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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any characters related to that series; they are JK Rowling's. I make no money from this.

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
- 6
- 7
- 8
A/N: @MoonlightVampiress: You're not the only one to ask me about the kids; there's been someone asking on Ao3 since about the 2nd or 3rd chapter. I'll give you the same answer I gave them: I honestly have no idea whether I'll make the kids Harry's or not. I don't know how much involvement the boys will have in the story, because they're off at Hogwarts, so I'm not sure how making one or two of them not Harry's would benefit the story. But that may change as the story goes on, I just don't know at the moment :)

Sunday afternoon arrived with a cool wind that cut straight through Draco’s cloak, causing him to shiver slightly as he trailed grumpily after Astoria through Diagon Alley. She had been nagging him about going for a shopping trip to Diagon for a few days and apparently thought they should go together. What it was with women and shopping, Draco would never know, but he figured it was easier to just shut up and follow along with whatever she wanted. There was absolutely no point in starting an argument, especially in public as they were. That kind of publicity was not something he courted anymore.
“Draco, come take a look at this.”
Obediently following the sound of his wife’s voice, he traipsed over to where she stood out the front of Flourish and Blotts. Scanning his eyes over the selection of books out the front of the store as he moved, he had to wonder what exactly was so important about not only this store in particular, but the entire trip. He had absolutely no idea why she had not just left him to his potions back home at the Manor, as he was definitely not needed here. Spending the next few minutes listening to exactly why a particular book was incredibly important for Scorpius’s development, Draco allowed himself to half-tune out, nodding and making noises of agreement whenever it seemed appropriate. He got away with it as well, until Astoria apparently said something that required a proper answer.
“Draco!” She elbowed him in the ribs, grabbing his attention completely. “If you’re done daydreaming, we have to actually go into the store to buy the book.”
He glared at her slight sarcasm, but moved to follow her anyway, not having anywhere else to be. It was not until he accidentally overheard a conversation between two people just behind him that he regretted the entire trip and began to wish he had insisted on staying home.
“Dad, we need to go into the bookstore. Aunt Hermione said they have really good copies of Hogwarts: A History that I can read before going next year.”
“Alright Lily, just hang on a second. I’ll go and get you the book; you go find your Uncle Ron at Fortescue’s.”
There was a laugh to Potter’s voice that turned Draco’s insides into a mess of quivering goo. He closed his eyes as a combination of desire and fear landed heavily in his stomach. This was definitely not a good thing; even the sound of the bloody man’s voice had the ability to make him lose the grip he held on his emotions in public. Placing a hand in the small of Astoria’s back, he moved her through the store faster, pushing her towards the register. Maybe he had not been spotted; maybe he could get away without having Potter confront him over his disappearing act the other day.
“Draco, what are you doing? Let me go,” Astoria hissed at him, trying to move away from him.
“Can you just pay for the bloody book so we can leave?” He glanced over his shoulder and winced involuntarily when he saw Potter entering the store.
“What are you...? Harry Potter? You’ve got to be kidding me. You can’t tell me that you’re still holding onto that ridiculous grudge the two of you had in school?” Her words trailed off as she stared into his face. Shock followed swiftly by recognition dawned in her eyes. “Oh, Draco.”
The understanding and sympathy laced heavily through her voice caused an irrational anger to pool in Draco’s chest. He had not asked for her sympathy simply because he knew exactly how stupid this crush was. He frowned at the thought; he had never before acknowledged the fact that this was something more than a need to get laid, at least not consciously. Gripping her arm tighter, he spun her around to face the register again.
“Look I’ll tell you everything, I swear, just not here. Can you please just pay for the book so we can leave?” He knew that acknowledging the fact that it was Potter that he had been having sex with was probably not a wise move, but he didn’t know any other way to shut her up and get her moving. “I swear you’ll know everything, just let me get away from him first, alright?”
She sighed as she ran a hand absentmindedly down his arm. “Fine. You go hide over behind that stack of books over there and I’ll pay for the book so you can run away home.”
Shooting her one last glare, he slipped off to the left, heading over to a stack of books that had to have been held up by magic: there was no other way they could have still been standing. Hoping desperately that the book Potter’s daughter wanted wasn’t anywhere near his hiding place, Draco allowed himself to take a shaky breath. He had made the decision Friday night to follow his instincts and just let Potter go, despite the ache in his chest the idea caused. The feelings that Potter gave him weren’t worth it, as Draco knew that they could never be returned. He figured that it was better to make a clean break now rather than get involved and have his world shattered when Potter got sick of him in a few weeks’ time. A small noise behind him had him spinning around, only to come face-to-face with the greenest eyes he had ever seen. Letting out a muttered oath caused Potter to flash him a wicked grin.
“Your wife is a lovely woman. Devious, but lovely all the same.”
“Dead is what she’ll be,” Draco muttered as he backed up, trying to put some physical distance between them.
The grin Potter responded with had Draco’s stomach fluttering pathetically. “Oh, you won’t have to resort to murder to see me more often; I thought I made that clear last time.”
There was an edge to Potter’s voice that told Draco his light tone hid something much deeper. Still backing away slowly, he ran through all the scenarios that could play out here, starting with Potter forcing himself on Draco in an act of revenge for the station and ending with him just being allowed to walk out and strangle Astoria in peace. Interestingly, strangling his wife held almost as much appeal as being jumped by Potter at the moment. He grunted as his back hit the wall behind him.
“What do you want, Potter?” He knew that his voice didn’t hold as much scorn as he had been hoping for, but also knew that his sneer had not lost any of its strength.
Instead of answering verbally, Potter waved his wand over the two of them, a small smile crossing his lips. Draco could feel an incredibly strong privacy charm washing over him, followed swiftly by a mumbled notice-me-not. His nerves jumped as he realised that no one would know where they were or what they were doing until Potter decided to release the charms. What if Potter had decided on revenge, despite his words the other day? Would Draco be able to get away from him if he tried to hex him?
“You know exactly what I want.” Potter’s voice was low, his eyes intense as he slowly advanced on Draco. “So I’m not going to repeat myself.”
Despite the worry over what was going to happen crowding his mind, Draco’s breath hitched at the intensity of Potter’s gaze. Desire flooded through him and he couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to greet those incredibly green eyes every morning. Unable to look away, he shook his head a little instead.
“You don’t want me.” His own voice was just barely above a whisper as he denied himself the fantasy.
Potter grinned again as he stopped just in front of Draco, close enough so that Draco could see the small flecks of gold in his eyes, magnified by his glasses. “Yes, I do.”
With that simple statement, it seemed that Potter thought he had said enough. One of his hands snaked up around Draco’s neck, the other coming to rest on his hip as he leant closer. He hovered just in front of Draco’s lips for a few seconds, appearing to enjoy the tension crackling between them before bringing their lips together. Whether their first kiss had just been Potter’s enthusiasm getting the better of him, or if he had actually taken Draco’s words to heart, Draco thought he would never know, but this was... wonderful. Potter’s scent washed over him as their lips moved, sending his head spinning with lust. Mindlessly giving in to the sensations rushing through him, he wrapped his arms around Potter’s waist, pulling him closer as he traced his tongue along Potter’s lips in a request for entrance. The moan he received in response as his tongue entered Potter’s mouth vibrated through his chest, causing him to pull Potter even closer. Something in the back of Draco’s mind nagged at him, some kind of alarm telling him to back off – to push Potter away – but he ignored it. Now that he had given in to the urge to taste him, he wasn’t going to stop. Unfortunately, it seemed Potter had other ideas. Pulling back just enough so that Draco had to resist a whine of disappointment, he met Draco’s eyes with determination.
“Is that a yes?”
“You don’t wa–”
The denial was cut off with a hiss of pleasure as the hand Potter had had resting on Draco’s hip slid over to cup his already half-hard cock through his trousers. Letting his head fall back against the wall behind him as Potter slowly massaged all sense out of his mind, Draco found himself fighting for breath. His eyes slid shut as jolts of pure bliss rocked through him. As focussed as he was on his own pleasure, he failed to notice Potter moving closer until he felt his hot breath against his ear.
“Draco,” Potter whispered, sending a shiver down Draco’s spine that he knew Potter must have felt. He had never heard his name said in that tone of voice by anyone, not even any of his previous partners. “Draco, I do want you; much more than I probably have any right to. I think I have since school, but I was too blind to see it.”
Draco bit back another whine as the buttons of his fly were undone and Potter’s hand grasped his hard cock without the barrier of cloth. A muttered lubrication spell later and he was receiving a hand job in the middle of Flourish and Blotts. Exquisite pleasure built up inside him rapidly, with their very public location only adding to the sensations. Draco spread his legs wider unconsciously, allowing Potter better access as he adjusted his grip. Draco was surprised when they managed to find a rhythm fairly quickly; he had figured Potter would be as clumsy about everything as he had been about kissing. Then again, if his marriage was in the state he had claimed it was, then this would be one of the things he probably had a large amount of experience in. Any rational thoughts were soon shoved aside by the waves of pleasure crashing through him as Potter twisted his wrist and Draco gave up on thinking altogether, instead just enjoying the ride.
Draco’s hands moved restlessly along Potter’s back: running over his shoulders, gripping his sides, digging his nails into the muscles. He couldn’t settle; couldn’t find that one little place in his mind that allowed him to relax during sex and couldn’t decide if this was a good thing or not. The pressure was building inside him swiftly, causing his breath to come in short gasps as Potter’s hand moved on him, but he didn’t allow himself to open his eyes. He discovered that he both needed to know what the expression on Potter’s face was and desperately needed not to at the same time. There was no way he could find a way to deal with it if there was anything like scorn on Potter’s face, so he stayed how he was, focussed solely on the pleasure Potter was bringing him. He was close, so very, very close; all he needed was that tiny little bit more and he would tip over the edge...
“Open your eyes.” It was a command, not a request. “Let me see you.”
It took a few seconds for the strange wording to penetrate the fog of lust clouding Draco’s mind, leading to Potter’s hand stilling completely, simply holding Draco’s throbbing cock in a loose grip. Letting his head fall forward, Draco felt shock thrum through him when his forehead hit Potter’s shoulder; he had not thought he was still that close. His hips jerked in an attempt to regain the friction he needed.
“Ah, no, no, no,” Potter muttered, the hand he had had tangled in Draco’s hair sliding down to wrap around his waist, holding him close to his chest. “I want an answer, Draco. Yes or no?”
Pressing closer and jerking his hips again, Draco groaned when it caused Potter’s fingers to wrap around the base of his cock, preventing him from coming even if he had received the stimulation he needed. “Let me come.”
“Yes or no?” The words were whispered against Draco’s ear and he shivered in response.
“Please.”
“Answer me.”
NO! “Yes, yes,” Draco gasped, not caring that he would probably regret the decision later on. “Please... Now, please.”
The arm Potter had wrapped around Draco’s waist tightened as his hand moved again, stroking once, twice more before twisting his wrist again. Draco bit down on Potter’s shoulder as the pressure became too much and he tumbled over the edge, his entire body spasming as he came. His hips jerked involuntarily and he was certain he let out a whimper as he coated Potter’s hand and shirt with jets of hot cum. Slight shock registered when Potter simply held him, allowing him to slip partially into the mindless oblivion that always followed such a powerful orgasm for a few minutes.
“Draco...”
Potter’s voice was soft, almost as though he didn’t want to drag him out of his stupor. Draco turned his head, realising that he was being held up by Potter’s surprisingly strong arms wrapped around his middle, his head resting on Potter’s shoulder. Pressed as close as he was, it was impossible for Draco to ignore the hard bulge rubbing against his thigh.
“Let me go.”
Potter jerked back, a hurt look crossing his face before Draco dropped to his knees before him. Staring up at Potter from below, Draco saw shock, followed by comprehension in his eyes before they clouded over with lust. Draco allowed himself to smile as he ran his hands over Potter’s denim-clad thighs. He had fantasised about this over and over again ever since the idea had occurred to him the other day. Being free to both touch and taste Potter this way actually indicated to Draco that this was going to be much more than just sex more than his agreement to Potter’s proposal. Fellatio was so much more personal than sex – as was the privilege of being allowed to recover in your partner’s arms – that he knew that there was no turning back from now on.
Breaking eye contact, he focussed on the task in front of him. Freeing Potter’s cock from his jeans, Draco took a few seconds to simply breathe in his natural scent. Burying his nose into the thick patch of black hair, he breathed deeply, savouring Potter’s musk. The groan that this produced from above him told Draco that Potter was pretty close as it was, so it probably wouldn’t take much to bring him to orgasm. He briefly considered returning the ‘favour’ and clamping his fingers around the base of Potter’s cock to prevent him from coming, but decided that his own need to discover what he tasted like was much more pressing than that minor bit of revenge.
One last quick glance up to meet Potter’s eyes told Draco just how much Potter wanted this: his pupils were blown wide; his breath came in sharp gasps and he had leant forward until his head rested on the wall behind Draco, appearing to need the extra support. Biting back a grin, Draco ran his tongue along the thick vein on the underside of Potter’s cock, earning himself a deep groan and a jerk of Potter’s hips. One of his hands automatically came up to clamp onto Potter’s hip to hold him still as the other grasped hold of Potter’s cock. Savouring the tension he could feel between them for a few seconds, he leant in and took another deep breath. Potter’s musk surrounded him as he flicked his tongue out to taste him, moaning as the salty-bitter taste of Potter’s pre-cum hit his tongue.
“Gods, Draco...” Potter seemed to be losing the ability to speak coherently much faster than Draco had, a point he took pride in. “Fuck...”
Draco gasped as Potter’s free hand landed in his hair, clenching to pull him closer. Smiling, Draco repeated the action, licking the head of Potter’s cock. Another apparently uncontrollable jerk of Potter’s hips had Draco deciding to just go for it: he had waited for this kind of opportunity for half his life; there was no reason for him to delay.
Circling his tongue around the head of Potter’s cock, he slowly slid his lips downwards, taking him into his mouth. Meeting Potter’s eyes as he sucked gently would have made Draco hard again if he had been younger: the knowledge that the lust he saw written there was for him was almost too much to handle. Sucking a little harder earned him a deep moan. It was obvious Potter was trying to not thrust into Draco’s mouth, something he was grateful for, as he much preferred to control their pace this first time. A deep breath relaxed Draco just enough so that he could take Potter into his mouth completely. The shock that registered on Potter’s face was more than worth the effort as he swallowed and wriggled his tongue along the underside of Potter’s now-throbbing cock. It wasn’t until Draco removed the hand he had had on Potter’s hip and moved it to massage his swollen balls that Potter had any kind of reaction other than incoherent groans.
“Draco...” He tightened his grip, forcing Draco’s head up his cock so he could stare into his eyes. “I – I can’t... can’t...”
With a grin, Draco swallowed around the head of Potter’s cock and squeezed his balls, forcing his orgasm out of him in a rush. Swallowing rapidly as Potter’s release shot into his mouth, Draco managed to not spill any on his robes; something he found himself incredibly grateful for. He released him just in time to avoid biting down as Potter’s knees gave way, sending him crashing to his knees in front of Draco. Operating on automatic, Draco reached to gather him in to his arms. It didn’t even occur to him that the action could be seen as strange as he ran his hand down Potter’s spine in a gesture of comfort as he trembled through an aftershock.
They stayed sitting on the floor of the bookstore for a few minutes, Draco simply enjoying the mindless oblivion he had been craving. It wasn’t until the sound of the store bell dragged Draco out of the trance he had fallen into that he realised exactly what he was doing. Sitting on the floor of Flourish and Blotts with Harry Potter in his arms, the both of them trying to recover a little before going back to their regular lives was not a position Draco could afford to be caught in. He knew that Potter had cast privacy charms, but who knew how strong they were after he had ignored them in favour of playing with Draco? What if they had weakened and someone came around the corner? As much as he hated to break the peace they had managed to find, he knew they had to move.
“Well, apparently there is a first time for everything...”
Shock rushed through Draco at the sound of Potter’s voice. “‘First time’?” Surely that couldn’t have been Potter’s first blowjob? He unwrapped his arms from around him and glanced down, trying to discern whether he was joking or not. “That wasn’t –”
Draco’s words were cut off as Potter leant in and kissed him again, silencing him as effectively as anything ever could have. He blinked in confusion when Potter backed off and stood up, his tongue tracing along his lips, obviously having tasted himself on Draco’s tongue. A silence stretched between them as Potter rearranged his clothing and made certain they were both clean before meeting Draco’s eyes.
“I, er, guess I’ll see you soon then?” Scrubbing a hand along the back of his neck, Draco thought he had not seen Potter look this awkward since school.
Taking pity on him, Draco nodded once; a sharp movement that he hoped did not indicate that he was looking forward to it, or that he was already planning what he would do to Potter when they did see each other again. With that, Potter was off, breaking the charms with a swipe of his hand. Draco quickly readjusted his clothing before standing and making his way out into Diagon, only to be confronted immediately by Astoria.
“Well?”
“You’re lucky I like you so much.”
“Wait, he didn’t –”
“Oh, he did; we did.” Draco met his wife’s eyes, trying to glare despite the pleasure at his situation still running through him. “That doesn’t let you off the hook, however.”
Her laugh followed him as he headed off towards the Apparition point down the street. “You’re welcome, you stubborn bastard.”
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