother straight after her losing the case anyway, which was why they were at the lawyer’s offices that afternoon. Allowing them to have this one last time to see her before she was locked up would give them the chance to make a happy memory with her without the presence of guards or the stink of a hospital surrounding them. It wasn’t long after their exchange of pleasantries that Garrett Richardson stepped out of the offices, smiling a wide smile around at them all.
“Good afternoon everyone,” he greeted the room in general. “If you would all follow me, we will get things underway.”
Harry’s nerves jumped again, but he suppressed them as much as he could. This was the very last thing to do with Ginny that he had to deal with before he could move on and he was absolutely determined to just get it over with. The trip through the offices to a private suite of rooms in the back took a surprisingly short amount of time and Harry found himself standing in a small vestibule decorated with comfy-looking armchairs before he knew it.
“Mrs. Potter is waiting for you in here.”
Harry’s head snapped up to see Richardson gesturing to Molly, Arthur and the kids. He smiled reassuringly at Albus as he glanced over his shoulder.
“And now, if you please…”
Draco's hand landed on the small of Harry’s back as he froze when Richardson indicated that they were to follow him. Still, he stood rooted to the spot for a few seconds before his nerves calmed enough to allow him to move.
“It’s alright; it’s almost over.”
The reassurance in Draco's voice sent warmth rushing through Harry and he offered up a small smile in thanks. Richardson led them into a small, sparsely decorated office. There was only one tiny window to illuminate the desk and one chair, leaving a lot of the room in shadow until Richardson lit a torch with his wand.
“This is it, Mr. Potter.” Richardson smiled wide at him after Draco had closed the door behind himself. “Here is the paperwork to finally dissolve your marriage to Ginevra. The Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot signed off on a contested divorce yesterday; all it requires is your signature to be official.”
Harry had to take a deep breath to steady his roiling stomach as he looked at the papers before him. After all this time, it was such a simple process: he put his signature to these pieces of paper and that was the end of his marriage. A strong sense of excitement flooded through his veins as he took the quill from Richardson. Less than thirty seconds – and three signatures – later, it was done.
“Congratulations, Mr. Potter, you are now officially divorced.”
The words seemed to not want to penetrate Harry’s mind properly, but he found himself smiling and shaking Richardson’s hand anyway. When it was just he and Draco left in the room, Harry took a steadying breath.
“I’m divorced.”
“Yes.”
He met Draco's eyes. “And you proposed.”
The grin Draco offered up appeared more devious than anything else. “That I did.”
His skin tingling with what felt like a combination of excitement and relief, Harry stepped forward until he was standing just in front of Draco. “So that would make me–”
He trailed off with a gasp as Draco's arms circled around his waist and pulled him to his chest. Draco's eyes flashed as he grinned.
“Mine.”
Helpless laughter bubbled up out of Harry just before their lips met in a harsh kiss. Divorced; he was finally divorced and free of Ginny. Wrapping his arms around Draco's shoulders, he surrendered to the kiss, allowing Draco to control their pace. The feeling of relief that was spreading through Harry’s body was relaxing muscles that felt as though they had been tensed for months at that point and he sagged into the embrace.
“Draco…” He drew the syllables out, knowing the effect it had on Draco.
“I love you.”
“I know.”
Harry could hear the laughter in his voice and he let it out when Draco grinned in response. The sharp sound of boot heels on the tiled floor outside the door brought him back to reality, however, and he sighed. They still had other things to deal with before they could celebrate this small victory. He stepped back from the embrace just before the door opened.
“Mr. Potter, I’m sorry to interrupt, but I’ve been sent to bring you to the other office. Mrs. Potter wishes to have a private word with you.”
Harry’s stomach sunk so fast it felt as though he was about to bring up his lunch. The young man who was standing in the doorway – an intern judging by his age – stared at him with building panic before Draco stepped up to him and, with a quick smile and apology, closed the door in his face.
“Harry, if you continue to lose colour that quickly, they’ll call for the Healers.”
Groaning, Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. “This isn’t going to be pretty.”
“No, but you won’t be doing it alone.”
The stubborn glint to Draco's eyes and tone of voice had Harry smiling. The intern was still standing outside the door, wringing his hands in front of him, when Harry reopened the door.
“Sorry about that,” Harry muttered and received a relieved smile. “Do you want us to just head on in?”
“Uh…” The young man paused, glancing cautiously to Draco. “She specifically said that it was just to be you.”
“In that case, you can inform her that she won’t be seeing anyone else today. Thank you.”
The clipped tone to Draco's voice caused the young man to flinch. He glanced to Harry as though looking for confirmation of Draco's words.
“I – uh–”
“She’s ready to see you, Mr. Potter.”
Harry turned from the young man, who seemed incredibly relieved to have the two of them taken off his hands. Walking out of the office behind all three of his children was Barrister Edwards. The smarmy smile that had sent Harry’s stomach roiling with disgust in the courtroom was back and it had the exact same effect now as it had then. Ignoring Edwards for the time being, Harry knelt down so he was roughly on eye-level with his kids.
“How are you all?”
It was obvious that Lily had been crying and that the boys were probably about as close to tears as they had been in public for a while now. Harry chose to fuss over the three of them, pointedly snubbing Edwards as he stood waiting for him to respond. He spent as long as he possibly could speaking to them in a low voice that he knew would only sound like mumbles to Edwards. It wasn’t until Albus drifted over to where his Grandparents stood waiting for them that Harry sent the other two off and stood to face Edwards.
“What does she want?”
“To speak to you in private.” Edwards’ eyes trailed up and down Draco before he continued, causing the hairs on the back of Harry’s neck to stand on end. “I would also like a private word with Mr. Malfoy here.”
“No.”
Edwards blinked. “Excuse me?”
Harry offered up a tiny, completely disingenuous smile. “I said no. If Ginny wants a word, then it won’t be in private.”
“And there isn’t the slightest chance in hell that I would go anywhere with you.”
The disgust in Draco's voice was clear and Harry had to suppress a chuckle. He had never once doubted Draco's loyalty to him, but having it stated like that sent a delightful shiver through his stomach. He raised an eyebrow when Edwards glanced back to him.
Edwards sighed. “Fine. Go on in.”
Slight surprise flittered through Harry that he had given in so easily, but he pushed it aside. If they could only get this over and done with, they could leave. The suite of rooms was much warmer than the office Harry had been taken to on his first visit to the offices, with soft chairs and a sideboard full with expensive-looking alcohol. Ginny stood in the middle of the room, her eyes wide in entreaty. She lost the look almost immediately when she glanced over Harry’s shoulder to see Draco entering the room behind him.
“What is he doing here?”
The transformation shouldn’t have surprised him, Harry knew, but it did. Ginny’s features twisted into a grimace for a few seconds before she turned from them. Harry stopped a couple of steps inside the door, not allowing Edwards to close it behind him. He crossed his arms across his chest and stood as impassively as he could manage.
“No, it doesn’t matter. Harry, I…” She trailed off before turning wide, pleading eyes on him. “I’m sorry, alright? All I ever wanted out of this relationship was for you to love me as much as I loved you. I know that what I have done is unacceptable, but I was hoping that maybe we could–”
“I’ve signed the divorce papers, Ginny,” Harry interrupted her, mercilessly ignoring that fact that she appeared to be trying to make everything up to him. After everything that had happened between them, he knew he could never forgive her. “We are officially and legally over.”
Once again the transformation in her features took Harry by surprise. He actually took a small step backwards as she clenched her hands into fists, her eyes flashed with an anger he had rarely seen from anyone, and her lips curled into a snarl.
“You are disgusting. Why I ever thought you wanted me for anything beyond being a baby-making machine is beyond me.” She turned to pace towards the window in the opposite wall before stopping with her back still to them. “I never even wanted children. Did you know that? I had them for you, you ungrateful bastard!”
“Oh!”
Harry’s stomach dropped into his shoes again at the quiet exclamation. Turning slowly, he caught the edge of a horrified look on James’ face before he ran out of the room. Draco took off after him without a word, but Harry turned back to Ginny, letting his anger truly shine through for once.
“You don’t deserve anything you had, you fucking bitch! Those children love you and you have treated them like absolute shit for the past few months. It would serve you right if they never wanted to see you again.”
It was all he could get out before he had to give in to the urge to find James. He sprinted out into the hall, his head swivelling side-to-side. Molly and Arthur stood with Albus and Lily in the vestibule and Molly pointed wordlessly down the hall. Harry nodded before taking off again in search of his son. It didn’t take long until he heard the sound of sobs coming from what looked to be a supply closet. Slowing his pace, Harry clenched his hands as he stopped in the doorway. Draco had managed to catch James and was standing with him in his arms, murmuring quietly in his ear. He offered Harry a helpless look as he entered the room. Harry took James from his arms, holding him close as he sobbed.
“I’ll grab Molly.”
Harry nodded distractedly, his mind already flying through what he could do to make this better.
*~*
It literally took them hours to calm James down that night, not that Draco blamed him for being so upset. He had managed to keep Lily distracted enough so that she missed most of what was happening, but Albus was another matter altogether. He knew James was incredibly upset and, when none of the grownups would tell him why, he had assumed that something bad had happened. This had led to a second set of tears that none of them had been able to quell.
Draco sighed as he lay back in their bed at Grimmauld. His head ached from the constant sound of sobs he had heard over the past hours; his arms and back ached from where Lily had insisted on being carried during a game he was never playing again; and his chest ached with the memories of the horror that had filled James’ face. He had ever seen anyone as devastated as that little twelve-year-old had looked when he had heard that his own Mother hadn’t wanted him.
Thinking he never wanted to move again, he was just starting to finally relax when a small, strange sound from the bathroom forced him up and out of the bed. Moving across the room, he pushed the door open to find Harry with his head resting against the glass of the mirror. Without a word, Draco moved to pull him into an embrace. He smiled when Harry collapsed into his arms with a soft sigh.
“Shh, Harry, it’s all over.”
Burying his face into the crook of Draco's neck, Harry snuffled a little before responding. “Promise?”
Exhaustion was clear in his voice and Draco tightened his grip on him automatically. “You never have to see her again. All that’s left is to heal from the damage she’s caused.”
Harry chuckled quietly against Draco's throat. “Oh, is that all?”
Draco smiled in response. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, inhaling Harry’s scent. A quiet peace fell over them as they stood there, simply enjoying each other’s company. Standing there with Harry in his arms, it was almost possible for Draco to forget everything that had happened that day. Almost. Pulling back and brushing his fingers beneath Harry’s chin, he met his eyes.
“I am so sorry, Harry.”
Squeezing his lips together and his eyes shut, Harry swayed forward to rest their foreheads together. “The kids are innocent in this; they don’t deserve to be treated like this, Dray. I…” He reopened his eyes to pin Draco with a wide-eyed, sad look. “Unless they request it, I’m not letting them anywhere near her.”
Draco nodded silently in response, giving Harry what he wanted in that second. He knew that Harry wouldn’t legally be allowed to deny that bitch access to her children, but if what Harry needed right at that point was for Draco to agree with him, then that was exactly what he would do. They had both been through more than they deserved to have been put through over the past few months and Draco saw no harm in allowing Harry this one little fantasy scenario.
He moved them back into the bedroom after a few minutes. Harry collapsed onto Draco's side of the bed and raised his arm, obviously waiting for Draco to slide in beneath it so he could collapse on top of him. Once Draco had managed it – and Harry had made himself comfortable on top of him – he let out a satisfied sigh.
“I love you.”
The words were whispered and it sounded very much like Harry was damn-near asleep. Draco tightened his grip on Harry’s shoulders.
“Love you, too.”
A soft, sleepy grunt was Harry’s only response. Staring up at the canopy of their bed, Draco took a steadying breath. The past few months had been absolute hell in one way and the best of his life in many others. It really did figure that the memories of the first few months of his relationship with Harry would be marred by the memories of what that bitch had done to them, as well as to Harry’s children. He wouldn’t give it up for anything, though. For the first time in his life, Draco was finally truly happy. He had Harry, he had the beginnings of a whole new family to add to his own and he had his parents’ blessing for it all. He couldn’t have asked for anything else.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews!
This is it, it feels like an end to me. I do have a question, though: do you want to see the wedding?
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