Magnetism | By : Queenie_Mab Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4595 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Hermione sat at Harry's red Formica and chrome kitchen table, sniffling, while Harry bustled about preparing tea.
"How could you, Harry?" Hermione spat, swinging back into anger. "I could understand you wanting to be with someone other than me, but Draco Malfoy? How thick can you get?" She bunched up her bushy brown hair and fastened a band around it that she had worn on her wrist, pulling it back in a ponytail. Her face was a blotchy red and she had tear tracks dried on her cheeks.
"Stop, just stop, 'Mione," Harry pleaded, setting a cup of tea on the table before her. He poured himself a cup and sat down to her left.
Hermione folded her arms and pursed her lips.
"I'm falling for him," Harry said quietly, "hard. He's complicated and closed up, but I think I'm starting to break through some of the walls he's built up around himself. I want your blessing, Hermione." Harry ran his hand through his thick black hair, disheveling it more than it already was.
"What about Francis McDougall?" Hermione asked. "The dead Muggle. Did Malfoy have anything to do with his death?" She kept her arms folded and began to swing one of her legs which she had crossed.
Harry weighed his options; he was such a poor liar when it came to Hermione. "I took the report to the Minister for Magic this morning and he destroyed it," Harry confessed. "There is no evidence linking Draco to Francis McDougall's murder."
"Hmm," Hermione hummed. "Right, so how long has it been?" she asked, voice laced with venom.
"How long has what been?" Harry asked, clueless. He nervously ran his hand through his hair again.
"How long have you fancied blokes?" Hermione asked sharply, swinging her foot angrily, arms still crossed over her chest.
Harry was taken aback. He'd expected more of a reaming from her for losing evidence that could possibly convict Draco Malfoy. "Er—I guess I've always fancied blokes a bit," Harry admitted. "But I fancy girls too. It's just, Draco is different. We've always clashed, but when we're always drawn back together again and when we're close, it feels like I'm complete, if that makes any sense at all." He sighed heavily. "I only have five more days with him, 'Mione. Then I've promised to leave him alone for the rest of our lives. Please don't take this little bit of happiness away from me."
"Fine, Harry. I said before that you could have a week to yourself and I'll honour that promise, but I warn you to be careful. It's likely that you're dealing with a Death Eater scumbag that murdered innocent Muggles." She uncrossed her legs and stood up, dusting off her robes. She hadn't touched her tea.
"You know, 'Mione," Harry said. "Not all Muggles are innocent, but I don't want to talk about that right now. I want to get back to Draco. I'll see you when my time is up, all right?"
"All right," Hermione agreed. She opened the front door and Disapparated from the top step. 12 Grimmauld place's Fidelius Charm was still in effect, although it was severely weakened.
Harry poured the untouched tea down the sink and returned to Draco's house.
~*~
Now that there was peace and quiet in the house, Draco continued to write.
"Zeke," Rhys said, panting against the pillow. "You are so incredible, I love you, you know that don't you?"
Zeke responded by smiling against the back of Rhys' neck and murmuring, "Uh-huh."
"I'm so glad that you're feeling better now. I can't imagine what we would have done if you didn't get well. I don't know how I would've got by if I'd have had had to go these past two weeks without having you."
"Hey," Zeke said, raising his head and pressing his cheek against Rhys'. "I thought you loved me, you're not just in it for the sex are you?"
Rhys cracked a grin and pushed his arse against Zeke's softening cock, wriggling. "Of course not. I love you, I just love becoming one with you too. It feels whole and--oh, I don't know, just so right."
It was coming out sappier than he had intended, but it felt right for the story he was telling: a romantic homosexual tragedy. He only hoped his publishing company would accept it, but decided he didn't give a damn if they didn't. He was writing this book for himself.
The bell rang again and Draco slammed his laptop shut and stamped to the door, still in his pyjama bottoms. His half-empty beer can and bottle of Firewhisky remained on the table next to his cigarettes.
It was Blaise and a beautiful young woman with long blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. Draco didn't spare her a glance. "What is it, Blaise? I'm trying to get a novel written and I keep getting interrupted."
Blaise seemed unfazed by Draco's rudeness. "May we come in?" he asked politely.
Not wanting to make another scene on his front porch, Draco opened the door and allowed them to pass. He led them to the lounge, where they took seats upon the sofa.
"To what do I owe the honour of a visit from you?" Draco asked, unsure whether or not the young woman was a witch.
Blaise smiled his charming smile. "I'd like to introduce you to your betrothed, Astoria Greengrass," Blaise said, a smirk playing on his lips.
Draco paled and then grew red in the face. How dare Blaise presume to bring the bint into his house? "May I speak with you in the kitchen, Blaise? We can make tea for your guest. Miss Greengrass, how do you take your tea?" Draco asked politely.
Astoria didn't take her eyes off Draco's naked torso. It made him feel self-conscious.
"Cream and two sugars, please," Astoria said in a sickeningly sweet voice. It made Draco want to vomit.
"Right," he drawled. "We'll be right back. Feel free to look around the lounge if you'd like." Draco's lounge was decorated with numerous curios, mostly of nude men. They stood on the mantlepiece, on several small tables and hung in paintings on the wall.
"Thank you," Astoria said sweetly.
Draco gripped Blaise by the elbow and nearly dragged him into the kitchen. "What business do you have bringing her here? I thought I made it clear to you the last time you visited, I prefer blokes."
"Yes," Blaise answered, bored. "And Harry Potter in particular?"
Draco blanched. "How do you know about Potter?" he asked, heart hammering against his breastbone.
"I have my sources," Blaise answered cryptically. He pulled Draco's kettle out and filled it with water, then set it on the Muggle stove to boil.
"Damn you to hell!" Draco shouted. "Who do you think you are, dictating my life for me? I have an announcement to make. Astoria," he called. "May we see you in the kitchen?"
She practically floated over in her deep blue dress robes. "Yes?" she asked. "An announcement?"
Draco looked Blaise in the eye. "I'm living with him and I'm doing it because I like it. I like to fuck him and I like—"
"Draco!" Blaise chastised.
Astoria looked horrified. "Is this true? You're queer?" Her hands began to quiver and she clasped them together.
"Yes, it's true," Draco said. "Did either of you notice my decor in the lounge? How many straight men decorate in male nudes?"
"I thought it was artistic expression," Astoria said stupidly. "Blaise, this engagement is off. I will not marry a poof." She turned and left the kitchen and they heard the front door bang shut.
"Now you've done it," Blaise hissed. "I think I'll be able to salvage this, but you have to shape up. You'll never be accepted by the wizarding world unless you marry into society. I have to run and catch up with her." Blaise rushed to the front door. "This is not over yet," he called over his shoulder as the screen banged shut.
Draco shut and locked the door, vowing not to open it again that day. He returned to his laptop and downed the rest of his beer, then poured himself some spiked Firewhisky. He sat back down at his laptop and cleared his head.
"I was kidding," Zeke said, pressing his hardening cock against the crack of Rhys' arse, tracing it up and down, smearing it with pearly pre-come. "But it's so romantic of you to say such things. I love you too," Zeke gasped.
"Don't tell me you're ready for another go," Rhys said, lifting his head and looking back over his shoulder.
Zeke leaned over to thrust his tongue awkwardly in their position into Rhys' mouth. He broke away with a flirtatious smile. "No, I'm just messing around, besides, I don't think I could take another pounding."
They lay together in absolute bliss for the next hour, slipping in and out of sticky, sweaty, sleepy after-play.
After half an hour of drinking too much on an empty stomach and writing, Draco was feeling giddy and horny. He found he was looking forward to Harry's return and even walked outside a few times to see if Harry was walking up the road.
Harry knocked on the door an hour later and Draco, watching through the front window, rushed to answer it. As soon as Harry was inside, Draco tackled him up against the wall, bending down to demand entrance to Harry's mouth with his tongue. His bottoms were tented by his half-erect cock and he pressed himself against Harry, rubbing up and down his stomach, snogging heavily.
When he finally broke away to breathe, Harry looked at him curiously. "Draco, are you all right?" he asked.
"Never better… well, it could be better if we were in the bedroom," he said with a sincere smile.
"You're serious?" Harry asked.
Draco held him by the hips and began to gyrate their bodies together in a strange sort of dance. "I've never been more serious. I want you, Harry." Harry's name on his tongue didn't feel as foreign as he thought it would.
Harry groaned as Draco ground against him. "Draco, you're making this really hard for me," Harry said.
Draco grabbed Harry's arse and nibbled on his ear. "That is the idea," he whispered.
"No," Harry said, pulling Draco away to face him. Draco looked at him, confused. Didn't Harry want this as much as he did? "I'm falling for you, and if this is just sex for a week and then I'll never be able to see you again; I don't know that I can bear it."
A warm sensation rose up inside Draco, melting the last vestiges of ice around his heart. "I—I want you to stay," he said, voice a little shaky.
Draco looked down into Harry's bright eyes. "You do?" Harry asked, hopeful.
"Yes," Draco said, taking Harry into a bruising kiss. He really did want Harry to stay and it shocked him a little, but he was too aroused to think anything of it. He'd examine his feelings later. Right now, the most important thing in the world was to feel Harry's rippling heat surround his cock.
Harry toed off his shoes and socks and Draco led him to the bedroom. He pulled Harry's t-shirt off and let it fall, then grabbed him by the belt loops on his jeans and brought him closer, letting go and wrapping his arms around Harry's bare back. He felt Harry's hands, hot and dry against the skin of his own back, and relished the feeling of their chests rubbing together.
"You feel so good," Draco said. He lowered his head and took Harry's lips into another kiss, faces scratching against one another. Harry broke away and gazed lovingly into Draco's eyes, causing Draco's heart to flutter. He'd never felt so close to somebody before, having closed up his heart years ago, so he couldn't be hurt.
"Come to bed and take me," Harry said in a low, husky voice. Harry pulled out of Draco's embrace and let his baggy jeans and boxers fall to the floor. He stood, cock erect and pulsing from a black tangle of curls, bollocks hanging heavily beneath.
Draco's mouth began to salivate at the sight of Harry turning around and climbing onto the bed, giving Draco a clear view of his perfectly rounded buttocks and dusky pink pucker that Draco longed to fill. Harry positioned himself in the middle of the bed, arse up on his knees and elbows, inviting Draco to drink his fill.
Draco stood enraptured by the sight, scarcely believing that he could have found a partner and that it would turn out to be Harry Potter. He shook the disbelief from his mind and dropped his bottoms, then climbed onto the large white duvet behind Harry.
He gently pulled Harry's cheeks apart, opening him up, showing off his lovely pink hole, stretched open and winking. Draco lowered his face to lick at the rim and Harry's body shuddered beneath him.
Draco's cock twitched, hot and pulsing as he prepared Harry with his tongue, feeling out the smooth channel and pushing past the ring of muscle, loosening it. Harry moaned, his face pressed into the blankets, and wriggled back to meet Draco's lapping tongue.
Draco savoured the taste of man that Harry provided, an earthy, salty musk. He smelled so good to Draco that the pre-come leaking from his slit wept copiously onto the duvet below him. He rose up, Summoned the lube from the bedside table and filled Harry with the cold, slippery stuff. He set the jar at the foot of the bed and began to tease at Harry's opening with the head of his cock, rubbing in circles around the rim, before pushing inside.
Once there, Draco felt as if he had found a home at last. He felt as if he belonged for once in his life, that a missing fragment of his self had been located and replaced. He pulled back and pushed in, gasping at the sensation of Harry's gripping heat as it surrounded him.
"Ahh—ooo—yeah," Harry gasped as he met Draco thrust for thrust, pushing back into him. The feeling of Harry's bollocks bouncing against his threw Draco into a frenzy of slapping flesh and dripping sweat. He felt Harry's inner walls, rippling around his cock, caressing it, and it was brilliant.
"Harry, Harry, Harry," Draco chanted as he pounded Harry into the bed. He reached around and gripped Harry's cock, stroking it into full hardness..
"Draco," Harry gasped. "Let me turn over. I want to see your face when you come." Draco's heart flopped over in his chest at Harry's words. He withdrew and Harry turned over on his back, drawing up his legs and holding them behind his knees, so Draco could take him from the front.
"Oh, Merlin," Draco murmured at the sight of Harry's wanton body. His glasses had slipped from his face earlier and his expression was so open and full of adoration, that Draco nearly confessed love for Harry. He held himself back, wanting to be sure of these feelings that were so raw and new, that he barely recognised them.
He entered Harry again with a loud and contented sigh, loving the sensation of being encased in Harry's body, connected with him.
He stroked Harry in time with his rhythmic thrusts, watching as Harry turned his head this way and that and gripped madly at the bedding as if trying to stabilise himself. Draco sped up his thrusts as he felt the impending sensation of orgasm come over him. He stroked Harry faster, adding a twist at the end of each movement until Harry spilled hot semen over his hand and clenched down around his cock.
Draco gave a few more jerking thrusts and then was spilling his release into Harry's depths with a loud cry of Harry's name on his lips. He knew Harry was watching his face as he came, studying it, and it filled him with great pleasure to know that Harry wanted to see it, see him. He felt totally exposed and himself again after so many years; relief washed over him and he collapsed on top of Harry's body, sticky with perspiration and come.
Draco slipped out of Harry's body and Harry brought his legs up to circle Draco's waist. They kissed, rubbing rough faces into one another and filling Draco with such a feeling of completeness, he poured his longing to belong to Harry into his efforts.
"Draco!" Zabini's voice came from the lounge, carried in through the open bedroom door.
Draco lazily rolled off Harry and looked into his eyes. "Give me a minute!" he called to Blaise. "Wait for me?" he said to Harry, and Harry nodded up at him, smiling. Draco slipped off the bed and pulled his pyjama bottoms back on. He smelled of sex and sweat, but couldn't be arsed to care as he left the bedroom and closed the door behind him.
Blaise and Astoria stood in the center of the lounge, dusting soot off their robes. Blaise looked up when Draco entered the room wearing a scowl.
"What do you want? My Floo is shut for a reason," he said bitterly, cursing Blaise for invading his privacy repeatedly.
Blaise looked Draco up and down, frowning. "Don't you own clothes any more?" he asked disdainfully.
"What is she doing here?" Draco asked, inclining his face toward Astoria, completely ignoring Blaise's question.
"Saving your skin," Blaise said bitterly. He pulled a copy of the Daily Prophet out of his pinstripe robes pocket and handed it to Draco.
"Hermione Granger has started a smear campaign against you," Blaise explained. "Apparently she found the Auror report of Francis McDougall's murder, and is publicly accusing you and exposing you as an impostor Muggle novelist. The only way I can save your reputation is to have you marry back into wizarding society and publicly defend yourself."
"No," Draco said simply, handing the Prophet back to Blaise without even looking at it. "I won't return to the wizarding world and I won't marry a woman, especially one that can be bought," he said, pointedly ignoring Astoria's presence. "Granger has no proof that I murdered anybody; you've made sure of that, so I don't feel I need to defend myself. Let her burn herself out with her fit of jealousy and leave me out of it."
Harry came into the room looking fully shagged and disheveled. "What's going on in here?"
Blaise looked at him with fury in his eyes. "Potter, what are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay away from Draco!"
Harry cocked an eyebrow and looked at Draco.
"Blaise, he's my lover. You have no right to tell him that he cannot see me." Draco said angrily. He couldn't believe Blaise was trying to use his power as Minister in such a way.
"He told me that the only reason you even let him into your house was to repay a life debt. You don't have the capacity to love, Draco. I've known you for years. I don't want to see you get hurt again."
Astoria looked from Draco to Harry and back. "Blaise, I want to go home. The deal's off. I wouldn't marry him if you paid me a million Galleons."
Blaise looked panic-stricken. "No, Astoria, wait!"
Astoria gave everybody in the room a dirty look and took some Floo powder down from the mantel. She Flooed away.
"Now you've done it, Draco. She was your last chance at redeeming yourself in the wizarding community."
Draco's slate grey eyes flashed dangerously. "How many times do I have to tell you, Blaise; I'm not going back. Back off and let me live my life."
Blaise withdrew a piece of parchment from his robes pocket and held it up for Draco to see. "See this? It's the Auror report on Francis McDougall's death. I can make it go away, all I ask is that you come home."
Harry pulled his wand faster than Draco could blink. "Incendio," he called, setting the Auror report on fire. It curled up in Zabini's hand and he dropped it, trying to stamp out the flames. "How dare you try to blackmail Draco with his freedom! If you are a true friend and really care about him, you'll let him live his life the way he wants to."
Draco felt a great swelling in his chest. He shook his head. Harry never would get over his saviour complex, but Draco felt such affection for him for standing up to Blaise. "All right, Potter," Draco drawled. "There's no need to get mushy in front of Blaise."
Harry walked over to Draco and slipped his arm around his waist. "I think there is," he said, pulling Draco's face down for a chaste kiss.
Blaise threw up his arms. "Fine, I give up. Your mother's going to be devastated when I tell her about this though."
Draco held Harry by the waist as well and looked down into his emerald eyes. "I don't care. It's my life and I'll live it the way I want to," he said. "And that life includes Harry. I trust you can show yourself out?"
Blaise threw the Prophet down on the coffee table. "Fine, but you're on your own as far as the Granger front is concerned. I can't do anything else to help you. All of the evidence is destroyed."
"Thank you, Blaise," Draco said looking back over to him. "You are a good friend."
Blaise shrugged. "Potter, you had just better not hurt him. You've caught yourself a winner."
"I know," Harry said, tracing the softer lines of Draco's lips. He smiled, facing his lover. "I have."
~Fin~
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