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The Bar	By : hedwig_927 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9129 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Disclaimer! Obviously I do not own or make money off of Harry Potter, just having a bit of fun :)
Happy birthday Harry! I meant to post this yesterday, but as life would have it, I've been busy. So, my Harry Potter birthday present to you is a chapter that is almost 17,000 words. (And maybe a one shot or two later today ;) ) I'm not really sure how this came to be so long, but I hope you guys enjoy. You get no hints for what's in this one, you're going in blind.
Have fun!

Chapter 8

The floor was singed and there was a heavy smell of smoke in the air. It was the type that smelled as though it had been ingrained in the walls from years of heavy smoking.
The four aurors surrounded the gaping hole in the floor, staring at it as if that would somehow give them a clue as to what could’ve happened. They had already run two perimeter checks, checked briefly throughout the entire house, and found nothing but a few dark objects lingering that hadn’t been there when Harry had come last.
Harry was pacing, racking his brain with the moments of the day he was there last, trying to piece together the things that were different in an effort to build a connection. It hadn’t made any sense. The reportings that urged Kingsley to have Harry scope the place out in the first place were nothing serious. Just a few harmless hexes towards passerby and strange noises. When Harry came to check it out it hadn’t posed a threat. He needed to find out what changed, or what he was missing.
"Oi, would you stop pacing, I can’t think straight." Nott asked impatiently.
Harry glared at him. "I can’t."
Nott just huffed.
Harry grit his teeth. He was not about to argue with the bloke. "I’m going to have a look at the basement." Harry grumbled and left before anyone could protest.
Harry heard Ron’s voice as he was walking down the hall. "Lay off him will you? We’re supposed to be a team." He heard Nott scoff. Harry scowled. He was starting to loathe the man.
He took a deep breath and walked carefully down the basement stairs. He ran his hands along the railing, looking for any blood, or signs of resistance. He made his way into the dark room.
"Lumos." He whispered. It was almost pitch black, other than the ginormous hole at the other side of the room, where light poured in from the foyer above. He could still hear his coworkers upstairs, discussing a course of action. He heard Ron ask John to accompany him upstairs. He didn’t hear Nott say anything. Harry moved softly throughout the room, being careful where he stepped and dragging his hand against the wall, searching for something that would give him an idea of what happened.
He made it to where the hole was. He bent down and looked at the floor directly below the hole.
There was nothing. Literally nothing. Was it really possible that something melted, or burned, or something, through the floor and didn’t damage anything else? Harry grunted. He stood up, feeling the walls surrounding the area. When he came closer to the corner, he felt a slimy liquid. Harry looked at his finger. It was clear, and sticky. He sniffed it. It smelled like wood. He brought it to his mouth-
"You’re not actually about to taste that, are you?" Harry whipped around. It was Nott. "I thought you were a bit smarter than that."
Harry ignored him, rolling his eyes and returning his attention back to the wall. He felt around to see where else the clear, jelly-like substance was. It had covered the entire corner even going onto the next wall. Nott was suddenly behind him, infiltrating his personal space. He reached over him, touching the clear stuff.
"What the?" Nott whispered to himself. Harry shifted away from him. He felt a bit too close for comfort. He watched Nott bring the substance to his face to sniff as well. "Do you think it’s poisonous?"
"I d’know. It’s possible, but not likely." Harry said, not looking at him. He resumed looking at the walls and conjured up a small jar. He scraped some of the gelatinous goop into it and sealed it. He marked it with his wand, so that the words ‘Unidentified Evidence’ appeared on the outside and Harry vanished it back to their lab at the ministry.
Nott was bent down and looking at the floor, feeling around for something. There was just more sludge. He stood up. "So how have you been?"
Harry raised an eyebrow at the man. Why on earth was he asking him about his well-being? During a search no less. "Er, fine. You?" He turned his attention back to the wall, starting to scrape more of the stuff off to see if there was anything strange beneath it, or if there was a source.
"Fine. You’ve been keeping busy, I see." He smirked, pointing to Harry’s love bite on his neck. Harry turned red and quickly adjusted his robes to cover his neck more. "Who’s the lucky guy?"
How the hell did he know Harry was seeing a man? He hadn’t exactly advertised it. Harry just narrowed his eyes at him before resuming his task. He became frustrated with this obvious dead end.
"You know, I’m trying to be nice. For both of our sakes."
Harry scoffed. "I think we both act professional enough for work, it’s fine."
"That’s not what I meant." Nott rolled his eyes at him.
Well, then what the bloody hell did he mean? "You really want to talk about my love life right now?"
Nott shrugged. "I d’know, why not?"
Harry sighed. "It’s new. We just made things official.. um, last night. We haven’t told anyone yet." He said a bit shortly. He found this conversation extremely odd.
"Well, that’s exciting. I assume you’ve been seeing this person for more than a day though, right?"
Harry shrugged. "Yeah. Over a month, maybe a month and a half. I d’know. Why do you care?"
Nott pressed his lips together. "I’m just making conversation.." He put his hands in his pockets and turned on his heels.
"What about you then? How’s your love life?"
Nott laughed. "Pft. Demanding. I get different bitches- erm.. witches, every weekend.” He sneered.
Harry managed a fake chuckle. "Charming."
Nott scoffed. "I can only be a slut once, I’m going to enjoy it." He gave Harry a wry smile. "I’ve got a thing for blondes though." He smirked at Harry.
Harry’s stomach lurched. Something about the way he said blond made him incredibly uneasy. "Erm, sure."
"How about you? What’s your type?" He cocked his head at him.
Harry crossed his arms. "What the hell are you playing at?” said Harry with a raised eyebrow.
Nott threw his hands up in innocence. "Nothing. Can’t a guy get to know his coworker?"
Harry shook his head, fed up with this conversation. "Whatever. Can we just focus on the task at hand please?"
Nott conceded with a nod and they resumed scoping out the basement. Harry only found a broken spear-like object in the corner by the stairs. It was so strange. It seemed the house had been wiped clean. There was no longer any dinky furniture, or ripped hangings on the wall. The planks on the wall were exactly the same as when Harry was first there, other than the goo. Harry found nothing else of importance and it was driving him mental.
He left Nott on his own and went upstairs to check the ground floor. He searched the kitchen. Every single thing was swept clean, other than a rotten, half-eaten apple on the counter, a few glasses laying around, and a paper towel roll. He collected the apple as evidence in the case of DNA.
He checked the sitting room, the only room that still had furniture in it. There was a dingy green sofa, a standing lamp, a coffee table, and an armchair. Harry checked the cushions, the floorboards, the table, the lightbulbs.. everything. And still nothing.
Harry let out an audible sound of frustration. He continued to sweep through the ground floor, checking the other rooms to no avail. He found his way up to where Ron and John were.
"Anything?" Harry asked, defeated.
"Nothing but a toothbrush, and some clothes. I’ve sent the toothbrush back, I don’t know what to do about the clothes." Ron answered.
"Well it’s our only lead so.. might as well take them." Harry started. "There was some weird clear substance on the wall downstairs. I sent it to the lab as well."
"What do you mean, substance?” asked Ron.
"Some sort of sticky stuff. I don’t know what it is."
"Can I have a look?" John asked.
Harry nodded. "Sure."
The three traveled back down to the cellar, where Nott still was. Harry motioned them to follow him to the corner of the room.
John quickly reached out and touched the clear substance. "What the hell?" Said John quietly.
"I know, it’s strange." Harry spoke.
“Your damn right it’s strange. Where the bloody hell did it come from?” Ron asked, reaching forward to touch it himself.
“It smells like wood,” John said, looking at Harry.
Harry nodded. “I know, but that could just be because it’s on the walls.”
John agreed. He suggested they take more of it, and some from the floor. It was their only real lead. People disappeared and some weird substance just appeared? It wasn’t your typical scenario.
The four aurors spent a few more hours scoping out the place and writing up reports. They checked outside and near neighboring houses and woods. There was nothing to be found.
There were only a few shudders falling off their hinges. It didn’t make any sense. It was obvious whatever happened, hadn’t until after Harry went there the first time. And who knew between then an now what could’ve taken place..

Harry and Ron apparated back to the office.
"That was rough." Ron breathed out.
Harry murmured in agreement, rubbing a hand over the scruff he hadn’t had time to shave in the morning.
"What are we going to do?"
"I d’know." said Harry, defeated. "There’s not much we can just yet, we have to keep going back and see if we've missed anything after we analyze everything. I wish we could've found something. Anything."
Ron nodded.
Harry sighed and slumped into his chair. "Why does this happen to us?"
Ron let out a choked scoff. "You’re telling me?" He chuckled.
Harry let out a laugh that was almost hysterical.
Silence fell between the two of them for a few moments. Harry sat with his elbows on his desk and his face in his hand. Just thinking about the mess they had on their hands now.
"Um, Harry?"
Harry jumped a bit, and looked up at him. "Yeah?"
"Erm.. could we maybe go out for drinks tonight? I uh, don’t fancy going home at the moment." Ron hung his head, clearly somber and upset about his current situation with Hermione.
Harry’s mind quickly went to Draco, but his best mate needed him. "Of course mate." He got up and rubbed Ron’s arm reassuringly. He would just owl Draco to let him know. It was only 4:30, he would get to see him later for sure.
Ron gave him a half smile. "Can I come back to yours to change?" He had really been adamant about not going home. Harry frowned internally, poor guy.
Harry smiled at him and nodded. "Yeah, that’d be fine. Let’s go."
They apparated to his flat, and Harry hadn’t realized: he never owled Draco.
…
"I’ll have Odgen’s please."
Harry laughed. "Make that two." He raised his beer toward the bartender.
Ron and Harry had been having a fine time. It seemed like this was the first time Ron was able to breathe. Harry’s heart twisted at the thought of his best mates going though it. It must be torturous, not knowing if their lives were about to change.
At that instant Harry something caught the corner of his eye. He saw the dark bartender walk into the pub and saunter towards the back of the bar.
He looked at Harry for a split moment, a smile finding its way onto his lips afterwards. Harry swallowed, uncomfortably. He instinctively went to grip Draco’s thigh, only to realize Draco was not with him. He shook his head of his thoughts and turned his attention to Ron.
"You alright there, mate?" Ron asked, his cheeks pink from the abundance of alcohol in his system.
"Er, yeah, I’m fine." He gave Ron a smile and then downed the rest of his beer. "So, uh. Tell me about you and Hermione."
Ron frowned. "There’s nothing to tell. I’m lucky we’re even sleeping in the same bed. She hadn’t come to bed the night it happened, and didn't a few nights after that, but I eventually talked her into it."
Harry cocked his head apologetically. "I’m sorry mate, I wish there was something I could do."
Ron shook his head. "Ah, don’t worry about it. In about a week’s time, she’ll either scold me for how reckless I was, or.." He swallowed, and Harry’s mind finished the sentence for him. No matter how bad Ron may have wanted a child, it would definitely change their lives, and whether that was for better or worse they couldn’t know just yet.
Harry reached out to pat him on the shoulder. "Hey man, don’t think like that. You guys will work it out, you always do." He smiled reassuringly.
"I sure hope so, I can’t take much more of this." He breathed out, a small chuckle on his tongue.
Harry was silent for a second, pursing his lips in thought. "Hold on, maybe you don’t have to." Harry’s face broke into a grin. "My sex advice may have gone sour on Hermione’s part, but you’re different."
Ron raised an eyebrow at him. "Huh?"
Harry chuckled and bit his lip. "You should show her who’s boss." Ron looked at Harry with wide eyes. "You should just grab her and.." He raised his eyebrows suggestively. "Take her. Show her you’re not going to stand for arguments longer than a day from now on." Harry set down his drink triumphantly.
"Harry, you do realize this is Hermione we’re talking about. She’s always the one who calls the shots. She gets uptight so easily, it’s better just to let her have her way." He shrugged the idea off dismissively, drinking his fire whiskey. "Besides, she'd laugh in my face if I tried to take charge."
"Ron that’s exactly my point. The moment you start showing her you mean business and standing up for yourself, she’ll have no choice but to give in."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Well, think about it. Hermione’s gotten comfortable thinking that she has everything in her life planned out to the T. You’ve already thrown a wedge into the mix with the possibility of a baby. You’ve got your foot in the door and now you’ve got to swing it open."
"Harry, enough with the metaphors please. A man’s had too much to drink." He said, bringing his fingers to his temples and pressing tightly.
Harry laughed. "Ron, do you honestly feel that you have no say in this relationship?"
"Yes!" He exclaimed, exasperated. "I’ve told you, it’s maddening! She still treats me as if I were in fourth or fifth year."
"So then prove to her you’re not."
"How Harry?"
Harry passed for a moment, thinking how to word this without seeming so blunt. "Um, well considering you’re not speaking at the moment there’s two things you can do." Ron looked at him, expectantly. "Argue with her, get her talking to you. Tell her how you’re feeling and advocate for a change." Ron's eyes widened. "Or.." Harry smirked, making Ron raise an eyebrow at him. "When you get home tonight.." He licked his lips and looked around his shoulders, making sure no one was too close in earshot. "Show her what your tongue can do."
Ron spit out his drink, making heads turn. "Harry!" He reddened immediately. His voice dropped to a whisper. "There are people around."
"So? No one’s heard me." He smirked again. When Ron just stared at him, Harry scoffed. "Honestly Ron, you’ve never been squeamish about sex before."
Ron blushed further. "Yeah, well that was before my fiancé wanted nothing to do with me." He said a bit harshly, making Harry jump. Ron closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. "I’m sorry, this whole thing has gotten me a bit, erm.. touchy." He began to whisper again. "And I’m trying not to think about sex. I just get blue-bollocksed."
Harry let a laugh escape his lips and Ron glared at him. He stifled it with a cough. "Ahem, erm, sorry.." Ron turned to his drink and Harry leaned closer to him. "I’m serious Ron, I know sex is what got you into this mess, but it could very well get you out. There’s no way she’s not as pent up as you are."
Ron just sighed and put his face in his hand. "I mean, I suppose so."
"Will you at least try to work things out with her?"
Ron groaned. "Harry, I want to do more than work things out with her."
Harry grinned. "So do it. Tonight. I believe in you."
"Fine, fine. I’ll try.. something." He waved his hand dismissively.
"Good." He smiled at him and downed the rest of his whiskey.
Ron motioned for one of the bartenders to bring them each other whiskey and a shot.
He raised his shot glass to Harry. "To sex.. hopefully." He laughed.
Harry laughed along with him and raised his glass to Ron's. "To sex, glorious sex." They both took their shots, and Harry’s face scrunched at the burning sensation down his throat, whereas Ron took it like a champ.
Ron scoffed. "Speaking of sex, you seem to be having quite a lot of it."
Harry reddened, finding it quite ironic Ron hadn’t wanted to talk about sex with people around not a moment ago, but was now toasting to it and loudly talking about Harry’s sex life. "Well, maybe."
"Who’re seeing Harry? Please tell me."
Harry looked away from him, contemplating on actually doing it. He shook his head. "I’d rather tell you and ‘Mione together."
Ron rolled his eyes at him. "Oh come on Harry, please."
Harry shook his head again. "My lips are sealed." He quickly followed his sentence with a sip of his drink.
"Well is there anything you can tell me?"
Harry sucked on his bottom lip. "Actually, yeah." He smiled at him. "He’s uh, he’s my boyfriend, as of yesterday."
Ron lips curled into a smirk. "You little bastard. All that talk about ’not yet,’ ‘I don’t know if things’ll work out with him.’ You’re a liar, a liar I tell you."
Harry couldn’t help but laugh. "Well, I said that before I realized I fancied him." He smiled to himself. "I really fancy him. I care about him a lot actually."
Ron clapped a hand on his shoulder. "I’m glad to hear it mate."
Harry smiled at him and the two men shared a few more silent moments together, sipping their drinks.
"Is there anything else you can tell me about ‘im?" asked Ron. Harry just shrugged. "What color is his hair?"
"Blond." Harry answered automatically, his gaze going to his drink as he smiled to himself.
"Like Malfoy blond or Dudley blond?" Ron asked with a laugh at how fast Harry responded.
Harry looked to him quickly, a bit surprised, hoping against hope Ron wouldn’t notice the suddenness of his movements, or the inevitable blush crawling onto his cheeks. "Erm.. Malfoy blond.." He said cautiously. Little did Ron know, it wasn’t like Malfoy blond, it was Malfoy blond.
He chuckled. "Bloody ferret. I wonder how he’s doing, the prat."
Harry swallowed, uncomfortably. "Er yeah, who knows." He knew he had to be blushing and quickly gulped down his drink in an effort to hide it. He needed to change the conversation quickly.
As if his thoughts were heard out loud, a distraction came into play.
"Harry mate, how are you?" It was the dark bartender.
It wasn’t the most welcome distraction, but was a distraction nonetheless.
"Ah, I’ve been alright, how about you?" He said, quickly sipping his drink again.
"Can’t complain, and you?" He motioned towards Ron.
He sighed. "Just dandy," he said sarcastically.
The bartender laughed. "I’m sorry to hear that mate." Ron just chuckled. The bartender looked to Harry, the same gleam in his eye he always seemed to have when looking at him. Harry shifted uncomfortably under his stare, averting his eyes towards his drink. "I haven’t seen much of you mate."
Harry just shrugged. "Yeah, I’ve been-"
"That’s because Harry’s got a boyfriend." Ron drunkenly blurted out. Harry flushed. "He’s in the honeymoon stage. He's like a lovesick puppy I’m afraid." He said laughing lightheartedly and Harry managed a chuckle, agreeing he was definitely like a lovesick puppy, fawning after Draco. He even wished he were next to him right now.
"Ah," He said with a knowing smile. "Who’s the lucky guy?"
Ron threw his hands up, "That’s what we’d all like to know. Harry’s not telling."
Harry blushed. "Ron.." He said embarrassed.
"He thinks I won’t approve." He was looking at the bartender. "I will approve of anyone who makes him this happy." He swung his drink in his hand and took another sip.
Harry breathed out a laugh, or was it a sigh of relief?, and smiled. Had he really meant that? "You mean that?" Ron looked to him. His eyes bore into blue ones.
"Of course Harry, you’re my best mate. I just want you to be happy."
Harry smiled wider. "Thanks.." he breathed. The prospect of getting Ron's blessing made Harry's heart leap in his chest. "That really means a lot."
Ron clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Unless he breaks your heart, then he’s as good as old Voldy." He laughed and so did the bartender, making Harry aware of his presence again.
Harry bit his lip and laughed along with them. "I hope he doesn’t, I really fancy him." He had to admit he felt a bit weird talking about his love life in front of the bartender. Guilty almost. Towards the broad man in front of him, and.. and Draco.
Draco..
"Fuck." Harry said quietly, sitting up quickly. He forgot about Draco, he never owled him.
"What Harry?" Ron asked and he and the bartender looked at him wide eyed.
"I-I was supposed to see him tonight, I never let him know I was going out. I had meant to owl him."
"It’s alright, I’m sure he’ll understand." Ron rubbed Harry’s arm reassuringly.
"Y-Yeah, he will. I just feel bad." He paused, then looked to the bartender. "What time is it?"
He looked at his watch. "Almost 7:30."
Harry’s eyes widened, but Ron beat him to the shock. "It’s what? Hermione will have my head." His voice upped a few octaves for that last sentence. "I’m never out this late without telling her."
Harry laughed. "I suppose we had better get going then." He moved to stand. "It was nice seeing you again." He offered the bartender a smile and the dark man tipped his head at him in goodbye.
"See you Harry," he said in his husky voice.
Harry just nodded, blushing a bit and left with Ron at his side.
They said goodbye outside the pub. "Good luck mate, make her feel good." He winked. "Don’t take no for an answer."
Ron laughed. "That’s a bit rapey isn’t it?"
Harry just shrugged with a devious smile on his face. "Have fun."
"You too." He winked, and they both apparated away.

Harry flooed into the manor, still a bit tipsy from the drinks at the pub. He made his way out of the fancy living room and towards Draco’s bedroom.
Draco’s house elf apparated next to him, making him yelp in surprise.
"Harry Potter Sir, Master Draco is-"
"Shhh!" Harry brought a finger to his lips. The house elf's eyes widened. "I want to surprise him."
The house elf nodded vigorously. "He’s in his potions lab, sir." The house elf whispered in her squeaky voice.
"Where’s that?"
"The basement, sir." She motioned him to follow and led him through the entire manor, practically. When they finally reached his lab she pointed, and bowed, before disappartating silently.
Harry cast a silencing spell on the door and his shoes, and opened it slightly, peeking through, hoping Draco’s back was to him.
It was. He at a table that had cauldrons all over it. He was sitting on a stool, taking notes. He wasn't brewing anything, so this was the optimal scaring opportunity. Harry crept into the room until he was behind Draco, slipping his arms under Draco’s and kissing his neck.
Draco screamed loudly and almost fell off the stool, but Harry caught him and whipped him around, pulling him into an intense kiss. Draco’s breathing was short and his eyes were open wide in shock, until he realized it was Harry.
Draco melted into the kiss, letting out a small moan and wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck, falling back against his potions table.
He pulled away. "Where’ve you been?" He asked breathy. "You said you were going to owl."
Harry's stomach lurched. "I know, I’m sorry." He kissed him again, devouring his lips. "We were investigating a suspicious house and got back later than expected." He paused, kissing him again, desperate to taste him. It was crazy that the blond made him lose his wits, making him want to consume every inch of him, just from one simple kiss. "Then Ron asked me out for drinks, and we lost track of time." Another kiss. "I had meant to owl you before I left the office."
Draco was absorbing every bruising kiss Harry placed on his lips. "And?"
Harry stopped kissing him, panting against his mouth as they shared each other’s breath. "It slipped my mind." His hand traveled to the small of Draco’s back, pulling him into him. "I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?" He breathed, pressing his forehead against Draco’s and staring into pools of silver.
Draco licked his lips. "I’ll think about it," he smashed his lips onto Harry’s, kissing him deeply.
Harry moaned and pressed Draco further against the table. His arm reached behind him and he pushed his notebook to the side and sent it tumbling to the ground. Draco made a sound, but Harry ignored it, grabbing his hips and lifting his slim frame onto the table, never breaking their all-consuming kiss.
He ran his hands up thin thighs and over taut sides, pulling at his jumper and bringing his mouth impossibly closer. Draco groaned, cupping the side of Harry’s face and kissing him deeply.
"I taste whiskey on your tongue." Draco breathed. "Are you drunk?"
Harry shook his head. "No, just a bit tipsy."
Draco moaned. "Do you want to get drunk with me? And have drunk sex?" Draco whispered seductively in his ear.
Harry moaned and pulled Draco to kiss him again. "I want to take you right here, baby."
Draco broke the kiss. "Oh is that so? You can’t wait?" He teased.
Harry moaned. "Un-uh." He grabbed at Draco’s jumper with both hands, pulling him closer to him. Their lips crashed together and Harry groaned.
Draco pulled away again. "Oh, but you made me wait all day. Isn’t it fair I return the favour?"
Harry whined. "Draco! I had to work," breathed Harry, trying to kiss Draco again, but was just barely out of reach.
"Mmm, yes, work, and.. drinks?" He raised an eyebrow.
Harry tried to calm his breathing. "Ron needed me." He frowned. "He’s been having a rough time with Hermione."
"Ah," Draco nodded, rubbing his hands all over Harry’s chest and driving him mental. "And I take it you haven’t told him about us yet?"
"No, only that I have a boyfriend." He smiled at him. "And that you’re blond."
Draco smiled back with a chuckle. "I guess I am blond." Harry rolled his eyes and kissed him, but it was short-lived. Draco seemed set on making Harry wait. "When are you going to tell him?"
"I was thinking of having him and Hermione 'round for dinner one night, and I’d just bring you out to them."
Draco nodded, biting his lips slightly. "I’ve told my friends about you. I hope you don’t mind."
Harry pulled back a bit. "You did? When?"
"Well Pansy’s known since we went out for lunch. I told Blaise and Theo last week."
Harry stared at him. So that’s why Nott was acting weird, he knew about him and Draco.. "We weren’t dating then."
"Yeah, but it was getting serious."
"But, what if we hadn’t worked out?"
Draco smiled and pulled him into a kiss. "You can’t resist me and you know it. I tried my luck, and I won."
Harry gasped against him. He wanted to kiss him again. He pressed his lips forward, but Draco pulled back again. "Draco.." He growled through gritted teeth.
"See, I told you." He booped Harry on the nose and hopped off the table. He bent down to pick up the scattered notebook. Harry stared his taut bum. He smacked Draco’s arse, hard.
The blond yelped and shot up, his notebook falling out of his hands as he steadied himself. He glared at Harry.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" He drawled.
Harry grinned mischievously and walked towards him, backing him into the wall. He reached around Draco’s hips and grabbed his arse. "Because I can’t resist you." He teased.
Draco scowled and tried to shove Harry off. Harry caught his wrists and kissed the struggling blond. He wriggled and thrashed his head, trying to throw Harry off. Harry just chuckled and let go of him. He went and retrieved the fallen notebook off the floor and put it neatly on the table, as to appease Draco.
"I want to play a game." Draco’s voice was suddenly husky. Harry turned and raised an eyebrow at him. "A drinking game."
Harry scoffed. "Is this because I went out without letting you know."
Draco straightened his jumper. "No," he said, unconvincingly. "I just want to drink with you."
Harry laughed and walked towards the pretentious man. He cupped his chin in his hands and brought him into a loving kiss. "Fine, let’s drink."
Draco smiled.
...
"Alright, so the object of the game is to correctly guess the part of the body you’re licking. If you don’t get it right, by the second try, you drink."
Harry nodded. "Right, and how are we supposed to do that with clothes on?" He smirked, wrapping his arms around the blond and kissing him.
Draco let out the smallest moan. "We-we strip."
"Is that a game too, or do we just take our clothes off as we go?" He smiled.
Draco licked his lips and kissed Harry again, finding his tongue and moaning into his mouth. Harry felt the fire ignite inside him again. He kissed him deeper, gripping his hips tightly and feeling Draco's hard-on against his thigh.
"It-It’s a game.." He breathed against Harry’s lips, lightly dusting over them.
Harry smirked. "And how do we play?"
Draco was staring at Harry’s lips, he swallowed. "We-We um.." He trailed off and slowly pressed his lips against Harry’s, moaning softly on contact. His hand moved up to Harry’s jaw and he caressed him tenderly, deepening the kiss. Harry let out a small gasp.
If Draco was this turned on already, there won’t be much drinking. He thought, as he pressed closer and licked Draco’s lips before pulling away. Draco groaned. His gaze still on Harry’s lips. "So how.. do we play?" He spoke slowly, watching Draco gaze flick to his eyes and they bored into his.
Draco squeezed his eyes shut and backed away from Harry, leaving Harry slightly cold. "It’s a guessing game. You think of a spot you would like to be kissed and I have three chances to get it. If I get it after the first try, you have to strip, and I kiss you there. If I get it after the second or third, I have to take a shot. Then kiss you there."
Harry’s hand reached out to grab Draco’s hip. "And if you don’t?"
Draco’s breath faltered, his gaze was on Harry’s lips again, so Harry decided to lick them and bit his lower lip, watching his pupils expand. "You have to kiss me where you were thinking, or I have to strip. It depends on how bad we are at the game." He chuckled a bit, eyes still locked on Harry's red, swollen lips.
"That seems easy enough." Harry let go of Draco’s hip and moved to bring the shot glasses and whiskey from the counter over to where they were in the sitting room.
"Oh, and one more thing." Harry looked at him. "The first person to give in and kiss the other on the mouth, when not prompted, during the first game, gets edged.
"The first person to give in and kiss the other during the second game, comes last." Draco said seductively, and licked his lips as he bent to kneel on the carpet.
Harry smirked at him, joining his boyfriend on the floor. "Alright, who goes first?"
"Whoever’s harder." He smiled evilly.
Harry raised an eyebrow at him. "Alright." He leaned forward and grabbed Draco’s dick through his sweats. He was hard as a fucking rock. Harry was hard, but not fully. Draco moaned as Harry touched him. I’ve got this in the bag.
"You go first." Harry smirked. Draco eyed him suspiciously before grabbing Harry’s cock. Harry’s breath hitched, but he still wasn’t as hard as Draco.. yet.
Draco breathed out, "Fine. Guess where I want to be kissed."
Harry looked into Draco’s eyes. He had always acted on instinct, and instinct told him exactly where that was. "Your stomach."
Draco narrowed his eyes. "Be specific."
Harry gave him a smug look and edged towards him, gripping his hip tightly and leaning forward against his ear. "Right above your belly button, a little to the left." Draco was about to speak in protest. "My left." His voice was a whisper on Draco’s skin. Draco shuddered and Harry pulled away.
Draco rolled his eyes at Harry, though his cheeks were quite pink. He huffed and removed his jumper. He had an undershirt on that hugged his body tightly. Harry’s hands ghosted Draco’s sides. They found the rim of his shirt and pulled it up above his bellybutton.
Harry kept eye contact with Draco as he bent down to kiss Draco’s stomach. Then, before his lips pressed against his, soft, buttery skin, he closed his eyes and took his time. His lips made contact and he pushed into him, kissing him sensually and feeling him. He gave him two soft, slow smooches on the area that drove Draco crazy, and Harry thought he may have heard him stifle a moan.
Harry pulled away and Draco pulled his shirt back down, his cheeks flushed with obvious arousal. "You’re turn." Draco spoke, his voice rough.
Harry smiled. Right then, he had really wanted Draco to kiss his neck, the right side to be exact. "Got it."
Draco smiled. "Your neck." He answered quickly. His eyes were dark.
Harry swallowed. "Which part?"
"Middle right." Draco spoke with full confidence.
Harry bit his lip. He took off his shirt, leaving him bare chested. Draco smirked and leaned forward, his hands found purchase on his hips. Draco inched slower and slower to Harry’s pulse point and Harry bit his lip in anticipation.
Draco kissed him, in the exact place he had wanted his lips. He kissed him twice and fully. The feeling of his wet, plump lips on this skin gave him goosebumps. He opened his mouth in a silent gasp. He wanted Draco to kiss him all over his neck, until he was on top of him. He wanted those lips on his.
Draco pulled away. His eyes raked up and down Harry’s sculpted chest and abdomen. Harry felt himself blush from his head to his groin. He really wanted Draco. "Alright, you go." He croaked.
Draco breathed in a deep breath and nodded.
Harry thought hard about Draco’s hotspots. He knew he loved when Harry kissed his hips. "Your hipbone. Your left one."
Draco narrowed his eyes at him. He pulled off his tight undershirt and tossed it to the side. Harry smirked as his gaze traced over his gorgeous, pale torso. He decided he really wanted to tease Draco with this one. He slid his hands up Draco’s thighs, until they were at the band of his sweats. He gripped his hips tightly and then from his right side ran his finger underneath Draco's brief band until he was at his left hip. He pushed Draco to sit back on his bum and edged forward, grazing his chin against his thigh, making Draco whimper softly.
He pulled back the soft fabric and pressed a wet kiss on his hip, before placing another. Harry heard Draco’s breath hitch. He smiled against his soft, pale skin, and placed one more, tantalizing kiss on the sensitive spot.
Draco moaned and Harry pulled away. Grey eyes met green, but both were dark with lust, and need. Harry almost felt himself reach forward and press his lips against the blond’s, but he had to wait.
That gave Harry an idea. His choice was his lips. He needed to taste his lips. "I’m ready." Draco was staring into his eyes. He smirked. Something quickly clicked in Harry’s brain as Draco gave him that devious smile. "Hold on, aren’t you skilled at legilimency?" Harry looked at him sideways.
Draco blinked at him. "What do you mean?"
Harry narrowed his eyes. "I mean that you can read minds, if you try hard enough. You told me a few weeks ago."
Draco couldn’t hold back a smile. He bit his lip. "I may be decent at it."
"You motherfucker."
Draco laughed. "Harry, c’mon I had to try."
"You’re such a Slytherin." Harry crossed his arms.
"Indeed I am." Draco smirked.
Harry pushed him gently, then resumed crossing his arms. "No more cheating alright? You take this one as a loss because you know the answer." Harry said matter-of-factly.
"Harry," Draco whined and reached up to grab Harry’s arm.
Harry pulled away. "No, I get to kiss you where I wanted to be kissed. And since you know where that is, it doesn’t count as me losing." He smirked.
"Fine." Draco sat back on his knees and closed his eyes. Harry leaned forward and hovered over his lips, taking his time and letting his breath paint Draco’s pink appendages.
Draco’s lips parted slightly. He wanted Harry to kiss him. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were wet and ready. Harry smiled to himself, before pressing his lips snugly against the blond’s.
Draco moaned. Harry kissed him, fully and desperately, but only twice, and without tongue. Harry felt fireworks go off in his stomach. He shouldn’t feel this aroused over a singular kiss, but he wanted nothing more than to deepen it.
Harry pulled away few inches. Draco’s eyes were still closed and his lips were still parted. His breathing was heavier and his hands were gripping his own thighs tightly.
Draco opened his eyes and met Harry’s close gaze. They stared each other, the fire building inside Harry’s navel and he was sure it was in Draco as well.
Harry quickly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, backing away, there was no way he was going to lose and risk Draco edging him again.
"You go." Harry said choked. Draco swallowed and nodded.
They played a fair few of rounds of the stripping game. Draco had taken three shots by the time Harry stripped himself of his trousers, and Harry took one before guessing correctly and Draco removed his sweats, but he ended up taking one or two more guessing incorrectly in the effort of getting him to remove his underwear.
Draco was kissing Harry’s inner thigh, just below the edge of his briefs. Harry bit his lip to stop himself from grabbing Draco by the hair and shoving him into his crotch. Draco looked up at him, as if reading his mind, which he supposed was possible, and smirked as if daring him to do it, before he placed the last kiss on his thigh.
Harry groaned involuntarily, and he gripped the carpet in his fingers. "Draco.." He breathed, closing his eyes and trying to calm down.
Draco was at his ear. "Yes, Harry?"
Harry moaned, suddenly extremely turned on. His breathing increased and he screwed his eyes shut even tighter. Draco ran a hand up and down his thigh and Harry gasped.
"D-Draco.." Harry’s head was spinning. He needed his lips, and he needed them now. He pulled away quickly, standing up and turning around, before he lost the game.
Draco chuckled softly. "Harry, come back."
Harry felt dizzy, like he was going to pass out with the feeling of lust overtaking him. His back was to Draco, he opened his eyes and ran fingers through his hair, trying to calm himself down.
Draco was behind him, gripping his waist and resting a chin on his shoulder. "It’s just our underwear now." He placed a kiss on the nape of his neck. Harry felt his erection against his arse, and moaned; that turned him on even more. He reached back and squeezed Draco’s hip, trying to ground himself. "Cmon." Draco whispered in his ear and took the hand on his hip, guiding Harry back over to their place on the floor.
Harry spoke, his voice shaky. "I-It’s your turn."
Draco nodded. "I’m ready."
Harry had no idea where Draco wanted to be kissed. His ability to think clearly was failing him. He took a deep breath, "Your back."
Draco smiled and shook his head.
"Your perineum." Harry smirked.
Draco laughed, but shook his head again. Harry took a shot, the amber liquid burning against his throat.
Harry stared at him for a second. "Your shoulder."
"Which one?" Draco smiled at him.
"Your right one, right here." He brought his hand up to touch the rounding of his shoulder.
Draco nodded, his smile growing. Harry took his next shot and stared at the blond man. Harry was starting to get drunk. He leaned forward and placed two hard, slow kisses on Draco’s shoulder, making the blond shudder.
"Your turn." He spoke. His voice was rough.
Harry smirked and looked away from Draco. He didn’t want him to look into his eyes and know what he was thinking. He wanted Draco to kiss his cock, but the spot between his head and shaft. His bundle of nerves. His frenulum to be exact. And Harry didn’t exactly mind if Draco couldn’t get this one.
"I’m ready." He said, still not making eye contact.
Draco took a few moments to answer. "Your perineum." Harry knew he asked this, because he had. Harry shook his head.
"Right below your navel." Harry looked up at him. Technically his dick was below his navel.
"Where?"
Draco brought his hands to the edge of Harry’s briefs. "Here."
Harry shook his head, but the feeling of Draco’s fingers on his skin drove him wild.
Draco pouted, but took a shot. "Your waist?"
Harry smirked. "Nope."
Draco scoffed. "Well, where then?" He asked exasperated as he took his second shot.
"My frenulum."
Draco blushed. Harry looked at him with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He leaned forward and pushed Draco’s, very erect cock, through the opening in his briefs. He took a deep breath before slowly leaning forward and placing a wet, soft kiss on the spot that drove both of them crazy.
Draco immediately groaned and Harry let out a gasp. He kissed him there one last time and pulled away. Draco whimpered.
Harry fixed his briefs and returned to his position, sitting back on his heels. "Your turn." He breathed, his voice husky.
Draco took a deep breath. His hand came over his crotch and he palmed his own cock, groaning slightly.
Harry swatted his hand away. "Draco!"
Draco look him dead in the eye, staring at him so intently and with so much lust. He thrusted forward into Harry’s arms, finding his lips immediately and kissing him fiercely. He knocked Harry flat on his back and was over him, consuming him.
"Mmm, fuck Harry." Draco moaned out. "I want you, I don’t want to play anymore."
Harry gasped and gripped at Draco’s sides. His tongue found Draco’s and he wrestled with it, tasting him and the whiskey on his tongue. "What about our next game?" He breathed out.
"Un-uh." He kissed him harder.
Harry smirked and pushed him off of him, then he was over him in a matter of seconds. He smirked down at him. "Oh, but we have to. Your rules, remember?"
Draco groaned. "Harry please, I can’t take much more." He pulled Harry down by the neck and kissed him again.
Harry pulled away. "Ah, ah, ah.." He caressed Draco’s hard jaw. "We have to see who comes last."
Draco moaned and pulled Harry’s hips against his, rutting into him. "Harry!" He cried out. "Please, don’t tease me, I want you so badly baby."
Harry bit his tongue to quiet a moan. "Draco," he breathed and lowered himself flush against his bare chest. He kissed Draco, soft and sensually. Draco moaned and his hands found Harry’s dark locks and he gripped them tight in his fingers. Harry’s hands traced over Draco’s sides until he reached his hips, gripping him tightly before lifting himself off of him. "Cmon, let’s play." He smirked.
Draco looked up at him from the floor. His face and neck were flushed. Harry could see his erection straining against his briefs and saw his fingers digging into the carpet. "Harry.." He pleaded.
Harry just shook his head and pulled him up, then he leaned in to kiss him. "Let’s take these off." His hands found the edge of his underwear and started to tug them off. Draco nodded and leaned back on his palms to lift his hips as Harry slowly removed his briefs.
Harry then kneeled and took off his own briefs, maneuvering slightly. He caught Draco staring at his erect cock, his mouth watering.
Harry chuckled and took his hand. "Close your eyes. I’m going first." Harry whispered against the back of his hand, kissing it softly.
Draco merely whimpered and his eyes fluttered shut. He followed by sticking his tongue out and breathing in deeply. He looked so unbelievably sexy and wanton that Harry had to resist the urge to stick his dick in Draco’s mouth.
He decided to have Draco lick the back of his bicep, figuring it would be hard to guess, and it would help them both calm down a bit. "Alright, get ready to lick." Draco nodded, making a 'okay' sound through his open mouth. Harry leaned forward and, careful not to let any other part of his body touch him, dragged the back of his bicep along Draco’s tongue.
Draco moaned and leaned forward trying to kiss Harry’s skin as Harry pulled away and sat back on his heels.
"Okay, open. Where did you just lick?"
"You’re shoulder?" He asked. "It was hard, and smooth."
Harry smirked at the compliment to his biceps. "Close."
"Er, your arm?"
"Where?" Harry smiled at him.
Draco demonstrated on himself where he thought he licked, touching the front of his bicep.
Harry clicked his tongue. "So, close. Drink up." He handed Draco a shot, and showed Draco where he licked.
Draco groaned. "Not fair."
"It’s quite fair." He licked his lips as he watched Draco down the shot, not even grimacing at the taste anymore. "Are you drunk yet?" Harry asked.
Draco nodded, "A bit yeah. You?"
"Yeah, a bit." He smiled at him. "My turn." He closed his eyes and stuck his tongue out. Patiently waiting for Draco to give him something to lick.
All of a sudden he felt soft skin on his tongue, and a bit of.. hair? Harry gave a long lick and pulled away. "Can I lick again?" He hadn’t any idea of where it was.
Draco laughed, "No Harry." He ran his hands up Harry’s thighs, making the fire in his navel build again. "Open."
Harry blinked his eyes open and stared at his boyfriend. "It was hairy." Harry smiled at him.
Draco laughed again and nodded. "I suppose." He said, chuckling.
Harry smiled. "Erm, was it your leg?"
Draco bit his lip. "Which part?"
Harry licked his lips and rose onto his knees, taking Draco’s wrists and pulling him up in the same position. He snaked his hands around his waist, pressing his chest against Draco’s, before settling his hands right below his arse, cupping his thighs. He traced a finger over the area he suspected. "Right.. here." He said, caressing his thigh carefully and moving his other hand up to his hip, all while staring into gorgeous grey eyes.
Draco breathed against Harry’s lips, his breath quickening. "Are-Are you sure you can’t read minds?"
Harry laughed and leaned his forehead against Draco’s, remembering he couldn’t kiss him yet. "Yes, I’m sure. Or I would’ve figured out you fancied me much sooner." He smiled, wishing he could place a kiss on those pink, wet lips.
Draco chuckled. Harry’s hand was still caressing Draco’s thigh and Draco brought his hands to Harry’s waist. "Harry.." He breathed. He leaned in to kiss Harry, but Harry pulled away, not wanting to end the game just yet.
"Not yet, handsome." He smiled at him and rubbed a hand up and down his back. "It’s your turn."
Draco just frowned and sat back on his heels, pouting. Harry cocked his head at him, giving him a look and Draco rolled his eyes, before closing them and sticking his tongue out. He simultaneously brought a hand to his cock and starting jerking it, lightly, just to keep himself hard.
Harry noticed his own erection was wavering and he thought that they should start getting a bit more risque with their choices. Harry decided his neck would be next.
He leaned forward and brought his skin to Draco’s tongue. Draco licked it fully and Harry pulled away so he wouldn’t give away too much. "Your neck." Draco breathed. He opened his eyes and pulled Harry back to him, kissing the spot he just wet with his tongue and sucking.
Harry moaned. Draco moved down to his collarbone and sucked gently. Harry bit his tongue and grabbed Draco’s upper arms, pushing him away. "Tease."
Draco smirked. "Eyes closed. Tongue out."
Harry obliged, sitting back, his erection coming back in full swing. He palmed it lightly, to keep it that way. Draco pressed bumpy flesh onto his tongue and he immediately knew it was his nipple. Harry moaned and he swirled circles around it, then wrapped it in his lips and sucked hard.
Draco whimpered and put his hands in Harry’s hair, gripping tightly. Harry kept sucking, not wanting Draco to pull away. He gripped Draco’s waist and pulled him closer with a small groan. He then started kissing all over Draco’s chest, making him mewl.
"Harry.." He whined.
Harry trailed his kisses to his stomach and lowered his hands to his hips, pushing him down to sit on his heels. "My turn." He looked at Draco hungrily.
Draco ‘hmphed,’ but listened, assuming position. Harry thought hard about what he wanted to have Draco lick. He wanted to stick his dick in his awaiting mouth. Harry stared down at him, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting him. They had clearly abandoned the drinking aspect of the game, but Harry knew if he cracked and kissed him, he would come last, but he didn’t entirely mind that.
Draco looked so unbelievably sexy, with his face flushed and his wet tongue ready to touch any part of Harry’s skin he desired. He was beyond smitten with the blond in front of him, aside from the sexual attraction, he just fancied everything about Draco.
Draco furrowed his brow impatiently. "‘arry." He said with his tongue still out.
Harry chuckled. He’d have him lick his inner thigh. He stood over him and positioned himself so that Draco’s tongue was in line with Harry’s thigh and pressed against the wet appendage.
Draco moaned and swirled his tongue on Harry’s skin. Harry groaned. "Your thigh." Draco spoke against him. He kissed Harry’s leg, up and down and brought up one hand to caress his arse, the other finding its way to Harry’s cock and jerking slowly.
Harry moaned and leaned his head back, loving the feel of Draco’s smooth hands on his cock, and soft, wet lips on his thigh. Draco’s grip on his arse tightened and Draco moaned again, pushing further into Harry and breathing in his scent.
"D-Draco.." Harry breathed.
Draco blinked up at him, then pulled away. "Get on your knees." He commanded.
Harry moaned and dropped to the floor. He closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, not caring how desperate he may have looked. It felt like hours before Draco’s skin made contact with his tongue.
Wait, that wasn’t just any skin. Harry moaned and wrapped his lips around Draco’s cock, immediately sucking and inhaling him deeply. He faintly heard Draco groan, but was too wrapped up in tasting the blond’s cock, bobbing up and down and around, licking and sucking it.
Harry moaned perpetually. He sucked and sucked Draco, wanting to taste his come on his tongue. Draco’s hands made their way to Harry’s hair and held on as he bucked his hips into Harry’s mouth. Harry was in heaven, he learned that every time he had Draco’s cock in his mouth, he became more addicted.
Draco was moaning and calling out Harry’s name as he fucked Harry’s face. Harry brought up a hand to gently cup his bollocks and he fondled them as he took Draco deeper.
"Ah! Fuck Harry!" He whimpered, and pushed deeper into Harry’s throat. Harry gagged, but kept going. He licked all around Draco’s shaft, getting it all slobbery and wet. Draco was moaning and bucking his hips. "H-Harry, I’m so close, don’t-don’t stop."
Harry suddenly remembered that Draco lost the first game, which meant he had to be edged. He began sucking harder, taking him deeper and swallowing around his cock. Draco’s moans became louder and more desperate as he called out Harry’s name. His legs were shaky and he face fucked Harry with all he had.
Harry took it for a moment more before he heard the blond cry out. "Harry! Harry I’m gonna-" He moaned. "Don’t stop!"
Harry quickly pulled away and Draco cried out. "Harry!" He looked down at the man whose lips were wet with salvia.
"Y-You lost, you need to be edged." Harry choked out.
Draco groaned and fell to his knees, cursing himself. "You’re such a bastard.." He breathed. "You choose now to listen to me?"
Harry laughed. "I always listen to you."
Draco just scoffed and sat back on his heels, his erection pulsating threateningly.
Harry looked him up and down. He was done playing, he didn’t care if he had to come last. He pressed his lips onto Draco’s, kissing him deeply and moaning. He slipped his tongue in immediately and they both groaned.
Draco was whimpering and grabbing at Harry, trying to bring him closer to him. Harry threw him onto his back, against the carpet. Draco groaned, but pulled Harry down to him, engulfing his lips in another all-consuming kiss. Harry moaned and ground against the man below him.
Draco arched into Harry, begging to be touched. Harry was so fucking turned on. "Draco!" He moaned and devoured him, kissing him and sucking at his neck. He took Draco’s flesh between his teeth and bit lightly, then harder and Draco cried out in ecstasy.
"Harry! Please baby, touch my cock."
Harry smirked. He touched everywhere but his cock. His fingers traced along his sides, carefully pressing against the spots that drove Draco mental. Harry kissed Draco’s hips, and above his bellybutton. Draco was coming undone underneath him. Harry enjoyed the feeling of Draco’s smooth, pale skin against his fingers. He tasted it with his tongue, the saltiness driving him mad.
He licked up Draco’s hip bone. He kissed all over Draco’s chest, wrapping his lips on his nipple. Draco writhed beneath him. "Harry! Harry.. Stop. I’m gonna come." Draco breathed out. Harry paused, looking at him confused. He wasn’t even touching his dick. Draco bit his lip. "You’re driving me mad." He said through gritted teeth.
Harry still looked at him wide-eyed. Could he really come untouched right now? He could just abandon the teasing and watch Draco relish in the pleasure Harry brought to him. He also didn’t fancy stopping at the moment. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Draco’s. Draco immediately moaned, finding Harry’s tongue and intertwining it with his own. Harry was breathing hard. The need was burning inside of him.
"Do you wanna go to your bed?" Harry asked, breathless.
Draco paused for a moment as if considering if comfort would be better even if it meant he had to wait a bit longer. It seemed that he couldn’t. He shook his head vigorously. "No. Take me here, right now."
Harry moaned, and conjured lube into his hands, pushing his index finger into Draco with no warning. Draco screamed out with pleasure.
"Harry! Oh fuck Harry, yes baby, don’t stop." Draco mewled and writhed. Harry moaned at the wanton display beneath him. Harry added his middle finger and Draco let out an obscene moan, arching against them. "Yes Harry! Sweet Merlin, don’t stop.." Draco moaned out. Harry thrust his fingers in and out of Draco more quickly, scissoring them and pressing against his tight, hot walls. Draco suddenly convulsed. "HARRY! Right there!" He moaned again. His eyes flew to the back of his head, he was thrashing roughly. He pulled Harry down and kissed him.
"Gods Draco, do you have any idea how sexy you look right now?" He breathed, pulling away from him.
Draco had no words, his eyes were half closed and his mouth was open in pleasure as his arms groped around the carpet, looking for leverage he couldn't find as he fucked Harry’s fingers. "H-Harry.." Draco barely managed. He looked as if he were drowning in Harry’s ministrations. Harry never thought he would be able to bring someone so much pleasure. He could come just watching Draco fall apart. Harry kissed him, moaning into his mouth.
He kissed over his cheek down to his neck. His lips found Draco’s ear and he took the lobe in his mouth, sucking and biting lightly. Draco groaned. Harry whispered into his ear, "You are so fucking sexy, I love watching you fuck my fingers."
Draco whimpered. "Harry.. Harry.. fuck me. Please!" Harry smirked and thrust deeply into his prostate. "AHH!" Draco screamed. "Harry!" Draco was thrashing now. Harry thrust into his sweet spot with his fingers over and over again. He was sucking on Draco’s neck, leaving love bits and hickeys all over him. "Harry! Harry I’m gonna come!" Harry slowed his hand.
"Oh, you are now?" He gave him a wry smile.
"Harry! No, please don’t fucking tease me.." Draco begged, trying to ride Harry’s fingers faster, but Harry’s other hand came up and held his hip down.
"Rules are rules, you made them." Harry smirked.
Draco was shaking. He reached down to grab his cock, which was purple with need. Harry grabbed his hand and pinned it next to his head. He removed his fingers from inside of Draco and wrapped them around his neck.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" He growled in Draco’s face.
Draco looked absolutely wrung with need. He arched his back, rubbing his cock against Harry’s hip. "Harry," he said strangled. "Please let me come!" He croaked out. Harry just tightened his grip on the blond, making him groan.
Harry knew he was torturing him, bringing him to the brink and then stopping entirely drove him absolutely mad, he could only imagine how Draco felt. The man was hornier than him. And there was something about the way Draco said ‘let me.’ Harry smiled evilly to himself. He loved being in control, bringing Draco as much pleasure as he could and driving him absolutely mental.
"Not yet, handsome. Soon." Harry moved his hand from his throat and caressed his cheek gently. Draco whimpered. Harry grabbed his chin and leaned down to kiss him, tasting his tongue and nipping at his bottom lip.
He loved kissing Draco. Everything about it was just perfect. It was the perfect amount of tongue and his lips were always soft and smooth. There was never too much spit, or teeth. He nibbled on his bottom lip just right, driving Harry crazy and making him want more of him. Harry moaned against him and leaned down to pump Draco’s cock, but only enough to give him a bit of stimulation.
Draco cried out again and Harry moved to sit back on his heels. He conjured lube and smeared it on his cock, preparing to fuck Draco senseless. Draco moaned as he watched Harry.
Harry took a moment to jerk himself with the lube, not having had much friction himself. He moaned as he touched himself and let his head fall back and his eyes close. He felt legs wrap around his waist and lurch him forward.
"If you don’t stick your dick in me right now, I’m tying you up and riding your cock." Draco looked straight into Harry’s eyes. He had harshly pulled Harry down by the neck. Harry moaned at the thought of Draco being so fed up and riding Harry.
Harry quickly nodded and lined himself up, pushing into Draco’s opening slowly. Draco moaned immediately and Harry let out a rough groan. His instincts were overtaking him. He didn’t go in as slowly as he would’ve liked and was quickly buried up to the hilt. Draco’s tight, hot, hole contracted around his prick. He paused, giving Draco about ten seconds to adjust before he started pounding into him.
Draco screamed out, gripping his own blond locks between his fingers. His face was thoroughly flushed with arousal. His lips were dark pink and swollen from Harry’s rough kisses. And wet. Gods he was a beautiful sight to behold. And he was Harry’s. He was fucking Harry’s.
Harry let out a chuckle of disbelief. He couldn’t believe the man below him was really his. He couldn’t believe he fell for the very man he used to despise so deeply. He didn’t even remember when he fell, he just knew he had, and that there was no way he’d be able to get back up, not with the image of what was below him. He had never felt this connected to anybody. He had had passionate sex before, but it just couldn’t compare to this.
"You’re mine. I can’t believe you’re bloody mine." Harry gaped down at him.
Draco let out a choked laugh, which was broken by a moan, from a particularly brutal blow to his prostate. "What’s so hard to - fuck - believe?" He groaned, and bit his swollen lip.
Harry fell onto his elbows, so he was hovering over Draco’s mouth. He kept up his punishing pace. Draco was gasping in silent pleasure. "That I can call the gorgeous man beneath me my own." He smiled at him and kissed him deeply. Draco moaned into his mouth.
Harry felt himself nearing the edge, but Draco had to come first, according to the rules. He kissed along Draco’s neck, licking up the salty sheen that was over him. He rose onto his palms, staring at hooded eyes, and blond strands stuck to his sweaty forehead. Harry’s eyes raked over Draco. He was so bloody gorgeous.
He started picking up the pace. He wanted to edge Draco one last time before he let him come. He grabbed Draco’s dick and started pumping. Draco screamed and arched his back into Harry, his hands pulling at the carpet, but finding little purchase.
"Harry! Harry, fuck! Oh fuck! I’m- sweet Merlin, don’t-" Harry stopped jerking him before he could ask him not to. He slowed his thrusts. Draco groaned and bit his lip even harder, realizing it wouldn’t do any good to complain.
He was so fucking sexy. Harry moaned and ran his hand up Draco’s chest, pinching his nipple between his index finger and thumb. Draco moaned and arched his hips again, bucking against Harry. Harry played with the other as well before moving both his hands to Draco’s hips and pounding into him. Hard.
Draco cried out. "FUCK HARRY! OHHH!" Draco’s chest heaved up and down. His flush spread throughout his entire chest. "HARRY! Oh gods your cock feels amazing. Harder baby, please!"
Harry moaned, and picked up the pace even more, grabbing Draco’s dick and pumping hard. Harry was so close to coming and he couldn’t come first, but he couldn’t will himself to slow down either.
He conjured lube between his hand and Draco’s rigid member, making his jerking easier. Draco mewled. "Harry! Harry, holy FUCK!" He screamed. He was moaning non-stop, and bucking his hips against Harry’s cock, matching his thrusts with utmost enthusiasm. "Mmm fuck- Oh! GODS!" Draco screamed and came hard, all over his stomach and Harry’s hands. Harry moaned as he felt the hot liquid on his hand and his tight channel constrict around his cock. Draco’s mouth was open in silent pleasure as Harry continued to pound into his prostate.
Harry felt Draco squeezing around his cock, he couldn't take it anymore. "Draco!" Harry yelled out, before coming suddenly, deep inside Draco and filling his insides with his hot seed. "Ohhh FUCK!" Harry moaned, his thrusts slowing down as he milked his orgasm. He threw himself onto Draco and kissed him deeply, moaning into his mouth.
As Harry came down from his high he stopped fucking Draco and fell to the side of him, rolling onto his back and slipping out of him. Harry’s chest heaved up and down violently. He hadn’t felt this spent in a long time. He turned over to cuddle Draco and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him tight to him.
He closed his eyes and laid against Draco’s shoulders, breathing against his skin. He laid there, content and sated. He didn’t plan on moving anytime soon. He was just drifting off to sleep when Draco spoke.
"Let’s go to my room." He whispered, and brought a hand up to caress Harry’s face gingerly. He pushed his hair off his forehead, but Harry jerked it back to covering his eyes. It was suddenly too bright. "Harry.." said Draco with a laugh.
"No, I’m not moving." He grumbled into his shoulder. "Just conjure up some blankets and pillows." He said, snuggling more comfily into the blond.
"I don’t fancy back problems. Now, will you move your arse?" Harry shook his head, holding Draco more firmly. "Harry Potter, get your arse up right now."
"Not-uh. There’s not a single thing you can do to make me move right now." Draco was silent for a moment. Then a few more moments, so Harry peaked at him through his fringe. He was smiling down at him. "What?" Harry asked, closing his eyes again and cuddling closer to him.
Draco chuckled and placed a finger under Harry’s chin, tilting his face up and making him look at him. Harry slowly opened his eyes. Draco leaned down and took his lips into a kiss. Harry let out a moan of exhaustion. His lips still felt so good.
"You up for round two?" Draco asked, and kissed along his jawline.
Harry scoffed and raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you actually serious?"
"Sirius Black, serious." He was kissing down his neck now.
Harry couldn’t help but laugh. "He was my godfather, you know?"
Draco hummed against his pulse point. "I know." He said gently.
"I don’t fancy thinking about him before a shag thank you very much."
Draco chuckled into Harry’s neck, tickling him with his breath and making Harry shudder. "Does that mean I’m getting shagged again?"
Harry threw his head back against the carpet, letting out a groan of frustration. How the hell was this man able to be edged, live five times, and still get worked up again, not ten minutes later? "I’ll think about it, if I don’t fall asleep on the way to your bedroom."
Draco giggled and kissed Harry on the lips. "Thank Merlin for apparition then." He smiled at him, and Harry suddenly heard a pop, felt a pull, and then soft, silky sheets beneath him.
Draco was kissing Harry’s neck and over his jawline, moaning softly against him. Harry gripped the sheets. Sweet Merlin, I’ll never get a good night’s sleep again. Harry thought to himself as he felt his cock twitch.
Harry grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss.
And he couldn’t care less.

Harry woke up alone. He frowned to himself. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and reaching for his glasses.
Suddenly Draco was running into the room, anxiously. "Harry! The wards!" He was holding something in his hands.
"What?"
"My father just owled me." He said, his voice shaky.
Harry’s eyes widened in realization. "We never checked..." Draco nodded at him and bit his lip. He tossed a second letter he received onto the end of the bed, and sat down next to Harry, turning his father’s letter over and opening the seal.
Harry’s gaze quietly darted to the other letter. All that was on the front was a ‘D.’ Harry found it a bit peculiar. Draco removed the letter from the envelope and unfolded the parchment. Draco’s eyes quickly scanned over the letter as he held his breath. He let it out at the end.
"He’s-He’s just checking up on me, and asking me to do a few things." He breathed, relieved.
Harry let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. "Good. It’s a bit coincidental though, don’t you think? Should we still check them?" He asked, curiously.
Draco just shurgged. "I don't know we could." He paused and then groaned into his hand. Do you think he knows? I mean it’s possible isn’t it. Isn’t there a way to be alerted if a certain person enters your house?"
Harry pursed his lips. "I mean maybe, but you are the owner of the manor aren’t you? Wouldn’t you have to be the one to set any additional wards, or at the very least be notified when said person came through as well?"
"I’m not sure. I mean, yes I own the manor now, but he still has full range of it as if he owned it himself. That was in the agreement."
"Well, that’s ridiculous. Why didn’t he just keep it himself and you find somewhere else to live?"
Draco gave Harry an annoyed look. "You know that anything that makes sense, doesn’t to my father. It’s bloody annoying."
"Where does he live normally?"
"One of our other family manors," he sighed.
Harry laughed. "Oh, perfect."
Draco chuckled and looked at him, defeated. "He’s such an arse Harry. I don’t want to deal with this for the rest of my life." He fell back against the bed.
Harry turned to him. "So don’t. You’re a grown man, you can make your own decisions." Draco looked up at him, his eyes wide. "And, as you never fail to tell me, you are quite rich."
Draco managed a laugh and flopped his arms against the covers. "Ever so charming, you are love." He said in a mocking tone. Harry scoffed and pushed him playfully. Draco sighed. "I know. I’m too much of a coward to stand up to him."
Harry’s face softened. "Draco, you aren’t a coward."
Draco snorted. "Please, I am the definition of a coward. I was a coward at school, during the war, and still am towards my father."
"Draco," Harry started. "If you believe you’re a coward, then you’re going to act like a coward. You certainly weren’t a coward when it came to me."
"Oh, really?" He looked at Harry. "I had to start an argument with you to bed you. And I waited for you to tell me you fancied me first."
"Bollocks, you’ve been making every first move otherwise."
Draco rolled his eyes and turned over onto his side, cuddling against Harry’s leg. "I want to do better Harry, really I do, but I.. I’m scared of him."
Harry titled his chin up with his finger so he was looking at him. "And you have every reason to be. I’m sorry Draco, but your father is not a good man. But you need to realize that you are stronger than you think you are."
Draco frowned and move his chin from Harry’s grasp and buried it in Harry’s thigh. "I don’t know if I am." Harry scoffed, but Draco spoke before he could say anything. "I know that I’m smart, and that I’m good at what I do. I know a lot, and I know that. But, how am I supposed to think I can stand up against my father? My father Harry."
Harry frowned down at him. "I know." He paused. "Well, no, I don’t, but I can imagine." He said with a light laugh, and bent down to kiss him. Draco pulled away, looking sullen and tracing a finger along Harry’s thigh. He stared down at him. He still looked cute all sulky. "You’re cute." Harry smiled at him and pushed his hair off of his forehead.
"Cute. Great." He said exasperated, but was clearly joking.
Harry let out a laugh and Draco laughed along with him. "Well, you are. And you’ll figure everything out. You’re only twenty-one." Harry smiled down at him.
Draco let out a long sigh. "I know." He paused and placed a kiss on Harry’s thigh. "Thank you," he bit his lip. "For.. for making me feel better."
Harry smiled wider. "Anytime. I mean, you are my boyfriend? Aren’t you?"
Draco finally smiled. "Yeah, I suppose I am." He sat up and gave Harry a big kiss, moving to sit on top of him. "And how lucky am I?" He pulled away, smiling and holding Harry’s face in his hands.
Harry smirked. "Quite lucky, I’d say," he joked.
Draco scoffed, "And you say I’m narcissistic." Harry laughed and kissed him again.
They sat there for a bit, holding each other and kissing softly. Harry was happy to have the blond in his arms.
Draco moved to get off of him. "Go have a shower."
Harry raised an eyebrow at him. He sniffed himself. "Do I smell?"
Draco laughed. "No, but your hair is a bit greasy."
Harry’s cheeks pinked, and he quickly brought a hand to his hair. "What? Really?"
Draco laughed harder. "No, Harry." He leaned forward and kissed him. "I just know you like morning showers." He said with a smile.
Harry pushed him. "Bugger off."
"Oi!" Draco laughed and tackled Harry to the bed. He successfully pinned the stronger man’s arms down and gave him an evil, victorious smile. He leaned down and kissed Harry’s neck and up his jaw, making Harry squirm.
"Draco!" Harry said exasperated, trying to get out of his suddenly tight grasp.
Draco sat up on him. "I win." He smiled down at Harry.
Harry huffed and gave up. "Fine, you win." Draco moved off of him and Harry got up. He gave Draco a kiss before walking into the bathroom to shower.
…
When Harry came out he had already toweled off his hair and wrapped his towel around his waist. Draco wasn’t in the room and he wondered where he had gone.
His eyes wandered to Draco’s beside table. The suspicious letter had been opened and left there. Curiosity got the better of him and he walked over to it. He had a moment where he thought he shouldn’t be looking through Draco’s mail. They had quite literally just started dating. He bit his lip and opened the small bit of parchment.

You cannot be seen. Knock on the eight-teenth plank four times, then tap your wand. Leave it on the shelf inside the opening. Do not tell a soul where you are going.

Harry felt a lump in his throat. What the hell?
Draco walked in at that moment, stopping abruptly once he saw Harry. Harry looked up at him, his heart was racing. Before he could stop himself he blurted out, "What the bloody hell is this?" Harry felt the blood coursing through his body. He was on edge, scared that he may have been lied to, coaxed into trusting Draco, only to learn he may not have changed at all.
Draco reached towards Harry cautiously. "It’s for work Harry, some of my clients are secretive."
Harry raised an eyebrow at him. "Secretive?" He asked exasperated. He picked up the envelope. "'D?'" He pressed, Draco looked at him guiltily. "Your clients don’t even use your surname?" His heart was beating a mile a minute. He bit his lip. He was so scared everything was about to crumble at his feet. "Where were you when I was showering?" He was dressed in a black coat and had his shoes on.
"Nowhere!" Draco rushed towards him. "Harry, I didn’t go yet." Harry backed away from him.
"What kind of potion does this person want? Who are they?" Harry asked, his voice quiet.
"I don’t know who he is. I told you, a lot of my clients are secretive." Draco spoke slowly.
Harry felt anger rise in him. "He?" Harry bit his lip and turned away from him. "He calls you ‘D’ but you don’t know who he is?" Harry threw the letter onto the bed and began pacing. Draco tried to grab Harry’s arm, but he pulled away.
"Harry-"
"Can I trust you Draco?" Harry spat out harshly, cutting him off.
Draco looked like he had been hit by a brick. "What?" He breathed.
Harry’s chest heaved up and down. He stared into Draco’s eyes.
"Of course you can trust me. How could you even asked me that?" He spoke, annoyed.
Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He tried to calm down. He didn’t want to argue with Draco, but he knew he wouldn’t be given the whole story. He didn’t even know if he deserved the whole story. Who was he to demand to know everything about his life, and his work? He knew Draco's job had been dangerous in some aspects, but that didn’t mean he liked the fact he could potentially be helping dark wizards out.
"Maybe I should go." Harry said quietly, and moved to walk out of his bedroom.
"Harry please!" Draco grabbed his arm to stop him as he passed him.
"No Draco!" Harry whipped around, gripping his arm that was holding his with his other one. Draco cried out in pain. He dropped to his knees and clutched his arm against his chest.
Harry immediately felt guilt course through him. He had grabbed the mark - way too hard.
"Draco! I’m sorry!" Harry kneeled down beside him.
Draco was still crying out in anguish. It seemed this time was worse. Harry saw tears start to stream down Draco’s cheeks. "AHH!" He screamed, bending over and folding over his knees.
Harry didn’t know what to do. Draco was whimpering. He quickly lifted him up and removed his coat, following with his shirt. Draco cried out with every move he made. Harry took his arm in his.
The thin line of a bruise was pulsating under his skin, turning a darker purple. Harry’s heart was beating so hard in his chest. "Draco!" He looked up at him.
Draco’s face was beat red and tears were streaming down his face. He bit his lip as he silently sobbed.
"What do I do?" Harry asked asked him.
Draco just shook his head and screwed his eyes shut; his head fell forward. He grabbed one of Harry’s arms and held tightly, squeezing through the pain. Harry racked his brain.
Think, Harry, think.
"Vulnera Sanentur!" Harry yelled, tracing his wand along Draco’s arm. It was the only healing spell he could remember at the moment, which was quite ironic as it was the same spell Snape had to use to heal Draco when Harry cast the Sectumsempra spell at him. He didn’t know if this would even work, as it was for deep wounds and this was not exactly that. He didn’t even know what you could clarify this as.
Draco seemed to stop struggling just a bit. Harry’s heart lifted. He repeated the spell twice more, tracing his wand over the mark. Draco started to catch his breath. He fell against the bed, clutching his arm and breathing heavily.
"Draco?" Harry exclaimed, moving to sit next to him. Draco didn’t look up and him, but adjusted to lay his head on Harry’s lap, as he tried to steady his breathing. "Draco, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it." Harry apologized, brushing Draco’s hair out of his face. He felt absolutely awful. All notions to their previous argument was gone. All that mattered was that Draco was okay.
Draco started to calm. His breathing became less laboured and he cuddled more into Harry. Harry decided to move him up the bed, so he was lying on his pillow and Harry was able to pull him against him. Draco groaned as Harry moved his position. He buried his face in Harry’s neck, as he continued to clutch his arm.
Harry rubbed his thumb along Draco’s face and through his hair, letting Draco fully calm down. He rubbed up and down his bare back and held him closer to him. When Draco seemed to have regained his breathing and ability to speak, he looked up at Harry.
"That was… bloody awful." He breathed out.
Harry frowned at him. "I’m so sorry." He said as he caressed Draco’s face gently with his hand.
Draco just shook his head and cuddled into Harry. "Never in my life, have I ever felt pain like that." He said muffled. "It felt like the cruciatus curse."
Harry looked down at him. "You’re kidding?"
Draco shook his head again. There was a few moments before he spoke. "Can we just lay here for a bit?"
Harry nodded. "Of course." His hand brushed over his hair tenderly as he rubbed his head.
After a while Harry thought Draco had fallen asleep. He continued stroking his hair and running his hand all down Draco’s back. He couldn’t believe what had just taken place. They got into what may have been their first argument, and they hadn’t even been together for 48 hours. Then Draco’s mark. It was all too bewildering.
He laid there, still in his towel, which surprisingly had not fallen off during all of what happened. Once Harry was sure Draco was asleep, he moved slowly to get up. Draco barely stirred. Harry pulled the sheets over him. His face was still flushed from the pain. Harry’s heart twisted. He didn’t like the fact he could potentially harm his partner so easily. Harry got dressed. He wanted to make Draco lunch. He also thought he might visit his library; maybe he would be able to find something to help with his arm.
Harry went to leave his bedroom, but then stopped short. He couldn’t leave Draco to wake up alone, especially not after the pain he just caused him. He opened his mouth to call out for Draco’s house elf, only to realize he hadn’t known her name.
"Erm.. Draco’s house elf?" He whispered to the air.
Nothing. Harry sighed defeated until he heard a small pop and a cute little elf appeared in front of him. Harry smiled.
"Harry Potter Sir, you called?" She squeaked.
Harry brought a finger to his lips and bent down to be eye-level with her. "Could you stay with Draco? While I whip him up something to eat?" He said quietly.
"I can make him food, sir!" The elf whispered and nodded enthusiastically.
"No, no. It’s alright." Harry let out a small laugh. "I need you to come get me when he wakes up. Tell him that I’m downstairs and will be right there, when he comes to." Harry smiled at her.
She nodded. "Of course sir!"
"What’s your name?"
"Mimsie, sir!" She smiled at him.
Harry returned it. "Thank you Mimsie. Now, you let me know as soon as he’s up." She nodded again. "Go sit with him on the bed."
She turned and stood beside Draco, before whisper-shouting at Harry. "Mimsie cannot sit on the bed sir, but shall make sure he’s alright."
Harry nodded and turned on his heel to leave. He frowned to himself slightly, a bit sad that house elves probably didn’t sit on any of the furniture that wasn’t strictly theirs.
He went into the kitchen and whipped up some grilled cheeses with tomato soup. Draco had told him once that this was his favourite comfort food. He smiled and hummed to himself as he cooked. He placed a heating charm over the food. Mimsie still hadn’t come to get him, so he wandered off into the library.
He found a book about evil marks and brandings and was reading whatever parts may have been useful for Draco’s cause. He found spells to cause them, and other things, but nothing about why they caused pain or otherwise.
Harry sighed to himself. Oh the mess he had gotten into. He had to fall for Draco of all people? He couldn’t fathom why he had an impact on the dark mark, after it disappeared. He doubted he had even had an impact on it when it was the full fledged mark. He’d have to bring it up to Hermione, after he told her about Draco.
Mimsie suddenly appeared, startling Harry. "Master Draco has waken up, Harry Potter Sir." She bowed at him.
Harry gave her a smile. "Thank you, Mimsie." He put the book down and moved to get up. Mimsie bowed again and apparated away. Harry rushed to Draco’s bedroom.
When he walked through the door, Draco was sitting up on the bed, rubbing his eyes with his right hand. Harry bit his lip, and knocked lightly on the door.
Draco looked up at Harry. He melted with affection for the blond. "Draco.." He breathed rushing over to the bed. He sat down in front of him, and kissed him. "How are you feeling?"
"Alright.." He managed a chuckle. "A bit drained actually, but better after that nap." He smiled at Harry.
Harry looked at him apologetically. He ran his hand up and down Draco’s arm. "I’m sorry, Draco. I had never meant for that to happen." He paused, lifting a hand and tilting Draco’s face up to look at him. "I’m sorry for everything, for getting angry, for accusing you.." He frowned. "For hurting you.."
Draco brought his right hand up to cup Harry’s cheek. "Harry, shut up." He smiled and leaned forward to kiss him deeply.
Draco’s tongue found Harry’s and Harry moaned softly. "D-Draco.." He said breathlessly. His hands found Draco’s face and he pressed closer against him, before pulling away. "I-I’m serious Draco, I’m sorry."
Draco placed a kiss on Harry’s nose. "It’s alright Harry, it’s not your fault the mark reacts negatively to you."
"Yes, but I should’ve been more careful-"
"Harry. How were either of us supposed to know it would’ve been that bad?"
Harry pressed his lips together. "I suppose.. but-"
"No buts Harry, I’m not going to hear you chastise yourself when you haven’t done anything wrong."
Harry frowned. He felt that he had, but he stayed quiet. He took Draco’s left hand, and turned it so he could see his forearm. The bruise was more purple and more noticeable than it had been before. He frowned more. "Draco.." He started, but stopped as he saw the look his boyfriend gave him.
Draco took his hand from Harry’s, moving to get up and pulling on a long sleeve shirt. "Mimsie told me you were making me lunch?" Harry nodded at him. "Well?"
"Come on, let’s go." Harry extended his hand with a smile, and dragged him out of the room.
…
"I’ve got to get ready to leave soon, I’m meant to be at the Weasley’s in a few hours."
Draco pouted.
Harry smiled at him and leaned in for a kiss. His heart was still heavy, about the events from this morning. He pulled back and sat down on the sofa, diagonal where Draco sat in one of his fancy armchairs. He stared at his fingers, twiddling his thumbs anxiously.
"What Harry?" Draco asked.
"It’s nothing.." He spoke, a bit too quickly.
His mind was still on the letter, and the mark. Draco sighed. "Harry.." Harry looked up at him. "About this morning. Our argument."
Harry’s throat tightened and his mouth went dry. He wondered if maybe Draco had read his mind, but he wasn't making eye contact with him, and Harry knew that Draco wasn't that good at legilimency. He nodded, signaling him to continue.
"The letter was for work. I can promise you that." He paused, waiting to see if Harry was going to speak. Harry remained silent. Draco continued, "It’s true that some clients only ask for a potion, and leave specific instructions for when to bring it and where to bring it. I don’t ask what they need it for, unless they offer the reason, or ask for advice." He paused again, pursing his lips. "It’s true that some transactions may be more… erm, sketchy than others, for lack of a better word, but it’s my job. I protect myself, I know how to, and I’m careful. I wouldn’t put myself in any danger."
Harry spoke before he could stop himself. "And have you ever thought that these people may be bringing danger to others?" He raised an impatient eyebrow. "Dark wizards are still around Draco."
Draco sat more upright. "It is not my business what my clients do with the potions I make for them. I collect their money and do my job, that’s it."
Harry scoffed. How could he not see how dangerous this could be? He just shook his head briefly, waiting for Draco to continue.
"I understand you were upset about the letter earlier. I know it seems suspicious, whether you thought it was for work or otherwise, but I can assure you, it was not otherwise, and you’ll have to accept what I do as my job, as it is my job."
"What if you get hurt?"
"I won’t."
"And if you do?" Harry sat up straighter. "Am I supposed to just accept that?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Harry.." He said softly, but sternly. "You can trust me. I don’t want you to ever feel like you cannot. Although I don’t do well during arguments. I don’t like yelling, or being yelled at." Harry stayed quiet. There was something still bothering him. "I’ve been in some sticky situations before, but I always manage to get myself out."
Harry frowned. "And you’re telling me the complete truth? Everything you said before, and now, was completely true?"
Draco shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "No." He said firmly. "Not the whole truth, but I haven’t lied to you." Harry pressed his lips together, feeling the anger rise within him, but Draco spoke before he could say anything. "You mentioned this man called me ‘D.’" He paused again, looking to Harry. Harry didn’t even offer a nod. His hands clenched into fists. "Well, like I said, I don’t know him, or at least I don’t think that I do. But I do know that he is a he, and that his name starts with a D. He quite obviously knows who I am, and I’ve been working with him for a few months now, longer maybe. He chose to use ‘D’ as a way to signal the letter was from him, as well as directed to me. That’s the most I know about him, other than his whereabouts, which have changed between a few locations. He pays me well, so I don’t complain."
Harry’s anger faded a bit and he nodded, but stayed quiet. He tried to process what Draco had just said. His heart tightened in his chest. "Are you going to go, after I leave?"
Draco pursed his lips. "I may. I haven’t decided yet."
Harry slowly nodded, and looked away from him. He felt entirely too anxious.
"Harry?" Draco called softly. Harry turned to him. Draco got up to sit next to him, instead of diagonal him. "I don’t want things to be strange between us."
Harry nodded again, and bit his lip. He didn’t want it either. Draco’s hand snaked up Harry’s thigh, gripping tightly as he went. Harry met his gaze. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I will try to be okay with it.." Draco looked at him intently. "I'm happy I know now rather than later." Which was true, even if Harry wasn't fully comfortable with it, it was better than finding out in the future. "But, I don’t want you to ever lie to me, and I’d prefer to know where you are going to be.. when you can, or even can't, tell me." He swallowed, watching Draco carefully. "I want to be okay with this, really I do, but I care about you a lot Draco. I don’t want to think that you could be hurt, or that you could be lying to me.
"I’ve told you before that I don’t want to get hurt again. You’re my first real boyfriend, and I want a relationship with you. I don’t want to hide from other people, or hide behind our pasts or any lies. I want to know the truth always, and none of that, ’not the full truth.’ I know that we will probably keep certain things from each other, but I don’t want that. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t tell me something because you think I’ll be upset or vice versa. Okay?" Harry finished.
Draco nodded at him, a smile curling onto his lips. "Okay, I can do that. I will never lie to you Harry, I can promise you that." He paused, licking his lips before taking his bottom one between his teeth in a smirk. "You care about me?" Draco teased.
Harry shoved him, harder than he meant to. Of course that's what he decided to focus on. He scoffed. "You’re a prat." Harry moved to get up, but Draco yanked him back down.
"I’m only joking baby." He smiled a mischievous smile at him. He leaned in to kiss Harry. Harry moved away. Draco growled and pulled him to him. "Fuck off and kiss me, will you?"
He pulled Harry into an intense kiss. He twirled his tongue with Harry’s. Draco tasted like tomato soup. Draco’s hands found Harry’s hips and he gripped him tightly, pressing against some of Harry’s favourite hot spots.
Harry moaned from his touch, lacing his finger through silky locks and kissing him more deeply. Draco groaned against his lips. The need in their kiss intensified. Draco moved to straddle Harry, grinding against him slightly, making Harry groan.
Draco pulled away. "I care about you too Harry, entirely too much." He gave Harry a bruising kiss, before peppering kisses all over his face. "I fancy you so much. Merlin, I’ve never fancied anyone like I fancy you." He looked deep into Harry's emerald green eyes and kissed him again. "I can’t believe I’ve fallen head-over-heels for Saint Potter." He gave a small laugh and another kiss. "I don’t care if I get into a million arguments with you, you’re not allowed to go storming off like you almost had." Draco pressed his lips to Harry’s, kissing him more deeply this time.
Harry pulled away breathless and bit his lip. "I-I tend to do that.. storm out." He looked into Draco’s eyes, which were filled with lust. Draco just laughed and kissed him again.
They kissed and kissed. They gasped for breath as hands wandered. Draco moaned into him. "Baby, I want you.." He breathed against Harry’s cheek.
Harry’s senses were overwhelmed. He nodded against Draco with a moan and pulled him into a kiss.
Draco vanished their clothes. Harry moaned and Draco pushed Harry down so he was straddling him as he laid on the sofa. "I-I want to ride you." Draco said breathlessly.
Harry whimpered and nodded quickly. He conjured lube and jerked Draco’s erect cock a few times, before slipping slick fingers into his perfect pucker. Draco let out an obscene moan. Harry quickly added a second finger, scissoring him and finding that he was stretching easily. Draco pushed deeper against Harry’s fingers, moaning loudly. Harry pushed up into his prostate, making Draco cry out. He added a third finger, stretching him fully. The need to have each other intensified.
Draco moaned and grabbed Harry’s cock. His hand was covered in lube and he made Harry’s prick nice and slippery. Harry removed his fingers, and within seconds Harry felt Draco’s heat engulfing him.
"Ohhh FUCK!" Harry called out, gripping the edge of the sofa and the cushions. Draco fell down slowly on his cock until he was entirely filled with Harry’s member. Draco moaned loudly. Harry tried to stay still, but he bucked his hips slightly, trying to reach deeper into Draco and drive him absolutely insane.
"Mmm Harry! Fuck baby!" He moaned. He started moving up and down on his cock, slowly at first, then was bouncing up and down Harry's hard prick at a punishing pace.
"Draco!" groaned Harry. "Yes, baby!" Harry threw his head back, arching his back to reach deeper into Draco.
"OH FUCK!" Draco screamed, riding Harry faster and pushing his cock into his sweet spot over and over. "Ohhh!" Draco moaned.
Harry moaned at the sight. Draco’s mouth gaping open, his eyes screwed shut, his cheeks were pink and his lips were red and swollen. He was a sight to behold, and it was bringing Harry closer and closer to the edge.
Harry quickly grabbed Draco’s hips, pulling him down onto his cock harshly and pushing himself even deeper into him than he was before.
Draco mewled and fell onto Harry’s chest. "Harry! Oh fuck yes.. so deep." His head lolled onto Harry’s shoulder. Harry pounded into his prostate from under him, fucking him deeply and quickly. Draco was whimpering into Harry’s ear.
Harry was moaning incessantly. He was calling Draco’s name over and over again, nearing the edge. "Baby! Baby I’m so fucking close!" Harry yelled. "Oh fuck baby, I’m so close.."
He heard Draco give a loud, strangled moan in his ear. His tight, hot channel squeezed around Harry’s prick and he felt hot come on his stomach. Harry moaned. The feeling was indescribable. He felt pride, pleasure, and dire need building inside him.
Harry pounded harder, feeling his passageway pulse around him as he delivered blow after blow to his prostate. He felt so close to the edge, he was about to spill over.
Draco’s lips quickly found his neck and he sucked hard. "FUCK!" Harry moaned out, and spilled his seed inside Draco. "Ohhh yes, ohh fuck yes!" Harry was writhing beneath him, his body jerking as he came down from his high and Draco continued riding him. He let Draco milk his orgasm, dealing with his convulsions, until Draco finally fell against his chest, slipping out and breathing heavily and kissing his neck all over.
"Fuck." Harry breathed. "That was so fucking good."
Draco chuckled into his neck. "It was, wasn’t it?" He smiled at him, and placed a kiss on Harry’s lips.
They cleaned up and laid there together until Harry realized he probably had to go.
"I’m going to have to wear a turtleneck to dinner." Harry laughed.
Draco chuckled. "I might be able to heal them for you, if you want."
Harry shook his head, "No it’s alright. I like them," said Harry with a smile.
Draco smiled happily back. "I’ll miss you." He took Harry in his embrace, after kissing him lightly.
"I’ll miss you too." Harry smiled, drunkenly back. "When are you coming 'round again?"
Draco shrugged. "When do you want me?"
Harry smiled. "Always." He said, biting his lip.
Draco rolled his eyes. "I’ll surprise you." He said with a smirk.
Harry groaned, but nodded all the same. "Fine. I’ll see you whenever you decide to grace me with your presence."
They gave each other a kiss goodbye and Harry flooed home and then to the Weasley’s.
Sure enough, Draco was at his flat when he got back.

Alright guys! I hope you enjoyed! Sorry about the bit of angst towards the end. This was a set-up chapter, so we're coming to the point where a lot of shit's about to go down. Buckle up and join me for the ride. Good and bad, so don't worry!
I'm sorry this chapter was a day late, but at least it's Harry's bday!
Speaking of bday, I may post a Drarry one shot later on this evening. And speaking of one shots, I wrote two for Ron and Hermione for the instances of this story, i.e the night Ron caused their predicament and then after drinks with Harry. Would you guys be interested in reading them? Should I post them? Let me know!!
I'm so excited for the next chapter, I hope I can get it out by next Friday, but we'll see.
SO? Will we find out if Hermione's pregnant? How will Ron take the news of learning Harry's with Draco? What the hell is up with this house, and who in Merlin's name is D? And most importantly, how will our favourite ship hold up in shaky waters? ;)

smile317: I'm glad I made you laugh at that, I made myself laugh too. I'm glad you like the smut ;) All your concerns will be answered soon enough, although we've got a bit of time before we have to deal with Lucius, outright at least.. I hope you enjoyed this long one!!
goddess-of_dragons: I'm sorry for the cliff hanger! I have to keep you coming back somehow right? Thanks for the feedback! We're in for a ride with the next chapter so hold on tight!

I hope you guys are enjoying, let me know if you want to see any specifc type of smutty scenes or if you have any other ideas. I'll see you guys in the next update!
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