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Brutally Beloved	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3993 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Guilty Apology

Harry apparated to Malfoy Manor, and barged through the front door without bothering to knock.
"Master Potter! Master Draco is not expecting company! I'll let him know you've arrived if you please will wait!" The familiar elf was practically running after him as he strode up the grand staircase. He paused, taking pity on the creature, as it huffed for breath.
"I'm not waiting. Tell me where he is, please." Harry asked, as politely as he could. His heart was racing, and he felt the need to move, to finally head in the direction he wanted.
"Master Draco is in Master Scorpius' nursery…" the elf wheezed. Harry smiled.
"Thank you. Why don't you rest for a bit." He listened to the small, breathless elf's outrage at his suggestion all the way up the stairs.
He slowed his steps and walked quieter as he approached the nursery, listening as he walked, to the soft, melodic sound of that familiar voice, quietly reading a book aloud. He stepped into the room, pleased that he'd managed to sneak up on the blond. He sat in front of a cradle, his back to the door, his warm voice filling the room like a bewitching fog.
Harry tiptoed up to him, a smirk growing on his face as he approached. When he was close enough, he grabbed the blond, using one hand to cover his mouth, and the other to grab his arm, preventing him from grabbing his wand.
"Don't wake the baby." Harry breathed, as wide, startled grey eyes found his. Malfoy's expression changed to outraged confusion. "We need to talk." Harry said, and nodded toward the door, taking a moment to stare down at the perfect pink baby swaddled and pillowed in pure white silk, before he joined Malfoy in the hall, and let the door close.
"Binky." Malfoy said, confusing Harry for a moment, and startling him as a house elf stepped forward, huge eyes staring up at Malfoy eagerly. "I have business. Feed Scorpius if he wakes up. Come get me if there are any problems, don't worry about interrupting, and don't bother knocking." Malfoy ordered, waiting just long enough for the elf to nod, and disappear inside the room, before he led the way down the hall. Harry was surprised when they stopped at the study, one door down from the bedroom. He’d been inside once or twice, but never for long. As Malfoy took a seat behind the large, carved desk, he found himself appreciating the gesture of formality. It showed that he was trying to respect Harry's decision to stay faithful to his wife.
"How can I help you, Potter?" Malfoy asked, lacing his fingers together atop the desk. His face was a carefully crafted mask of polite interest. Harry swallowed, still recalling the absolute fury and betrayal that his face could show.
"I wanted to apologize." Harry started. Malfoy's face flickered with disbelief, and irritation, but he nodded for Harry to continue.
"I'm sorry I married Ginny, and I'm sorry I got engaged to her without talking to you at all." Harry said. Malfoy stared at him, eyes narrowed, hands clenched together in a silent show of anger.
"Apology not accepted. Will you be leaving, or would you like to sneak around my house more?" Malfoy asked sarcastically. Harry sighed. He should have known it wouldn't be that easy. He closed his eyes, and tried to find a sliver of patience.
"I'm not leaving until you forgive me." He warned, glaring at Malfoy. "Whatever it takes, I don't want to leave with you still hating me." Harry knew it was a dangerous offer. He could demand anything as penance. The evil smirk on his face said he knew it, too.
"Whatever it takes? Fine. I don't hate you, you're forgiven. See yourself out." Malfoy stood, and was almost to the door when Harry caught him.
"I'm serious, Draco. I don't just want empty words." Harry declared. Malfoy glared at him, and shook his arm free.
"I don't hate you. I just want you to leave." Malfoy said, looking away. Harry stared at him a minute, exploring the slightly aged face, the way he stood, the way his fingers picked nervously at his robes.
"Fine, I'll accept that, but you still haven't forgiven me. Not really. I'm serious about this. It means a lot to me." Harry admitted, feeling slightly vulnerable with the words.
"It means a lot to you? Suddenly, the past means something to you?" Malfoy scoffed. Harry winced, and braced himself for the rant he knew was coming.
"Oh, well, that changes everything! Somebody call the papers, Saint Potter has feelings!" Malfoy barked. Harry stared, not bothering to defend himself from Malfoy's verbal assault. "I suppose, since it means a lot to you, I'll just let it go. Because YOU feel bad, I'll forgive you for absolutely wrecking my life! I'll forget everything that happened, and we can pretend we never STOPPED hating each other! How's that, Potter? We can stick our heads in the sand, and forget anything EVER happened. Does that work for you? Merlin knows we have to cater to whatever works best for YOU! In fact, I don't know why I even came back! I have no idea what I was thinking. Things were fine as they were. Should I be gone by morning, or do I have until the end of the week to get back to France? Is France still good for you? I can go farther. I hear New Zealand is nice. Or maybe I'll be the first wizard to build a mansion on the moon, just so I NEVER have to see your stupid face, EVER again! It would actually be perfect. I could get a new wife, and the moon would be so cold, I wouldn't even notice the difference in sleeping alone! FUCK you, Potter, and FUCK your apology, and FUCK your sudden need to be absolved of being a piece of shit!"
Harry realized he was cringing by the end of it. He felt as if every word Malfoy shouted was a ball and chain of guilt dragging him to the bottom of a lake of misery. He was sure, if he hadn't cried all over Hermione, he would have started crying, just over the guilt that Malfoy's fury slapped on him. He managed to keep his reaction in check, and as Malfoy's anger outgrew words, and he stood, hands balled into fists, chest heaving from his rant, Harry thought he was still beautiful. Even furious, ready to spit vitriol, and fire, Harry couldn't be upset with his angry accusations.
"I think I'm in love with you." The words were out of his mouth before he'd even thought about saying them aloud. It was too late to take them back, though, and he watched as Malfoy's anger seemed to grow, his words only acting as fuel on a fire of indignation and resentment.
"Oh, really? You THINK you're in love with me? That's just sad. You THOUGHT you wanted to marry that redheaded bint, and before that, you THOUGHT you liked what we had going. Before THAT, you thought you hated me! I suggest you figure out your head, Potter. I have a child, now. I'm RESPONSIBLE for that tiny bundle of life. I can't afford to let you overturn my life, just because you THINK you have feelings deeper than a puddle."
Harry flinched, and took a moment to gather his thoughts, and courage. He took strength from Hermione's calm acceptance, and Malfoy's obvious emotion.
"Fine, I'm in love with you! I've BEEN in love with you, I've just been too stupid to realize, or admit it, or whatever! The point is, you can't leave again. You can't just take Scorpius, and vanish to another country, because I swear to god, Malfoy, I WILL come after you. I'm sick of my fake marriage, and I'm sick of missing you, and I'm sick of this stupid, boring life without you in it. I can't live without you. Please don't ask me to." Harry begged, realizing that he sounded hopelessly desperate. If he was Malfoy, he would be disgusted by the sound, but the grey eyes that met his weren't full of disgust. He seemed to be considering the words, and Harry watched his face twitch through different reactions. Finally, it settled into a wary sneer.
"You seem to be living JUST fine without me, Potter. I could leave tomorrow, and you would forget I ever existed, just like you did last time. Boredom never killed anyone, so you'd be FINE." Malfoy argued, poking a finger into Harry's chest. Harry stared down into angry silver pools, his thoughts a hurricane of emotion and needs. Malfoy was provoking him, physically touching him, and TRYING to upset him. Harry knew he wanted him to lose control and get physical back, so that in the aftermath, they could blame the situation, not themselves. But it would still be adultery. He'd hoped to just talk things through with Malfoy, and then have words with Ginny, but… clearly Malfoy didn't want or need to talk. The angry challenge his eyes held was all the invitation Harry needed to know that if he was unfaithful to Ginny, Malfoy would forgive him. He'd be setting one piece of his life on fire, for just the possibility that Malfoy would actually reciprocate after he'd gotten what he wanted.
Harry leapt at that chance, unable to let the opportunity pass by. He snatched Draco by the neck, and brought their lips together, kissing him more fiercely than he'd ever dared to kiss Ginny. He drug his fingers through the long silky strands of hair, and grabbed handfuls of dark, expensive robes, pushing Malfoy bodily backward. The feeling of kissing him again, finally touching him, breathing in his scent, was a deep relief that seemed to sooth everything wrong in his life.
Harry backed him against the desk, pleased that the blond was kissing him back. He wasn't bothering to struggle as he grabbed back at him, pulling, biting, and desperately trying to get closer to Harry. He lifted the blond easily to sit on the desk, and wedged himself between parted thighs. Between frantic hands, and pressing bodies, Harry managed to move Malfoy’s robes around his hips, and quickly undid his trousers. With a bit of wiggling from the blond, the pants were discarded to the floor, and they both began working on Harry’s Auror robes. Harry ignored the way his hands shook nervously, fumbling to open the fly of his pants, cursing the many buttons of his work uniform.
As he popped open the last fastening, and his erection sprang free, he shoved parchment, quills, and desk clutter clattering to the ground, pushed Malfoy down onto his back, and leaned over him. He shoved expensive fabric out of his way as he pressed his bare sex to Malfoy. He groaned, and paused, enjoying the warmth of skin against his, and already feeling too close to finishing. He pulled his wand from his disheveled robes, and cast a quick, wordless charm, one he’d learned before he’d even thought to marry Ginny, one he hadn’t used since the last time he’d been so close to Draco. Malfoy gasped at the sudden cool wetness, and Harry smirked, dropped his wand to the desk, and held his cock steady as he lined himself up.
He hesitated for only a brief, breathless moment, staring down into an eager silver stare, and dismissed the stab of guilt he felt. THIS was what he wanted. He could sort the rest out after he’d fixed this. He absolutely could not let this slip through his fingers again.
He held Malfoy’s gaze as he entered him, watching his face warp with expression. There was surprise, relief, and then enjoyment. Harry moved slowly, savoring every inch of the tight heat he sank into, every soft breath from Malfoy’s lips. When he was fully immersed, he paused, the briefest moment spent marvelling at what he’d done. There was no going back. Only committing, fully, to this moment, to this future. He pressed a violent kiss to Draco’s lips, and began fucking him in earnest, harsh, rough strokes that slapped skin against skin. He yanked at blond hair, forcing the head back, and sank his teeth viciously into a soft pale throat. Malfoy groaned, and Harry felt him tighten in response. He didn’t slow his pace as he snatched his wand back up, slashed at the air, rending fabric, and vanishing troublesome shoes. He tore away what little remained covering his prize, and pressed his body down onto the other, relishing the familiar feel of him, the feel of his breath heaving the pale chest against his. The feeling of hands grabbing his hair near-painfully. He could feel Malfoy's erection being pressed between their bodies, and he took pleasure in knowing he had the same effect on Malfoy as Malfoy had on him.
As he felt his balls tighten, and feared he'd finish too soon, he felt the change in Draco's body, the tightening of his muscles, the pitch of his voice, and the slight trembling as his climax painted their bellies. Harry kissed the satisfied blond as he came shortly after, unbothered by the slippery mess between them.
When they were both spent, Harry took a moment to catch his breath, resting his face on white skin and he huffed in oxygen. He felt Mafloy’s soft chuckle under his head before the sound reached air.
“Being married make you soft, Potter?” The blond taunted, and Harry lifted himself from the breathless body to glare down at his newest guilt. Teasing silver eyes met his, and Harry felt his stomach lurch at the provocation that filled them. It’d been so long since he’d had sex at all, and even longer since he’d felt so intensely aroused. He’d finished too quickly. He wasn’t done with his lover yet, and it seemed Draco, though he’d also cum, wasn’t ready to quit.
“Not even a little. Just taking it easy the first time, so you don’t cry.” Harry retorted, as he picked up his wand. Draco’s eyes followed the motion with sharp interest, and Harry grinned down at him. “In fact, I’ve learned a few new things while you were away. Though… None of them from marriage…” Harry mused, shoving his hand under Malfoy’s back, to wrap his arm around the slim frame in a firm hold. He took a single soft breath to steady himself, focused, and rolled himself sideways, pulling Draco with him into the uncomfortable vice of apparation.
The hardest part of the move was that naturally, as he rolled, his mind would expect to end on his back, as if he hadn’t apparated. But with the magic that transported them, when he focused, and ignored the vertigo of the short roll, he could arrive with any orientation he liked. So as the brief squeeze of magic ended, he felt as if gravity had reversed, his body expecting to be on its back, instead finding itself upright once more, and kneeling on a soft, plush bed, with a rather dazed looking blond beneath him. Draco shook his head, clearly feeling the same strange sense of altered physics. Harry grinned down at his confounded expression, and tossed his wand easily to the familiar ornate bedside table. It seemed nothing in the Manor had really changed since he’d last been here, which suited him just fine.
He quickly took the soft pink mouth again, savoring a few slow, deep kisses. The kind he’d missed most. As his arousal quickly took charge once more, he let himself go, enjoying Draco in a way he hadn’t enjoyed anything in so long. His hands played brutally across the beloved pale body, and his every abuse was eagerly accepted. He held out longer the second time, switching erratically between his vicious pleasures, and a slow, torturous worship of his love.
As he fell, exhausted and spent, into slumber, all the guilt he’d felt had vanished. He held Draco’s limp form in his arms, and for the first time in years, he felt peaceful. He knew tomorrow would be rough, filled with harsh emotions, but he didn’t care just then. For that moment, everything was perfect. No matter what hardships came, everything was going to be perfect.
~End~
A/N: Well, here we are, everyone. Only took me forever to remember to post it.^_^"
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