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Harry Potter, Porn Star	By : ReverieWilde Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21811 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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When Harry arrived at his building, he saw a rather large owl eyeing him from its perch on a window ledge. He recognized it as Draco’s owl.

“Oi,” Harry called to it. “You going to give me the message or what?”

The owl swooped down past Harry and released the small scroll it was clutching. Harry unrolled and read it. It was a short note with Draco’s flat address asking Harry to come over after meeting with Hermione and Ron. Although, he had written Granger and the weasel. Harry laughed. So much for being beyond name calling.

Harry apparated to a place near Draco’s building and walked the remaining distance. He decided to do things the old fashioned way and go up the stairs to knock on the door.

“What are you doing? I took the charms off so you could apparate,” Draco told him.

“I wasn’t sure. Your note didn’t say that,” Harry said. “I sort of liked coming up like a regular bloke. Makes me feel like I should have brought flowers, though.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Flowers? I’m not that much of a ponce, am I?”

“No,” Harry grinned. “In fact, you look pretty fucking manly from where I’m standing.”

Harry crossed the room and pulled Draco’s face to his own. He ran his tongue along Draco’s bottom lip until Draco opened his mouth, letting Harry slowly explore.

Though reluctant to do so, Draco eventually broke away.

“Don’t you want to know what I found out?” Draco asked. “And don’t you want to tell me what happened with Granger and the--,uh, Weasley?”

Slumping, Harry answered, “All right. So what did the girl tell you?”

“Her name is Gwaelin Summer and she is a muggle born. She heard rumors of disappearances and murders, so she came here to hide. Gwaelin said she hadn’t seen any Death Eaters. Except me.

“Ex Death Eater,” Harry corrected. “And really, you didn’t---”

Draco cut him off with a wave of his hand. “All right, ex. Anyway, she’s been away from her family for about four months. I told her we’d bring any news. Is there any?”

Harry told Draco what Hermione and Ron told him. He bit his lip.

“Ron also told me your father has been claiming to renounce his Death Eater status. The Ministry isn’t buying into it, though.”

Draco turned away. His feelings toward his father were so conflicted, he didn’t know if Harry’s news was good or bad. He felt Harry’s hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. It has to be hard to hear that things aren’t going well for your father,” Harry sympathized.

“He’s getting what he deserves,” Draco said quietly.

“But he’s still your father. It’s okay to love him,” Harry told him.

Draco turned back around to face Harry. “How can you be so understanding? My father would have fed you to the dragons, or even killed you himself, given the chance.”

“Because he would have done it to protect you. And I’m letting go of the past. All of it. The only thing that matters is here and now.”

“Do you always have to be so bloody good?” Draco scoffed. Immediately regretting his tone, he apologized. “I’m sorry. I know you’re trying to help. I wasn’t raised to be very forgiving.”

Harry’s expression softened. “You forgave me for all the shit I put you through.” He paused. “Haven’t you?”

“That was different. You were a kid, a pawn. I trusted my father and he let Vol-Voldemort use me.”

“You have to let it go. The war is over. Your life is your own now. Forget everything else and enjoy it,” Harry told him. “Enjoy it with me.”

Finally Draco began to smile. “I still can’t believe you want me to.”

“I definitely do.” Harry whispered, “Can I kiss you now?”

Harry’s close proximity was making Draco forget about their previous conversation. He hadn’t noticed Harry slowly closing the distance between them.

“I’d like that,” Draco answered softly.

He was surprised when Harry sank to his knees and began to unbutton Draco’s trousers.

“What are you doing?”

“I didn’t specify where I wanted to kiss you.” Harry looked up into Draco’s storm grey eyes as he pulled the zipper down. He tugged the jeans down until they pooled at Draco’s feet. Harry was finally going to get a good look at Draco’s anatomy.

Even mostly flaccid, Draco’s penis was impressive. Harry placed a gentle kiss on the tip and felt it twitch. He placed a few more, along the expanding, light pink shaft. A noise, somewhere between a moan and a sigh, came from Draco as he ran his hands through Harry’s hair.

In short order, Draco stood fully erect in front of Harry, shirt on, jeans around his ankles and completely vulnerable. Both physically and emotionally.

Harry stood and pulled Draco’s shirt by the hem and pulled it up over his head. He knelt again and helped Draco get his feet out of the trousers.

Taking a moment to admire Draco’s form, Harry ran his hand along the hardened extremity. Its length was not much more than average, in Harry’s experience. But its thickness appeared massive in contrast to Draco’s lithe body. The bollocks and tip were only slightly darker than the shaft--a pleasant salmon pink color. Standing up and out from Draco’s body, it curved slightly back toward his belly. It was magnificent and Harry thought it was just made for fucking.

Harry led Draco to the bed, where he bid him to lie down.

“Aren’t you going to get undressed?” Draco asked, licking his lips.

Harry shook his head. “I want this to be all about you. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. If that’s possible,” Harry chuckled.

Before Draco could protest, Harry’s mouth descended on Draco’s cock. His head bobbed up and down rhythmically as he sucked and swirled his tongue, stimulating every part of Draco’s cock he could. Harry’s left hand cradled Draco’s sack, rolling it in his fingers expertly, while his right hand wound its way up Draco’s torso to settle on a pert nipple.

“Mmnng,” Draco groaned. “Fuck, Harry.”

Harry hummed in response, as his mouth was too full to speak.

“Fuckin’ hell, Potter. That feels so good,” Draco murmured.

Harry continued, without pause, humming every so often to hear Draco swear or moan in response. He was enjoying giving pleasure almost as much as Draco was receiving it.

Steadily increasing his speed, Harry could feel Draco’s legs tremble beneath him. He knew Draco was near the breaking point. Harry gave out another hum as he sucked harder.

“Oh, fuck. Move. I’m gonna cum right now.” Draco barely had the words out before he began to empty himself into Harry’s mouth.

It wasn’t enough notice, but Harry had no intention of moving anyway. Harry was eager to taste Draco and he wasn’t disappointed. Draco gave him plenty to taste. It was salty, that was to be expected. But there were also sweet and musky undertones, much like the smell of Draco when he worked up a sweat. Though, Harry had only had the pleasure of that, one time.

When Harry looked back up to Draco’s face, it was flushed, as well as the skin covering his chest and shoulders. Draco was breathing heavily with his eyes closed.

“That was . . . fuck, I’ve never had a blow job so fucking good.”

Harry grinned. “My pleasure.” He moved up to kiss Draco.

“I don’t think so,” Draco replied. “Harry, what about you? You must be . . . “

Harry laughed. “I’ll live. I really meant it when I said I wanted it to be all about you.”

“Thank you.” Draco didn’t know what else to say.

A devilish grin spread across Harry’s face.

“I wonder how those pastries are going to taste now.”

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

Harry reluctantly said goodnight and disapparated. Draco had modified his charms to allow Harry to come and go, effectively giving Harry the keys to his flat. It was all moving very quickly. Once Harry and Draco admitted their feelings, their relationship took off like a runaway train. It was ridiculous that only two weeks after running into each other again, Draco missed Harry’s company so desperately every time he left. Draco knew he was falling too fast. Hell, he was beyond falling. He’d crashed headlong into love with Harry Potter. He was at Harry’s mercy and could only hope that Harry would feel the same. Someday.

As soon as the sun had risen the next morning, Draco immediately penned a note and attached it to his owl, Percival.

After sending it off, he wondered if the move had been too desperate looking.

His fear proved unfounded when he received a reply within ten minutes.

Draco-

I’d love to. There’s a perfect little tea shop next to the book store from yesterday. Meet you there at 8:00

-Harry

Draco showered and changed his clothes four times before settling on a light blue striped button down shirt with a pair of grey trousers. He left his hair a little more tousled, knowing that Harry liked it that way.

Even after spending so much time primping, Draco had plenty of time to get to the tea shop.

Arriving about ten minutes early, Draco peeked in the window of the shop. Harry was already sitting at a small, round table. He was reading one of the books the pair picked up at the book store. Engrossed in reading, Harry didn’t notice Draco watching him. Dressed in a snug, black vee neck t-shirt and black jeans that closely matched his hair and wire rimmed glasses, Harry finally glanced up and saw Draco. His emerald eyes stood out, contrasting the sea of black. He smiled and waved for Draco to enter the shop.

“You’re early,” Draco observed.

“I was up early. Actually, I was showered and dressed by the time I got your owl.”

Draco was relieved to hear that Harry was as anxious to see him as he was to see Harry.

“It smells wonderful in here,” Draco commented. “Have you eaten here before?”

“No, but the quiche comes highly recommended,” Harry told him. “Don’t bother with the pastries. They can’t possibly be as good as yours.”

Draco laughed, embarrassed at the comment. “Well, I have a bit of an advantage over muggle bakers,” he said quietly.

They ordered a breakfast quiche and tea for two. While they waited, Draco asked Harry about his book, which led to a whole debate about the best novels ever written. Finally agreeing to disagree on several points, Harry told Draco he was surprised at how many muggle books he had read.

“A good story is a good story, magical or not,” Draco said. “Although I still believe Shakespeare was secretly a wizard,” he smiled. “More tea?” He asked with the teapot poised over Harry’s cup.

“Thanks,” Harry said. “Were you always this charming and I never noticed or is this something new, since Hogwarts?”

“Sorry?” Draco blushed slightly at the compliment as he poured out tea into Harry’s cup.

“I mean, back in school, I only ever saw the sarcastic wit. I knew you were clever and charismatic, being so popular in your house. They all followed you. But you really are quite charming.”

“Um, thank you,” Draco answered hesitantly. “You never really saw my best side at Hogwarts. I suppose I saved that for Pansy and Blaise. But even then, I couldn’t completely be myself. I had to behave as expected. Pansy would have ratted me out if I had ever expressed any doubts about the war to her. And both Blaise and I were to afraid to admit we had feelings for other boys until almost the end.” Draco paused and smiled. “So, to answer your question, I’d say it’s something new. Maybe you bring it out in me.”

It was Harry’s turn to blush. He was finding Draco’s charms, the non-magical kind, to be irresistible. And the fact that it may have all been for him, overwhelming.

“You know, I never did get to stock my kitchen. And you did promise to make a stew for me. Unless you have something else to do today. I don’t mean to take up all your time.”

Yes, take up all my time, Draco thought.

“No. I have nothing pressing,” he said nonchalantly. “I still need to practice some recipes before class tomorrow night. There’s a biscuit recipe I need to perfect.”

“Then let’s go to the market after this. I’ll get whatever a good kitchen needs---besides ketchup and jam. Would you mind cooking at my flat?”

Draco liked that idea. He was curious what Harry’s flat would look like. He imagined Gryffindor colors, lots of photographs and comfy inviting furniture.

“You’ve been to mine twice now. I’d like to see yours.”

“I don’t think my kitchen is as big as yours, though,” Harry told him.

“That’s okay. We can cheat a bit on the cooking, don’t you think?” Draco winked.

The prospect of doing magic together was almost as exciting as sleeping together. Almost.

They left the small bistro and walked to a nearby market to gather components for the dishes they planned to make. Fortunately for them, one of those advantages Draco spoke of allowed them to shrink their purchases and apparate to Harry’s place.

Harry’s flat wasn’t anything like Draco imagined. There was a small square table with two chairs in the tiny kitchen area. The only appliances Harry had were a toaster and a microwave oven. No mixer, but Draco figured he could conjure one later. The furniture was utilitarian, simple lines, not particularly comfy looking. A love seat faced a small television set. Draco wasn’t surprised to see one since Harry had grown up in a muggle home. In one corner was a weight bench and some free weights. Draco raised an eyebrow. The mystery of Harry’s fantastic physique was solved. The bedroom area of the studio flat was even more spartan than the rest. The bed had no head or foot board and was dressed in plain blue sheets with a darker blue blanket. Draco only noticed two photographs--the Gryffindor Golden Trio during sixth year with Dumbledore and one of Harry’s parents. The whole place bordered on depressing.

“How long have you lived here, Harry?”

Harry was putting the food he bought in cupboards and refrigerator. “Oh, about six months now. Why?”

“No reason.” Draco didn’t want to offend Harry’s decorating style. But something had to be done if Draco was expected to spend any amount of time there.

The pair spent the afternoon together in Harry’s magically expanded kitchen. Draco conjured up a few pieces of equipment, most particularly a mixer. He showed Harry some of the tricks he had learned and explained why the order of ingredients made a difference. Harry, in turn, helped Draco with a spell to enhance the biscuits. After several tries and more than a few biscuits losing their chocolate chips completely when eaten, they finally had it right. The spell caused the chocolate chips to melt just so on the tongue. Even the biscuits that had cooled and been sitting out for a while warmed and melted on contact.

“Mmm,” Harry said with a full mouth. “It’s like they just came out of the oven. These are going to be popular when you finally open your bakery.”

A shadow of sadness crossed Harry’s face. It didn’t go unnoticed by Draco.

“Bad after taste?” He tried to lighten Harry’s mood.

Shaking his head, Harry broached a subject he had been avoiding. “We haven’t talked about it, but I was just thinking about how different things will be when you go back.”

“When I go back? Aren’t you planning to . . . “ Draco almost said ‘come with me’ but rethought that. “. . . go back eventually as well?” he finished.

“I don’t know,” Harry said honestly. “I kind of like it here.” He bit his lip waiting for Draco’s response.

“Oh. I assumed . . . because you’ve reconnected with your friends that you’d be anxious to get back to the wizarding world.”

Harry frowned. “Yeah, I thought so too. But now that I’m settled in a flat and have a job . . . “ He winced a bit at the mention of the other subject he’d been avoiding.

Draco must have been happy to avoid it as well. He glossed over the subject. “You could do what I’m doing and get some training.”

“I have no interest in becoming a baker or chef.”

“Well, I don’t mean exactly what I’m doing. There must be something you’re interested in doing. What are you good at?”

“I don’t know. For years, I had planned on becoming an Auror.”

“You still could,” Draco suggested.

“No,” Harry shook his head. “Like I told Ron, I’m tired of fighting. I like the peaceful muggle life.”

An awkward silence filled the flat.

Draco cleared his throat. “You don’t have to decide anything yet. I still have to complete my classes and raise the money for a store front. I suppose I’ll have to grovel at Gringott’s for a loan.” His shoulders slumped uncharacteristically. “Who am I kidding? They’ll never lend to me.”

“You don’t know that. Anyway, you’re right. There’s still time. You’re not even finished your classes for four more months. Then there will be so much planning to do.”

“Yeah, I know. But, Harry, there are things we need to talk about before then.” Draco was all too aware that Wednesday was just three short days away.

“Can we have today, though? Let’s not spoil this day,” Harry pleaded.

“All right,” Draco nodded. “Besides, you’ve got a bit of chocolate on your lip that’s just begging me to lick it off.”

A grin slowly came to Harry lips, which Draco was watching intently. Draco licked his own lips before running his tongue along the upper ridge of Harry’s mouth, wiping the chocolate clean.

“As much as I’d like to continue, I really should start the stew,” Draco told Harry.

Harry pouted, then kissed Draco’s neck. “It can wait a bit, can’t it?” His kisses trailed across Draco’s neck to the other side, where he began to nibble on his earlobe.

Draco let out a small giggle. “That tickles. And I really should start the stew. It’ll take hours to simmer.”

“Hmmm, hours, eh?” Harry grinned against Draco’s cheek, where he was planting more kisses while his hands roamed Draco’s chest.

“Yes, we’ll have loads of time to fill.”

“I’m sure we can come up with something to do,” Harry murmured. He was already becoming aroused, but he knew if they gave in now, it would be quick. They’d need to get their supper started. Harry sighed. “You’re right. We should get it over with.”

“Damn, I was this close to giving in,” Draco teased. “But since you’re ready, you can chop up some vegetables.”

Draco showed Harry how to cut up turnips and potatoes. Meanwhile, Draco prepared the beef. It had been a long time since Harry had a proper home-cooked meal. And he had to admit that helping Draco cook was enjoyable. They had the ingredients assembled and Draco conjured a large cooking pot to put them in. He added a few seasonings, then set a flame beneath it.

“Did you go to Diagon Alley? I don’t remember seeing these spices in your kitchen before,” Harry asked. “Did anyone recognize you?”

“No. I covered my hair,” Draco told him. “I guess my face isn’t as memorable. No one gave me a second look. Maybe I should dye my hair,” he kidded.

“Don’t you dare. How would I ever find you if I lost you in a crowd?” Harry joked back.

Playing along, Draco stepped closer to Harry. “How did you manage to lose me in the first place?”

“Hmm, not sure.” Harry clutched the front of Draco’s shirt. “Maybe I should have tied you down,” he said seductively.

Draco swallowed. The thought of being tied down by Harry was both exciting and frightening. And somewhat arousing.

“H-have you done that?” Draco questioned.

“Tied? Or been tied?” Harry grinned.

“Either.”

“Tied. One time. I’d never let myself be tied up though,” Harry said, anticipating Draco’s next question.

“Understandable,” Draco nodded. “Me neither.” And bondage was officially off the table.

Harry cupped Draco’s face in his hands. “Then I’ll have to try my best to make sure you don’t want to wander away.”

He pulled Draco’s face down slightly, to his own, and pressed their lips together. Hands wrapped around Harry’s waist and ran through Draco’s hair. As the kiss became more passionate, the pair slowly inched their way to Harry’s bed.

They broke the kiss when they reached the bed.

“How much time did you say we had?” Harry asked.

“Hours. At least two, probably three,” Draco answered, unbuttoning his own shirt while simultaneously kicking off his shoes.

Harry sat on the bed to untie his trainers, but Draco simply pulled them off and tossed them aside. Then he pulled Harry further onto the bed and gently lay on top of him.

They lost themselves in kisses and caresses, taking the time they knew they had. They ground against one another unhurriedly until the strain on their trousers became too great.

Draco breathlessly fumbled with the fly of Harry’s jeans, anxious to free him. He cursed when he couldn’t push the button through the hole.

Chuckling at Draco’s butterfingers, Harry unbuttoned and unzipped his own jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers.

“They were too tight,” Draco grumbled, making an excuse for not being able to undo them.

“You didn’t seem to mind when I bent over to pick up the carrot I dropped,” Harry grinned. He leaned over Draco and unbuttoned his considerably looser trousers.

“Maybe we ought to start wearing trackies, so we can just pull them down,” Harry smiled.

Draco raised his eyebrows. “Have you ever seen me wear trackies? I’d rather walk around nude.”

“That can be arranged.” Harry quickly dispensed with Draco’s clothing and the rest of his own, and lay himself on top. Neither boy could resist pushing his hips into the other, craving the skin to skin contact.

“Mmmmm, Harry,” Draco breathed.

Running their hands over each other’s body, the pair kissed a while longer.

“I love snogging you,” Draco said against Harry’s mouth. “But I’m ready to shag.”

Taking the cue, Harry propped himself up and leaned back on his heels.

“Accio,” he called the lube to himself. He poured some into his hands and reached for Draco.

“Wait,” Draco whispered. “Put it on yourself.”

Harry sat back, confused. Draco took Harry’s hands in his own and placed them on Harry’s erection.

“But . . . “

Looking Harry in the eyes, Draco told him, “ I want you to make love to me.”

“Draco, I’ll bottom,” Harry said. “I liked it. I really did. You don’t have to.”

“Harry, I want to . . .”

“But I don’t think I can do what you did. I’ve never made anyone cum without touching him.”

Draco snickered softly. “Well, what’s so great about that? I want you to touch me. I want to feel your hands around me. I want to feel you . . . in me.”

“But Draco, I’ve never had a . . . bottom virgin before.”

“I trust you.”

Harry swallowed hard. Those three words almost meant more than the other ‘three little words’. “All right,” he said nervously. “I’ll make love to you.” He spread the lube on himself. “Can I do my spell on you? It’ll be more comfortable for you.”

Draco nodded and Harry whispered the foreign spell. Draco only felt a slight warming sensation.

Harry poured more lube on his fingers and ran them over the opening that was about to become an entrance. Carefully, tenderly, he pushed a finger inside. Draco tensed for a moment, but realized it didn’t hurt, as he’d anticipated. He attributed it to Harry’s spell. Draco relaxed and allowed Harry to continue. A second finger joined the first as Harry moved them slowly in and out. When he thought Draco was ready, Harry removed his fingers.

“Turn over,” Harry whispered.

“What?” Being taken from behind wasn’t quite what Draco had in mind. He never thought it was a particularly personal position and he was a bit disappointed. It showed on his face.

“Trust me,” Harry implored.

Draco did as he was asked and lay down on his belly. Harry’s hands caressed his shoulders and back, kneading the skin as they moved down the length of Draco’s body.

Harry grinned. “You do have a gorgeous arse.”

He spread Draco’s legs apart just enough to make room for him to fit his throbbing cock between the cheeks of Draco’s sweet arse. Harry inched his way in at a snail’s pace, listening carefully for Draco’s reaction.”

Small grunts came from Draco’s throat, but no protests or sounds of pain. Harry continued until he was in almost to the hilt.

“You all right love?”

Draco only nodded. His arms were pulled in, bent and close to his body. He didn’t look especially comfortable.

Harry draped himself over Draco, resting his full weight on him. He kissed Draco’s hair, ear and neck---anywhere he could reach while maintaining as much skin contact as possible. His hands found Draco’s and clasped them, intertwining their fingers.

“Draco,” Harry whispered over and over as he rolled his hips into Draco’s arse. He closed his eyes, to just feel. To feel Draco beneath him, to feel his skin warm on his own, to feel the tightness of Draco around him.

“Are you still all right?”He opened his eyes and murmured into Draco’s ear.

Draco turned his head a bit more to see Harry and nodded again. Harry craned his neck and found Draco’s lips. Kissing Harry and feeling him all over and in him was better than he had expected. Harry made him feel like he was the only person Harry had ever made love to.

“Draco, I need you on your knees. Can you do that for me?”

Harry lifted his weight to allow Draco to pull himself up on all fours. Harry was able to slide in just a bit deeper in the new position.

“Merlin, you feel wonderful,” Harry breathed. “I’ve waited so long to do this.”

Reaching around, Harry pulled on Draco’s cock, running his fingers over the tip to spread the precum that was there. He pumped with his hips and stroked with his hands in the same rhythm. Draco’s grunts and moans, now louder, matched Harry’s inward thrusts.

As Harry proceeded, he occasionally placed a kiss on Draco’s back and murmured unintelligibly. Gradually, he picked up the pace.

“Oh, Draco, I’m gonna cum.” He temporarily stopped stroking and plunged one final time into Draco with a cry of his name.

Panting heavily, Harry rested his forehead on Draco’s back. He took a moment to recover from the euphoric state of finally shagging the boy he’d been dreaming about the past couple of years. Draco didn’t go neglected very long.

“Roll over,” Harry commanded with a grin. “I want to watch you when you cum.”

Draco complied. He had been close when Harry came and only a minute or two of all out stroking brought him to his climax. Draco’s eyes fluttered shut and his mouth dropped open.

“Aaahh,” he shuddered. “Nnn. Oohh.”

Draco pumped out load after load of thick white cum onto his own stomach as Harry watched. Harry noticed the skin on Draco’s chest and cheeks was flushed again. He wondered if that happened every time Draco came.

“Brilliant,” Harry smiled.

Slowly, Draco opened his eyes. “That was amazing. I’ve never felt so . . . “ He wanted to say loved. He almost did, but decided it was premature. “It was much more intimate than I thought it would be.”

Harry lay next to Draco and propped himself up on an elbow. “So, it was good?”

“I believe the word I used was amazing,” Draco smirked.

“I’m completely knackered,” Harry said. “Do we have time for a cat nap?” Harry accioed his wand and performed a scourgify, vaguely wondering if, when wizards first started using the spell, they used it for the same purpose.

Draco pulled Harry into a tight hug unexpectedly.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Harry worried. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Shaking his head, Draco assured him, “No, I’m fine. I just wanted to thank you for being so . . . um.” He couldn’t quite find the right word.

“You’re welcome.”

Draco sighed and rolled onto his back. “By the way, you’ll have to teach me that little spell of yours. I’m sure it made all the difference.”

Harry rested his head on Draco’s shoulder and snuggled in next to him. The pair drifted off in each other’s arms, content and secure in the confines of Harry’s flat, neither thinking about the reality of the real world just around the corner.
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