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A/N: I don’t care what nobody says! I love me some fluffy, snarky Draco. (Little Draco POV in this chapter)
Chapter Nine: Another Go
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“Absolutely not!” Draco attempted to close the front door, but the bloody troll blocked it with a largely oversized boot. “Remove your foot, troll.”
“Who…Draco, what are you doing?!” Harry cried out, attempting to maneuver around Draco. “I told him to come by!”
“Yeah! How are you this bloody strong, prissy boy?! I thought you were…” McClain grunted heavily as he desperately tried to force the door open, “—you’re basically skin and bones!”
Harry forced Draco to the side, finally causing the door to slip open, and subsequently sending the body of his large, oversized troll hurling through it in surprise. Draco immediately jerked Harry out of the way and allowed the large buffoon to surge inside with nothing but the floor to break his fall.
The floor shuddered as McClain made impact, grunting like some sort of ogre, and finally rolling to his back when he had sufficiently pummeled his face. Draco couldn’t help the triumphant smirk as the large beast lay defeated on the floor.
“Much better,” Draco stated with a narrowed look before turning to the wide-eyed Harry. “What did you ask him over for?”
Harry ignored him, causing his temper to flare, and was immediately coddling the large troll now blocking their entire entryway. Bloody twit. Draco crossed his arms in irritation as Harry helped the large troll from the floor—not very easily mind you. Harry was half McClain’s size; no doubt half his weight as well.
Draco fumed as he watched his emerald-eyed lover (he hated the word but there was little else to describe his Harry with) cradle the large man’s body weight onto his small shoulders.
It was absolutely preposterous that Harry would fawn over this oversized wizard. Draco did not understand this constant need to give attention to dimwitted creatures; Harry was prone to friendships with especially impudent, undereducated, indefinitely smelling of body odor, and incredibly irritating wizards.
Draco pushed down the creeping sensation of jealousy as Harry continued to mollycoddle the mountain troll.
“Well?” he demanded when Harry had finally settled the beast. “What purpose does it serve to have that”—he pointed at the large man now denting in their sofa—“in our house at this hour of the day?!”
It was currently half past eight in the evening, and Draco had been preparing for a long evening of exploring Harry’s body and tutoring him in the many ways of male pleasure. Instead, he was forced to play host to some mountain troll that had the audacity to use his Harry like a bloody crutch. Absolutely ludicrous!
“He knows an enchanter in London that may be able to unravel the enchantment on the book,” Harry said pointedly, glaring at Draco as if he had done something wrong. He hadn’t. It was the Gryffindor’s mistake to think he would happily, gleefully allow this troll to stay over without so much as having been conversed with first.
“I still do not comprehend the reason for his being here now,” Draco hissed. “We leave in the morning. Come then. Actually—I retract that—do not. Leave now and do not return. I refuse to receive help from a troll.”
Dakin’s eyes regarded him with amusement. Bloody twit. “I found your little book in the first place. Besides, Harry said you had trouble finding someone knowledgeable with this sort of historical enchantment.”
Draco wanted to curse, but he would not allow it in this twit’s presence. “I will find an enchanter. My network is much more expansive than yours, McClain. Be assured.”
Harry sighed. “Look, he has one. The sooner we unlock it, the sooner we can cure your mum.” Draco tossed Harry an angry glare, hating that Harry had made a very valid point. “He’s here tonight because…well, Dakin is prone to tardiness, so I told him to sleep here tonight. He has a place to stay in London when we arrive.”
“You mean for him to stay the night? Absolutely not.”
Dakin smiled unabashedly. “Isn’t this Harry’s house, prissy boy?” Draco glared with a vehemence at the arrogant bastard.
“Please Draco,” Harry pleaded with those beautiful eyes Draco was often ensnared by. “He won’t be a bother. You and I can share the room and he’ll take the sofa.”
Draco would not yield. Harry’s eyes implored him sweetly, glistening green entrancing him effectively into a stupor. Was Harry part nymph?! Bloody hell. “Fine.”
He would punish Harry later, but first, silencing spells. Harry was too focused on the big oaf to noticed Draco securing wards around their bed quarters and silencing spells for privacy. He had every intention of making Harry reward him for his forfeit this night.
Smirking, Draco went into the bedroom to wait for his victim.
*
Harry had managed to sway Draco; his coercion being quite successful. Harry knew he had to be underhanded to get Draco to agree and was surprised when it worked almost famously against his stubborn lover.
After making sure that Dakin was comfortable and fed, Harry headed to their bedroom, wondering what the sudden feeling of Draco’s magic was about. Had Draco erected wards? Was he that frightened of Dakin? Or, did he worry that Dakin would take an opportunity to exact his revenge on him for the skirmish at the door?
Draco needed to lighten up, was all Harry could think as he closed the door behind him and faced the now half-naked form of his blonde lover laying languidly on his bed. Harry nearly lost his footing, startling at the sight as Draco invitingly waving him over.
“Uh,” Harry uttered out loud as he walked hesitantly over. “Why only…those?” Harry pointed to Draco’s boxers.
“Take your clothes off,” Draco stated coolly, ignoring Harry’s question.
“Wha—“
“Take. Them. Off,” Draco reiterated with a deep, powerful voice. “Then come to bed.”
Harry shivered at the intensity of Draco’s voice, finding that—though he shouldn’t be—he was quite turned on by it. Harry’s hands shook slightly as he pulled up the hem of his shirt, pulling it up his torso and finally over his head before discarding the slightly-too-large green shirt to the floor.
Draco’s eyes watched him, intensifying when his skin was laid bare before him. “And your trousers,” the other wizard whispered in a sultry tone. “Take them off.”
Harry swallowed, wishing he could cease the shake in his hands as he fumbled with the button and zip of his trousers. His heart clamored against his chest as he was finally able to manage the zip enough to slide his trousers from his hip, and then down the length of his legs.
Harry’s stomach tightened, hardening his slightly toned abs as Draco watched him—eating in the sight of him with darkening eyes and a small rise to one side of his lips. Harry toed off the jeans, pushing them to the side, and straightened his back to appear as though he wasn’t suffering a dizzy feeling at the intensity and mortification of his current situation.
“Come here,” Draco demanded, catching Harry’s arm when he neared the side of the bed and pulling him down. “You are bloody gorgeous, Harry,” the other wizard whispered hotly before straddling Harry.
Harry felt his entire body flush with the Slytherin’s words as soft, unassuming kisses pressed over the expanse of his naked torso. Harry’s breathing hitched when Draco’s mouth nuzzled a particularly sensitive patch.
“Like that do you?” Draco teased, sliding his tongue over it and eliciting a moan from Harry’s mouth. “You are rather sensitive,” Draco continued on as if they were having a normal conversation and were not in the middle of such things. “You seem to like it here as well,” Draco mused as his mouth breathed hotly over one of Harry’s nipples.
Arching, hands flying into Draco’s hair, Harry moaned approvingly. His lower part, which had been half-hard until now, throbbed and hardened fully at the sensation.
“Very sensitive indeed,” Draco remarked with a lift of his eyes to Harry. “Did you know, Harry, that those who receive the most pleasure and sensation from their nipples are inherently more pleasured by being taken than if not?”
Harry couldn’t breathe. The assault on his nipple continued, hot air bathing him each time Draco spoke.
“I have never found such pleasure; but you, it would seem you will be quite satisfied when I eventually fuck you,” Draco hissed before taking Harry’s mouth against his and sliding his tongue to dominantly in to claim it.
Harry was never so turned on, never so willing to yield to another so completely in his entire life. His body arched and writhed against Draco’s ministrations as the other wizard continued to pleasure him through the slightest touches.
Fingers teased, scraped, pleasured as they traveled along his torso, lower abdomen, higher thighs before resting where he needed Draco’s touch the most. Sliding the material of Harry’s boxers away, Draco skimmed the flesh at first with a palm before wrapping it and tightly pulling it.
“Draco!” Harry gasped at the unexpected sensation. Wanking himself never felt like this. “Merlin…” he breathed as Draco’s hand worked him leisurely, stroking and squeezing his prick. Legs spreading, Harry thrust up into his lover’s hand, urging it faster.
“No,” Draco stated simply before his hand fleeted away and left Harry groaning in despair. “I have many other things I wish to do to you. No need to end them quickly,” Draco said, eyes portraying a lust that was answered in Harry’s own.
Harry wanted to groan and even toyed with the very idea of begging Draco to keep at it; but instead, he nodded, swiping his lips with his tongue as Draco kneeled backwards and rested on the heels of his feet. Draco pulled Harry’s boxers down, fully exposing him before flicking his wand. “Accio lubricant.”
A small vial flew from Draco’s bag and landed swiftly into his hand. Harry watched it with interest; he had done some research about what transpired between two men, so he wasn’t totally naïve to what lubricant meant.
“This is a solution of my own devising,” Draco explained as if he wasn’t sitting now totally naked aside from boxers over Harry’s completely bare frame. “This is a reason that you should be thankful you are not a muggle, Harry. Sex between muggle men is painful. Fortunately for you, sex between wizards is…for the most part, not.”
Harry’s eyes strayed down to the vial held by Draco, watching as the other wizard coated his fingers generously with it. “Uh…” Harry was suddenly very nervous. His head turned sideways towards the front room. “Dakin—“
“Will be unable to hear a thing,” Draco growled. “Another advantage to magic you may have forgotten; I put up locking and silencing charms.”
That explained the magic. Harry wanted to sigh, knowing that Draco had planned this from the very beginning, but wasn’t so sure he minded it at all. Harry was rather disappointed himself when Dakin had interrupted their last session together.
Sensing that Harry had conceded, Draco pushed Harry’s thighs apart, kneeling between the space of Harry’s open legs and pressing a well-lubricated finger to Harry’s pucker. Harry’s breathing hitched with another sharp gasp when Draco pushed just slightly on the tense ring of muscle.
“I—“
Draco bent over, pressing a reassuring kiss to Harry’s lips. “Hush, Harry.” He pushed inside the contracting ring of muscle, and Harry nearly jerked backwards at the odd sensation. “I have to coat your insides for this to work. Otherwise, it will be very unpleasant. Stay still.”
Draco was experienced. Harry had forgotten—well, chose to forget it anyway. The sudden heat and pain in his chest burned as he remember that this had been entirely new for him, but not for Draco. He was the inexperienced one here.
Closing his eyes tightly, Harry fought his jealous thoughts. The sensation was unnatural; he wanted to push against it in hopes of removing it. Still, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. After Draco added another finger, shifting them and scissoring them inside Harry had he found that unnatural was soon incredibly pleasurable.
“Ah,” he gasped as a hot sensation washed over him, causing his prick to throb and return to life.
Draco smirked as he slid over the hidden nub once more, watching Harry intently as he did. Harry’s chest shot up like it had been pulled by a string shortly followed by another surprised moan. What the bloody hell was that?!
Again and again, Draco’s fingers assaulted that spot inside him until he was gasping and panting for release. Two fingers had become three, spreading him, preparing him for the large tent now visible in Draco’s boxers.
Harry tingled all over, heat coiling and building in his lower body, threatening to burst if Draco rubbed that place one more time.
Draco pulled his fingers from him just before he could release the near-painful heat below. Before Harry could moan in protest, Draco stripped the boxers from himself with another wave of his wand and coated the large, pulsing length with a generous amount of his lubricant.
Harry couldn’t help the intense fascination as those long fingers that had previously been pleasuring Harry to unimaginable heights now lathered the Slytherin’s thick, throbbing, much larger prick. It made his own mouth fall open slightly in an effort to breathe through his desire.
That was going to be inside him? Merlin. How?
Draco finished with a small smirk before readjusting Harry so that he was on his knees, arse in the air aiming at the Slytherin. Oh gods. Harry tensed with embarrassment as hands pried his cheeks apart and something large pressed against his well-stretched pucker.
Harry could hear the soft pants of his lover as he pushed through the first ring of muscle. Harry’s body bent backwards in surprise by the new sensation. His head fell forward, drenched in perspiration as Draco continued to push inside him, slowly, gently opening him to his fullest capacity.
“Fuck,” Harry breathed when Draco’s hips connected with his arse. He felt full with the odd sensation. He wiggled curiously, hearing Draco’s answering groan as he did. It wasn’t horrid, he finally decided as he pushed back again and felt fingers eating into his hips.
Draco pulled out slightly, after gathering himself, and then thrust back in with force that nearly sent Harry off the bed. The sudden explosion of pleasure shook him to his very core, causing Harry’s arms and legs to tremble and weaken.
“Gods,” he rasped as Draco once more slid out and back in with just as much force. Harry attempted to root himself to the bed, clutching desperately at the bedding. Sounds that he never knew he could make tumble haphazardly from his mouth.
“You’re so bloody tight,” Draco bit out as he slammed back inside Harry, thrusting with a momentum that was sure to send then all the way off the bed. “Fuck,” the blonde breathed as he pressed his entire body against Harry’s backside. “You feel so bloody brilliant.”
Harry wasn’t breathing—rather, he was mumbling and cursing incoherently in a response to the amazing ecstasy every hard thrust gave him. Was it supposed to be this…mind-blowing the first time? Harry’s arms shook as Draco continued to thrust inside him, never slowing.
He could feel it; the thin, crumbling edge of his orgasm as Draco thrust again and again over his prostrate.
“Draco…gods, going to—“ he desperately tried to warn before his body was stiffening in orgasm. He came so hard it was almost painful, jolting and writhing with every onset of powerful pleasure. The continued hot waves washed over him, eventually forcing him to fall forward into the bed as he had effectively become boneless.
“Fuck,” Draco growled before Harry could feel the wizard pressed fully inside him and come in hot, liquid spurts, coating his insides with his seed.
Draco fell down beside him, breathing in shallow, harsh pants, his body glistening with perspiration much like Harry’s. They laid breathing for minutes before Draco forced himself upwards and grabbed his wand. He cast a few cleaning spells before falling back onto the bed next to Harry.
Harry’s eyes had remained closed the entire time before he was opening them and shifting his gaze to the Slytherin. “Is it always that bloody amazing?” he asked with disbelief.
“When you are with me,” Draco replied smug grin before wiping his forehead in a sweeping motion. “Although, this is…the first time I have been so explicitly satisfied by a singular shag, I will admit.”
Harry was seeing spots in his vision as he chuckled lightly. “I’ll try not to let it go to my head,” Harry taunted breathlessly.
“See that you don’t,” Draco retorted before helping Harry beneath the covers and pulling him into an embrace. “Next time, however, one time will not suffice.”
Harry’s eyes widened. “What? You want another go?”
“Not tonight,” Draco pressed a kiss to Harry’s shoulder. “This is your first time. Besides, we have to be up early, and if we were to have another go, you would not be able to walk very well tomorrow.”
Harry laughed. “There are potions for that.”
“Are you seducing me, Harry?”
Harry shivered at the husky tone Draco’s voice had taken. He wouldn’t have minded another go, but his eyes were drooping after their first time. “No,” he said softly as he fought a yawn. “We’ll leave that for another time.”
Another kiss was pressed to his shoulder before Harry was slipping into unconsciousness.
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They arrived in London, splitting off at Draco’s urging, and intending to meet later that day with Dakin’s acquaintance. Harry was immediately wrapped up against the tall Slytherin before the familiar sensation of apparition enveloped him.
The Malfoy Manor grounds were something that Harry could easily become enchanted by. The sheer amount of rare and mythical breeds of flower and animal alike were a tribute to the insurmountable wealthy of the Malfoy family even despite the previous war.
Thanks to Draco, while Lucius Malfoy’s imprisonment had been a slight against their name, Draco had been able to retain most, if not all, of their previous prestige.
Harry was suddenly transfixed by the bodies of wizards and witches hovering just outside of the home in hopes of getting a glimpse of this lover that Draco was supposedly involved with. Well, Draco was involved with someone, but the wizarding world would never have guessed it.
Harry smiled to himself, keeping the concealment charms tight on his person as he followed Draco down the hallway. While most of the house was guarded with concealment barriers, Draco had warned that lately there have been some possible leaks to the media. He had found a mole just before his return and that person had been dismissed from their position.
“I will introduce you later to my mother,” Draco stated as he led Harry into a room that was just as luxurious, just as decorated in well-accented colors as all the rooms before it.
“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Harry was rather nervous by the prospect of being introduced to Narcissa Malfoy after all that had occurred during the war. “Maybe we should skip it. Besides, I doubt that she would be happy to know her son is affiliated with someone like me.”
Draco’s eyes fastened on him. “Why would you presume as much? Are you not the savior of this world? Of my family? You may think she harbors ill-will, but I have it on good authority that it is quite the opposite.”
Harry felt shameful for saying such things—about a sick woman no less. “Sorry, that was rude of me.”
Draco moved forward, pulling Harry gently into his arms, and pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “My mother would be content knowing that I have chosen someone fitting; and you are fitting, Harry. You are the embodiment of any families dream son-in-law.”
Son-in-law?! Harry stiffened at the proclamation. Draco had, if he wasn’t mistaken, basically proposed to him.
“Uh…”
“Shall we go have lunch?” Draco interjected before pulling away. “I think that sustenance before a day dealing with imbeciles is necessary.”
Forgetting their previously uncomfortable conversation, Harry regarded Draco with a small reproachful brow. “He’s not an imbecile. He not only found the book, but is now finding someone that can unlock it. Why do you dislike him so much?”
“A troll will forever be a troll, Harry.”
Harry laughed while shaking his head. “Why do I even bother?”
“Precisely. No need to bother yourself with such things. It is hardly worth your while,” Draco retorted with a small smirk.
“You’re a right—“
“Sexy,” Draco interjected.
“—bastard,” Harry finished with a sigh.
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“No,” Draco said with a shake of his head. “I refuse to travel in that with that.” Draco stated simply while pointing from the car to Dakin.
“It’s just a short drive, Draco.”
“No,” he refuted.
Dakin pulled Harry towards the car. “Leave him, Harry. You have the book. He can stay here.”
“Get your bloody troll-sized hands off of my Harry,” Draco growled while jerking Harry backwards in attempts of dislodging him from Dakin.
Dakin pulled Harry back towards him. “How about no, prissy boy.”
“Hey—“ Harry attempted to interject, but Draco yanked harder this time, and Harry feared he may become injured in the childish exchange.
Yanking his arms down, he pulled out of both wizards’ hold. “Are you bloody children? Draco, get in the bloody car,” Harry growled as he pointed Draco. Chuckling sounded from behind him, so he reared backwards and aimed the same finger at Dakin. “No more out of you either.” Dakin’s mouth shut as all humor faded from his face.
Harry decided to drive with Draco in the front and Dakin navigating from the back. Although, it seemed that his demanding demeanor from before had set the two straight because they did not argue the entire way to the enchanter’s house.
After arriving, they were greeted by an elderly man that immediately worked on the book, disenchanting it over the course of two hours. Finally, he was able to unlock the contents. When Draco went to pay the man for his services, he was immediately turned away.
“Long ago, I was saved by someone much like the way you are now,” the old man said with a smile. “I feel that fate is at play here, young man, so I will not accept any sort of payment. See to it that your mother is healed and only then will I feel rewarded.”
Draco seemed taken aback by the words but nodded with a shake to the older man’s hand. “You have my gratitude.”
They left, driving in silence for long minutes before Dakin let out a heavy sigh. “Well that was easy.”
Draco scoffed while he read through the book, obviously planning out how to brew the cure for his mother. Harry kept his eyes to the road as they headed back to town where Dakin was staying.
“What will you do now?” the older wizard asked Harry. “Are you going back to Ireland?”
“Uh—“
“He will remain here,” Draco cut in sharply, causing Harry’s head to jerk to the side in question. “I have need of you while I attempt to brew this cure. It is not a simple brew. It takes nearly a fortnight to finish.”
“Oh,” Harry said with a small nod then addressed Dakin. “Can you watch the shop in the meantime?”
“I guess I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” Dakin grumbled petulantly. “I still don’t understand why he would need you here.”
“Well, troll, it is none of your bloody business,” Draco hissed.
Harry interjected quickly. “I want to be here. Even just to support him. I would really appreciate if you minded the shop while I was gone.”
Dakin sighed in defeat. “Fine. Make sure to contact me when you plan to return.”
After dropping Dakin off, and receiving a bone-crushing hug that caused a whole new battle between Draco and Dakin, they headed back to Malfoy Manor.
*
“Do you need anything?” Harry asked as he neared Draco who was mumbling over the book and its contents while retrieving a few items from his ingredient cabinet. “Draco?” The other wizard glanced at him before shaking his head. “Okay, well, I’ll be in our bedroom then.”
Harry began to head towards the door when a loud crack filled the room.
“Master Draco! Lady Malfoy’s condition…it has worsened. Please come,” the little stuttering elf proclaimed.
Draco’s eyes widened before he was surging past Harry and running out of the room. After a momentary freeze, Harry turned and followed Draco down the hallway towards his mother’s room. They entered to find several Healers attempting to stabilize her.
“Sir…” one said before a loud alarm went off, and then the Healers in the room began to dash and speak quickly to each other. Magic flowed from their wands and potions were pressed to the small, fragile woman who had once been healthy and vibrant.
Draco rushed to her side, his face reddening as the Healers worked quickly beside him.
“She’s fading quickly, Vincent.”
Harry pressed his hand to his lips as a medi-witch came towards him. “I’m afraid we can’t have you in here, sir.”
“I—“
“Please, I need you out in the hallway,” she said gently as she turned Harry and pushed him towards the door. He could hear the gasps and stifled cries of Draco as the activity behind him increased.
He was escorted and sat in a chair just outside of the room before she returned inside, shutting the door behind her. And then there was utter silence.
Harry watched the door as if it would give him some sort of answer, but to no avail. Closing his eyes, pressing his head back into the wall behind him, Harry waited.
TBC…
Another chapter. Hope you guys liked the romp-session. Took a bit longer to get this chapter written because I was having issues with the sex scene. Hope it turned out okay. Love you guys! Until next time!!
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