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The Bar	By : hedwig_927 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9128 -:- 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 :)
I’m so so sorry this is late. You wouldn’t believe the week and a half I had. From the moment I posted the last chapter I had about 5 hours total of free time. I was working a lot and I was barely home. I worked on it all day today. I was surprised to find out what I had already written (which I had deemed less than half the chapter) was already over 9,000 words. When I tell you I was shocked. I guess I really do write a lot. I want to try and keep the chapters to about 12,000 words because it makes it easier for me to proof read and post, but harder for me to get everything I want in the chapter. Like this is only half of what I wanted to include and it’s almost 13,000 words. Anyway. I’m sorry again for the wait and even though this chapter it a bit of fluff (and also doesn’t have as much smut as I would’ve liked) I hope you enjoy. So let me know what you think and I’ll get to work on the next chapter ASAP :)
Chapter 9

Harry was still in his office. It was the following week. This house had been driving Harry mad. They had analyzed the evidence that could've had DNA and concluded it was placed there purposefully, with the intention to throw them off. None of the DNA was human, nor elf, nor animal. It was altered. It was chemically imbalanced.
The only promising attestation that something suspicious really was going on, was the clear goop oozing out of part of the wall, and the gargantuan hole bored into the floor with no known cause. Other than the fact that people had up and vanished.
Harry verbally expressed his irritation, letting out a loud grunt as he threw the file of information regarding the house on his desk, and stood abruptly out of his chair. Harry grumbled to himself, making his way out of his office and to the bathroom.
On the way back, he was slightly less angry. He saw Hermione a little ways down the hallway.
"‘Mione!" Harry called, waving at her.
She turned, and gave him a quick nod, but continued on her path away from Harry. Harry raised an eyebrow and hurried after her.
He caught up to her, grabbing her shoulder lightly to stop her. She had a stack of books in her arms. "Here, let me take these."
"No, I’ve got it, it’s alright," said Hermione quickly, trying to walk away again.
"Hermione?" Harry spoke, taken aback, and slightly offended.
Hermione just sighed. "I’m sorry, come with me."
Harry nodded, and reached forward to take the books from her hand, this time only getting a glare before she conceded. They walked into a different wing where Hermione’s office was located.
After they entered Harry placed the books onto her desk, and Hermione was already busying herself, looking for something in her desk drawer.
"Hermione."
"Yes?" She asked without looking up at Harry.
Harry sighed and walked over so he was right next to her. "Hermione, what’s wrong?"
Hermione took a deep breath. "It’s just been a long day." She moved to grab two of the books off her desk and carried them to another table in her office, thumbing through one. "Kingsley’s been going mental over this house you guys are investigating, and he’s got me bending over backwards trying to find out anything I can about the weird substance you found. I’ve been researching it, and I can’t find anything. I’ve even researched spontaneous explosions, to see if there are any kind that might leave behind certain residues, but I haven’t found anything yet. I have no idea what this stuff could be." She finished exasperated.
"It’s driving me mad too. I hate not knowing what the bloody hell is going on."
She laughed. "Tell me about it."
Harry managed a chuckle, but he had the slightest inkling that maybe she wasn’t just talking about the house. "At least we’ve only got an hour left."
Hermione scoffed. "To be honest I’ve been welcoming the distraction." Her face was slightly pink.
Harry had a twinge of guilt. He should’ve reached out to Hermione the moment Ron told him about their predicament.
"Hermione," said Harry, walking over to her. "Don’t stress. It’ll be alright."
She dropped her book on the table, and gripped the edge tightly. She stood there for a moment, then began to sob, and turned away from Harry.
"‘Mione," Harry spun her around and pulled her into a hug. She cried into his chest, keeping her head down and gripping his waistcoat tightly in her hand.
"H-Harry, I don’t k-know what to do-do.." She stuttered through tears and gasps.
Harry held her tighter, his hand holding her to him by her back and the other by her head. "I promise you it’ll be alright."
She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him more, and stayed pressed against his chest. Harry let her cry against him, knowing that even if she had been crying a lot this month, she needed to let it out.
After a few minutes her sobs slowed and she began to pull away. She turned and sat in one of her armchairs and Harry took residence in another one beside her.
"R-Ron and I made up. But.. I can’t stop stressing about it."
Harry rubbed her arm reassuringly. "I know, but you need to. Stressing will only make it worse."
She managed a laugh, an almost hysterical one. "Yes, I know that." She still had tears in her eyes and she gripped her thighs. "It’s just.. What am I supposed to do if I am Harry?"
Harry gave her a small frown and pushed her hair out of her face with his finger. She looked at him, defeated. Then he smiled at her. "You’ll raise a beautiful baby girl or boy, with a redhead who would be entirely too excited to see a mini-him running around."
Hermione laughed, actually this time. "He would, wouldn’t he?" She smiled at him, a few more tears falling down her cheeks.
"Hermione, he really wants a child with you. And I don’t suspect it has anything to do with Wayne Hopkins."
"I know," said Hermione with a sigh. "And I wouldn’t be as opposed to one as I’ve been acting.. It’s just.." She wiped away one of her tears. "We’re not even married yet. I’m about to be twenty-two. How on earth am I supposed to raise a child?"
He laughed. "Hermione, if anyone in this world is capable of raising a child, it’s you."
"You’re just saying that."
"I’m not. You literally brewed polyjuice potion when you were 13. You graduated top of our class. There’s not a single thing you wouldn’t know how to do by the time he popped his wrinkly head out."
"Harry!" She said smiling. "Okay. I get it, enough." Harry returned her smile and she bit her lip, looking away in thought. "What makes you think it would be a he?" She smirked.
Harry just shrugged. "A bit of a hope more like."
She shoved him. "Harry! I want a girl."
He laughed. "Hermione, you may not even be pregnant."
"Hopefully not," she nodded in agreement. "Regardless of the fact Ron and I would make do, it would probably be best if we waited until we were married, at least."
"Yes, I have to agree with that. I don’t think you have anything to worry about, but if you really are, you have Ron, and me, and the Weasley’s, and Andromeda, and everyone else, who would help and support you. It will be okay no matter what."
She nodded again, more enthusiastically this time. "You’re right, I need to quit whinging."
Harry smiled at her. "We’ve got this." He clapped a hand on her shoulder.
She let out a breath of relief. "Thank you for talking to me about this."
"Of course, I’m sorry I didn’t come any sooner."
She shook her head. "No, it’s okay. I’ve heard you’ve been quite the busy man as of late."
He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
She reached out and pulled his collar down slightly, smirking. Harry reddened. "You’ve got a boyfriend?" Harry nodded, biting his lip to hide his smile. "But, you haven’t told Ron who it is?" He shook his head lightly. "Why not?"
Harry took a deep breath, he knew that Hermione would handle the news better than Ron, but Ron would hex him if he found out he told Hermione first. "I wanted to tell the two of you together. I don’t think he’s going to take it very well."
"Ron doesn’t like him?"
Harry winced. "Erm, loathes more like it."
"Harry, Ron hardly hates anyone. I’m sure he’ll be happy for you no matter what."
Harry nodded. He hoped so.
"Why don’t you bring him round on my birthday? Then everyone would get to meet him."
He blushed. "Um, I’ll think about it." Though Harry knew, that was not the time nor place.
"You don’t have to Harry. When you’re ready to tell us you’ll tell us."
"Maybe I can have you lot round next week? I can’t wait for you to meet him, honestly."
She smiled brightly at him. "Well that makes two of us." She moved to get up. "Though, you should probably pop your collars, if you aren’t going to heal those."
Harry felt his face flush again, and bit his lip. "Yeah, we’re both.. um.. expressive." He said sheepishly.
Hermione laughed, and Harry noticed a bit of a blush on her cheeks. "Mm, I’m sure." Harry stood up, turning more red. "Now do let me finish up. Maybe I’ll be able to figure out what that substance is."
"Of course. Good luck, and let me know as soon as you do." He flashed a smile at her and turned to leave.
He made it to the door. "Oh, and Harry?" Harry looked at her. "Thanks.." She smiled at him.
"Anytime."
Harry headed back to his office to finish the work day, smiling to himself.

Harry was having another frustrating day at work. He hadn’t gotten to see Draco the night before and he returned from the house to his office, once again with nothing.
The only thing he had to look forward to today was seeing Draco. He initially was worried that it would’ve been weird, after their argument, but things quickly returned to normal the next day, and it had been almost a week since Draco became his boyfriend.
Harry thought back to their argument. Not once did Draco chastise him for going through his mail, nor did he accuse him of being jealous or possessive. He simply explained himself, calmly and rationally, yet Harry had been ready to storm out. He felt awfully guilty. He shouldn’t have acted that way.
He was grateful for the fact that Draco could handle him, and his temper. Hell, he was grateful they were still together even.
He thought about what Draco had said. ‘I’ve never fancied anyone like I fancy you.’
Those words continued to run through his head. Harry thought about how Draco had been with Graham. There was no doubt in Harry’s mind that Draco had loved him. So to think that Draco told him that, made butterflies fly around in his stomach.
It also made Harry feel more guilty. He had automatically assumed the worst of him. Of his partner whom he had just chosen to be with, already questioning his trust. He had apologized multiple times since, but Draco’s assured him he understood, and that he would be a bit thrown off if he read something like that addressed to Harry as well.
It had taken him a night or two to fully get over it. He thought about Draco’s safety, but also his anger for dark wizards continued to rear its ugly head as he tried to accept what Draco had to do sometimes.
But, for now, he was just happy that he was going to be seeing him later, and that they were okay. He shook his head of his thoughts, and returned to racking his brain, trying to find something that would help him with this house.
…
Harry ended up leaving work later than he anticipated and even more frustrated than he was when he started. It was driving him insane, looking over the same file, and same bit of evidence, and coming to absolutely no valuable conclusion.
He grit his teeth as he made his way to his floo, making sure he had everything before going home.
When he got home he strolled into his kitchen and almost jumped out of his skin. "Merlin Draco! You nearly gave me a heart attack." Harry said, with his jaw clenched as he clutched his chest.
Draco turned around and laughed happily, striding over to him and kissing him. He wrapped his arms tightly around his waist.
Harry’s anger melted. His hands came up to grip Draco’s chin and deepened the kiss. He let out a soft moan as Draco found his tongue, and he tasted him fully. He tasted sweet, and salty.
Draco lowered his grip and squeezed his arse. Harry groaned, suddenly feeling his cock twitch and his arousal building.
Draco pulled away, returning to his place at the counter, making Harry gasp, his lips feeling bare.
Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. It was then he noticed the smell.
"Are you.. cooking?" Harry asked, gobsmacked.
Draco scoffed. "Don’t act so bloody shocked, or it’ll never happen again."
Harry breathed out a laugh and walked up behind Draco, hugging him from behind. He placed a kiss on the nape of his neck. "No please, I could get used to this."
Draco huffed, and moved out of Harry’s grasp, walking to the fridge to fish out a jar of tomato sauce.
Harry looked at the stove. A large circular pan sat with dough kneaded over it. "You’re making pizza?" asked Harry.
Draco smiled. "Homemade pizza." And placed a kissed on Harry’s lips.
Harry laughed. "What’s homemade about it?"
Draco smirked. "I’m making it. In your home."
"How Italian of you." Harry shook his head happily.
"Indeed." He turned his attention to the sauce.
Harry noticed Wulf eating quietly in the corner. "And you’re in the same room as Wulf? Did you feed him?"
"Yes, to shut him up. He wouldn’t stop meowing."
Harry pulled him to him, kissing him deeply. "You never cease to surprise me," he looked at him with an enticing grin, arousal hidden behind his gaze.
Draco’s eyes darkened. "I’m happy to oblige," he said quietly, pressing his forehead against Harry’s. Harry’s breathing increased and he leaned forward, but Draco pulled away. "But, someone’s got to make dinner," said Draco, dramatically.
He rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. "Do you mind if I have a shower, then?" asked Harry.
"Not at all," said Draco with a smile and turned to place another kiss to Harry’s lips. "This will be ready in 20." Harry nodded and gave him a kiss before going to wash the day away.
When Harry came back all clean, with wet hair and comfy clothes, they ate peacefully. Harry had to admit he quite enjoyed Draco’s cooking.
"Oh, Harry, I forgot to tell you." Draco spoke, when they were done eating. He took something out of his pocket and placed it on the table. "This is the contraception potion."
Harry gaped at him. "You actually made that?"
Draco laughed, "Yes, I told you I would."
"You didn’t have to."
"I wanted to." He countered.
"Can I pay you?"
"Absolutely not. Harry I keep telling you, I’m-"
"Quite rich, I know." He laughed.
"Ah, so we’re already at the finishing each other’s sentences part of this relationship?" said Draco sarcastically.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Hardly."
"Next up, I’ll barely be able to tolerate you within a five foot radius."
"Har Har." Harry scoffed.
Draco laughed. "I’m only joking," he got up, taking his dish and Harry’s into his hand and placed a kiss on Harry’s cheek.
He walked over to the sink and enchanted it to do the dishes.
"Cleaning up too? Who are you and what did you do with my boyfriend?"
Draco just laughed. "Harry, shut up."
Harry laughed too.
...
Draco was sitting on the sofa and Harry’s head was on his lap. Draco was tucking Harry’s stubborn raven strands of hair behind his ear, and stroking it gently. Harry loved the feeling of Draco’s fingertips against his skin. His touch made him feel comfortable and safe.
"Do you want to watch a movie?" Draco asked softly, moving his graze over to Harry's cheekbone.
Harry smiled at him, adjusting his position so that he laid on his back. "We could. Did you have any in mind?"
Draco shrugged lightly. "Not particularly. I do want to cuddle with you though," said Draco with a bit of a blush crawling onto his cheeks.
Harry’s smile grew wider. He reached his arm up and rubbed his thumb gently against Draco’s jaw. "I’d love to watch a movie with you."
Draco gave him a wide grin.
…
They were settled on the couch together. Harry sat against the arm of the sofa with an attractive blond coiled between his legs, his front pressed against Harry’s stomach, and his head lying on Harry’s chest.
Draco had his arms wrapped around Harry and was looking at the telly. Harry found it awfully adorable, how Draco practically climbed and entwined his way into his lap. Draco picked the movie, Harry had honestly forgotten what it was called, his mind was elsewhere.
Someone had just gotten shot at when Draco moved so he rested his chin on Harry’s chest, looking up at him. "Harry?"
Harry couldn’t help but smile. "Yes Draco?"
"You seem tense."
Harry raised an eyebrow at him. "I’m quite comfortable actually."
Draco paused for a moment. "Is it work?"
Harry sighed. Draco knew him too well. "Yes."
"Tell me about it," said Draco, moving his hands to rest underneath his chin.
Harry licked his lips, his gaze falling to the corner of the room. "It’s been stressing me out, I don’t want to get worked up again."
Draco frowned at him. "But you are stressed. Right now. I can feel it."
"How?" Asked Harry with a suspicious smile.
"Because I’m good at reading you."
Harry rolled his eyes in a playful way. "You’re good at reading whoever you want."
"No, that’s not it." Then Draco scoffed, "And Harry I’m honestly not that good at it. I really need to concentrate or want to. I can promise you that I cannot read your thoughts. I was only able to during the game because that’s what you were solely focused on and I was really trying."
Harry chuckled. "Well that’s a bit reassuring." Harry ran a thumb over Draco’s forehead, moving his hair out of his face.
Draco smiled. "You can talk to me about it Harry. About anything." Draco said, making Harry’s heart melt.
"Thank you, that means a lot."
Draco leaned forward a bit and gave him a loving kiss. "So, tell me about it." Draco hummed as he settled back cozily into Harry’s chest.
Harry scoffed. "It’s maddening Draco. It’s a dead end." Draco stared at him expecting him to continue. "People have gone missing. And there’s no indication of where they could’ve gone or how they went.
"I’ve reviewed the file of information more times than I can count and each time we’ve gone back to the house, we’ve returned with nothing." Harry let out a deep sigh. He felt his heart race increase just slightly.
"It’s just.. I went to see that house, about a month ago, and it was practically fine. I had wanted to do a follow up with some other aurors and I marked it as suspicious, because well, it was. But, I-I kinda forgot about it? I don’t know. I was.. distracted." Harry didn’t want to admit that it was Draco he was distracted by. He was too busy running around falling for him instead of focusing on work.
"I’m sorry Harry. You can’t blame yourself, though. If something dark is going on, you can almost bet it was premeditated, and even if you did keep up with it, you may not have been able to do anything about it."
Harry was grateful for his reply. "I hope you’re right."
"I’m always right."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Anyways, continue," Draco pressed.
Harry let out a short breath through his nose. "Alright." Harry licked his lips, looking away as he tried to figure out how to word this. "Well there’s only two rooms that have furniture, the living room, and one of the bedrooms. When originally it was furnished like any other house. It’s as if the house was swept clean. They ‘left’ some stuff behind. We suspect they placed them there, whoever they is. The only thing we found that might actually pertain to what happened was some weird sludge."
Draco pursed his lips, looking down at Harry’s chest in thought. "That’s rather frustrating." Harry let out a soft chuckle. "And you guys have no idea what this stuff is?"
Harry shook his head slowly. "Not a clue. I don’t know why it’s got me so worked up, but Kingsley’s nervous and that makes me nervous. I don’t want to think that this could get as messy as it can because I don’t fancy dealing with another uprising."
"I doubt it’s something like that. Who knows? Maybe, they accidentally vanished themselves."
"It’s definitely possible. Almost everything’s possible unfortunately, which is why I’ve been going absolutely mental." Harry absentmindedly fondled the cushions in his hands as he grew to be more antsy. "There’s just nothing to go on. How in Merlin’s name are we supposed figure out what’s happened? What if they’re hurt? I can’t possibly help them until we either figure out what the goop is. Or we’re going to have to start tearing the house apart, literally, looking for clues."
Draco nodded biting his lip.
Harry closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, he felt Draco shift a bit. He leaned his head against the arm of the sofa, looking at the ceiling. He felt Draco’s grip move to Harry’s sides. "I’ve been leaving work angry. Everyday. I always manage to calm down, but really I just want to find something you know?"
Harry looked down at Draco, who was now hovering over his abdomen. The blond nodded with a slight "Mhm," and placed two, soft kisses, on his stomach. "Keep going."
Harry leaned his head back against the sofa again. "It’s quite infuriating actually. It reminds me of when I was younger. I was running around trying to figure out what the bloody hell was going on." Draco resumed kissing him, all down his stomach. "I just hate not knowing. I like getting things done, not letting them sit."
Draco snorted with a laugh. "Yes, you do, that is very true."
Harry let out a breathy chuckle, and dropped his head to the side. Draco’s grip moved lower, to right above Harry’s arse, and Harry drew in a deep breath before continuing. "I’ve probably kicked my desk more time than I can count. Oh, and don’t get me started on Nott and Ron when we’re at work." Draco looked up at him. "I know Nott's your mate, but at work, we don’t get on. We always seems to have opposite ways of going about things. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great auror, it’s just I’m more worked up about this case than any other we’ve been on together. Although he’s been better since he’s known about you though, his quips are more.. lighthearted."
Draco laughed. "Yes, well Theo is the mischievous type. He likes laughs, but he’s also kind of bent in his ways."
Harry nodded, agreeing. "And Ron, well I love Ron and he’s a great auror. Actually, well.." Harry bit his lip. "I can’t really blame him for how’s he’s been acting recently. He’s had a rough month."
Draco nodded, he pursed his lips. "Why’s that?"
"Um, well you know how I told you he’s been having ’trouble’ with Hermione?"
"Yeah."
"They’ve just been.. going through something."
"Would this something have anything to do with the friend I made that potion for?"
Harry bit his lip, he didn’t want to outright tell Draco his friend’s problems because they weren’t his to tell. "Erm.. maybe. It’s.. complicated."
"I see," said Draco. "Well, friends of yours are friends of mine, even if we don’t get on initially. I hope you will respect my friends the same way."
Harry looked at him and smiled. "I will. Nott’s a work in progress, just as I suspect Ron will be. Hermione will be fine with it, I’m sure of it."
Draco nodded.
"Speaking of Ron and Hermione, I want to have them round for dinner next week, and tell them about you. I want you to be there, obviously."
Draco smiled. "Alright."
"Hermione’s birthday is this weekend. She’s having people over Saturday night and told me I can bring you, but that’s a lot of people who don’t even know I have a boyfriend yet. I hope you’ll forgive that I’m not ready for that yet."
Draco smiled and moved back up Harry’s chest to kiss him. "It’s alright Harry we can take everything one step at a time. I just want to be with you. The cards will fall into place as we’re dealt them."
Harry smiled back pulling him into a kiss. "You’re right."
They paused for a moment, just staring into each other’s eyes.
Draco kissed Harry, deeply, but without tongue. "You’re still stressed?"
Harry let out a breath through his nose and smiled. "Yes, Draco, unfortunately I am. There’s just a lot on my mind."
"Did talking about it help?"
"A bit yeah."
"So keep talking about it, tell me what’s on your mind," said Draco with a smile.
"What about the movie?"
"The movie is boring. You’re much more interesting." He smiled coyly up at Harry. "You need to let it out. I’m here for that. I’m here to listen to you."
Harry’s heart melted a bit. "Alright. To be truthful I’m also a bit stressed about Ron. I don’t think he’ll be as angry as your father was, but I don’t know how he’s going to take it."
Draco nodded.
Harry continued to rant about his situations. He was grateful he had Draco to talk to. He hadn’t realized it, but he might’ve actually been lonely? before they started hooking up. He didn’t feel it at the time, but looking back, he hadn’t really had someone to confide to.
Draco started to move down Harry’s abdomen, gripping his sides tightly and pressed a kiss against his clothed bellybutton.
Harry was feeling frustrated all over again and now Draco was getting distracted. "Draco." Harry said a bit shortly.
Draco looked up at him with roguish, teasing eyes. "Yes?"
"You’re not listening."
"Yes I am." He said with an alluring smile and placed a kiss to his navel. "You just said you also feel awful because you haven’t been there for Hermione as much as you should’ve been." He bit his lip with a victorious grin.
Bloody hell. He had been listening. Harry frowned.
"Harry, don’t worry. Your friends are going to understand. Everyone goes through tough and stressful times," said Draco looking up at him.
Harry nodded, continuing, and only a few moments later Draco began to kiss down his stomach again. He got lower and lower and Harry started faltering. He stopped talking with his lips parted slightly as Draco kissed over Harry’s groin. His gaze followed his lips tracing over his sensitive area, feeling the blood rush south.
"Don’t stop on my account." Draco smirked up at him.
Harry resisted the urge to lick his lips. His frustration turned to lust as he stared into his partner’s grey eyes.
"Um, right. Well-" Draco slowly moved his grip to Harry’s arse and squeezed slightly. Harry let out a breath.
Draco gave him an evil smile. "Continue, please."
Harry tightened his fists onto his throw pillow closing his eyes. "Draco," breathed Harry through gritted teeth.
Draco moved Harry’s shirt up with his nose and placed a kiss on his bare skin. "What?" whispered Draco, his lips brushing over his abdomen.
Harry was breathing heavy now, and his heart rate increased. He stared into Draco’s eyes whose gaze held a concupiscent shimmer towards Harry.
"Draco," Harry repeated, even more breathy and desperate.
Draco moved lower and hummed against his groin, making Harry gasp out in silent pleasure. "Aren’t you going to finish telling me about what’s on your mind?"
Harry bit his lip. Draco had that carnal look in his eyes and it made Harry long for him. He shook his head. "You’re teasing me." Harry lowered his hips ever so slightly, pushing his groin against Draco’s collarbone.
"I’m not teasing you, I’m taking your stress away."
Harry groaned and leaned his head against the couch. "Draco please," begged Harry.
"Talk to me," he said, placing a kiss to Harry’s groin again.
Harry gasped again. "Fuck baby.." He bit his lip, staring down at his wicked boyfriend. "Put my cock in your mouth."
Draco gave him an evil grin.
"Baby, please. I can’t take the teasing tonight." Harry breathed out, he suddenly felt extremely turned on. Draco gripped his arse again. "Oh gods, please Draco, please make me come."
Draco moaned loudly, his jaw dropping as his pupils dilated. His deft fingers worked to untie his sweats and pull them off of Harry, following suit with his briefs. Harry’s cock sprung free, already at full hardness. Draco moaned and took Harry’s large member into his mouth, lapping up his precum with his tongue and coating his entire cock with it.
"Fuck! Yes Draco, oh fuck yes!" His mouth felt euphoric. His tongue wet and warm and tasting him in all the right ways.
Draco moaned around Harry’s cock. He pulled away and licked a fat stripe from the base to the top, tonguing his frenulum and making Harry shudder.
"Draco! Oh fuck yes your mouth feels so good," cried Harry. He was feeling vocal tonight. He moaned and moaned, feeling Draco’s tongue on his cock. "Yes baby, oh fuck yes!"
Draco moaned so loudly. "Harry," he breathed out. "You’re so fucking hot Harry, your cock tastes so fucking good."
Harry threw his head back against the couch with a strangled groan. "Fuck baby, please suck me, make me come Draco. Make me come then kiss me so I taste myself on your tongue."
Draco let out a wanton moan. "Fuck Harry!" He threw his mouth onto Harry’s cock and sucked hard, taking it all the way to the back of his throat.
Harry screamed out as he felt Draco’s deep throat him. He pushed his cock further down into Draco and he swallowed around his head making him mewl. "Draco, oh fuck Draco!" he moaned out.
Harry gripped his shirt tightly, pulling at it as leverage as Draco fucked his throat with Harry’s cock on his own.
Draco wasn’t wrong, all of his stresses had disappeared at that moment. He just existed with Draco’s warm mouth over his cock, tormenting him in the best way and threatening to drive him over the edge. Harry started squirming. One of Draco’s hands came to hold down his hip, simultaneously pressing down in his favourite hot spot which elicited an obscene moan from Harry. Harry tried to rut his cock into Draco against his grip, but Draco had a good hold on him.
Draco swallowed around him again and Harry almost came. "Draco! Fuck, Draco I’m close!"
Draco groaned over Harry’s cock sending vibrations up through Harry’s spine and making him shiver. Draco took his other hand up and cupped his bollocks before rising off of Harry’s cock and licking the soft sacs. He took them into his mouth and suckled them gently making Harry squirm even more. He was overwhelmed with pleasure and his hands flew to Draco’s hair and he tugged at the silky strands. Draco moved back to his cock, licking it and then taking it into his mouth again.
He moved his hands and watched Draco; watched his lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing prick, moving up and down and squeezing tightly. His tongue worked wonders hidden beneath his cheeks pulled tight in suction. Everything he was doing just felt so good.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the beautiful sight, he was panting. Draco’s eyes were closed in concentration as he bobbed over Harry’s erection. His hair stuck to a slightly sweaty forehead which fell out of place every time he jerked upward. He looked so fucking perfect and Harry was awed once again as he realized that Draco was his. His feelings for the blond man were developing quickly and he was falling hard and head first.
Draco deep throated Harry again making him cry out and Draco moaned around his cock. "C-Can’t get enough.. of your cock.. So fucking perfect." Draco breathed and licked another stripe up his member.
Harry bit his lip and threw his head against the sofa, screwing his eyes shut in pleasure. "Draco! Oh fuck Draco that feels so good, everything about you is just so good."
Draco moaned as he engulfed Harry’s cock once more. Harry felt himself nearing the edge. He thrusted his cock up into Draco’s throat making him gag. Harry moaned loudly, as he always did on the rare occasion Draco choked on his cock. He grabbed his hair tight in his fist and fucked his face roughly. Draco groaned, grabbing his hips and timing his jaw with Harry’s thrusts.
Harry couldn’t think straight. His eyes were screwed shut as his boyfriend’s mouth engulfed him entirely. Harry bit his lip, his cheeks felt hot and he was breathing heavily. "Draco! Oh fuck Draco I’m gonna come, don’t stop, please don’t- fuck! FUCK!" Harry screamed. Draco swallowed around him and Harry came hard down his throat. "Draco!" Harry moaned. He felt pleasure overwhelm him, he twitched and thrashed slightly as Draco groaned around Harry’s cock, continuing to suck him as Harry’s orgasm subsided.
Harry groaned and Draco was off of his cock quickly, lying over him and kissing him hard. He thrusted his tongue into Harry’s mouth immediately and Harry tasted himself, moaning at the sensuality of it.
He grabbed Draco’s hips tightly, pulling him flush against him and feeling Draco’s hard prick against his thigh. He moaned, snaking his hand between their, unfortunately still clothed, bodies and palmed Draco’s cock through his sweats. He was rock hard.
Harry gasped into Draco’s lips, speeding up his groping, making Draco pull away in a groan.
Harry slipped his hand into Draco’s pants and wrapped his hand around his warm, velvety prick, jerking up and down. Draco fell against him, moaning. "Suck on my neck baby," Draco breathed into Harry’s ear.
Harry moaned and kissed up and down his neck before biting roughly, making Draco groan. He licked the now overly sensitive area and then sucked gently, then harder.
Draco whimpered. He starting bucking his hips more roughly against Harry’s hand and thigh. "You’re so fucking sexy Draco. Everything about you," groaned Harry.
Draco moaned. "Harry, fuck Harry, I’m so close."
Harry silently gasped against his neck. He jerked his cock faster and Draco rutted his hips in time with his hand. "Oh FUCK! Harry, oh gods, fuck, I’m gonna fucking come!"
Harry moaned and latched his lips onto Draco’s neck again sucking hard, simultaneously speeding up his hand even more.
He felt Draco tense up. He let out a wanton moan in Harry’s ear. "HARRY! Fuck, oh fuck! Gods, fuck yes!"
Harry moaned. He felt Draco’s come spurt over his hand and it rubbed between it and Draco’s pelvis. When Draco stopped coming and his twitches subsided Harry took his hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers, tasting all of Draco’s seed and swallowing every last drop.
Draco moaned again and kissed Harry. "You fucking minx."
Harry smiled against his lips and kissed him again. Draco quickly deepened it and before long was grinding against Harry again, moaning.
"Draco," breathed Harry as he felt himself becoming turned on again.
Draco groaned and kissed Harry’s neck. Harry stretched into the kiss, feeling his cock grow hard again. "Mmm, Harry," Draco whimpered. "Let’s go to your room."
Harry bit his lip. "Baby, I have work tomorrow."
Draco whined. "Harry please, I want you to fuck me."
Harry moaned as Draco cupped his erection. "Draco." Harry warned, but sounded breathy enough that Draco smirked down at him.
Draco manuevered his way to Harry’s ear. "I know you want your cock inside me." Draco’s hand slipped down to grip Harry’s hardening cock.
Harry whimpered. He started bucking his hips against his will. Draco took Harry’s lobe into his mouth and sucked. Harry gripped the cushions tightly. "Baby please!"
"Please what? Kiss you? Tease you?" Draco leaned closer. "Finger you?" He said slow and sensually. Harry moaned. Draco moved his hand to grip Harry’s chin tightly, keeping Harry’s gaze on his.
Harry’s mouth hung open slightly. He looked into Draco’s lustuous gaze and had to fight the urge to scream for him to put his hand back on his cock. Draco’s hand moved to his throat, choking him lightly.
Harry groaned. "Fuck.." He was battling the intense desire to give in. He did have work tomorrow, but it was a Friday, so..
"Fuck you?" breathed Draco. Harry felt him smirk against his cheek. Harry's breath hitched and he felt his heart rate increase. He moaned against his will, bucking his hips against Draco’s thigh.
Draco pulled away slowly, looking at Harry with slightly raised eyebrows and a surprised gleam in his eye. Harry moaned and pulled him down to kiss him. He still wasn’t ready for that, but fuck, if it wasn’t a huge turn on. He’s thought about Draco fucking him since they started hooking up. He wanted to feel Draco inside him, he really did, but he needed to take baby steps. He was already giving a lot of himself when he became Draco’s boyfriend. He still had trust issues, and he wanted to build their relationship before he gave all of himself to him.
"Not yet, but don’t tempt me," whispered Harry against Draco’s lips. Draco moaned.
"Fuck Harry.." Draco said quietly, pulling away and gazing lovingly into Harry’s eyes. "You’re so amazing."
Harry bit his lip, feeling a blush crawl onto his cheeks. "You’re more amazing," he smiled up at his adorable boyfriend. They laid there for a few moments, just staring into each others eyes.
Draco licked his lips. "Can we go to your bedroom now?" asked Draco, softly.
Harry let out a breathy chuckle, he looked into Draco’s sparkling grey eyes, adorned with lust. "When I’m cranky tomorrow, I don’t want to hear a single complaint from you."
Draco laughed and kissed him. "I won’t be complaining, my mouth will be busy doing other things."
Harry whimpered, his arousal coming back at full force. "Fuck baby," he moved his hand to Draco’s ribcage and pushed lightly, signaling him to get off. "Come on."
Draco happily obliged and stood up, pulling Harry up by the hand and yanking him though his flat and into his bedroom.

Harry was sitting on the sofa, flipping through channels on the telly. It was finally the weekend. He suddenly felt hands from behind graze over his bare chest, and soft, warm lips press against the side of his neck.
The lips sucked gently, and those hands found his nipple, pinching lightly and rolling it between two fingers.
"Mm," sighed Harry, lazily.
"Good morning sleepy-head," whispered Draco against his ear. He placed small, tender kisses down his neck.
Harry’s grip on the remote tightened. He leaned his head back towards Draco, who moved his kisses to Harry's Adams apple at the newfound access. Harry let out a quiet moan. "Good morning, what are you doing up so early?"
"I felt your absence," said Draco with a slight chuckle.
Harry smiled and reached up a hand behind him, caressing Draco’s cheek. He angled his head so he could better reach Draco and tugged him into a kiss.
Draco let out a sigh of pleasure. He climbed over the back of the sofa, and then maneuvered himself into Harry’s lap, pulling Harry back into a kiss once he was firmly planted over Harry’s hardening erection.
Harry moaned, exploring the depths of Draco’s mouth with his tongue and tasting the different flavours that made up his boyfriend. Draco’s hands slowly moved from his face, to his neck, then pressed firmly over his chest, feeling Harry’s breathing increase along with his heart rate. Draco lightly dragged his nails over Harry’s skin, and made his way down to trace Harry’s chiseled abs with one hand, and pinching Harry’s nipple with the other, groaning into Harry’s mouth as he felt Harry’s breath hitch.
Harry was getting harder. "D-Draco.." breathed Harry, breaking their deep, sensual kiss. Draco moaned and brought his lips to Harry’s jawline, placing small, wet kisses along it.
Hands found tight, thin hips and gripped them tightly. Harry bent his neck so Draco would kiss down the exposed flesh. He did, with every tantalizing peck stoking a very hungry fire.
Harry started to grind against the blond slowly. He brought one hand to the small of Draco’s back, gently stroking up his spine, feeling every prominent knob and pressing gently, massaging around it and making Draco groan.
Draco’s skin was so smooth. Harry felt his muscles under his skin and rubbed against them. Draco moaned in pleasure, halting his kisses and sitting deeper in Harry’s lap, leaning against his strong touch.
Harry brought his other hand up his back and began massaging Draco. Draco bit his lips, his eyes fluttering shut as he melted under Harry’s touch. Harry worked his fingers into any knots Draco had. His hands kneaded Draco’s skin and Draco moaned desperately, "H-Harry.."
Harry leaned forward and kissed his exposed neck, licking lightly, all while continuing to rub Draco’s back. Draco started to rut against Harry’s cock, which was achingly hard now, and let out a groan.
Harry’s teeth sunk into his own bottom lip, then they sunk into Draco’s flesh making him cry out. Harry moaned against his neck and moved his hands down to Draco’s arse, pulling him closer.
Harry sucked on his skin, and he felt goosebumps along Draco’s flesh. Harry ran circles with his tongue, tasting Draco.
Draco pulled Harry into a needy kiss, moaning immediately as he found Harry’s tongue. Harry responded with ardour, kissing him deeply and fully. He felt the need in his groin growing. He let out a moan as Draco continued grinding over him. Draco growled.
"Harry, take me right now," breathed Draco, urgently.
Harry moaned and he kissed Draco, his hands gripping his arse tightly as he lifted Draco and maneuvered them both so Draco was laying against the sofa, with Harry over him.
Draco wrapped long legs around Harry’s muscular waist. Harry kissed him fully. "You want me?" he teased.
Draco moaned loudly, nodding his head vigorously.
"Get on your hands and knees." Harry commanded, staring down into grey eyes turned dark with lust. Draco moaned again, frantically scrambling to switch his position. Harry licked his lips, eager with need.
When Draco settled comfortably, Harry placed a kiss on his lower back, pressing his lips against his back dimples and up his spine. Harry’s fingers pressed against Draco’s favourite hotspots and Draco started whimpering.
Harry leaned over him, so his chest was pressed against his back. "Do you want me to take you like this? Pounding into you from behind?" Harry panted against his ear.
Draco moaned, throwing his head forward onto the sofa, then brought his head back up slowly, and nodded. "Yes Harry, I want you to fuck me from behind. Fuck me hard baby.." he said.
It was Harry’s turn to moan. He rubbed his clothed cock against Draco’s pyjama clad arse. Draco pushed against him. "I want to make you come Draco, I want to hear you screaming my name."
Draco whimpered. "Harry! Harry please!"
"Look at me," demanded Harry.
Draco looked over his shoulder, Harry’s lips immediately found his. Moans filled the air. Harry’s hand snaked up his back and into his hair, lacing his fingers though the blond locks.
Harry’s other hand found the band of Draco’s, well Harry’s, pyjamas, and he started to tug them down as he moaned into Draco’s mouth. Harry rubbed his cock against his arse.
He had barely moved his pyjamas an inch when Harry heard the floo.
"Harry! Fuck Harry, Hermione’s-"
Harry shot up, Draco following suit. His green eyes met shocked blue ones, as his best mate emerged from green flames, in the middle of what seemed like a panic attack.
Ron’s mouth fell open ever so slightly. He looked back and forth between Harry and Draco. "H-Harry?"
Harry stumbled getting off the sofa. "Ron-"
"You’re with him?" asked Ron quietly, but his voice a few notches higher than normal.
Draco stood, biting his lip and adjusting himself, subtly, but Ron’s gaze fell to Draco’s very obvious erection, then found Harry’s.
"Ron, I-"
"You’re with Malfoy?" His tone changed to angry. His face flushed a deep red and he clenched his fingers into fists at his sides.
Harry felt his heart thundering in his chest. "Ron, he’s changed, he-"
"Oh, he’s bloody changed?"
"Ron, please." Harry walked towards him with his hands up in a calming manner. "Please let me explain."
Ron backed away from him. "Explain what? How you’re with the man who bloody well liked to have killed you less than five years ago?"
"I never wanted to kill Harry." Draco chimed in, defending himself.
"Oh yeah?" asked Ron in a condescending manner. "I find that quite hard to believe."
"Ron, please. Can I talk to you in private?"
"No." Harry’s heart started to beat even faster in his chest. He should’ve told Ron alone. He’s had every chance to. "Anything you have to say to me can be said in front of the ferret." Ron grimaced.
Draco snickered. "You know ferrets and weasels are in the same family. I guess that makes us brothers." He cocked his head at him with a smug grin.
"You bastard." Ron advanced on Draco. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
Draco crossed his arms across his chest, unbothered. Ron stood tall in front of him. Draco was just barely shorter than him, but looked significantly slimmer. He smirked as Ron became more flushed with anger from his silence.
Harry rushed to come between them, pushing the pair away from each other.
"Ron, please."
Ron pushed Harry’s arms off of him, keeping his body facing Draco, he shifted only his head to face Harry. "What the hell are you on? Dating him?"
"If you would just let me-"
"I think Harry has every right to see whoever he pleases. He sure doesn’t need your advice." Draco blurted out, his face still as stone.
"And what’s that supposed to mean?" Ron looked back to the man less than an arms reach away from him.
Draco exhaled sharply. "Look, Weasley, I know you and I never got on. I was a prat-"
"You were more than a fucking prat," Ron spat distastefully.
"Ron!" Harry shouted, as Draco gave a look of absolute reproach and disgust.
"I thought maybe, you’d be a bit more civil now that we’ve grown, but I can see you haven’t changed at all."
Ron narrowed his eyes at Draco. Harry saw his lip twitch barely a moment before he realized what was about to happen. He couldn’t move quick enough. Ron's fist connected with Draco’s jaw.
Draco staggered backward, gripping his chin and steadying himself.
"Ron!" Harry ran towards Ron to stop him, holding him back and pushing him away from Draco.
Draco slowly moved to stand straight, cocking his head and stretching his jaw while he rubbed it with his hand. He let out a laugh, it was almost hysterical. Ron pushed Harry out of the way and was up against Draco’s chest.
Draco bored into Ron’s eyes, his lips were pulled tight as he look at Ron with utmost disgust. "I’ll see you later Harry," said Draco shortly.
He pushed past Ron, intentionally banging into his shoulder as he walked to the floo. He erupted into flames so quickly Harry barely had time to blink, let alone process what he said.
Harry stood there. Gobsmacked. It took him a moment before he found his words. "What the bloody hell did you do that for?" exclaimed Harry.
"Me?" Ron looked at him bemused.
"Yes you! What the fuck?"
"Harry, are you fucking with me?" Ron threw his hands down in anger.
"Will you just stay here?" grumbled Harry as he stormed into the floo after Draco. He felt green flames disappear from around him and was in Draco’s living room.
"Draco!" Harry ran out and into Draco’s room. "Draco!" Harry called again, not getting an answer.
Harry ran out and down the hall.
"Draco! Please!"
Mimsie appeared at his feet. "Master Draco’s in his office sir."
"Which one?"
"Down the hall and to the left."
Harry sprinted down the hall and barged into Draco’s least favourite office. Draco was leaning against the arm of one of his armchairs, tossing something up and down in his hand with his head tilted towards the floor.
"Draco," said Harry walking towards his boyfriend.
Draco looked up at him and moved to stand. He leaned against the wall away from Harry, not saying anything.
"Draco please, I’m sorry I didn’t think he would react that way." He edged towards him cautiously.
"Oh, you mean like a child?"
Harry sighed. "Yes, exactly like a child." He looked at Draco with sad eyes. He moved so he was within arms reach of him. "Can I see your jaw?"
Draco scoffed and tried to move away. "It’s fine, he hits worst than Granger did in third year."
Harry moved towards him again grabbing his wrist to stop him, and brought him back in front of him. Draco fought against his grip. "Draco! Please."
Draco scowled and stopped resisting, slumping back against the wall and leaving his wrist in Harry’s hand.
Harry took his other hand up to Draco’s chin and turned it lightly so he could see the side of his jaw. There was already a bruise forming. Harry frowned.
"Draco," breathed Harry. Draco looked at him, his jaw was tight in obvious anger. Harry moved his hand from his chin gently to caress his neck. Draco’s piercing gaze bore a hole into Harry’s. "Can I kiss you?" Harry asked quietly. As Draco’s expression softened, Harry leaned his forehead against Draco’s.
Draco slowly nodded and Harry edged towards him, taking his time to press his lips against Draco’s. He felt Draco’s soft breath from his nose against his upper lip, and closed the minuscule distance between him and his boyfriend. They kissed for a moment. A moment that erased every event that just happened. Harry gripped Draco’s waist and kissed him deeper before pulling away.
"Draco I’m sorry-"
"You came after me," stated Draco a bit breathy.
Harry shook his head, slightly confused. "Well of course I came after you, why wouldn’t I?"
"I don’t know, what about Ron?"
"Told him to stay there," said Harry. Draco looked down at his feet. "Draco, you’re my boyfriend." Harry said, raising his chin so he was looking at him. "I don’t care that Ron doesn’t like it. It won’t change anything."
Draco gave him a soft smile. "You’re quite the romantic."
Harry chuckled against him and leaned his forehead against Draco’s again. "I care about you. He shouldn’t have hit you, I’m so sorry he did."
Draco leaned forward and kissed him. "I’m more mad the bastard interrupted my dick appointment. Again."
Harry managed a laugh and his kissed him again. "You’ll get it."
Draco bit his lip, his expression changing to suggestive and he pulled Harry closer to him, kissing him deeply.
Harry pulled away, making Draco groan. "Let me go talk to him. Once I’m done I’ll come right back. Okay?"
Draco nodded and pulled Harry into another kiss. "You can apparate alone, by the way."
"You added me to the wards? But your father-"
"I don’t give a fuck about my father."
"Fuck Draco." Harry kissed him, hard. "I’ll see you soon." He looked into Draco’s eyes intently, who nodded.
Harry stepped back and apparated to his flat, into the living room.
Ron jumped with a yelp, then glared at Harry. "Seriously? What the bloody hell do you think you’re on?"
"Will you calm down?" Harry said, a bit loudly. He took a deep breath. "You overreacted."
"Overreacted? Are you pulling my leg?"
Harry stared at him.
"How the bloody hell would you expect me to react?"
"Oh, I don’t know maybe not punch my boyfriend in the face?"
"I’m well aware that he is your boyfriend, it’s the why I’m still stuck on."
Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Look, obviously I didn’t want you to find out this way-"
"Are you sure you wanted me to find out at all?"
"Will you let me speak?" Harry spoke through gritted teeth. Ron huffed and straightened his jumper. He looked up at Harry again, motioning him to continue. "I intended to have you and Hermione both meet him, sometime next week. I wanted to avoid this type of interaction."
"Yeah well I intended to never to speak to that prat ever again."
"Ron are you kidding me? I found someone I’m happy with."
"Malfoy? You’re happy with Malfoy?"
"Yes. I am actually. Very happy."
"Bloody hell," his voice was raised another few octaves as he ran his fingers through his hair and turned away from Harry, pacing. "You’re shagging Draco Malfoy?" He shuddered to himself and Harry felt like he had been the one punched in the face.
"You-You told me you would accept anyone who made me this happy." Harry croaked, his voice broken and quiet.
"Yes, well that was before I found out it was Malfoy."
Harry’s heart clenched in his chest, he felt tears threaten to push through his eyes, but blinked them back. "You told me you meant it."
"Well I take it back."
Another blow to the chest. A tear spilled down Harry’s cheek. "I care about him."
"And I care about you Harry." He walked towards him. "I can’t fathom how you’re with him. He’s not a good guy."
"Ron, he’s changed, he’s not like he was at Hogwarts."
"And how’s do you know it’s not all some act? Hm?"
"I’m sure Ron."
Ron closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I can’t be okay with this, not yet. Maybe not ever." He spoke flatly.
Another tear fell into Harry’s skin. "How can you say something like that?" Harry hadn’t been expecting Ron to react this badly.
Ron took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Harry," he opened his eyes and met Harry’s tearful gaze. "Look, I’m sorry that I said that, and maybe I shouldn’t have punched that ferret in the face, but Harry I wasn’t expecting it. It’s just.. the Malfoy’s have had it out for my family for years. It’s not so easy to forgive and forget."
Harry sniffled, feeling more tears seep into his cheeks.
Ron continued, "And I hate to tell you this Harry, but it honestly pisses me the fuck off. You should’ve told me it was Malfoy, from the beginning. Maybe then I would’ve been able to knock some sense into you."
Harry narrowed his eyes. He hadn’t had a fight with Ron in a while, and he couldn’t believe he was acting this way. "Can’t you just be happy for me? Maybe if you tried to get to know him you’d realize he’s not that bad. Honestly Ron, how is that fair to me?"
"Harry, I just can’t imagine someone like him changing."
"You’re wrong."
"I hope I am."
Harry’s heart was beating so fast in his chest. "Ron, please."
"I can’t Harry. Not yet."
"Ron," pleaded Harry.
"Hermione’s late." Ron blurted out.
Harry’s eyes widened in shock. "What?"
"She was supposed to get her period a few days ago."
"She’s- Do you think.. Is she pregnant?" Harry sputtered out.
Ron drew in a deep breath. "She wants to wait until after her birthday to take a test. Said it wouldn’t be the best birthday present."
"But Ron, her birthday is Monday."
"I know that."
"Wouldn’t it be best to find out sooner?"
"I said so."
"She’s going to be a wreck tonight."
Ron just nodded. Silence passed between them for a long moment.
"I have to go. I’ll see you later."
Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He nodded slowly.
He turned to floo, but stopped before he did. "I hope things work out. For both of us."
Before Harry could say anything he was gone. Harry stood there for a moment, trying to process what the bloody hell just happened. He broke down with tears streaming down his face. He sat there crying, alone, and that’s all he could ask for.
…
After an hour or two, Harry began to clean himself up, and got ready for Hermione’s birthday party. He showered and got dressed. He wore dark blue jeans and black trainers. He chose a creme jumper that he liked to wear to more special occasions and magically wrapped Hermione’s gift. He got her one of the books she had been asking for, and her favorite sweets from HoneyDukes. He looked to his dresser, at the potion the Draco concocted for her and Ron. He wasn’t sure if he should give it to her yet. For one, she didn’t know if she was pregnant or not, so it could be pointless, and for another Ron probably wouldn’t drink anything Draco made.
He decided to wrap it and shrunk her packages, stuffing them into his pocket. He still had a fair few hours before her party, so he decided to follow through on his promise and paid Draco a visit.
He apparated into his room.
Draco wasn’t in there unfortunately. Harry checked the bathroom, then the living room, and all three of Draco’s offices.
He made his way down to the kitchen, and then to his potions lab, but he wasn’t there either. He found it a bit odd that Mimsie hadn’t popped out to tell him where Draco was, as she usually did. Maybe she was sleeping.
He realized he forgot to check the library. He made his way back upstairs, walking through the first floor sitting room just to be thorough. He walked into the library and at first glance didn’t see him.
He walked behind one of the shelves and saw Draco, slumped in an armchair asleep, with a large book in his lap.
Harry smiled to himself. His boyfriend really was just too precious. He crept towards him, trying not to wake him just yet.
He was so cute. His breathing was so soft and his lips were parted ever so slightly. Harry almost didn’t want to wake him, but he knew the best way to. He knelt down in front of him, moving the book off of him, and slowly began undoing his trousers. Draco didn’t stir a bit and Harry smiled to himself.
He pulled down his briefs and fished his soft cock out, quickly engulfing it into his mouth. He sucked slowly, feeling his cock harden and Draco stir slightly. After a moment Draco let out a moan, his eyes were still closed and he shifted slightly. He was almost fully hard. Harry kept in a groan. He watched as Draco gripped the sides of the chair tightly and started to blink his eyes open, looking down at Harry.
Harry moaned as Draco’s mouth fell open in pleasure. He began sucking faster.
"H-Harry.." Draco croaked, his voice was husky with sleep and arousal. "Oh fuck baby that feels so good." Harry hummed over his cock and took him deeper. Draco moaned loudly and shifted so his cock went further into Harry’s throat.
Harry groaned and sucked harder, swallowing around his head. He noticed that at times he was either really good at deep throating, or not so good. This was one of the good times. He took Draco as deep as he could go, moving quickly and fucking his throat with Draco’s cock.
Draco was moaning incessantly, his nails dug into the armchair as he slumped further towards Harry. "Ohh, don’t stop!" He moaned out. Harry hummed in approval and sucked and sucked, feeling his rigid member press against his throat in the most perfect way.
"Harry! Mmm, fuck Harry.." Draco was whimpering now.
Harry knew he was close, and he wanted to make this orgasm intense, but it was difficult to do so in this position. He moved his arm to fondle under Draco’s bollocks, rubbing them lightly. He edged his hand down further to his perineum and began massaging it. It would be too difficult to finger him at this angle, so he’d have to tease his prostate from the outside.
He pressed deeply and sensually, making Draco cry out. Harry still had Draco deep in his throat, sucking and swallowing around his member. Draco started to shake, he was moaning obscenities and incoherent sounds. "Harry!" He screamed out. He couldn’t seem to stay in place, he pushed further towards Harry and Harry was moaning over his cock, he wanted to watch Draco’s face as he came undone from his ministrations.
He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to feel inside him. He grabbed Draco’s hips and pulled him so he was mostly on his back, with his arse slightly hanging off the chair and his legs draped over Harry’s shoulders. Harry pulled off of his cock and wandlessly vanished his trousers and briefs and conjured up lube in his fingers.
He took Draco deep in his throat again and swallowed hard, making Draco cry out. He slipped a lubed finger into his tight entrance and Draco screamed loudly. "Harry!" Harry felt around for the marble sized bundle of nerves in his arse and pressed deeply, massaging it. Draco thrust up into Harry’s throat, making him gag.
Harry looked up at him, his face was flushed red with arousal and his face was twisted in pure pleasure-filled agony as he raced towards his climax. Harry moaned. Draco’s eyes were hooded and filled with dire need, his mouth hung open slightly as he stared down at Harry, absolutely exhausted with the need to come.
Harry pressed against his prostate again and swallowed around his cock, holding Draco’s hip down so he couldn’t choke him as violently again.
"Harry! Oh fuck Harry, I’m gonna come! Sweet Merlin I’m-"
Harry thrust into his prostate again and felt ropes of come shoot against the back of his throat. Draco screamed out and Harry moaned. He watched Draco's mouth form a perfect ‘O’ and he moaned again. He started to gag, but kept sucking his cock and massaging his sweet spot as Draco rode out his high. Draco looked so hot, succumbing to the pleasure Harry brought him.
In fact, Harry never failed to be completely awed by the way Draco fully let go for Harry, coming in the most wanton way and always putting on the sexiest of displays.
Draco shuddered under Harry’s gasp, signaling his was done and Harry was now teasing his over stimulated cock. He removed his fingers from Draco’s and pulled off of his cock.
Draco slumped against the chair, breathing heavily with his eyes closed. He looked thoroughly exhausted.
After a few moments he opened his eyes and looked down at Harry. "Your mouth is so amazing."
Harry smiled up at him. "Why, thank you."
Draco’s chest was still heaving. "What was that for?"
"I can’t just suck you off whenever I please?" He smirked at him.
Draco groaned. "You’re a menace I tell you." Harry smiled widely and summoned Draco’s clothes, handing them to him. Draco frowned at him. "We’re done?"
Harry chuckled. "For now yes," he said kindly.
"No fair, I thought I was going to be shagged," whined Draco.
Harry felt his cock twitch, but ignored it. "Quit whinging, you’ll be okay."
Draco huffed. "No, I don’t think I will be."
Harry laughed. "Draco, please."
"But what about you?" He smiled suggestively and sat up so he could cup Harry’s cock.
Harry’s breath hitched. "I’ll be okay," said Harry with a laugh, covering his little hiccup.
Draco grumbled under his breath and moved to get dressed. When he was done he gave Harry a loving kiss. "You tease."
Harry just scoffed and took Draco by the hand, bringing him to the living room.
"So how did things go with.. him?" asked Draco, as if saying the word would give him a disease.
Harry sighed as they both took residence on the couch. Draco rested his hand on Harry’s thigh and Harry rested his hand over Draco’s, gripping it slightly. "Not well honestly. He’s being a bit of a dick."
"Really? I would never have thought that," said Draco, sarcastically.
Harry gave him a reproachful look. "Draco, I’m serious."
"Well so am I. There’s no reason he should’ve acted that way."
"To be fair, our first encounter was a fight. Sure we got physical in a different way, but it wouldn’t have happened if we weren’t arguing."
"Sexual tension is different than actual tension Harry."
"Draco, I’m aware of that. But, it wasn’t just you and Ron. It was your entire family who ridiculed his. It’s not fair for me to ask him to forgive you for that, especially when he’s never received an apology."
Draco pursed his lips, then looked at Harry. "I hate when you have a point."
Harry chuckled. "Sorry to disappoint." Draco leaned his head on Harry’s shoulder. "Either way, Ron definitely shouldn’t have punched you, and he even admitted that, but it will definitely take some time for him to adjust to this. You both may need to apologize to each other."
"I was going to say some sort of apology earlier before he interrupted me, and he had already called me a ferret." Draco sat up straight. "He’s the one who started with the name calling. I was fine at first."
Harry moved to sit up straight as well. "I know that, but there’s nothing we can do now."
Draco exhaled deeply. "I know. It’s just frustrating." He shifted so he was looking at Harry fully and took both of his hands in his. "I fancy you Harry, a lot. I still don’t understand how that happened either, because I used to loathe you, never mind that I thought you were attractive." Harry smiled at him, and Draco rolled his eyes. "It’s just.. I really care about you, and if your best mate reacted this way, how the hell is the entire wizarding world going to react?"
Harry sighed. "Don’t think about that, who cares what anybody else thinks."
"I do, I want to be able to have a relationship with you, where we can go out without having to worry about people judging us, or hexing us."
"We’ll have that Draco. I promise. Like you said, we’ll take the cards as they’re dealt. We got this." He squeezed his hands reassuringly.
Draco nodded and kissed him, deeply. He pulled away slightly and stared into gorgeous green eyes. He looked like he wanted to tell Harry something.
"What is it?" Harry asked softly.
Draco blushed slightly. "Nothing."
"Tell me."
"It’s nothing, really."
Harry nodded, getting the hint that he shouldn’t press any further. He gave Draco a kiss on the cheek and Draco cuddled into him, and they sat there for a while.

It was later on that evening and Harry was over Ron and Hermione’s. He was sitting at the table and talking to Luna, trying to lay low since Ron had been giving him sideways glances all night.
Harry felt bad. He knew Ron was upset with him, although he couldn’t help but be a bit upset with Ron as well.
Harry excused himself from the conversation and went to find Hermione.
"How’s it going?" asked Harry once he found her. She was sitting alone, most definitely hiding, in her bedroom, where most guests wouldn’t have gone.
She sighed. "I’m alright. Everyone keeps trying to get me to take a shot."
Harry took a seat next to her on the bed. "You think you really could be?"
"I don’t know, I wanted to put it off until after Monday, but I really should’ve gotten a test."
Harry nodded. "I can go get you one if you’d like."
She shook her head, "No it’s alright, thank you though." He rubbed her back, and she looked up at him. "How about you? How are you doing?"
Her eyes held a nervous look. "Ron told you?" She nodded slightly, and he looked down, sighing. "I’m okay now. But I don’t know what I’m going to do."
"I’m sorry he punched him. I’m surprised he was that angry."
Harry scoffed. "He definitely shouldn’t have, but I understand that he’s angry."
"You're actually dating Malfoy?" She asked, sincerity in her eyes.
Harry nodded slowly. "I really like him. I know it’s strange and in the beginning I was trying to figure everything out, but I fancy him, and I fall harder everyday.
"I know our past with Draco was.. less then enjoyable, but he’s changed Hermione. I wouldn’t be with him if he hadn’t."
Hermione nodded. "I trust your judgement Harry. Although Ron and I haven’t seen him in a few years. We’re protective of you, you have to understand that we’ll want to see for ourselves that he has, and that he treats you right." She rubbed Harry’s shoulder, comforting him.
"I understand that, and I’m thankful for that. Maybe I really am crazy, but it just feels right when we’re together. I’m not quite sure how else to explain it."
"Was he the guy who you had over the morning I came in banging on your door?" She asked with a smile.
Harry nodded, then laughed. "Yeah, that was him."
"You’ve been seeing him for that long?"
"Longer."
Her eyes widened in shock. "So it really is serious then?" Harry nodded again, biting his lip to hide his smile. "Well then Harry, I’m happy for you. And I would love to meet him. I’m sure I can talk some sense into Ron eventually." She smiled at him.
He returned it. "Thank you, that really means a lot."
She gave him a hug, a tight one, one that Harry really needed.
"Ron’s really mad."
"I know." She responded.
"What do I do?"
"Take it one step at a time."
Harry pressed his lips together and nodded. "I guess we both have to take things one step at a time."
She chuckled in agreement. "That we do."
"Now, you should get back to your party."
"I suppose so."
"Oh wait! Here’s your presents. I was going to wait until your actual birthday, but.." Harry fished her gifts out if his pocket, but left the potion. He resized them and handed them to her. "I figured you could use the cheering up."
Her eyes widened as she opened the first package. "Harry you didn’t! I’ve been asking for this for months!"
Harry laughed. "I know, I needed you to shut up about it."
Hermione pushed him lightly. "Shove off. I’ve been needing this."
"Only you would need a book about goblins and their past with humans."
"I’m still pursing S.P.E.W. I need to know about all creatures and their histories."
"Mhm," Harry hummed sarcastically.
She pushed him again. She opened the chocolates and fizzing whizzbees, and crystalized pineapple she loved so much. She gave Harry a hug and thanked him and they returned to the party.
So far the rest of the night had passed without incident. He noticed Ron would leave the room if Harry entered, not bothering to be nonchalant about it. It made Harry’s heart sink. He felt sick to his stomach.
He was having a chat with Neville, when he heard Seamus trying to get Hermione to take a shot.
"Come on ‘Mione, it’s your birthday! Take a shot!"
"No, really I’m not in the mood to drink." She said politely, but a bit out of breath, as if she was becoming anxious.
Seamus kept pushing. "‘Mione! ‘Mione! ‘Mione!" He got the entire room chanting her name and Harry stood up quickly, starting to walk towards her.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, it was Ron. He stopped him, giving him a blank look and moved in front of him without saying anything.
"Will you cut it out?" He bellowed towards Seamus, he had the same look in his eye he held towards Draco earlier this morning.
Seamus stumbled backward, a bit surprised. "Sorry mate, I just wanted her to have some fun."
"Ron, it’s alright," she pleaded with him, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him away from Seamus, but he shrugged her off.
"It’s not," growled Ron, through grit teeth.
Seamus seemed taken aback, as was everyone around them. "You alright mate?"
Ron’s face was bright red. He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him, making everyone jump.
Harry’s heart was racing. He was grateful that only their close friends were there, and that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had already left. Everyone there had seen Ron or Harry explode before. It was normal with the amount of pressure they were under, but snapping at each other was always different than snapping at someone else.
Harry thought about going after him, he barreled towards the door, but Hermione grabbed him by the arm. "Harry, no, you’ll just make it worse. He’s pissed." Harry bit his lip, not saying anything. "I’ll go talk to him. Try to calm everyone else down. He probably won’t come out for the rest of the night."
Harry nodded. He got everyone round and into a drinking game, assuring everyone that he had been stressed out about their job, and that they were dealing with a tough case.
When everyone was settled, they were laughing and had almost forgotten about what happened, except maybe Seamus, who had been a lot quieter since.
"Harry!" He heard Hermione calling from down the hall. "Harry come quick!"
Harry practically ran, scared of what he was going to find. He couldn’t find her. "Hermione?" He whispered, cautiously.
He felt a hand pull him into the bathroom. "Harry! I got it!"
"What?" Harry asked confused.
"My period. I’m not pregnant!" She exclaimed.
"Wait, what? When?"
"Just now." She threw her arms around his neck in a tight hug. "Oh, Harry. I’m so relieved."
Harry let out a breath. "That’s wonderful, thank Merlin."
She pulled away, smiling. Then it turned to a frown. "How the hell am I going to tell Ron?"
"What? He’ll be over the moon!"
"Will he? He wanted this."
"Yes, but he also didn’t."
"But, he really did. He’s been talking about how we’d change the second bedroom, and how we were split working to take care of one. He sounded worried, but deep down I knew he was more excited than anything else."
Harry’s face fell. "Hermione, it’s not like the two of you won’t have children. You will, once you’re married. It’s better this way."
"I know that, but he’s already worked up, this will either cheer him up, or make things worse."
"Honestly ‘Mione, I think this will lift a huge weight off his chest. He was so worried that if you got pregnant, that you would resent him. Now, that you’re not, you can both work out when to have a baby, together."
"You’re right. I’m going to go tell him, right now."
Harry smiled at her and pulled her into a hug. "Good luck. And make sure you have a drink, at least on your actual birthday."
She laughed and hugged him tighter. "Thanks Harry, I love you."
"I love you too, ‘Mione. Now go fix my best friend." He said with a laugh, pulling away.
She nodded and darted out of the bathroom. He hadn’t seen a smile on her face that wide in a long time. He smiled to himself, and went back to the party to enjoy with everyone else.
Harry didn’t hear any yelling, and took that as a good sign, especially when he saw Hermione emerge from the room a half hour later, looking thoroughly ruffled and snogged.
That made him remember her other gift. He thought he’d give her the potion on her actually birthday, now that she could use it.
He took a shot, with a smile on his face, raising the glass to her and catching her blush. He could only hope that Ron would come around, and for some reason, that Harry couldn’t figure out, he never lost hope.

Alright guys, I had to end it on a good note. Like I said, I had a lot more I wanted to be in this chapter, but alas I write too much (oops) and since this was late I wanted to get it out quickly. It was really hard to get this chapter out because I wanted to include so much and I’m worried it may have come out too fluffy, so please let me know any criticisms. Anyway we shall keep moving forward so I hope you’re still enjoying!! We’ve got more coming next chapter.

ANON (who I think is smile317 based on the way it’s written (and the emojis) but if not hi!) - I’m glad you liked it!! I promise you there will be more "I don’t know where to start thinking moments" bc you lot are never gonna guess what I have in store for you 🤪🤪 I originally didn’t like this chapter but it’s grown on me, so I hope you liked this one as well. Don’t worry about the yelling I won’t have them fighting often!! Draco and Harry are both head strong though, and since they’re made for each other they’re bound to go at it from time to time (and if this is smile Draco’s going to get his dick appointment next chapter and it’s going to be oh so good)
Nari-Chan - I hoped you liked this one too! Sorry I didn’t post those one shots yet, I’m a bit of a perfectionist and didn’t deem them worthy yet, but I’ll get them out soon I promise!!
BooBack - Hi!! I’m glad you liked the smut, it means a lot since I like yours too ;) (and sorry they were so long) can’t wait to catch up on your new chapters and I’m happy you loved the last ones, I hope you liked this one too! There’s a whole bunch of twists and turns coming so get ready!

Once again I’m sorry for being late, you won’t have to get used to it until I start school (I still have a month) and then I’ll probably update at least once every two weeks. I’ll try to get the next chapter out by Tuesday, but I’m scared to make promises 😅 goodbye for now, I hope you liked it!
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