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The Diary - Re-edited	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 23421 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Harry froze, Draco gasped into his mouth and involuntarily twitched. The movement pushed his cock harder against Harry and a low moan spilled from Harry’s mouth. The noise galvanising the two as they sprang apart, faces flaming and heart’s thundering. Draco stammering as he spoke to his father, Harry staring at the floor, reluctant to meet the look that Lucius was bestowing him.

“F…f…f…father…I…we…fuck.” Draco stuttered out, Harry’s eyes shot up at the sound of laughter.

Meeting Lucius’ amused gaze, the aristocratic elder Malfoy was laughing loudly and heartily. Incredulously, the blond seemed to be anything but angry, Harry watched with narrowed eyes waiting for the penny to drop and the man to start shouting. Stunned when Lucius stopped laughing, taking in the matching expressions on his and Draco’s face, he chuckled and wiped his mirth filled eyes.

“My, my Draco,” he shook his head with a fond expression on his face, “You always manage to surprise me,” his grey eyes, a darker shade than Draco’s, Harry noted rested on him, “Though I can see the attraction.”

Draco appeared to visible bristle at Lucius’ appraisal of him, the blond tensed by Harry’s side. Lucius noticed the change in his son’s demeanour and smiled at him, holding up his hands in a sign of surrender.

“It wasn’t meant the way it sounded, I can assure that I have no interest in young Potter here,” he looked at the stunned face of Harry, “No offence, you’re not my type.” there was a hint of laughter in the tone and Harry found himself smiling at the man.

“No offence taken,” Harry offered, his smile widening at his next cheeky words, “You’re too old for me anyway.” Lucius’ face registered surprise and Draco giggled next to Harry. Lucius’ eyes watched his son and Harry saw a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Sirius has no idea what’s going on under his roof ,does he?” Harry’s heart stopped in his chest at the words, convinced that Lucius intended to tell his godfather. Lucius shook his head at Harry, dispelling his thoughts, “I have no intention of outing either of you.” a soft smile was aimed at Draco and Harry felt like he should give them time to talk.

“You’re not mad at me?” Draco whispered, Harry turned and looked at the wide grey eyes. Lucius crossed the room and pulled his son into a hug, Harry started to leave the room.

“Harry, don’t go.” Draco’s voice washed over him and Harry was powerless to resist him. Lucius’ face was kind, a soft expression and a knowing light in his eyes.

“Not to worry Harry, you’re secret is safe with me,” Lucius hugged Draco and Harry’s heart did a strange kind of flip at the blissful look on Draco’s face, “May I suggest that you make proper use of locking and silencing charms…you are fortunate that it was I that found you and not Mrs Weasley.” both teens visibly shuddered that the image of Molly discovering them in a compromising position.

“Mr Malfoy?” Harry cleared his throat, his nerves at the forefront, “Why are you being so reasonable about all this?”

For a moment, Lucius seemed to contemplate his reply and a small smile tweaked the corners of his mouth, his dark grey eyes looked straight at them.

“Let’s just say that I have a new outlook on life,” Harry’s eyes were drawn to the bruises still littering his face, the starburst bruise filling his left eye, “Life is..” he pondered, his face serious and Draco’s features reflected the misery, “It’s too short…follow what your heart tells you.” he offered a smile, though his face was pale and Harry knew that both Malfoy men were remembering things that would be better left forgotten.

“You and Auror Rhyme?” the words fell from Harry’s lips before his brain engaged, Draco turned to look at his father with a stunned expression. If Lucius was shocked by the question he did not show it, face remaining impassive as he answered.

“Yes, we’re involved,” Harry sensed a hesitation in the man, “It is complicated, I would greatly appreciate it if you were to keep it to yourself….the order assume that we have no interaction other than meeting to exchange information.”

“Did mother know?” Draco whispered and his face was pale. Lucius gently tightened the hug, his words soft and understanding, Harry stood feeling like an intruder to a very private moment.

“Yes, she understood and even met Rhyme,” he pressed a tender kiss to the top of Draco’s head, “She was glad that I was happy, we still cared about each other.”

“I know…she had lovers,” Draco murmured, his face blushing and he lowered his eyes, seemingly feeling guilty at knowing the private affairs of his parents, Lucius insisted that he had done nothing wrong, “I’m glad that you’ve found someone.” Harry and Lucius heard the sincerity in his voice.

“I think that we should have a long talk,” Lucius’ voice was strained with emotion and Draco nodded, “I haven’t always been the best father to you,” Lucius held up his hand silencing Draco as he went to interrupt, “But I want to remedy that and try to be there for you, if I may?”

Harry watched with trepidation, Draco silent and his eyes brimmed with tears. Burrowing his face into his father’s chest and nodding. Lucius’ face crumpled as he too began to cry, Harry silently left the room. Realising that they needed time to talk and grieve together.

Head jumbled as he walked into the kitchen to find Molly at work, baking cookies if the smell was anything to go by. Her smiling face automatically made Harry feel happy and content, she ushered for him to sit and try a new batch fresh from the oven.

“Help yourself Harry, be careful though, they’re still a bit hot.” She pressed a glass of milk in his hand and gestured for him to sit by her.

“I thought that you would be at the Burrow,” Harry asked, covering his mouth as he spoke, the cookies were delicious, “Sirius said it was Order business.” A strange expression crossed Molly’s face before she replied and Harry knew that his instincts were right.

Sirius lied to me…why?

“Yes, well dear…they don’t always need me for the meetings.” She muttered and busied herself with tasks around the kitchen. Harry realized that he had been lied to by Molly too.

Why is everyone lying to me?

Brimming with a determination to discover the secrets that he felt were lurking behind the seemingly caring façade. He excused himself, thanking Molly for the cookies and feeling like the smile on his face was rigid with its falseness. Sneaking, quietly into the drawing room and grabbing a handful of floo power, whispering two words.

“The Burrow.” Heart in his mouth and a plausible lie on his lips as he stumbled into the warm Burrow kitchen. Silence filled the room, the place deserted and thankfully devoid of people. Harry let out the held breath trapped in his chest and cautiously walked towards the open door, casting an eye at the clock. Arthur at work, Ron was sleeping, Ginny was out with friends, the twins at the shop and two new additions were in the garden.

Sirius and Remus in the garden?

Harry felt confident that he would not be discovered and walked to the doorway halting when he was a new addition appear on the clock face.

Auror Rhyme is in the garden!

Nervously, Harry leaned to look out of the door, disappointed when initially he could not see any of the men. A flash of movement out of the corner of his eyes led his gaze to the back of the garden, bordering on the fields that surrounded the Burrow. Remus stood with his head down, his hands in his pockets and Harry could sense the despondent mood emanating from the man. Sirius was touching the wolf in a tender gesture, stroking his slumped shoulders and his face was concerned. Neither man appeared to have noticed the obscured figure standing to the side of them, a tree casting them in shadow.

Rhyme

Harry’s heart thundering in his chest, dark robes covered the Auror and he caught a glimpse of a faceless black mask, no features on there except for a small red dragon painted on the right cheek. The vision of the faceless man made Harry shiver remembering back to the words he had heard during the overheard meeting.

The masks were designed to intimidate…hiding the faces of the aurors

The idea was certainly effective as far as Harry was concerned, though it made him more determined to see the auror that had saved Draco and Lucius.

Lucius’ lover

Mouth dry, Harry appraised what he could see of the auror, not too tall, just under six foot and the robes hid the shape of the man. Considering the job that they had to do, Harry assumed that the body hidden underneath was fit and strong. Wishing that the man would remove his mask and talk to the two men, Harry turned to look back at them. Both of them were looking down at something that was out of Harry’s line of sight. Auror Rhyme walked out of the shadows, Harry struggled to hear anything and felt frustrated that he was too far away to catch the words. The auror removed their mask, the face of the man still obscured and Harry cursed his poor position. Remus instantly approached the man, pulling them into a tight hug , stunned Harry was surprised at the comfortable posture of the hugging men. Sirius watched with soft eyes, though Harry caught a brief flash of jealousy. The look vanished as the mysterious man pulled him into a friendly hug. Softly spoken words drifted across to Harry but he could not make out what was being said between the three. It was clear that they were close to each other, the relaxed manner at the greeting and the sad smile on Remus’ face. The moment broken as another faceless man appeared with the crack of apparition.

“Ministry…now.” the new man uttered, Rhyme briefly hugging Remus and Sirius replacing the faceless black mask before disappearing with a pop. Leaving the two men, Remus wiped his eyes and Harry realized that the wolf had been crying. Sirius spoke and held the distressed man in his arms, his eyes off the right looking at something. A breeze carried the words from his godfather, his heart ached at the hushed endearments.

“Remus…oh my Remus…I love you…you know I’m here for you,” Sirius kissed the weeping Remus, “Shall we go back or for a walk?” Remus must have answered and the two men slowly walked into the fields, his godfather holding Remus’ hand. Harry wondered if he would ever be able to walk around holding Draco’s hand, together in the summer sun. His eyes automatically glanced in the direction of where the two men had been staring. A small wooden fence surrounded the Weasley family plot, the graves of their ancestors filled the green area. A black marble gravestone caught Harry’s eye, the stone looked the newest of the graves. Bewildered the inscription on the headstone, no name on the grave and just a date.

Thirteen years ago today…whose grave is this?

His confused and intrigued thoughts interrupted by the sound of voice approaching him. Panicking Harry quickly retreated to the safety of the kitchen, hiding behind the door and watching Remus being held by this godfather. Confused even more by the mystery surrounding the men’s presence at the Burrow and their interest in the nameless grave. Reluctantly and with the knowledge that he could be missed at Grimmauld Place at any moment, Harry approached the floo and mumbled the words to return to the quiet drawing room of the black’s residence.

“You really shouldn’t go off on your own,” Lucius commented, making Harry jump as he turned to look at the cool blond sitting in a comfortable armchair.

“Mmm, I suppose.” Harry huffed, frustrated by the recent developments. Lucius’ eyes looked at him with interest and he indicated that he should join him. Sitting awkwardly on the opposite chair, Harry felt scrutinized by the silent man.

“I sense that something is on your mind, am I right?” Lucius asked and Harry could hear genuine concern in his tone.

“I…well…they…I’m sick of everyone leaving me in the dark about everything!” Harry shouted, stunned at himself for his temper getting the better of him. If Lucius was surprised by his raise voice then he gave no indication, merely frowning for a moment as if deep in thought.

“I can understand your frustration, but may I be frank with you?” he asked tentatively and Harry nodded, “There are sometimes when it’s better not to know everything…secrets are not always a bad thing.”

“Did you know I have a godmother…and that she’s married to or was married to Remus?” Lucius’ eyebrow hitched and Harry concluded that it was news to the man.

“I have to admit that I know very little of Lupin and your parents other than my time at Hogwarts,” he appeared almost apologetic, “Sorry.”

“I hate that they think I don’t need to know anything…I barely know anything about my parents, this is another link to them.” Harry could feel tears staring to build and the blond became flustered, clearly unsure of what to do. Harry was shocked at how easy it was to talk to the man, meeting Lucius’ intrigued gaze and offering him a watery smile. The man sat quietly as Harry poured out his frustration at being left in the dark about his past and future. Lucius made no comment to anything that he said, merely listening and nodding on occasion.

“Harry, if you would like I could make some discreet enquiries with some of my contacts at the ministry?” he seemed honest and full of concern.

Harry sat considering for a moment the offer from the man and slowly nodded his agreement. His heart raced at the prospect of sneaking around and going behind Sirius’ back. Determined with the need to find out the truth, regardless of what he uncovered.

“Are you sure that you want to?” Harry asked tentatively, Lucius smiled and Harry was struck by the likeness between the two Malfoy’s. His thoughts drifting to the image of Draco flushed underneath him, blushing he looked up to met Lucius’ amused gaze, “Why are you helping me?”

“I would have thought that would be obvious,” Lucius’ grey eyes were soft and smiling, “I don’t have to pretend anymore…I’m on your side and of course Draco is smitten with you.” Harry’s chest felt tight at the admission from Lucius, pulse racing at the idea of Draco wanting him.

Smitten? Bloody hell…why does that me make feel happy?

Harry opened his mouth to pursue a conversation with Lucius, preferably finding out the answer to why the blond assumed that his son liked him. The mood broken by the flare of the floo, Professor Snape hitched an eyebrow at the sight of the two of them sitting and having a chat. Dark eyes narrowed when they lit on Harry, the disdain clear in the stare. Harry bristled under the sneering scrutiny from the potion master.

“Potter…Lucius.” He muttered his greeting and Lucius graced him with a stunning smile. The sneering man flushed for a brief moment and Harry was reminded about their previous relationship. Knowing he should be horrified by the mental images that suddenly appeared in his mind, a clear vision of the dark haired man thrusting into the undulating blond. His cock perked up at the fantasy transpiring inside Harry’s flustered imagination, filling with blood and making him squirm uncomfortably. Unable to meet either man’s eyes, Harry looked away only to be brought back into the conversation by the annoyed voice of Snape.

“Potter….Potter…for goodness sake, get your head out of the clouds,” he rolled his obsidian eyes and looked down his impressive nose at him, “I wish to have a private discussion with Mr Malfoy... leave.”

“I live here!” Harry felt his temper fraying at the attitude of the visitor.

“Do not assume to talk like that to me!” Snape’s voice was deep with barely contained malice, “I will not be spoken to in that tone of voice, you arrogant little…” his words halted by Lucius grabbing his arm, roughly and the blonds’ face was angry.

“Stop it now…Severus!” his voice was clipped and admonishing, “He has a right to be in this house.” Their was an edge to Lucius’ tone and Snape sneered at the blond.

Harry huffed his indignation at the potion master and stalked from the room, channelling his inner snarky bastard. A small laugh echoed from behind him and Harry smirked at Lucius’ amusement. The door slammed shut behind him and the muffled voices of the two men made it clear that they were about to engage in a heated argument. Harry leaned and placed his ear against the door, the voices clearer.

“How dare you undermine me…you have no right!” Snape’s deep voice was filled with venom.

“It is you that have no right to talk to Harry like that,” Lucius barked back, “This is almost his house, Black has left it to him if anything happens.”

What? The house is mine in Sirius’ will?

“Since when did you care about Potter?” Harry could almost hear the cogs turning in Snape’s head, the potion master jumping to the wrong conclusion, “Oh this is priceless…after the boy who lived?” a loud slap resonated in the room. Harry winced at the sound of a hand hitting skin, the silence that followed was almost deafening.

“What’s the matter Severus, jealous?” Lucius whispered and Severus spluttered, his tone hitched from the slap as he answered.

“I resent the implication…I have never looked at Potter like that!" Snape yelled.

“Oh so you’re jealous that I might want him…well he is a very attractive young man.” Their was a sly quality in the blonds’ voice that made Harry smirk, it was obvious that the man was playing with the potion master.

“It’s true…you are attractive.” Draco murmured into Harry’s neck, the blond pushing himself up against his back. Harry bit his lip to hold in the moan he felt building at the feel of Draco’s body pressed hard alongside him.

“I am not jealous!” Snape snapped, drawing the attention of the two teens and Draco looked bewildered at the words, Harry lifted a finger to his lips to hush him. Both of them leaned closer and listened intently.

“Oh contraire, I think that you are,” they heard footsteps moving across the room, Harry surmised that Lucius had moved closer to Snape. “I know that you still want me.” The hushed words made Draco tense beside him and Harry found his body automatically leaning back to create more contact between them.

“I…I have no idea what you are talking about,” Snape spat and his voice oozed with disdain, “Besides you have Rhyme to keep your bed warm!” there was a bump and the sound of someone banging into something. Silence filled the room and both boys looked at each other with bemused expression, a soft breathy sigh emanated from the drawing room. Draco’s eyes went wide and Harry realised that they were listening to Snape and Lucius either kissing or something else, blushing furiously Harry moved away from the door.

“Leave now…we should leave now.” Draco muttered, pulling Harry towards the stairs. Harry’s eyes staring at the closed drawing room door and his mind filled with images of what could be transgressing behind the nondescript wooden door. His mind snapped back to reality as Snape stormed from the room, the potion master flushed and in a state of disarray. He stalked into the kitchen with a thunderous face followed by the smirking Lucius. The blond touched his lips as if they tingled and smiled softly.

“Lover’s tiff?” Draco mumbled and continued to pull Harry up the stairs.

The blond refusing to look back at the scene transpiring between the two men, heated words followed them as they approached Harry’s room. Draco pushed him through the door, leaving back and closing his eyes, his chest heaving with emotion.

“Draco?” the flushed blond held up his hand and halted Harry’s concerned words.

“It’s okay…I knew about the history between them,” his eyes were still closed, his voice hitched breathlessly as he continued to speak, “One summer, when I was home for the holidays…I watched them kissing, they didn’t know I was there.” his grey eyes were wild as he opened them to look at Harry.

“How old were you?” Harry asked, his heart beating erratically in his chest at the strange almost sexually charged atmosphere that seemed to building within the four walls.

“Thirteen…they looked so…so,” his eyes closed again and he gulped, Harry’s eyes watching the bob of his Adam’s apple, the desire to lick Draco’s throat making him tremble, “They looked so beautiful together,” he laughed and opened his eyes, an embarrassed smile on his face, “That’s when I realised that I only liked men.”

“No girls…any girls?” Harry whispered and took a step towards him.

Draco’s gaze was hooded, a smouldering lust and sexuality pulsating from the blond, Harry surmised that he wasn’t even aware of how alluring he looked at that moment. Licking his lips and taking a nervous swallow to remove the lump that seemed to be lodged in his throat, Harry placed his hands either side of Draco’s head. Stormy grey eyes fixed on Harry’s and Draco mirrored licking his lips. His voice hushed and brimming with arousal.

“No girls…no boys either…just…just you,” he whispered, the admission that Harry was the first made his heart leap in his chest, “Harry…kiss me.” the begging lilt in his voice broke whatever razor thin control Harry had, crushing his mouth to the soft, pliable lips of the now keening blond.

Harry lost track of all time, the only coherent thought was of how wonderful Draco tasted, mapping the coral of the gasping teen. His body pushing and rubbing up against Harry suggestively. The feel of the hard bulge trapped in Draco’s jeans brushing alongside Harry’s rampant erection almost pushed Harry over the edge. Draco must have sensed the burning need in Harry and pulled back slightly, breaking the contact. Harry moaned with disappointed and Draco kissed the side of his mouth in a soothing fashion, whispering against Harry’s mouth.

“I read some more of the diary,” he licked along Harry’s kiss swollen bottom lip, “You wouldn’t believe the kinky stuff she ended up into,” he broke the kiss and offered Harry a seductive smile, the heat in his veins threatening to set his body on fire, “I want to taste you.” Draco breathed and Harry whimpered at the words.

“Yes.” Harry was shocked at the rough quality of his voice, Draco eyes flared with fire as he began to push him back towards the bed. Harry’s air starved mind having the sense to mutter silencing and locking charms before the rest of his blood headed south. Small laugh spilling from his lips when Draco pushed him onto the bed, the laugh stopping in his throat at the hungry look on the smiling blonds’ face. He slowly crawled up the bed to Harry and straddled him, Harry gasped at the feel of Draco sitting on his straining cock.

“Draco..” Harry’s words cut short as Draco leaned down to kiss him, the need immediately reignited in Harry’s blood. Draco pulled back, peppering his face with soft, tiny kisses and he slowly touched his lips to the throbbing pulse in Harry’s neck.

“You taste so good.” Draco murmured and continued his exploration of Harry’s neck, pulling at the material of his shirt. Harry sat up as Draco pulled the offending article up over his head and instantly reattached his lips to the revealed flesh of Harry’s torso. Nipping at his hardening nipples and then lapping the abused nubs to soothe the pain.

What did he read in that diary?

The words apparently bringing out the harder side of the blond, his teeth biting and his tongue licking down to Harry’s belly button. Harry took a breath, his cock twitching at the close proximity of Draco’s lips. Smiling eyes and a soft smirk looked up at him, the fire of arousal bright in the grey depths. Draco looked down at the straining material confining Harry’s cock, his gaze alive with hunger and Harry groaned under the stare.

“Say it.” Draco whispered, his normally clipped tones rough with need. Harry’s lust addled brain took a moment to process the words and he looked down at the gorgeous blond, all mussed, hair in disarray and fiery eyes.

“Suck me.” Harry whimpered, thrusting his hips up at the same time as he spoke, the soft smirk becoming a breathtaking and excited smile. Draco nuzzled his nose in the crease of Harry’s groin, taking a huge sniff of him and rubbing his lips against the dampening fabric. Harry’s cock spitting pre-come at the sensation as the blond licked along the outline of his length. Gasping and wishing his jeans weren’t in the way of the agile tongue that seemed determined to map the outer area of his rock solid member. Gentle fingers reached up and slowly lowered the zipper, the pace teasing and filling Harry with frustration. Draco’s eyes widened and he gasped as Harry’s unfettered cock sprang forth, splashing the blonds’ lips with the gathered fluid adorning the tip. Wild green eyes nearly fluttered closed at the sight of Draco licking the pre-come from his lips and humming his approval.

“Mmmm tastes sweet.” Harry opened his mouth to say something, the words on his lips morphing to a scream of delight as Draco lapped at the tip of cock, the hot tongue sliding into the leaking slit.

“FUCK!” Harry had never been so thankful for silencing charms then in that moment, his balls twitched. The urge to come coursing through his body, taking a slow breath and trying to calm himself. The blond between this thighs doing nothing to help his predicament, lapping and licking around the head of his shaft, laving the tip like a lollipop. Harry closed his eyes but the sensory deprivation made the feeling of Draco’s wonderful tongue even more intense. Clearly feeling emboldened by Harry’s reactions, Draco sucked the head into his hot mouth, his tongue always active and he slowly lowered his mouth down Harry’s cock.

Merlin….oh fuck…oh fuck…I’m going to come.

Running his fingers through the silky hair on Draco’s head and stroking the nape of his neck. Draco practically purred at the gentle treatment, his sucking becoming stronger and Harry thrust up, bumping his cock to the back of Draco’s throat. The blond gagged for a second and Harry immediately pulled back, whispering his apologies.

“I’m so sorry…please don’t stop.” the pleading in Harry’s voice made Draco smile and he sucked the dripping shaft back into his mouth. This time Harry lay there, his hands clutching the sheets and resisting the urge to thrust into his mouth. His whole body shaking with the effort of not coming, Harry could feel his cock steadily leaking into Draco’s willing mouth.

“Draco…please…I’m going to…” Harry arched his back as Draco sucked harder as if determined to drink Harry down and he happily obliged the swallowing blond. Grunting his release, Harry’s felt his heart burst and his body fall apart with the force of his orgasm. His balls erupting and emptying himself into Draco’s throat, the teen gagging at the overflow of hot come as it filled his mouth. Harry opened his eyes, his heart thundering as the last drop spilled from him and he felt utterly boneless. The soft little laps of Draco’s tongue and the tiny gasps falling from the blonds’ mouth pulled him from the sex induced stupor. Looking down with drowsy eyes to watch as Draco licked any spills off Harry’s cock, the sensation of his warm tongue on his sensitive prick making Harry whimper. Eyes strayed farther down to see Draco stroking himself furiously, the head of his cock dripping onto the bed and his hand flying as he chased his own climax.

“No!” Harry shouted, grabbing his hand and halting his strokes. Draco writhed and moaned at being denied. Harry flipped them over and leaned down, taking a breath before he sucked the head of Draco’s cock into his mouth. The burst of salty sweet essence on his tongue filled his mouth with saliva. Stunned at his own actions, Harry swirled his tongue around the tip and Draco moaned, his hips pushing up. The head of his cock sliding further into Harry’s mouth and he struggled to swallow around the obstruction. Closing his eyes, Harry focused on moving his tongue over every inch of the hard length, adding his hand to the base. Slowly stroking up and down in time with the bobbing of his head, knowing that he couldn’t attempt to take Draco deep into his mouth. His lips felt stretched by the girth of the blonds’ impressive cock and his own cock twitched.

“Harry!” the screamed word was all the warning that Harry got before his mouth was filled with salty come, Draco keened beneath him and howled his release. Harry tried to swallow but felt some of slip past his lips and dribble down his chin. Gasping and moaning himself at the taste, his cock beginning to firm up again. He pulled off Draco’s still firm shaft with a wet pop, his face flaming at the noise and he placed his head on Draco’s hip while he caught his breath.

“Wow…fuck…bloody hell.” Draco’s voice was high and trembling, Harry didn’t think that he could talk at that moment so he placed a kiss to the juncture of Draco’s pelvis earning a soft exhale. Basking in the silent afterglow, Harry felt peaceful and relaxed. The tranquil moment ruined when Draco suddenly sat up, dislodging Harry from his comfortable position.

“Fuck…my father’s cheating on Rhyme,” he looked at Harry with wide eyes, “With Severus!”
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