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The Optimal Balance	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17125 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and characters belong to JK Rowling and associates. This was written for fun. I make no money from it.

Chapter List
- 1-The Optimal Balance
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Ch. 12
- 13-Ch. 13
- 14-Ch. 14
- 15-Ch. 15
- 16-Ch. 16
- 17-Ch. 17
- 18-Ch. 18
- 19-Ch. 19
- 20-Ch. 20
- 21-Ch. 21
- 22-Ch. 22
- 23-Ch. 23
- 24-Ch. 24
- 25-Ch. 25
- 26-Ch. 26
- 27-Ch. 27
- 28-Ch. 28
- 29-Ch. 29
- 30-Ch. 30
- 31-Ch. 31
- 32-Ch. 32
- 33-Ch. 33
- 34-Ch. 34
- 35-Ch. 35
- 36-Ch. 36
- 37-Ch. 37
- 38-Ch. 38
- 39-Ch. 39
- 40-Ch. 40: Epilogue
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A/N: xxxsilverglitters: THANK YOU!! So happy you like it! :D

Harry’s ear was wet. He turned his head, trying to move away from the wetness, but it followed him, adding a gentle sucking sensation. He grunted and turned to his side, batting at his ear. He didn’t care what had decided he tasted so good; it was Monday morning and he had work to get to, so there was no chance in hell he was waking before the alarm at seven.

An amused sound was huffed against the back of his neck, but he was left alone to drift back towards sleep. Just before he achieved oblivion, however, the wetness returned, this time accompanied by a nibbling sensation down his spine. The bed dipped and a long-fingered hand trailed slowly over Harry’s hip, the thumb rubbing lazy circles around his navel as the fingers drummed over his stomach. Unable to help himself, he pressed back into the lips sucking lightly between his shoulder blades.

“Draco…”

“About time you woke up.”

“You say that like I had a choice.”

He rolled his shoulders and arched his back, giving Draco just enough warning before he moved. His lips stretched into a wide smile when Draco's weight pressed him into the mattress the second he was flat on his back. Tilting his head back, he assumed Draco would kiss him, but he was left hanging as Draco merely watched him, his eyes seeming to glint in the gloom of the morning.

“I suppose you could have hexed me, or done something else equally undesirable.”

“Really?” Harry slid his hands down Draco's back to rest just above his arse. Putting a small amount of pressure on him caused Draco to rock his hips forward, telling Harry everything he needed to know. “And when has being under the threat of a well-deserved hexing ever stopped you?”

Draco seemed to relax a little, lowering himself on top of Harry. Resting his forehead against Harry’s, he softly brushed their lips together before pulling back again.

“Tell me what I’ve done to deserve being hexed.” He waited for Harry to open his mouth before speaking again. “Something I’ve done recently, not years ago.”

Harry couldn’t help grinning. He would never have used Draco's part in the War against him – that would just be cruel – but he had plenty of ammunition from when they had been children. He sighed and stretched languidly when Draco resumed his nibbling, this time on Harry’s collarbone.

“You don’t get on with my friends.”

“They don’t get on with me.” Draco moved on down Harry’s chest to his nipples.

“You’re always arguing with me.” Harry’s eyes slid closed as Draco bit down on his nipple.

“Making my point plain is not arguing.”

He moved over to Harry’s other nipple, sucking it lightly. Harry arched his back, needing more, but Draco's hands gripped his sides, forcing him back to the bed.

“Is that all you have? Hardly compelling evidence of me deserving to be hexed.” He continued to suck on Harry’s nipple, the sensation pleasurable, but nowhere near enough.

“You’re a fucking tease, Malfoy,” Harry groaned, arching his back again in an attempt to achieve more friction.

Draco hummed, managing to sound insulted. “So this is what I get for trying to have a civilised conversation, is it? Threatened and abused.” Harry felt him shake his head, his soft hair brushing just beneath Harry’s chin. “Whatever happened to gratitude? To being pleased with the attentions you receive rather than–” His words were cut off when Harry flipped them over and pinned his arms above his head. “About time, Potter.”

Harry sat up, staring down at Draco beneath him. Now that he was properly awake, it was obvious that it wasn’t very early; that Draco had allowed him to sleep in to a decent-ish hour. The light that was filtering through the gap in the curtains was just bright enough for Harry to make out the smug expression on Draco’s face. He briefly considered charming Draco's hands to the bedhead and returning the ‘favour’ Draco had awoken him with, but the rush of rather urgent desire through him put paid to that idea. Leaning down, he grinned as Draco sucked a breath in between his teeth.

“Give me one good reason why I should give you what you want.”

Draco's eyes glittered with the knowledge that he had won. “Because what I want is you.”

It was such a simple statement, but the force of the emotions it caused to rush through Harry was stunning. Lowering himself onto Draco, he sealed their lips together in a heated kiss, trying to put everything he was feeling into it. His eyes squeezed shut tight against the rush of emotions and he let out an involuntary sound like a whimper. Spreading his legs, Harry rocked his hips forward to finally achieve the friction he had been craving. He didn’t remember releasing Draco's hands, but he felt them both running down his back a few seconds before Draco rolled them over. Draco nipped at Harry’s lips as he broke the kiss so he could mumble the charms to prepare him, sending jolts of desire through Harry’s stomach.

“Draco…” Harry stretched the vowels out and smiled when he felt Draco shudder. He had no idea why whispering Draco’s name like that produced such a reaction, but he had yet to grow tired of it. “Please.” Raising his knees caused Draco to chuckle, the sound vibrating through Harry’s chest.

“Harry.” Draco pushed forward, entering Harry slowly. “Look at me.”

Opening his eyes showed Draco hovering just above him, watching him intently. It was something Harry was growing used to still, as Ginny had never really been interested in having him watch her during sex. He bit down on his bottom lip when Draco began to move.

“I love you.”

Harry couldn’t help the ridiculously wide smile that stretched his lips. He tangled his hand through Draco's hair, pulling him down into another kiss. It was just as intense as the first, causing Harry to moan as their tongues battled for dominance. He could feel Draco angling his hips, trying to hit his prostate and anticipation lit his nerve endings on fire. The pleasure building swiftly in his groin was promising to explode with an intensity that he hadn’t achieved in a while, causing him to let out involuntary sounds encouraging Draco on.

“Fuck, Draco, I…”

Harry almost lost all control when Draco managed to hit his prostate. His vision blurred, his stomach clenched and his nails dug into the soft skin of Draco's shoulders. Draco kept to that angle, hitting Harry’s prostate every second or third thrust. Finding himself completely incapable of speech, Harry let out a string of consonants as a warning before he came. His orgasm washed over him from his head down to his toes, causing tremors to rip through him as he coated both of their stomachs with his release. Draco followed him into orgasm not long after, calling his name as he came.

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco when he collapsed down on top of him, panting heavily. He drifted happily on the high for longer than he knew he should, but at that stage he really couldn’t care if he was late for work or not. He owned the bloody company, so why shouldn’t he get some leeway in his starting time every now and then? He only really came around when Draco shifted on top of him, reminding him how sticky they both were.

“Sorry.” Draco's voice was rough, sending warmth through Harry’s chest. “Go back to sleep.”

He cast a silent cleansing charm over the both of them before moving to lie beside Harry. Taking a deep breath in order to try to stay awake for a little while longer, Harry reached to tangle his hand through Draco's hair again. Draco automatically leant in for another kiss, causing Harry to smile.

“Love you, too.”

Draco chuckled. “I know. Sleep now. I’ll wake you in an hour.”

*~*

“You’ve been looking particularly smug today.”

Draco knew he had been smiling all day, but that smile widened as Astoria curled herself onto the opposite end of the lounge he was sitting on. With the way the day had begun, he didn’t really see how he couldn’t be feeling smug. The knowledge that he had the power to have Harry reacting the way he had that morning in such a short amount of time was one of the most powerful sensations Draco had ever experienced. He had been absolutely dying to speak to someone about it, but he was unsure if Astoria would be willing to listen to him now that he was in a real relationship and not just speaking about some random he had picked up at a Ministry function. He glanced over to her, trying to judge how she would react if he began to speak about Harry.

“It’s been a good morning,” he equivocated.

Astoria laughed, throwing her head back against the lounge. “That reluctant to tell me about him, huh? And here I was, thinking it had been long enough that you’d be willing to give me some details. Never mind: I’d keep him to myself as well.”

She stood and ran her hand affectionately through Draco's hair on her way through the living room. Shock and a mild panic rushed through Draco's chest, causing him to reach out to grip her wrist, pulling her to a stop. She turned to meet his eyes, amusement clear on her face.

“Yes?”

“I thought…” He paused, unsure of how to put what he had been thinking into words. Clearing his throat, he started again. “Because it’s Harry, I thought you’d not want to know anything.”

A frown creased Astoria’s forehead before she stepped back to stand in front of him. She placed her hands on his shoulders, staring at him for a few seconds before shaking her head.

“I love you, Dray, but you really are a bit of a twit sometimes.”

Draco blinked, trying to work out whether he should be insulted or not as she moved back to the opposite end of the lounge. He observed her as she called for a house-elf and ordered tea for the both of them. It had been a while since the two of them had sat down together and had a real discussion about anything important and he was more than willing to believe that gossiping about Harry counted as a deep and meaningful conversation with the woman he had considered his sister for so many years. He smiled in thanks as she handed him his tea.

“So,” she began, a smirk beginning to show on her face. “What’s it like to have someone who can have you smiling like that all day?”

Draco was unable – and unwilling – to prevent his responding smile. “I honestly thought I’d never find someone like this.”

“Dray–”

“No, I’m not fishing for compliments or being self-depreciating. It’s the Gods honest truth: I felt as though I would never find someone like him simply because I believed no one would be able to understand the way I live my life. For the last fourteen years, you have been my priority; my someone to protect against the world. Most gay men wouldn’t be able to understand why I would do what I did, why I would marry a woman just to produce an heir.” He paused to take a sip of tea. “The idea of being with a closeted man is horrifying to most people. That’s one reason I lived the way I did for so long, not settling down with anyone because we were all in the same boat.”

Draco trailed off, wondering whether he was making any kind of sense. A small sound from the end of the lounge drew his attention and he glanced up to see Astoria smiling at him, her eyes shining.

“Harry’s different, though, isn’t he?”

Draco nodded slowly, thinking back over the time they had spent together. Harry had fought so hard to be with him and had sacrificed so much on the way that Draco was unsure at times that he was worthy of such devotion. His grip on his cup tightened as he fought the urge to keep Harry all to himself; this was Astoria – his Tori – and he knew she was safe.

“He understands it all. He doesn’t like some of the things I do; this past weekend is proof of that. But the thing is…” He trailed off again, frowning as he tried to put it all into words. “It’s the differences between us that have made this relationship work. I know for a fact that my presence in his life has calmed his temper somewhat and, well… The positive effects he’s had on me are innumerable, really. I’d like to think I’ve relaxed a little, at least. Maybe… Maybe I’m not quite as bitter as I used to be about my lot in life. I don’t know.”

He trailed off again, staring down into his teacup. A small sniffle drew his attention immediately and he moved to gather Astoria into his arms without thinking.

“Tori?”

It took her a few minutes before she could respond without pausing to blow her nose. By the time she gathered herself, her eyes were puffy and her nose was red.

“This is all I have ever wanted for you, you know. It was so unfair that you had to hide behind me for so long, but I am so happy that you’ve finally found him, Dray. I–” She paused to blow her nose again. Taking a shaky breath, she pulled away from him and offered up a watery smile. “I have news and an explanation for why I’m suddenly so interested in your love life again.” She took another breath and let it out slowly before her smile widened. “I’ve met someone. Someone real this time, not just temporary. It’s only been two months, but I think he could turn out to be special.”

A combination of shock and joy spread through Draco, widening his eyes and leaving him with what he assumed was a stunned look on his face. He opened and closed his mouth a number of times, but was unable to express what was running through him. Instead of continuing to try, he pulled Astoria close, enveloping her in a hug that had her laughing against his shoulder.

“Tori…”

“I know, I know, I felt the same way when you told me about Harry.”

The smile she offered up when she pulled away from the embrace was brilliant, triggering a responding smile to echo on Draco's face. The joy spreading through him finally won out over the shock, causing him to begin to laugh. It began in the pit of his stomach and bubbled up through him, completely uncontrollably.

“What?”

“That poor man has my deepest sympathies,” he managed to gasp through the waves of laughter.

“Oi!” Astoria punched him on the shoulder before joining in with his laughter. “After everything I’ve done for you over the years…”

She left the sentence open, dissolving into giggles again when Draco began taking deep breaths in an attempt to regain some semblance of control. It was a few minutes before the two of them managed to stop making the other laugh, leaving Draco with aching cheeks and watering eyes. Taking steadying breaths, he met Astoria’s eyes.

“Congratulations, Tori, seriously. You deserve to find someone who’ll make you this happy all the time.”

The smile she offered up threatened to turn watery again, but it was then that the Apparition alarm chimed from the lobby. Draco sat up, knowing it had to be Harry, but tidying his hair anyway.

“Draco?”

“Living room.”

Harry’s footsteps echoed through the Manor, allowing Draco to know the second he entered the room. He tilted his head back against the lounge to meet Harry’s lips in greeting.

“Trying to steal my man, are you?” Harry directed at Astoria with a grin. “Not that I blame you.”

Astoria responded by standing and drawing Harry into a tight embrace. Draco saw her whisper something to him that had Harry smiling wide.

“Congratulations. You’ll have to bring him over one night and let Draco scare the hell out of him.” Draco rolled his eyes when Harry grinned at him. “Well if you don’t then I’m sure Lily would find a way to introduce herself and then he’d run screaming.”

Astoria grinned and, after an exchange of pleasantries, excused herself, leaving the two of them alone. Draco ran his eyes over Harry, smiling when Harry raised an eyebrow at him. Standing, he drew Harry into a deep kiss. It was moments like this that Draco knew with a certainty that everything would work itself out eventually; that the world would right itself and everything would be fine.
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