Finding A Home (Coming Home, Part Two) - Harry/Draco
Title: Finding A Home (Coming Home, Part 2)
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 1280
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Thanks to _melodic_ for the beta. All the remaining mistakes are mine. Read part one here: Coming Home
"Bloody hell," Draco said, rolling off Harry as he tried to catch his breath.
They'd returned to that familiar room at the Fortuneteller inn. With Draco next to him, still reeling from his post orgasm euphoria, Harry smiled as he heard Draco also try to even his breaths. Their hands were laid side by side, Draco's pinkie finger gently grazing against Harry's-the only part of their bodies touching in that moment. However, Harry never missed the fact that when he and Draco were around each other, they were always touching, even if he never commented on it. Maybe he thought if he acknowledged that he or Draco made such an effort, they'd stop doing it.
"I'm thinking of selling the house," Harry said, when the silence in the room lasted for a long time. It wasn't uncomfortable though; it'd never been.
After their first night together in the Fortuneteller inn at Diagon alley, Harry and Draco had returned for repeat performances. It was the only place where they met. It wasn't uncommon for them to be seen around town for dinner, but at the end of the night, instead of going to Grimmauld Place, or Malfoy Manor, or any other hotel for that matter, they constantly relapsed into old habits and got the same room every time.
And just like the first time, Harry paid the clerk extra Galleons for discretion.
"The Black family house?" Draco asked turning his head to look at Harry.
"Yeah, what do you think?"
Draco shrugged and returned his gaze to the ceiling. "Why does it matter what I think? It's your home."
"Yes, but you're a Black family heir. Even though it was left to me by Sirius, it feels weird I'd wanna sell it and not ask you or your mother-"
"Where will you live?" Draco asked, interrupting, and ignoring Harry's concern about him.
"I don't know, maybe get a flat up in Mayflower alley. It seems to be where all the single wizards are renting these days. Hermione says the real estate value is really going up for single person condos and it's better to buy than rent."
Harry had gone to see a few of the places up in Mayflower with Hermione and his realtor. He didn't need to sell the house to buy a new flat, he had the money for it. But, continuing owning the house was a reminder of his life, his failed marriage and it wasn't something he wanted to do. He also didn't want to continue meeting Draco in an inn every time they wanted to be together and hide away from the world.
Though they never spoke about it, Harry was under the distinct impression they were in a relationship. It was more than just sex. At least for Harry and with the way Draco looked at him sometimes, Harry felt the same from Draco. Draco wasn't seeing anyone else, and neither was Harry. They weren't hiding what they had from the world, but were careful enough to not broadcast it, either.
Still, Harry would have loved to spend a night with Draco where they weren't fussing about in the morning trying to get home from the inn. Draco had a job to get to, and eventually, Harry was going to go back to the DMLE. He just didn't want to keep meeting there, even if this particular room held a special meaning to him.
He wanted to be able to make breakfast for Draco in the morning, have him lounge about in the kitchen in his skivvies.
The idea of Draco walking around in his place and acting like he owned it, made Harry's heart ache something fierce. It also sent a small jolt of arousal through his body. The idea of Draco taking him on the kitchen table, of Harry dropping on his knees in the middle of his sitting room, sounded far too sexy; almost too good to be true. But he had the power to make it happen.
"What is it?" Draco turned to his side and rubbed his thumb across Harry's forehead. He'd said a few weeks before-when Harry thought, his brows got crinkled up, and this was Draco's way of telling him again he was thinking too hard.
"Nothing," Harry said, taking Draco's hand in his. "Kids are going to be back from Hogwarts soon."
"Yes," Draco said, thoughtfully. "Astoria has discussed her plans with me about which weeks she wishes for Scorpius to stay with her, and when he's going to be staying at the manor. Mother's looking forward to his arrival at the family house."
"I was thinking about telling the kids," Harry said, lacing his fingers with Draco's and squeezing his hand lightly.
"About selling the house?" Draco asked, his voice undisturbed.
"No, Draco," Harry said, softly. "About us."
"What?" Draco asked, alarmed. He didn't pull his hand away from Harry, but he had definitely stiffened up. "What would you even say?"
"Well, it's not going to be at the moment they get off the Hogwarts Express so you can calm down about that," Harry said, trying not to chuckle at Draco's distressed state. "If and when they come over to my new flat, given I'd have a new place by then, I'll just tell them I'm with someone new. And then if they ask who, I'll tell them it's Draco Malfoy."
"A man?" Draco asked, sounding scandalised, which Harry thought was rather uncalled for.
"I thought you told me Scorpius knew you were gay."
"Yes, but we're not discussing me. We're discussing you and your children. Potter, does your ex-wife even know-"
"Of course, I'll tell her first, Draco," Harry said, rolling his eyes. He edged himself closer to Draco, pulling the covers over them in a gesture to maybe just show how close they were together. He wanted to wrap himself and Draco in the covers and never let go. He didn't want the world to taint what they had but they couldn't just hide out in the inn forever.
"But-"
"Like I said, it's just something I'm thinking about," Harry said, absolving any objections Draco was going to have.
"And-"
"I'd rather they hear it from me than some leaked source to the Daily Prophet," Harry said, interrupting Draco again. "After I tell them who it is, we can see if they'd want to meet you. Then, we can take it as it goes."
"You have it all planned out," Draco said, relaxing a bit into Harry's embrace. Harry was practically on top of him now, his arms around Draco as he straddled himself on Draco's lap.
"If history is anything to go by, things never pan out the way I plan them," Harry said, kissing Draco's shoulder.
"Hmm," Draco said; his hands started to move down Harry's body to caress his arse. "So a big ball of disaster is about to blow up in our faces, then?"
Harry gave a tentative thrust as his erection pressed against Draco's half-hard cock. "I'd rather have other things blow up in my face..." He said, biting his lower lip, and then swiping his tongue against Draco's lips.
"You know, Potter," Draco said, teasingly, before he turned Harry around and pushed him against the mattress. "You were rather innocent in the beginning when we'd started fucking. Whatever happened to that shy bloke who stifled his moans and turned bright red at a bit of dirty talk?"
Harry hooked his leg around Draco and pulled him closer. "He got the best shag of his life and lost his virtue," he replied before he summoned the lube from the side table and handed it to Draco.
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 1280
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Thanks to _melodic_ for the beta. All the remaining mistakes are mine. Read part one here: Coming Home
"Bloody hell," Draco said, rolling off Harry as he tried to catch his breath.
They'd returned to that familiar room at the Fortuneteller inn. With Draco next to him, still reeling from his post orgasm euphoria, Harry smiled as he heard Draco also try to even his breaths. Their hands were laid side by side, Draco's pinkie finger gently grazing against Harry's-the only part of their bodies touching in that moment. However, Harry never missed the fact that when he and Draco were around each other, they were always touching, even if he never commented on it. Maybe he thought if he acknowledged that he or Draco made such an effort, they'd stop doing it.
"I'm thinking of selling the house," Harry said, when the silence in the room lasted for a long time. It wasn't uncomfortable though; it'd never been.
After their first night together in the Fortuneteller inn at Diagon alley, Harry and Draco had returned for repeat performances. It was the only place where they met. It wasn't uncommon for them to be seen around town for dinner, but at the end of the night, instead of going to Grimmauld Place, or Malfoy Manor, or any other hotel for that matter, they constantly relapsed into old habits and got the same room every time.
And just like the first time, Harry paid the clerk extra Galleons for discretion.
"The Black family house?" Draco asked turning his head to look at Harry.
"Yeah, what do you think?"
Draco shrugged and returned his gaze to the ceiling. "Why does it matter what I think? It's your home."
"Yes, but you're a Black family heir. Even though it was left to me by Sirius, it feels weird I'd wanna sell it and not ask you or your mother-"
"Where will you live?" Draco asked, interrupting, and ignoring Harry's concern about him.
"I don't know, maybe get a flat up in Mayflower alley. It seems to be where all the single wizards are renting these days. Hermione says the real estate value is really going up for single person condos and it's better to buy than rent."
Harry had gone to see a few of the places up in Mayflower with Hermione and his realtor. He didn't need to sell the house to buy a new flat, he had the money for it. But, continuing owning the house was a reminder of his life, his failed marriage and it wasn't something he wanted to do. He also didn't want to continue meeting Draco in an inn every time they wanted to be together and hide away from the world.
Though they never spoke about it, Harry was under the distinct impression they were in a relationship. It was more than just sex. At least for Harry and with the way Draco looked at him sometimes, Harry felt the same from Draco. Draco wasn't seeing anyone else, and neither was Harry. They weren't hiding what they had from the world, but were careful enough to not broadcast it, either.
Still, Harry would have loved to spend a night with Draco where they weren't fussing about in the morning trying to get home from the inn. Draco had a job to get to, and eventually, Harry was going to go back to the DMLE. He just didn't want to keep meeting there, even if this particular room held a special meaning to him.
He wanted to be able to make breakfast for Draco in the morning, have him lounge about in the kitchen in his skivvies.
The idea of Draco walking around in his place and acting like he owned it, made Harry's heart ache something fierce. It also sent a small jolt of arousal through his body. The idea of Draco taking him on the kitchen table, of Harry dropping on his knees in the middle of his sitting room, sounded far too sexy; almost too good to be true. But he had the power to make it happen.
"What is it?" Draco turned to his side and rubbed his thumb across Harry's forehead. He'd said a few weeks before-when Harry thought, his brows got crinkled up, and this was Draco's way of telling him again he was thinking too hard.
"Nothing," Harry said, taking Draco's hand in his. "Kids are going to be back from Hogwarts soon."
"Yes," Draco said, thoughtfully. "Astoria has discussed her plans with me about which weeks she wishes for Scorpius to stay with her, and when he's going to be staying at the manor. Mother's looking forward to his arrival at the family house."
"I was thinking about telling the kids," Harry said, lacing his fingers with Draco's and squeezing his hand lightly.
"About selling the house?" Draco asked, his voice undisturbed.
"No, Draco," Harry said, softly. "About us."
"What?" Draco asked, alarmed. He didn't pull his hand away from Harry, but he had definitely stiffened up. "What would you even say?"
"Well, it's not going to be at the moment they get off the Hogwarts Express so you can calm down about that," Harry said, trying not to chuckle at Draco's distressed state. "If and when they come over to my new flat, given I'd have a new place by then, I'll just tell them I'm with someone new. And then if they ask who, I'll tell them it's Draco Malfoy."
"A man?" Draco asked, sounding scandalised, which Harry thought was rather uncalled for.
"I thought you told me Scorpius knew you were gay."
"Yes, but we're not discussing me. We're discussing you and your children. Potter, does your ex-wife even know-"
"Of course, I'll tell her first, Draco," Harry said, rolling his eyes. He edged himself closer to Draco, pulling the covers over them in a gesture to maybe just show how close they were together. He wanted to wrap himself and Draco in the covers and never let go. He didn't want the world to taint what they had but they couldn't just hide out in the inn forever.
"But-"
"Like I said, it's just something I'm thinking about," Harry said, absolving any objections Draco was going to have.
"And-"
"I'd rather they hear it from me than some leaked source to the Daily Prophet," Harry said, interrupting Draco again. "After I tell them who it is, we can see if they'd want to meet you. Then, we can take it as it goes."
"You have it all planned out," Draco said, relaxing a bit into Harry's embrace. Harry was practically on top of him now, his arms around Draco as he straddled himself on Draco's lap.
"If history is anything to go by, things never pan out the way I plan them," Harry said, kissing Draco's shoulder.
"Hmm," Draco said; his hands started to move down Harry's body to caress his arse. "So a big ball of disaster is about to blow up in our faces, then?"
Harry gave a tentative thrust as his erection pressed against Draco's half-hard cock. "I'd rather have other things blow up in my face..." He said, biting his lower lip, and then swiping his tongue against Draco's lips.
"You know, Potter," Draco said, teasingly, before he turned Harry around and pushed him against the mattress. "You were rather innocent in the beginning when we'd started fucking. Whatever happened to that shy bloke who stifled his moans and turned bright red at a bit of dirty talk?"
Harry hooked his leg around Draco and pulled him closer. "He got the best shag of his life and lost his virtue," he replied before he summoned the lube from the side table and handed it to Draco.