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Title: Transformation of Spoiled Brat
Author: countess_hp
Beta: hambares
Prompt: Death Card
Wordcount: 3480
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Little bit of Angst, Little bit of Fluff, Oral, Anal, Dead!Ginny
Summary: Harry doubts that Draco changed. But along the way he finds that Draco is true and that he himself as changed.
Author’s Note Was written for the HD World cup on LJ, but I missed the deadline so I was disqualified.
Draco looked out on the garden. The leaves on the tress were burned and hanging by a thread, his mother’s once beautiful rose bushes were dead and lifeless. Draco sighed as he remembered the day his father put all of this on his shoulders.
~Flash Back~
“You are now the head of the house, son.”
The grey eyed boy looked at his father, the once proud Malfoy was just a shell of himself.
“But Father, I can‘t, I don’t know what to do.”
“Do not follow what I have done. Be your own man.” The guards were coming for him. “Son, don‘t be weak like I was.” Lucius kissed his son’s head before they took him away.
~Flash Back~
A tear slid from his eyes as he closed the curtains and turned from the window.
“I won‘t Father. I will be strong, I will be the man you were not.”
-=-=-=-=-
Harry downed another drink, it seemed harmless in the beginning: come to the pub every Wednesday and have a bourbon, then another and another till he didn’t even know his own name. Ron and Hermione came with him every once in a while, but tonight he was alone and he liked it that way. He liked to feel small in the world.
As he took another drink, a man sat down next to him. Looking over he knew exactly who it was.
“Malfoy, what are you doing here?”
“Well hello to you too, Potter. One white wine,” Draco said, turning to the bartender.
“Well aren‘t we just the aristocrat,” Harry said sarcastically.
“Well all Malfoys are,” Draco shrugged. “I should change, but I don‘t have the stomach for hard liquor.” Draco took a drink from his glass. “I came to apologize.”
“Apologize?” Harry barked out a laugh, “That is a laugh.” He called the bartender over and ordered a water.
“I mean it, Potter. I know I was an arse in school and I want the chance to apologize.” Harry just snorted.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Do something that will not help you one bit. Something that will help others.”
“Like what? A charity?”
“Yes, to help those rebuild what your father and the rest of the Death Eaters destroyed.” Draco winced at the malice in Harry voice.
“I understand.” Draco took another sip and put some money on the bar. “I will see you later, Potter.”
-=-=-=-=-
Harry woke with a bitch of a hangover. Staggering to the bathroom, he opened his medicine cabinet and downed a hangover potion. Standing up straight he noticed that he was almost out of the potion.
“Better have Dean make me more.” He murmered. After quickly showering and dressing, Harry got the post and started his coffee. Opening the front page of the paper, he almost swallowed his tongue.
Mr. Draco Malfoy, son of convicted death eater Lucius Malfoy,
gave a formal speech yesterday. Mr. Malfoy had started a charity in his
name for all the survivors. When asked why he said this, he responded,
“Some one close to me said once, ‘Be your own man,
do not be the man you were.’ I promised him I would be different
and here is my first step to not being my Father‘s son.” More
on page nine.
Harry just stood there and looked at the picture of Draco. Draco was waving and smiling to a crowd.
“The little bugger…” Before he could say more the door bell rang. He sat the paper down answered the door.
“Mr. Potter have you read about Mr. Draco Malfoy setting up a charity?” Harry squinted in the burst of sun light. When he his eyes adjusted his saw thirty or forty reporters.
”Mr. Potter?” Another asked. Clearing his thought he answered.
“Yes, I have.”
“And what do you think of it?” Another person asked, a short, stout woman with clothes that could make even Rita Seeker cringe.
“I think he is just trying to make people believe he has turned over a new leaf.”
“But he has given the amount of fifty thousand Galleons. Do you think he would have given that amount if he was not serious?”
“If he only gave ten thousand people would think him not serious. He needs us to make us believe him.”
“Do you think he is a Death Eater too?” The question had accrued to him time after time.
“No, I do not think so.”
A few hours later Hermione and Ron came over.
“Harry, he could be turning over a new leaf.” Ron snorted.
“Hermione, he is a Malfoy and a Slytherin; you can not trust him.”
“Your cousin was in Slytherin and did he turn out bad?”
“Well…no…” Hermione turned back to Harry.
“Give him a chance, maybe he is not the same Malfoy we knew in school. I mean, look.” She handed Harry a flyer. “He is holding a charity ball tomorrow, he came to my house and invited me personally, and not once did he said mud blood. He even shook my hand.” Harry read the flyer and sat it down. “Give him a chance, I think you will find him changed.”
“But what if he has not?”
“Stop being a pessimist.”
-=-=-=--=-
The ball was held at Draco’s home. He had spend two days getting the ballroom spotless. An hour before the ball the room shone like it once did. His mother would be proud of him.
He took a long time to get ready. He had chosen dark green robe with silver trim, but nothing extra, unlike his father he would not wear cuff links or carry a cane. He wasn’t going to show that was rich. He just wanted to be another one in the crowd.
When he came, down people were already arriving. The gnawing in his stomach subsided a bit. He had wondered if anyone would want to come. After an hour the party was in full swing and Draco had raised over twenty-six hundred Galleons. People were very civil and only the reporter that snuck in had questioned him and made him feel unwanted.
Draco went around to various people thanking them for coming. He saw Harry, Ron and Hermione come in. Excusing himself, he walked over to them.
“Thank you for coming,” He said smiling. “It means a lot.” Hermione hugged, him taking him by surprise. Ron turned a shade of red and Harry couldn’t help but laugh.
“Thank you for inviting us,” Hermione said, stepping back.
“Yes,” Harry said, butting him.
“Ooo food. Is that food? Come Ron lets go get some.” The brunette pulled her red head boyfriend away from the other two.
“I read what you said about me. And heard it over the wireless.” Harry stuck his hands in his pockets.
“Yeah about that.”
“You don‘t need to explain. I would have said the same things. We all have to look out for ourselves and those we love.” Harry nodded.
“Who said to you “to not be like him”?”
“My father, right before they took him back to prison. He didn‘t want me to end up like him.”
“I agree you never were good at being an arse hole.”
“And you were never good at being invincible.” Harry chuckled along with Draco.
“You really have changed.”
“Thanks, that means a lot coming from you.”
“Why? Because I am the boy-who-lived?”
“No, because you once hated me.”
“Once.”
As the evening wound down, he thanked all that had come. Harry was among the last to leave.
“Good work Draco,” he said giving him a thumbs up.
-=-=-=-=-
Draco leaned up, wiping his brow. The attic was dirty, dusty, and filled with junk. He already had two boxes of family heirlooms down in the lower part. Some he would save to pass on to his kids, but others that didn’t have any value to his family, he was sell and/or give to families.
He took another box down the stairs as a house elf came over with a letter.
“Thank you, Tippy,” he said, taking the letter. He still scared the house elves with his politeness. He opened the letter and saw an invitation from Harry. Harry was inviting him to the first anniversary celebration of the end of the war. Draco smiled and took it to his father’s old study. He sat down and wrote at an acceptance letter; then called his owl and have it delivered.
He went to his closet and looked through his clothes.
“Now what should I wear?”
-=-=-
Harry was pacing in front of his window when the tiny owl pecked at the window. He rushed over and opened the window.
“Hey little guy, what do you have for me.” He took the letter and gave the owl a treat that the he kept by they window for this sort occasion. The owl took it and flew off. Closing the window he tore the letter open.
Harry,
I would love to.
Draco
I was short but it made him smile.
“Lissa,” he called and heard a pop next to him.
“Yes, Master Harry?” The little house elf asked.
“Add Draco Malfoy to the dinner guest list, and make sure he is sitting by Hermione.” The house elf nodded and popped out of sight. He knew Hermione would help Draco, lest his Gryffindor friends attack him.
-=-=-=-=-
Harry’s long, rarely used dining room table was set and ready. Cards were placed at each plate telling the guests where they were to sit. There was a sense of elegance, and from the moment Draco stepped through the door, Harry could not take his eyes off of him.
Draco had not only changed his lifestyle, he also changed his appearance. Before where a skinny, slick hair, stuck up boy stood, there was now a posh young man. Harry had noticed that Draco’s hair had grown and it was pulled back into a low ponytail falling halfway down his back, reminding him of Bill’s hair before Molly got a hold of it. Draco’s stormy eyes shone with light, and the clothes didn’t show? money. He was dressed in a black slacks and an emerald shirt. The sleeves coming down to his wrists where a silver ring was.
Harry’s lips curved into a smiled as he saw the Slytherin, that use to hate muggles and muggle-borns, hug his best friend, asking how she was. But he was caught off guard when Draco walked up to him, holding out his hand.
“Hello, Harry. Thank you for inviting me.” Harry just nodded and shook his hand. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Seamus lean over and whisper to Dean. He hoped the night would go well.
Not long after the last person arrived, Luna, with a swollen stomach and Neville, with a blush on his face, they were lead to the table. Draco sat down at the table, between Hermione and Luna. Now Harry wished that he had not done that. He wanted to be near the other man. But he was glad that Dean and Seamus were at the other end.
Ron was the first to stand.
“Attention,” he said, tapping his glass. “Thank you all for coming and thank you, Harry, for hosting.” Ron tipped his glass to Harry. “We all lost loves one in the wars. Friends, family, people that we were close to and people we barely knew. Brothers,” Ron started choking up. Hermione took his hand, and George raised his glass.
“Brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers,” Harry said, raising his glass to Draco. “We come here to honor their memories, to remember those that fought along side us. Let us raise our glasses to the dead, to let them know that they are not forgotten.” The other raised their glasses and took a sip. “Lets eat,” Harry said as the food appeared.
Harry watched Draco as he ate. The boy, make that man, still had the manners that were drilled into him since he was tiny. Draco talked with the two women around him. He went bright red when Luna started going into detail about how she finally got Neville in bed. Neville was redder than a pomegranate. Harry couldn’t help but laugh, and neither could his other friends, laughing about how Neville was afraid of sleeping with a girl. Dean talked about his recent journey to find his father. It turned out that his Father was a wizard from Africa. The man did not want anything to do with a muggle other than sex. Seamus had spent time with his father’s side in southern Ireland. Fred and Oliver were adopting a little girl, whose family had been killed by the Death Eaters. Luna and Neville were expecting a little girl in a month or so and Hermione made the announcement that she was pregnant, which Ron got heck from.
Draco was laughing when he looked up at Harry. Harry was looking straight at him, a smile on his face. Draco felt a shiver go through him, Harry’s eyes had some light in it, but before he could place it, Harry turned to talk to Neville. As the dinner wound down, Draco could almost swear he saw something in Harry’s eyes. It looked a little like lust, but Harry would never want Draco like that, and besides he dated the Weasley girl.
Dean was the first to leave. Then Oliver and George, but it was not ailments’ that made them leave. Draco felt a pang in his heart. He had always wanted some one to love him and to need him like Oliver and George. Someone to comfort him when nightmares plagued him. Luna and Neville were next, followed by Seamus, who stopped to say something to Harry before leaving. It was down to the four of them, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco. Draco thought many time on leaving and letting the friends have some time alone, but each time, Harry called for another round drinks.
It was the about the fifth round that Hermione pulled the drunk Ron up from his seat and out of the room. There was sound of a heavy door being closed then the two were alone.
“Finally, we are alone,” Harry breathed, setting his glass down. He then uncrossed his legs and Draco saw the bulge in the other man’s dress trousers. He found his mouth dry and he licked his lips. “If you want to leave you can, Draco.” The voice poured over him like liquid silk.
“And if I don‘t?” The slytherin threw back.
“Then I hope you will come over here.” Draco knew as he stood up that this was a one night thing, that Harry would throw him out in the morning. But part of him was hoping he would find comfort in the other man’s arm.
Draco stop in front of Harry, both men’s breathing had quickened. Harry pulled Draco’s arm down and captured his lips in a searing kiss. The kiss seemed to go on forever, neither man cared about breathing. When they didn’t part, Draco dropped to his knees. Harry slid his hand through the blond’s hair, pulling the string that held his hair together as the blond popped the snap on Harry’s pants.
“You don‘t have to,” Harry’s voice was gruff and low.
“Don‘t worry, Potter. I like it. And you can fuck my mouth, I like it rough.” Draco took the long cock out of the confines of Harry’s pants. He tasted the salty tang of brunet’s pre-come with his tongue. Moaning, he opened his mouth and took the head in, sucking lightly. Harry gripped Draco’s hair in his hand as his hip thrust into the other man’s mouth.
Heaven did exist. Ginny had done everything to him, she was an expert in head, but she didn’t compare to the man on his knees in front of him. Draco knew where he wanted to be sucked and how much pressure to place. When Harry felt the back of Draco’s mouth come in contact with his cock he gripped the back of Draco’s head and started fucking his mouth. He loved the sounds of Draco’s breath being cut off and moans when Draco could breath. Looking back, his last coherent thought was that he didn’t see Malfoy, he saw Draco.
Draco swallowed as best he could, Harry tasted sweet and bitter, like bitter honey. Draco cleaned the cock in front of him. If he could, he would keep sucking on it, like a baby getting the last bit of milk. Finally he leaned back, licking his lips. After a moment Harry stood up and pulled him up into a dominating kiss.
“Don‘t think I am through with you.” Draco licked up Harry’s lips.
“I hope not.”
-=-=-=-=-
When he fist woke up, he realized that his throat and jaw hurt. Of course it did, he’d had Harry’s cock in his mouth all night. Surprisingly, that was all Harry had wanted to do.
After they stumbled to Harry’s room Draco thought that he would be in for the ride of his life, but only Harry returned the favor, licking and sucking him. By the morning they had both ate enough come to last them for ages.
But why had Harry just wanted oral? It confused Draco, but he shrugged it off and started to get out, when a hand wrapped around his waist and pulled him back.
“Where do you think you are going?” A voice asked from behind him. Draco looked behind him.
“Going to dress and then leave.” Harry pulled him closer.
“Now why would you want that?”
“Don‘t you…” he was cut off by a kiss.
“No.” Harry shifted him so Draco was below him, never breaking the kiss. Harry ran a hand down the blond’s body. Draco gasped into the kiss as Harry tweaked a nipple. Breaking the kiss and licked his lips. Draco opened his mouth to say something, but Harry was not going to let him. He leaned down, lapping at the light colored nipple.
A moan escaped Draco mouth but nothing else. He tossed his head as Harry changed nipples, giving the other the same attention.
Harry leaned up, giving him a quick kiss on his lips.
“Would you like to top or would you like me?” Draco blinked as the question sunk in.
“You can.” Draco was not a virgin of either but as of late he just wanted to lose himself in someone’s arms. “I want you to talk me, Harry.”
Harry didn’t waste any time in preparing Draco. He loved the way Draco mewed when he brushed his prostate with his fingers. Soon Draco was begging for Harry to enter him. Harry looked at him. He had transformed too, if he was younger, he would feel smug that he had a Slytherin, and the Slytherin prince no less, begging to be fucked. But right now he just wanted to make love to the blond.
Draco sighed in relief as Harry entered him. The other man was so slow, careful to not hurt him. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry as he started to move. Each brush sent more fire up his back. He snaked his hand between them and pulled on his own cock.
Harry braced himself on bed as he started thrusting harder and deeper. The sight of Draco pleasuring himself as he fucked the blond almost undid him, but they were just getting started. Stopping for a moment, he put Draco’s legs over his shoulders and nearly bent him in half as he plunged into Draco repeatedly. He leaned down, kissing Draco.
“Come for me, Draco,” he whispered before his own orgasm tore through him. Draco didn’t know if he came before or after Harry did. His own come coating their stomachs and chests. Harry laid on Draco for a moment before pulling out and rolling over. Draco whimpered now that he was empty.
It was a long while before Harry rolled over and put his arm around Draco. Draco looked over.
“What now?” He asked. Harry opened his eye.
“I was hoping that we could sleep, then shower, then have lunch or dinner which ever comes first.”
“No, about us.” Draco turned over to face Harry.
“I don‘t know…but I know I don‘t want you to leave.” Draco smiled. “We both have changed, Draco. We are not childhood enemies.”
“No we are adult bed partners.” Harry chuckled, his voice still deep.
“I guess so.” Harry took his hand.
“It will not be easy.”
“No it will not. But I want to see where this goes.” Harry nodded.
“Now roll over so I can spoon up against you.” Draco rolled his eyes but rolled over.
“You just want to wake up and be able to fuck me.” Harry thrust his hips against Draco’s.
“What makes you think I want to wait?”
Author: countess_hp
Beta: hambares
Prompt: Death Card
Wordcount: 3480
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Little bit of Angst, Little bit of Fluff, Oral, Anal, Dead!Ginny
Summary: Harry doubts that Draco changed. But along the way he finds that Draco is true and that he himself as changed.
Author’s Note Was written for the HD World cup on LJ, but I missed the deadline so I was disqualified.
Draco looked out on the garden. The leaves on the tress were burned and hanging by a thread, his mother’s once beautiful rose bushes were dead and lifeless. Draco sighed as he remembered the day his father put all of this on his shoulders.
~Flash Back~
“You are now the head of the house, son.”
The grey eyed boy looked at his father, the once proud Malfoy was just a shell of himself.
“But Father, I can‘t, I don’t know what to do.”
“Do not follow what I have done. Be your own man.” The guards were coming for him. “Son, don‘t be weak like I was.” Lucius kissed his son’s head before they took him away.
~Flash Back~
A tear slid from his eyes as he closed the curtains and turned from the window.
“I won‘t Father. I will be strong, I will be the man you were not.”
-=-=-=-=-
Harry downed another drink, it seemed harmless in the beginning: come to the pub every Wednesday and have a bourbon, then another and another till he didn’t even know his own name. Ron and Hermione came with him every once in a while, but tonight he was alone and he liked it that way. He liked to feel small in the world.
As he took another drink, a man sat down next to him. Looking over he knew exactly who it was.
“Malfoy, what are you doing here?”
“Well hello to you too, Potter. One white wine,” Draco said, turning to the bartender.
“Well aren‘t we just the aristocrat,” Harry said sarcastically.
“Well all Malfoys are,” Draco shrugged. “I should change, but I don‘t have the stomach for hard liquor.” Draco took a drink from his glass. “I came to apologize.”
“Apologize?” Harry barked out a laugh, “That is a laugh.” He called the bartender over and ordered a water.
“I mean it, Potter. I know I was an arse in school and I want the chance to apologize.” Harry just snorted.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Do something that will not help you one bit. Something that will help others.”
“Like what? A charity?”
“Yes, to help those rebuild what your father and the rest of the Death Eaters destroyed.” Draco winced at the malice in Harry voice.
“I understand.” Draco took another sip and put some money on the bar. “I will see you later, Potter.”
-=-=-=-=-
Harry woke with a bitch of a hangover. Staggering to the bathroom, he opened his medicine cabinet and downed a hangover potion. Standing up straight he noticed that he was almost out of the potion.
“Better have Dean make me more.” He murmered. After quickly showering and dressing, Harry got the post and started his coffee. Opening the front page of the paper, he almost swallowed his tongue.
Mr. Draco Malfoy, son of convicted death eater Lucius Malfoy,
gave a formal speech yesterday. Mr. Malfoy had started a charity in his
name for all the survivors. When asked why he said this, he responded,
“Some one close to me said once, ‘Be your own man,
do not be the man you were.’ I promised him I would be different
and here is my first step to not being my Father‘s son.” More
on page nine.
Harry just stood there and looked at the picture of Draco. Draco was waving and smiling to a crowd.
“The little bugger…” Before he could say more the door bell rang. He sat the paper down answered the door.
“Mr. Potter have you read about Mr. Draco Malfoy setting up a charity?” Harry squinted in the burst of sun light. When he his eyes adjusted his saw thirty or forty reporters.
”Mr. Potter?” Another asked. Clearing his thought he answered.
“Yes, I have.”
“And what do you think of it?” Another person asked, a short, stout woman with clothes that could make even Rita Seeker cringe.
“I think he is just trying to make people believe he has turned over a new leaf.”
“But he has given the amount of fifty thousand Galleons. Do you think he would have given that amount if he was not serious?”
“If he only gave ten thousand people would think him not serious. He needs us to make us believe him.”
“Do you think he is a Death Eater too?” The question had accrued to him time after time.
“No, I do not think so.”
A few hours later Hermione and Ron came over.
“Harry, he could be turning over a new leaf.” Ron snorted.
“Hermione, he is a Malfoy and a Slytherin; you can not trust him.”
“Your cousin was in Slytherin and did he turn out bad?”
“Well…no…” Hermione turned back to Harry.
“Give him a chance, maybe he is not the same Malfoy we knew in school. I mean, look.” She handed Harry a flyer. “He is holding a charity ball tomorrow, he came to my house and invited me personally, and not once did he said mud blood. He even shook my hand.” Harry read the flyer and sat it down. “Give him a chance, I think you will find him changed.”
“But what if he has not?”
“Stop being a pessimist.”
-=-=-=--=-
The ball was held at Draco’s home. He had spend two days getting the ballroom spotless. An hour before the ball the room shone like it once did. His mother would be proud of him.
He took a long time to get ready. He had chosen dark green robe with silver trim, but nothing extra, unlike his father he would not wear cuff links or carry a cane. He wasn’t going to show that was rich. He just wanted to be another one in the crowd.
When he came, down people were already arriving. The gnawing in his stomach subsided a bit. He had wondered if anyone would want to come. After an hour the party was in full swing and Draco had raised over twenty-six hundred Galleons. People were very civil and only the reporter that snuck in had questioned him and made him feel unwanted.
Draco went around to various people thanking them for coming. He saw Harry, Ron and Hermione come in. Excusing himself, he walked over to them.
“Thank you for coming,” He said smiling. “It means a lot.” Hermione hugged, him taking him by surprise. Ron turned a shade of red and Harry couldn’t help but laugh.
“Thank you for inviting us,” Hermione said, stepping back.
“Yes,” Harry said, butting him.
“Ooo food. Is that food? Come Ron lets go get some.” The brunette pulled her red head boyfriend away from the other two.
“I read what you said about me. And heard it over the wireless.” Harry stuck his hands in his pockets.
“Yeah about that.”
“You don‘t need to explain. I would have said the same things. We all have to look out for ourselves and those we love.” Harry nodded.
“Who said to you “to not be like him”?”
“My father, right before they took him back to prison. He didn‘t want me to end up like him.”
“I agree you never were good at being an arse hole.”
“And you were never good at being invincible.” Harry chuckled along with Draco.
“You really have changed.”
“Thanks, that means a lot coming from you.”
“Why? Because I am the boy-who-lived?”
“No, because you once hated me.”
“Once.”
As the evening wound down, he thanked all that had come. Harry was among the last to leave.
“Good work Draco,” he said giving him a thumbs up.
-=-=-=-=-
Draco leaned up, wiping his brow. The attic was dirty, dusty, and filled with junk. He already had two boxes of family heirlooms down in the lower part. Some he would save to pass on to his kids, but others that didn’t have any value to his family, he was sell and/or give to families.
He took another box down the stairs as a house elf came over with a letter.
“Thank you, Tippy,” he said, taking the letter. He still scared the house elves with his politeness. He opened the letter and saw an invitation from Harry. Harry was inviting him to the first anniversary celebration of the end of the war. Draco smiled and took it to his father’s old study. He sat down and wrote at an acceptance letter; then called his owl and have it delivered.
He went to his closet and looked through his clothes.
“Now what should I wear?”
-=-=-
Harry was pacing in front of his window when the tiny owl pecked at the window. He rushed over and opened the window.
“Hey little guy, what do you have for me.” He took the letter and gave the owl a treat that the he kept by they window for this sort occasion. The owl took it and flew off. Closing the window he tore the letter open.
Harry,
I would love to.
Draco
I was short but it made him smile.
“Lissa,” he called and heard a pop next to him.
“Yes, Master Harry?” The little house elf asked.
“Add Draco Malfoy to the dinner guest list, and make sure he is sitting by Hermione.” The house elf nodded and popped out of sight. He knew Hermione would help Draco, lest his Gryffindor friends attack him.
-=-=-=-=-
Harry’s long, rarely used dining room table was set and ready. Cards were placed at each plate telling the guests where they were to sit. There was a sense of elegance, and from the moment Draco stepped through the door, Harry could not take his eyes off of him.
Draco had not only changed his lifestyle, he also changed his appearance. Before where a skinny, slick hair, stuck up boy stood, there was now a posh young man. Harry had noticed that Draco’s hair had grown and it was pulled back into a low ponytail falling halfway down his back, reminding him of Bill’s hair before Molly got a hold of it. Draco’s stormy eyes shone with light, and the clothes didn’t show? money. He was dressed in a black slacks and an emerald shirt. The sleeves coming down to his wrists where a silver ring was.
Harry’s lips curved into a smiled as he saw the Slytherin, that use to hate muggles and muggle-borns, hug his best friend, asking how she was. But he was caught off guard when Draco walked up to him, holding out his hand.
“Hello, Harry. Thank you for inviting me.” Harry just nodded and shook his hand. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Seamus lean over and whisper to Dean. He hoped the night would go well.
Not long after the last person arrived, Luna, with a swollen stomach and Neville, with a blush on his face, they were lead to the table. Draco sat down at the table, between Hermione and Luna. Now Harry wished that he had not done that. He wanted to be near the other man. But he was glad that Dean and Seamus were at the other end.
Ron was the first to stand.
“Attention,” he said, tapping his glass. “Thank you all for coming and thank you, Harry, for hosting.” Ron tipped his glass to Harry. “We all lost loves one in the wars. Friends, family, people that we were close to and people we barely knew. Brothers,” Ron started choking up. Hermione took his hand, and George raised his glass.
“Brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers,” Harry said, raising his glass to Draco. “We come here to honor their memories, to remember those that fought along side us. Let us raise our glasses to the dead, to let them know that they are not forgotten.” The other raised their glasses and took a sip. “Lets eat,” Harry said as the food appeared.
Harry watched Draco as he ate. The boy, make that man, still had the manners that were drilled into him since he was tiny. Draco talked with the two women around him. He went bright red when Luna started going into detail about how she finally got Neville in bed. Neville was redder than a pomegranate. Harry couldn’t help but laugh, and neither could his other friends, laughing about how Neville was afraid of sleeping with a girl. Dean talked about his recent journey to find his father. It turned out that his Father was a wizard from Africa. The man did not want anything to do with a muggle other than sex. Seamus had spent time with his father’s side in southern Ireland. Fred and Oliver were adopting a little girl, whose family had been killed by the Death Eaters. Luna and Neville were expecting a little girl in a month or so and Hermione made the announcement that she was pregnant, which Ron got heck from.
Draco was laughing when he looked up at Harry. Harry was looking straight at him, a smile on his face. Draco felt a shiver go through him, Harry’s eyes had some light in it, but before he could place it, Harry turned to talk to Neville. As the dinner wound down, Draco could almost swear he saw something in Harry’s eyes. It looked a little like lust, but Harry would never want Draco like that, and besides he dated the Weasley girl.
Dean was the first to leave. Then Oliver and George, but it was not ailments’ that made them leave. Draco felt a pang in his heart. He had always wanted some one to love him and to need him like Oliver and George. Someone to comfort him when nightmares plagued him. Luna and Neville were next, followed by Seamus, who stopped to say something to Harry before leaving. It was down to the four of them, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco. Draco thought many time on leaving and letting the friends have some time alone, but each time, Harry called for another round drinks.
It was the about the fifth round that Hermione pulled the drunk Ron up from his seat and out of the room. There was sound of a heavy door being closed then the two were alone.
“Finally, we are alone,” Harry breathed, setting his glass down. He then uncrossed his legs and Draco saw the bulge in the other man’s dress trousers. He found his mouth dry and he licked his lips. “If you want to leave you can, Draco.” The voice poured over him like liquid silk.
“And if I don‘t?” The slytherin threw back.
“Then I hope you will come over here.” Draco knew as he stood up that this was a one night thing, that Harry would throw him out in the morning. But part of him was hoping he would find comfort in the other man’s arm.
Draco stop in front of Harry, both men’s breathing had quickened. Harry pulled Draco’s arm down and captured his lips in a searing kiss. The kiss seemed to go on forever, neither man cared about breathing. When they didn’t part, Draco dropped to his knees. Harry slid his hand through the blond’s hair, pulling the string that held his hair together as the blond popped the snap on Harry’s pants.
“You don‘t have to,” Harry’s voice was gruff and low.
“Don‘t worry, Potter. I like it. And you can fuck my mouth, I like it rough.” Draco took the long cock out of the confines of Harry’s pants. He tasted the salty tang of brunet’s pre-come with his tongue. Moaning, he opened his mouth and took the head in, sucking lightly. Harry gripped Draco’s hair in his hand as his hip thrust into the other man’s mouth.
Heaven did exist. Ginny had done everything to him, she was an expert in head, but she didn’t compare to the man on his knees in front of him. Draco knew where he wanted to be sucked and how much pressure to place. When Harry felt the back of Draco’s mouth come in contact with his cock he gripped the back of Draco’s head and started fucking his mouth. He loved the sounds of Draco’s breath being cut off and moans when Draco could breath. Looking back, his last coherent thought was that he didn’t see Malfoy, he saw Draco.
Draco swallowed as best he could, Harry tasted sweet and bitter, like bitter honey. Draco cleaned the cock in front of him. If he could, he would keep sucking on it, like a baby getting the last bit of milk. Finally he leaned back, licking his lips. After a moment Harry stood up and pulled him up into a dominating kiss.
“Don‘t think I am through with you.” Draco licked up Harry’s lips.
“I hope not.”
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When he fist woke up, he realized that his throat and jaw hurt. Of course it did, he’d had Harry’s cock in his mouth all night. Surprisingly, that was all Harry had wanted to do.
After they stumbled to Harry’s room Draco thought that he would be in for the ride of his life, but only Harry returned the favor, licking and sucking him. By the morning they had both ate enough come to last them for ages.
But why had Harry just wanted oral? It confused Draco, but he shrugged it off and started to get out, when a hand wrapped around his waist and pulled him back.
“Where do you think you are going?” A voice asked from behind him. Draco looked behind him.
“Going to dress and then leave.” Harry pulled him closer.
“Now why would you want that?”
“Don‘t you…” he was cut off by a kiss.
“No.” Harry shifted him so Draco was below him, never breaking the kiss. Harry ran a hand down the blond’s body. Draco gasped into the kiss as Harry tweaked a nipple. Breaking the kiss and licked his lips. Draco opened his mouth to say something, but Harry was not going to let him. He leaned down, lapping at the light colored nipple.
A moan escaped Draco mouth but nothing else. He tossed his head as Harry changed nipples, giving the other the same attention.
Harry leaned up, giving him a quick kiss on his lips.
“Would you like to top or would you like me?” Draco blinked as the question sunk in.
“You can.” Draco was not a virgin of either but as of late he just wanted to lose himself in someone’s arms. “I want you to talk me, Harry.”
Harry didn’t waste any time in preparing Draco. He loved the way Draco mewed when he brushed his prostate with his fingers. Soon Draco was begging for Harry to enter him. Harry looked at him. He had transformed too, if he was younger, he would feel smug that he had a Slytherin, and the Slytherin prince no less, begging to be fucked. But right now he just wanted to make love to the blond.
Draco sighed in relief as Harry entered him. The other man was so slow, careful to not hurt him. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry as he started to move. Each brush sent more fire up his back. He snaked his hand between them and pulled on his own cock.
Harry braced himself on bed as he started thrusting harder and deeper. The sight of Draco pleasuring himself as he fucked the blond almost undid him, but they were just getting started. Stopping for a moment, he put Draco’s legs over his shoulders and nearly bent him in half as he plunged into Draco repeatedly. He leaned down, kissing Draco.
“Come for me, Draco,” he whispered before his own orgasm tore through him. Draco didn’t know if he came before or after Harry did. His own come coating their stomachs and chests. Harry laid on Draco for a moment before pulling out and rolling over. Draco whimpered now that he was empty.
It was a long while before Harry rolled over and put his arm around Draco. Draco looked over.
“What now?” He asked. Harry opened his eye.
“I was hoping that we could sleep, then shower, then have lunch or dinner which ever comes first.”
“No, about us.” Draco turned over to face Harry.
“I don‘t know…but I know I don‘t want you to leave.” Draco smiled. “We both have changed, Draco. We are not childhood enemies.”
“No we are adult bed partners.” Harry chuckled, his voice still deep.
“I guess so.” Harry took his hand.
“It will not be easy.”
“No it will not. But I want to see where this goes.” Harry nodded.
“Now roll over so I can spoon up against you.” Draco rolled his eyes but rolled over.
“You just want to wake up and be able to fuck me.” Harry thrust his hips against Draco’s.
“What makes you think I want to wait?”