FIC: "Surviving the Aftermath" for ella_bane
Recipient: Ella Bane
Author/Artist: sweetmelodykiss
Title: Surviving the Aftermath
Rating: R
Pairings: Arthur Weasley/Draco Malfoy Secondary Pairing: Severus Snape/Luna Lovegood
Word Count: 5851
Warnings: AU, Post War, Character death (not the main pairing), rimming, virgin Draco
Summary: Out of grief springs hope.
Author's/Artist's Notes:I want to thank my wonderful beta angela_snape for whipping this story into shape and for also giving me the fabulous title.
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A cloud of grey-black smoke poured from the crumbling Ministry building. Dozens of onlookers stared in shock and disbelief. Those who were able to flee the building did so quickly. Others remained trapped inside as the smoke and flames escalated upward. A second explosion tore through the back half of the structure. Bystanders screamed and darted for cover as debris and shattered glass flew toward them.
Severus coughed and choked on the toxic fumes as he tried to make his way through the black haze. His left foot encountered a large mass that moaned when he gently nudged it. Severus knelt down next to the injured person, trying to ascertain the extent of his injuries.
“Arthur, can you hear me?” Severus asked as he finally got a good look at the fallen victim. “Come now, can you stand? We’ve got to get out of here.”
“Go on, Severus, just leave me. I can’t feel my legs. Save yourself before it’s too late.”
“Nonsense, man, I’m not going anywhere without you.” Severus said as he levitated Arthur Weasley up into the air and quickly propelled him out of the burning building.
“Molly, where is Molly?” Arthur moaned.
“I don’t know, Arthur, but I promise I will try to find her.”
Severus laid Arthur down on the ground in front of the assembling medical personnel and turned back toward the inferno that once was the Ministry of Magic.
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Severus covered his nose and mouth with his sleeve as he pushed forward through the billowing smoke. His eyes burned, but he kept moving forward. He could hear cries and running feet as the victims tried to find their way out of the death trap.
Suddenly, a figure dressed in white appeared before him, running headlong in to him and almost knocking him off his feet.
“Professor,” the girl gasped. “Come this way, Sir. The Minister is injured.”
“Miss Lovegood, what are you doing here? You must get out now. Follow me and I will lead you to safety.”
“No. I can’t leave Minister Shacklebolt. I don’t have the strength to move him. I lost my wand in the explosion.”
Severus debated with himself for only a moment before trudging on through the solid curtain of blackness with the blonde girl leading the way.
Debris fell all around them as they turned and entered an office on their right. The fire raged out of control until almost everything around them was engulfed in flames.
“Over here,” the girl cried. “The Minister is here.”
“Kingsley, are you conscious?” Severus shouted.
“Yes, yes, but I can’t walk. I think my leg is broken. A falling beam hit me. Forget about me, Snape. I was talking to Molly Weasley when the explosion occurred. She’s under all that rubble. Please help her.”
Severus aimed his wand at the large pile of debris and began levitating the stones away from the area that Kingsley had indicated. Once he reached the bottom of the heap, it was painfully obvious that he was too late. Severus turned and faced the north wall. He pointed his wand at it and shouted an incantation. The wall before him blew outward, revealing bright sunlight that belied the tragedy unfolding within.
Severus gave over his wand to the Lovegood girl and told her to levitate Kingsley out of the building as he reached down and scooped up the broken body of Molly Weasley.
As Severus walked across the rubble and into the fresh air, he took a few faltering steps before collapsing. He didn’t know anything else until he awoke a day later in St. Mungo’s burn ward.
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“What happened?” Arthur groaned as he stared into the frightened eyes of his youngest son. He’d been unconscious for two days. His injuries were extensive, but not fatal, thanks to Snape. Ron clasped his father’s outstretched hand and sighed with relief.
“There… there was an explosion,” Ron tried to explain. “It was bad, Dad, very bad.”
“Ah, I remember, kind of. Where is your mother? Was she injured?”
Ron’s face suddenly went white with anguish, and in that brief instant, Arthur knew that his beloved Molly was dead.
Arthur felt like the air was being forcibly ripped from his lungs and his ears pounded as all the blood rushed to his head. He couldn’t hear Ron speaking anymore. He remembered Snape saying that he was going to look for Molly, but his attempt must have failed.
“Dad, please, please, can you hear me?” Ron pleaded as he watched his father collapse inward on himself.
“I hear you, son.” Arthur finally replied after what seemed like forever. “Tell me what happened. Tell me everything. Severus pulled me out of the wreckage. Is he all right?”
Ron let out a heavy breath. “Gods, yes, Snape is fine. He’s in the burn unit. He had some severe burns, but he’s healing. He went back into the Ministry after he rescued you. He saved some others too before he succumbed to his injuries. He’s the one that brought out Mum’s body.” Ron said as he started to cry.
“It’s all right, son. Hush now. Your mum wouldn’t want grief. She’d want a celebration of her life. Bloody Ministry, if they hadn‘t had their Anti-Disapparation wards in place, maybe your mother could have gotten out of there.”
“I know, Dad. It’s just such a waste. All those lives lost for nothing. I’m so angry, Dad. I want to hurt somebody.”
“Easy now, Ron, take it easy. What happened? What caused the explosion?”
Ron’s face was thunderous. Arthur could see the rage lying just below the surface as his son shook with barely controlled fury.
“I don’t know where to begin. It’s so insidious. We can’t even bring the guilty party to justice because he died in the explosion.”
“Who is responsible, Ron?”
“Lucius Malfoy is responsible. He’d been planning this ever since the fall of Voldemort. He was crazy, Dad. He brought his whole family to the Ministry that day and then set off the explosions.”
“Are they sure?” Arthur asked. Who in their right mind would kill their entire family? Arthur thought.
“They’re sure, Dad. They found all the evidence at Malfoy Manor.”
“Dear Merlin, that is horrendous. I can’t believe that Lucius would deliberately kill Narcissa and Draco.”
“Well, he tried to… Draco survived. He’s in a room on the floor below us.”
“The boy’s alive?” Arthur asked.
“Yes,” Ron replied angrily, “but if I had my way, I would kill him with my bare hands.”
“Stop, Ronald. Do we even know if the boy was involved?”
Ron mumbled something under his breath and looked down at his feet.
“What was that, Ron?”
“The Aurors say no. They tested him under Veritaserum and he passed. He said he didn’t know anything about it, but I find that very difficult to believe.”
“Ron, it’s impossible to falsify the results of Veritaserum. You know that.”
“I know, but if there was a way to do it, a Malfoy would find it.”
“Please, Ron, try and let it go. We have other things to think about. Where are your brothers and sister?”
“They’re at the Burrow preparing for Mums funeral. We’ve held off. We’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”
“How soon can I be released? I don’t feel too bad physically.”
“Soon, I think. The Healers explained to us that you had a mild head injury. Apparently, it caused some swelling in the brain. They also removed a shard of glass from your back.”
“My legs, I couldn’t feel them right after the explosion?”
“The Healers said that the paralysis was only temporary. Once they removed the glass, feeling returned to your legs. They tested you while you were unconscious.”
“Then start making arrangements for my release. We have… a celebration to plan.”
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Hundreds of people turned out at the Burrow to pay their final respects to the strong-willed matriarch of the Weasley clan. Eulogies went on for hours as Arthur listened to them all stoically. By the time everyone had left and all was said and done, Arthur was physically and mentally exhausted, but sleep would not come. He lay awake, gently stroking the side of the bed where his Molly had once slept beside him and wondered how life would go on without her.
Arthur tried to pull himself together long enough to attend the funerals of the other victims from the Ministry explosion. Several Aurors had lost their lives in the blast and fourteen other Ministry workers died that day as well. So much grief, caused by a single deranged pureblood, left everyone with a bad taste in their mouths and a sick feeling in the pit of their stomachs. Afterwards, Arthur retreated to the Burrow and hid from the outside world in an attempt to escape his overwhelming grief.
The Ministry confiscated all of the Malfoy holdings, bank accounts, and property to subsidise the rebuilding of the Ministry of Magic. Draco was left penniless and bereft of family and home. Shunned by most everyone in the magical world, Draco Malfoy was reduced to living with his Godfather, the only person who was willing to take him in. Severus Snape could not leave Draco to the streets or an angry mob. He cared for the boy, and he firmly believed that Draco had nothing to do with his father’s twisted design.
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Months later, Arthur was lounging in the living room, dressing gown still on and feet propped up, when he heard a knock at his front door. He’d been remiss in his duties since Molly’s death. He couldn’t care less about what was going on around him. He didn’t go to work. He didn’t interact with his children, and he rarely ever left the Burrow, except for his late-night forays to the Hog's Head, to drown his sorrows in firewhisky. His children were worried, and they had tried to intervene, but Arthur wanted no part of it. He sank further into the depths of depression as his alcohol consumption increased exponentially.
Arthur groaned loudly. He didn’t have the energy to deal with visitors today. It had been six months--to the day--since his wife’s death and meddling do-gooders were the last thing that he needed.
The pounding on the door became more insistent and Arthur huffed in exasperation as he pushed himself up off the couch. He was shocked when he flung open the door and found an irritated Severus Snape standing on his doorstep.”
“Ah… my… Severus…” Arthur stammered incoherently.
“It is good to see you as well, Arthur.” Snape said as he pushed past the wide-eyed man, letting himself in without a proper invitation.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Severus, but I wasn’t expecting visitors. I’d offer you some tea, but I’m not sure if I have any.”
“It is not necessary, Arthur. Do not put yourself out on my account. May I sit down?”
“Of course, where are my manners? You’ve caught me a bit off guard, I’m afraid.”
“I’m sorry that I didn’t call ahead, but I’m rather pressed for time.” Severus replied as he seated himself on the couch.
Arthur forced a smile and sat down next to Snape. “So, what brings you here today?”
“Some of your progeny have expressed concerns over your recent behaviour. They’re worried about you, Arthur.”
“Nonsense! I’m perfectly fine. They simply have to stop meddling in my affairs. I’m sorry they bothered you with such drivel.”
“Is it drivel? From what I can see, you do not look fine. The Ministry could have used your help during its reconstruction, but Kingsley says he has seen neither hide nor hair of you. Repeated attempts on the Minister’s part to entice you back to work seem to have failed miserably. Are you planning on retiring, Arthur?”
“No,” Arthur sighed. “I just haven’t felt like going to work. It’s an adjustment, you know. That particular job holds some bad memories for me. I will go back to work eventually, but right now I need my solitude to work through these issues.”
“Arthur, your children are worried that you are drinking too much. Is this true?”
“Severus, you needn’t concern yourself with my life. From what I hear, you have a full plate of your own. You can imagine my surprise when I received your wedding invitation. After all the years, it was the last thing that I expected. What made you decide to finally take a bride?”
“Freedom, Arthur, freedom from a life of lies. Being a spy for so many years made it impossible to maintain a relationship. Anyone who did get close to me would have been in immediate danger. After Lily’s death, I vowed never to let anyone close again, but now, things are different.”
“Miss Lovegood,” Arthur chuckled. “I must admit; she is a beauty. I wish you all the luck and happiness in the world. I owe you my life, Severus. I am grateful for that.”
“Thank you, Arthur. I realize that my choice in a mate might seem a bit unorthodox, considering our great age difference, but I’ve come to appreciate Luna very much. She stayed with me at St. Mungo’s while I was recuperating, and well, as you said, she is quite lovely.”
“It’s not anyone’s business but yours who your choice of a mate is, Severus. As long as you have love and consideration for each other, then nothing else matters. However, I do hope that you will receive your mate’s shortcomings with patience and understanding.”
“I will take that advice to heart. I know that I am not the easiest person in the world to live with,” Severus smirked. “Arthur, I can’t imagine how difficult it must be for you after being married to Molly for so many years, but she would want you to go on with your life. I will not be pestering you again about this. You’re a grown man, and I trust that you will find the strength to get through this difficult time. I just wish that Draco had half as much intestinal fortitude as you do.”
“Ah, I’ve been meaning to enquire after the boy. I hope you know that I harbour no ill will toward Draco. I do not believe that he knew what his father was planning. He is not doing well then?” Arthur asked with genuine concern.
“No, not well at all.” Severus said shaking his head sadly. “He’s drinking heavily. No one will hire him. He’s afraid to leave Spinners End for fear of bodily harm. I tried to procure him a position at Hogwarts, but Minerva did not think it would be a good idea, not with Potter and Granger working there.”
“She is probably right. Ronald is still very angry. Given the chance, I honestly think that he would hurt young Mr. Malfoy.”
“Indeed, that is why I did not plead Draco’s case. I’m in the process of establishing my own apothecary, and I will employ the boy myself. I think it will be safer that way. I will need an assistant brewer and Draco is a very skilled potions maker.”
“That’s an excellent idea, Severus. I would hate to see any harm come to the boy. We’ve all been through enough and it’s time to move on.”
“I could not agree more, Arthur. Those are words to live by,” Severus stated, staring pointedly at Arthur. “May I expect you at the wedding?” Severus asked as he stood up.
“I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” Arthur replied with a smile.
“Excellent! Thank you for seeing me, but I must be going now. Take care of yourself, Arthur, and I will speak with you again soon. Please, don’t get up.” Severus waved. “I’ll just show myself out.”
Severus reached down and shook Arthur’s hand.
“I’m glad you came over, Severus. It was very nice chatting with you. Good day to you.”
“Good day, Arthur.” Severus said as he turned toward the door, robes billowing around him in a flurry, as he left Arthur with quite a lot to think about.
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Draco sat at the bar sipping on his third drink of the evening. He’d gotten so lonely stuck inside Spinners End that he finally decided to venture out into the world once more. He’d been going to the Hog's Head for a few weeks now. It offered him a safe harbour. Aberforth Dumbledore didn’t judge him, and anyone who attempted to harass him was quickly run off the premises. Draco could drink in peace at the Hog's Head and get away from Severus and the blonde twit for a few hours.
Honestly though, Luna wasn’t that bad. She was ditzy and odd, but she always treated him with kindness and respect. Severus could’ve done worse in his choice of a mate. She’d worked very hard helping to set up the new apothecary. They all had. In just three days time, the shop would be open for business. Draco would be brewing potions in the back with Severus, while Luna took care of the customers. It seemed like the perfect arrangement all around.
“Murderer,” a passing patron snarled viciously at Draco.
Draco stiffened, hand reaching for his wand, but it was unnecessary. Aberforth already had his wand pointed at the man’s throat.
“Out,” the old man growled menacingly. “Out now, before I hex your balls off.”
Draco smirked as the hooligan turned and ran for his life. “Thank you,” Draco said as he ordered another drink.
“I won’t allow that kind of thing in my establishment. You have as much right to drink here as anybody else.”
“I appreciate that. Gods, you have no idea how much.”
“Well, just maybe I do.” Aberforth said with an almost reminiscent twinkle. It even made Draco smile. He didn’t smile often, but on that rare occasion, it was usually Aberforth who could bring it out of him.
Draco’s situation had changed drastically. The smug, arrogant brat of the past fled the day he woke up in St. Mungo’s surrounded by Aurors. He had a lot more respect for life now. His quick wit and stinging jibes fell by the wayside in the face of all the suffering that his father had caused. Unfortunately, no one but Severus wanted to give this Draco a chance. He had a permanent stain on his soul that could never be washed away.
A hand laid gently on his shoulder startled Draco out of his thoughts.
“Hello, Draco,” a soft voice murmured. “May I sit next to you?”
Draco looked up into compassionate brown eyes. He knew immediately that he wasn’t in any danger. Aberforth never batted an eyelash, simply sat a drink down in front of Arthur Weasley and walked back to the other end of the bar.
“Hello, Mr. Weasley,” Draco responded looking away. “Um, how are you, Sir?”
“I am doing better, Draco, and please, do call me Arthur. How are you?” Arthur asked as he took the seat next to Draco.
“I’m fine.” Draco replied without much conviction.
“Really? That’s good to hear. How’s the apothecary going?”
“Very well, Arthur. We’re all set for the grand opening in three days. Severus is getting anxious.”
“I’m sure he is. He deserves this for the countless sacrifices he’s made over the course his life. I’m looking forward to attending his upcoming wedding. How is Miss Lovegood?”
“She’s great. They’re both very happy. It looks good on Severus. I’ve never seen him truly happy before.”
“And you, Draco, are you happy?” Arthur asked.
Draco looked into his drink. He couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact with Arthur. The fact that his father was responsible for Molly Weasley’s death was making it difficult to hold a conversation with the man. Guilt overwhelmed Draco almost every day, and some days he just didn’t know if he wanted to go on living.
“Draco,” Arthur gently probed. “Talk to me.”
Draco turned, looking Arthur in the eye for the first time, but he didn’t know what to say. A lump formed in his throat and his vision suddenly turned bleary as tears threatened to spill forth.
Arthur took hold of Draco’s arm and led him to a secluded booth at the back of the room. Aberforth followed with their drinks and then quickly left the pair alone.
“Draco, the explosion wasn’t your fault. I know a lot of people have made you feel as though it is, but you must not listen to them. I do not blame you for Molly’s death. You cannot be held accountable for the sins of your father.” Arthur said firmly.
Tears finally broke the surface and rolled down Draco’s cheeks. He hadn’t expected such kindness from Arthur Weasley, but it comforted him more that anything else had. Knowing that Arthur didn’t blame him for his wife’s death eased some of the burden on his tortured soul.
“Hush, now, Draco. No more tears,” Arthur said, taking hold of Draco’s hand. “If you let it, the guilt will eat you alive.
“Thank you.” Draco sniffed. “I am very sorry for your loss. If I could’ve stopped my father, I would have. If I’d only known what he was going to do. I’m so angry with him. I can’t see past it.”
“Understandable, but there was nothing you could’ve done to prevent it. The burden is not yours to bear. You need to go on with living. You have a bright future ahead of you, and I for one am not going to let you throw it all away.”
Draco smiled.
The conversation and the drinks flowed well into the wee hours of the morning. Arthur hadn’t been to the Hog's Head in many weeks, not since his talk with Severus. He’d decided to take the man’s advice and pull himself together for Molly’s sake and the sake of the children. He had returned to work at the Ministry, much to Kingsley’s delight. Arthur didn’t know what made him stop at the Hog's Head this evening, but something had compelled him. He was very glad now that he had, even though by this point, he was stupidly drunk and giggling with an even drunker Draco Malfoy. Thank the gods that he didn’t have to go to work tomorrow, but he wasn’t quite sure how he was going to get home. Neither he nor Draco were in any condition to Apparate. Fortunately, Aberforth took care of that. He had one room left. The old man shook his head in amusement as he dumped the inebriated sods on the bed and left the room chuckling.
“Should prove interesting,” Aberforth laughed to himself.
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Arthur woke up with his head pounding and a foul smell in his nostrils. A warm body pressed close against him and groaned painfully when Arthur tried to extricate himself. He looked down at the blond head resting on his chest while the events of the previous night started to come back to him.
“Ugh, what’s that smell?” The blond head moaned.
“I believe it is goat.” Arthur replied.
“Smells like wet goat. The whole bloody place smells like wet goat.” Draco complained.
“I’d have to agree, wet goat indeed.”
“Oh my God,” Draco gasped and lifted his head off Arthur’s chest. “Ah, I’m so sorry.” Draco said as he rolled off Arthur.
“It’s all right. We were both very drunk last night. Aberforth must have put us to bed. My head is splitting,” Arthur groaned.
“Mine too,” Draco said as he threw his arm over his face. “I feel like I’ve been hexed.”
Arthur ventured a look at the bedside table. He needed water. His mouth felt like the Sahara Desert. Thank the gods for Aberforth, Arthur thought. He found a pitcher of cold water, two Sober-up potions, two Hangover potions, and two Pepper-up potions. All were a welcome sight to Arthur’s bloodshot eyes.
Arthur downed his potions in quick succession and then raised Draco’s head up off the pillow. “Here, take these. I promise they’ll make you feel much better.”
Draco gratefully drank the offered potions and then lay back again in Arthur’s strong arms. He thought that he should probably move off the man, but he felt so warm and safe.
Draco sighed. “I should get up. Severus will be worried.”
“Yes, I should get up too, but I really don’t have the energy to move right now.”
“Me either,” Draco chuckled. He turned in Arthur’s arms and looked him in the eye. “Thanks for last night.”
Arthur smiled. “You’re welcome, Draco, but if you keep looking at me like that, I might get the wrong idea.”
Draco pressed his body closer to Arthur’s and lightly rested his hand on the older man’s hip. “Would that be so terrible?” Draco whispered.
Arthur’s heart rate sped up. The look on Draco’s face was angelic, but wicked in its smouldering innocence. Arthur had to admit, the boy was beautiful. His pale blond locks just grazed the top of his shoulders and those silver-blue eyes burned through his soul with hot intensity.
Arthur let out a shaky breath and slowly leaned down to taste Draco’s perfectly heart shaped lips. The kiss was soft, a ghost of a touch, a breath of air that pleaded for more.
Draco moaned at the slight touch and wrapped his arms around Arthur’s neck, pulling him on top of him. Arthur nuzzled at the nape of Draco’s neck before tearing himself away.
“Draco, I’m very flattered, but you don’t have to do this. I am old, out of shape, and jaded by years of war. You need someone who will appreciate all the things you have to offer.”
Draco went still beneath Arthur. He knew rejection when he saw it. “I’m sorry, Arthur. You must think I am a slut, but it is not like that. I’ve never been with anyone.” Draco blushed. “I want my first time to be special. I would like my first time to be with you, but if you do not want me, I understand. A lot has happened, and I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want anything to do with me.”
Arthur’s eyes widened. A gift, he thought. Who could turn down such an offer?
Arthur stroked the side of Draco’s cheek. He would make Draco’s first time more than special. He would make it incredible, an experience that Draco could take with him and hold dear as he explored future relationships.
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Draco’s eyes glazed over as he watched the older man pull off his shirt. Draco let his hands tentatively explore the furred chest before him. He kissed Arthur's face, his eyes, his cheeks, his forehead, and his nose. He trailed kisses down Arthur's chin and throat. Arthur gently lifted Draco and pulled off his shirt as well. Once the shirt was off, Arthur ran his fingers lightly over Draco’s smooth, pale skin. He leaned down and kissed Draco sweetly. Draco could feel the other man's tongue probing, requesting entrance, and he gladly opened his mouth. Draco could feel the heat between them building.
Arthur kissed a long, wet trail down Draco’s chest. He engulfed a nipple in his mouth, laving it with his tongue. He repeated the process on the other nipple. He kissed down Draco’s stomach, stopping to undo the clasp of Draco’s trousers, sliding the fabric over long, elegant legs, as he pulled the offending garment off and dropped it on the floor. Next went the undergarment, revealing Draco’s lovely, hard prick.
Arthur nipped at the inside of Draco's thigh. He purposely ignored the shaft that bobbed before his eyes and leaned down to nuzzle Draco's heavy sac. Draco heard himself make a pleading noise and Arthur seemed to take pity on him. Arthur sucked Draco’s hard member in to his mouth, taking Draco all the way to the root. Draco hissed in pleasure as the wet mouth licked up the length of the hard ridge on the underside of his cock, gently scraping teeth over the sensitive area as he went. Arthur slid his mouth up and down the pulsing shaft, making Draco moan and shudder uncontrollably. Draco threaded his hands through Arthur’s hair, not pulling, just holding on. Arthur let go with a wet pop and crawled up Draco’s body to kiss him passionately. Draco wrapped his arms around Arthur, pulling their bodies flush.
Arthur deftly flipped his lover over onto his stomach. He kissed his way down Draco’s spine. Draco arched into the small, wet teases that Arthur was bestowing on him. Arthur massaged the two perfectly round globes as he parted them slightly. Arthur slid his tongue slowly and gently into him. Draco moaned and let his head fall onto his folded arms. Draco felt as if he was flying, soaring high above the treetops and across a cloudless sky.
Arthur’s tongue delved deep into the reaches of Draco’s body that thrummed with pleasure at his ministrations. Draco protested loudly when Arthur stopped and turned him onto his back. The older man hastily removed his own trousers and undergarments and then fumbled in the bedside drawer, hoping that he could find something to use. He wasn’t disappointed. Arthur smiled triumphantly as his hand came out clutching a tube of lubricant. Arthur squeezed some onto his fingers and entered Draco carefully, one cool, slick digit stretching. Painfully slowly, Arthur added a second finger until Draco was near mindless with pleasure. Then, just as slowly, Arthur added a third. Arthur patiently probed and stretched Draco. It was all too much as Draco bucked his hips and mewled helplessly.
Draco whimpered when the fingers receded, leaving him with an empty feeling. Soon enough though, Arthur pushed into him, filling that emptiness completely. Arthur stilled, giving Draco the time he needed to adjust to the intrusion until the younger man began thrusting back on Arthur’s thick cock. They took up a slow rhythm, moving together in a sensual dance. Arthur used one hand to balance and the other to hold onto Draco’s aching erection. A tension burned inside Draco, taut as a bowstring as his cries intensified and echoed through the dingy room. Arthur increased his pace and he struck Draco’s prostrate with each thrust. The powerful orgasm shook Draco as Arthur slammed into him. Draco’s muscles clamped tightly around Arthur’s cock and pushed him over the edge of oblivion as they came almost in unison. They collapsed together, panting hard, and trembling with satiation.
“Beautiful,” Draco murmured.
“Beautiful, indeed,” Arthur echoed.
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When their shared climax had passed, Arthur rolled to his side and pulled Draco into a desperate embrace, wanting to be so close that they might melt into one body. He loved the feeling of holding the younger man next him as their breathing slowly returned to normal. It was an amazing feeling, to hold and to be held. Arthur had missed this connection. He wanted to share that thought with Draco, to tell him everything he felt, but he didn’t want to be presumptuous. Arthur didn’t want to let go of Draco, but he knew that it couldn’t last. Arthur sighed sadly, as the warmth of Draco’s body gradually lulled him back to sleep.
They slept for a few more hours before Aberforth finally woke them and sent them on their way. Draco kissed Arthur and thanked him for the amazing experience.
As Arthur held him, Draco whispered in his ear, “Once is not enough. I never wanted it to end, but if you don’t want to,” Draco hesitated, “I’ll understand. I just wanted you to know how I feel.”
Draco looked up into Arthur’s eyes. He noted the stunned expression on the older man’s face, so he put every ounce of feeling into their last kiss before Apparating away.
Arthur smiled and touched a finger to his lips, tracing the sweet outline of the kiss.
~~~~~~
Severus paced back and forth across the living room in agitation. The look on his face bordered on panic as Luna watched him from the doorway.
“Severus, what ever is the matter?” she asked.
Severus stopped in his tracks and turned toward his fiancée. “Draco did not come home last night. It’s late in the afternoon and I have not heard a word from him. Something must be wrong. He should have Fire-called by now.”
Luna crossed the floor and wrapped her arms around Severus’ neck, kissing him sweetly on the cheek. “Draco is fine, Dear. Trust me.”
“How do you know? Have you spoken to him?”
“No, but that’s all right. I placed a tracking spell on him when he started going out again. I know exactly where he is.”
“A tracking spell?” Severus asked. “I should have thought of that myself. Are you sure you were never a spy?”
Luna laughed. “No, Dear, I was never a spy, but I’ve been living with a former spy long enough to know how things are done. I just checked on his location, and I can say without a doubt that Draco should be home any moment.
“Cheeky girl,” Severus smirked. “I don’t know how I’ve managed all these years without you.”
“Neither do I, Love.” Luna replied as she pulled her lover’s head down for a proper snog.
Severus eyes narrowed as Draco walked into the room wearing a sappy grin on his face.
“Nice of you to join us,” Severus said as he untangled himself from Luna’s embrace.
“Ah, sorry about that, but I was kind of tied up.” Draco replied.
Luna giggled, “Not literally, I hope?”
“No.” Draco blushed, the evidence of his tryst written all over his face.
“I see,” Severus smirked. “Well, if you’re going to be out all night again, please have the courtesy to let someone know next time.”
“I promise,” Draco said, smiling broadly.
Severus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course, he was happy to see Draco smiling. He just hoped that the boy wouldn’t get hurt. He’d been through so much these last few months.
“He’ll be fine, Love.” Luna whispered as Draco sauntered off. She gave Severus a knowing look before going back into the kitchen to finish preparing dinner.
“I wonder how she does that?” Severus mused to the empty room, but something inside him said that she was right. She was always right, it seemed.
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On a hot summer day in late June, Severus and Luna said their vows before a small intimate group of family and friends. As the happy coupled Disapparated away on their honeymoon, Draco looked out over the garden and sighed. Two strong arms wrapped around him from behind and pulled him backward against a warm chest. Draco turned his head and kissed Arthur on the lips.
“Do you suppose we’ll ever be able to have what they have?” Draco asked.
“I believe we are getting closer all the time. Look at it this way,” Arthur smirked, “Ron doesn’t knock you down and try to strangle you anymore.”
Draco laughed. “I suppose that is something.”
“Ah, great progress, in my opinion, great progress.” Arthur grinned.
Fini
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Author/Artist: sweetmelodykiss
Title: Surviving the Aftermath
Rating: R
Pairings: Arthur Weasley/Draco Malfoy Secondary Pairing: Severus Snape/Luna Lovegood
Word Count: 5851
Warnings: AU, Post War, Character death (not the main pairing), rimming, virgin Draco
Summary: Out of grief springs hope.
Author's/Artist's Notes:I want to thank my wonderful beta angela_snape for whipping this story into shape and for also giving me the fabulous title.
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A cloud of grey-black smoke poured from the crumbling Ministry building. Dozens of onlookers stared in shock and disbelief. Those who were able to flee the building did so quickly. Others remained trapped inside as the smoke and flames escalated upward. A second explosion tore through the back half of the structure. Bystanders screamed and darted for cover as debris and shattered glass flew toward them.
Severus coughed and choked on the toxic fumes as he tried to make his way through the black haze. His left foot encountered a large mass that moaned when he gently nudged it. Severus knelt down next to the injured person, trying to ascertain the extent of his injuries.
“Arthur, can you hear me?” Severus asked as he finally got a good look at the fallen victim. “Come now, can you stand? We’ve got to get out of here.”
“Go on, Severus, just leave me. I can’t feel my legs. Save yourself before it’s too late.”
“Nonsense, man, I’m not going anywhere without you.” Severus said as he levitated Arthur Weasley up into the air and quickly propelled him out of the burning building.
“Molly, where is Molly?” Arthur moaned.
“I don’t know, Arthur, but I promise I will try to find her.”
Severus laid Arthur down on the ground in front of the assembling medical personnel and turned back toward the inferno that once was the Ministry of Magic.
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Severus covered his nose and mouth with his sleeve as he pushed forward through the billowing smoke. His eyes burned, but he kept moving forward. He could hear cries and running feet as the victims tried to find their way out of the death trap.
Suddenly, a figure dressed in white appeared before him, running headlong in to him and almost knocking him off his feet.
“Professor,” the girl gasped. “Come this way, Sir. The Minister is injured.”
“Miss Lovegood, what are you doing here? You must get out now. Follow me and I will lead you to safety.”
“No. I can’t leave Minister Shacklebolt. I don’t have the strength to move him. I lost my wand in the explosion.”
Severus debated with himself for only a moment before trudging on through the solid curtain of blackness with the blonde girl leading the way.
Debris fell all around them as they turned and entered an office on their right. The fire raged out of control until almost everything around them was engulfed in flames.
“Over here,” the girl cried. “The Minister is here.”
“Kingsley, are you conscious?” Severus shouted.
“Yes, yes, but I can’t walk. I think my leg is broken. A falling beam hit me. Forget about me, Snape. I was talking to Molly Weasley when the explosion occurred. She’s under all that rubble. Please help her.”
Severus aimed his wand at the large pile of debris and began levitating the stones away from the area that Kingsley had indicated. Once he reached the bottom of the heap, it was painfully obvious that he was too late. Severus turned and faced the north wall. He pointed his wand at it and shouted an incantation. The wall before him blew outward, revealing bright sunlight that belied the tragedy unfolding within.
Severus gave over his wand to the Lovegood girl and told her to levitate Kingsley out of the building as he reached down and scooped up the broken body of Molly Weasley.
As Severus walked across the rubble and into the fresh air, he took a few faltering steps before collapsing. He didn’t know anything else until he awoke a day later in St. Mungo’s burn ward.
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“What happened?” Arthur groaned as he stared into the frightened eyes of his youngest son. He’d been unconscious for two days. His injuries were extensive, but not fatal, thanks to Snape. Ron clasped his father’s outstretched hand and sighed with relief.
“There… there was an explosion,” Ron tried to explain. “It was bad, Dad, very bad.”
“Ah, I remember, kind of. Where is your mother? Was she injured?”
Ron’s face suddenly went white with anguish, and in that brief instant, Arthur knew that his beloved Molly was dead.
Arthur felt like the air was being forcibly ripped from his lungs and his ears pounded as all the blood rushed to his head. He couldn’t hear Ron speaking anymore. He remembered Snape saying that he was going to look for Molly, but his attempt must have failed.
“Dad, please, please, can you hear me?” Ron pleaded as he watched his father collapse inward on himself.
“I hear you, son.” Arthur finally replied after what seemed like forever. “Tell me what happened. Tell me everything. Severus pulled me out of the wreckage. Is he all right?”
Ron let out a heavy breath. “Gods, yes, Snape is fine. He’s in the burn unit. He had some severe burns, but he’s healing. He went back into the Ministry after he rescued you. He saved some others too before he succumbed to his injuries. He’s the one that brought out Mum’s body.” Ron said as he started to cry.
“It’s all right, son. Hush now. Your mum wouldn’t want grief. She’d want a celebration of her life. Bloody Ministry, if they hadn‘t had their Anti-Disapparation wards in place, maybe your mother could have gotten out of there.”
“I know, Dad. It’s just such a waste. All those lives lost for nothing. I’m so angry, Dad. I want to hurt somebody.”
“Easy now, Ron, take it easy. What happened? What caused the explosion?”
Ron’s face was thunderous. Arthur could see the rage lying just below the surface as his son shook with barely controlled fury.
“I don’t know where to begin. It’s so insidious. We can’t even bring the guilty party to justice because he died in the explosion.”
“Who is responsible, Ron?”
“Lucius Malfoy is responsible. He’d been planning this ever since the fall of Voldemort. He was crazy, Dad. He brought his whole family to the Ministry that day and then set off the explosions.”
“Are they sure?” Arthur asked. Who in their right mind would kill their entire family? Arthur thought.
“They’re sure, Dad. They found all the evidence at Malfoy Manor.”
“Dear Merlin, that is horrendous. I can’t believe that Lucius would deliberately kill Narcissa and Draco.”
“Well, he tried to… Draco survived. He’s in a room on the floor below us.”
“The boy’s alive?” Arthur asked.
“Yes,” Ron replied angrily, “but if I had my way, I would kill him with my bare hands.”
“Stop, Ronald. Do we even know if the boy was involved?”
Ron mumbled something under his breath and looked down at his feet.
“What was that, Ron?”
“The Aurors say no. They tested him under Veritaserum and he passed. He said he didn’t know anything about it, but I find that very difficult to believe.”
“Ron, it’s impossible to falsify the results of Veritaserum. You know that.”
“I know, but if there was a way to do it, a Malfoy would find it.”
“Please, Ron, try and let it go. We have other things to think about. Where are your brothers and sister?”
“They’re at the Burrow preparing for Mums funeral. We’ve held off. We’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”
“How soon can I be released? I don’t feel too bad physically.”
“Soon, I think. The Healers explained to us that you had a mild head injury. Apparently, it caused some swelling in the brain. They also removed a shard of glass from your back.”
“My legs, I couldn’t feel them right after the explosion?”
“The Healers said that the paralysis was only temporary. Once they removed the glass, feeling returned to your legs. They tested you while you were unconscious.”
“Then start making arrangements for my release. We have… a celebration to plan.”
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Hundreds of people turned out at the Burrow to pay their final respects to the strong-willed matriarch of the Weasley clan. Eulogies went on for hours as Arthur listened to them all stoically. By the time everyone had left and all was said and done, Arthur was physically and mentally exhausted, but sleep would not come. He lay awake, gently stroking the side of the bed where his Molly had once slept beside him and wondered how life would go on without her.
Arthur tried to pull himself together long enough to attend the funerals of the other victims from the Ministry explosion. Several Aurors had lost their lives in the blast and fourteen other Ministry workers died that day as well. So much grief, caused by a single deranged pureblood, left everyone with a bad taste in their mouths and a sick feeling in the pit of their stomachs. Afterwards, Arthur retreated to the Burrow and hid from the outside world in an attempt to escape his overwhelming grief.
The Ministry confiscated all of the Malfoy holdings, bank accounts, and property to subsidise the rebuilding of the Ministry of Magic. Draco was left penniless and bereft of family and home. Shunned by most everyone in the magical world, Draco Malfoy was reduced to living with his Godfather, the only person who was willing to take him in. Severus Snape could not leave Draco to the streets or an angry mob. He cared for the boy, and he firmly believed that Draco had nothing to do with his father’s twisted design.
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Months later, Arthur was lounging in the living room, dressing gown still on and feet propped up, when he heard a knock at his front door. He’d been remiss in his duties since Molly’s death. He couldn’t care less about what was going on around him. He didn’t go to work. He didn’t interact with his children, and he rarely ever left the Burrow, except for his late-night forays to the Hog's Head, to drown his sorrows in firewhisky. His children were worried, and they had tried to intervene, but Arthur wanted no part of it. He sank further into the depths of depression as his alcohol consumption increased exponentially.
Arthur groaned loudly. He didn’t have the energy to deal with visitors today. It had been six months--to the day--since his wife’s death and meddling do-gooders were the last thing that he needed.
The pounding on the door became more insistent and Arthur huffed in exasperation as he pushed himself up off the couch. He was shocked when he flung open the door and found an irritated Severus Snape standing on his doorstep.”
“Ah… my… Severus…” Arthur stammered incoherently.
“It is good to see you as well, Arthur.” Snape said as he pushed past the wide-eyed man, letting himself in without a proper invitation.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Severus, but I wasn’t expecting visitors. I’d offer you some tea, but I’m not sure if I have any.”
“It is not necessary, Arthur. Do not put yourself out on my account. May I sit down?”
“Of course, where are my manners? You’ve caught me a bit off guard, I’m afraid.”
“I’m sorry that I didn’t call ahead, but I’m rather pressed for time.” Severus replied as he seated himself on the couch.
Arthur forced a smile and sat down next to Snape. “So, what brings you here today?”
“Some of your progeny have expressed concerns over your recent behaviour. They’re worried about you, Arthur.”
“Nonsense! I’m perfectly fine. They simply have to stop meddling in my affairs. I’m sorry they bothered you with such drivel.”
“Is it drivel? From what I can see, you do not look fine. The Ministry could have used your help during its reconstruction, but Kingsley says he has seen neither hide nor hair of you. Repeated attempts on the Minister’s part to entice you back to work seem to have failed miserably. Are you planning on retiring, Arthur?”
“No,” Arthur sighed. “I just haven’t felt like going to work. It’s an adjustment, you know. That particular job holds some bad memories for me. I will go back to work eventually, but right now I need my solitude to work through these issues.”
“Arthur, your children are worried that you are drinking too much. Is this true?”
“Severus, you needn’t concern yourself with my life. From what I hear, you have a full plate of your own. You can imagine my surprise when I received your wedding invitation. After all the years, it was the last thing that I expected. What made you decide to finally take a bride?”
“Freedom, Arthur, freedom from a life of lies. Being a spy for so many years made it impossible to maintain a relationship. Anyone who did get close to me would have been in immediate danger. After Lily’s death, I vowed never to let anyone close again, but now, things are different.”
“Miss Lovegood,” Arthur chuckled. “I must admit; she is a beauty. I wish you all the luck and happiness in the world. I owe you my life, Severus. I am grateful for that.”
“Thank you, Arthur. I realize that my choice in a mate might seem a bit unorthodox, considering our great age difference, but I’ve come to appreciate Luna very much. She stayed with me at St. Mungo’s while I was recuperating, and well, as you said, she is quite lovely.”
“It’s not anyone’s business but yours who your choice of a mate is, Severus. As long as you have love and consideration for each other, then nothing else matters. However, I do hope that you will receive your mate’s shortcomings with patience and understanding.”
“I will take that advice to heart. I know that I am not the easiest person in the world to live with,” Severus smirked. “Arthur, I can’t imagine how difficult it must be for you after being married to Molly for so many years, but she would want you to go on with your life. I will not be pestering you again about this. You’re a grown man, and I trust that you will find the strength to get through this difficult time. I just wish that Draco had half as much intestinal fortitude as you do.”
“Ah, I’ve been meaning to enquire after the boy. I hope you know that I harbour no ill will toward Draco. I do not believe that he knew what his father was planning. He is not doing well then?” Arthur asked with genuine concern.
“No, not well at all.” Severus said shaking his head sadly. “He’s drinking heavily. No one will hire him. He’s afraid to leave Spinners End for fear of bodily harm. I tried to procure him a position at Hogwarts, but Minerva did not think it would be a good idea, not with Potter and Granger working there.”
“She is probably right. Ronald is still very angry. Given the chance, I honestly think that he would hurt young Mr. Malfoy.”
“Indeed, that is why I did not plead Draco’s case. I’m in the process of establishing my own apothecary, and I will employ the boy myself. I think it will be safer that way. I will need an assistant brewer and Draco is a very skilled potions maker.”
“That’s an excellent idea, Severus. I would hate to see any harm come to the boy. We’ve all been through enough and it’s time to move on.”
“I could not agree more, Arthur. Those are words to live by,” Severus stated, staring pointedly at Arthur. “May I expect you at the wedding?” Severus asked as he stood up.
“I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” Arthur replied with a smile.
“Excellent! Thank you for seeing me, but I must be going now. Take care of yourself, Arthur, and I will speak with you again soon. Please, don’t get up.” Severus waved. “I’ll just show myself out.”
Severus reached down and shook Arthur’s hand.
“I’m glad you came over, Severus. It was very nice chatting with you. Good day to you.”
“Good day, Arthur.” Severus said as he turned toward the door, robes billowing around him in a flurry, as he left Arthur with quite a lot to think about.
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Draco sat at the bar sipping on his third drink of the evening. He’d gotten so lonely stuck inside Spinners End that he finally decided to venture out into the world once more. He’d been going to the Hog's Head for a few weeks now. It offered him a safe harbour. Aberforth Dumbledore didn’t judge him, and anyone who attempted to harass him was quickly run off the premises. Draco could drink in peace at the Hog's Head and get away from Severus and the blonde twit for a few hours.
Honestly though, Luna wasn’t that bad. She was ditzy and odd, but she always treated him with kindness and respect. Severus could’ve done worse in his choice of a mate. She’d worked very hard helping to set up the new apothecary. They all had. In just three days time, the shop would be open for business. Draco would be brewing potions in the back with Severus, while Luna took care of the customers. It seemed like the perfect arrangement all around.
“Murderer,” a passing patron snarled viciously at Draco.
Draco stiffened, hand reaching for his wand, but it was unnecessary. Aberforth already had his wand pointed at the man’s throat.
“Out,” the old man growled menacingly. “Out now, before I hex your balls off.”
Draco smirked as the hooligan turned and ran for his life. “Thank you,” Draco said as he ordered another drink.
“I won’t allow that kind of thing in my establishment. You have as much right to drink here as anybody else.”
“I appreciate that. Gods, you have no idea how much.”
“Well, just maybe I do.” Aberforth said with an almost reminiscent twinkle. It even made Draco smile. He didn’t smile often, but on that rare occasion, it was usually Aberforth who could bring it out of him.
Draco’s situation had changed drastically. The smug, arrogant brat of the past fled the day he woke up in St. Mungo’s surrounded by Aurors. He had a lot more respect for life now. His quick wit and stinging jibes fell by the wayside in the face of all the suffering that his father had caused. Unfortunately, no one but Severus wanted to give this Draco a chance. He had a permanent stain on his soul that could never be washed away.
A hand laid gently on his shoulder startled Draco out of his thoughts.
“Hello, Draco,” a soft voice murmured. “May I sit next to you?”
Draco looked up into compassionate brown eyes. He knew immediately that he wasn’t in any danger. Aberforth never batted an eyelash, simply sat a drink down in front of Arthur Weasley and walked back to the other end of the bar.
“Hello, Mr. Weasley,” Draco responded looking away. “Um, how are you, Sir?”
“I am doing better, Draco, and please, do call me Arthur. How are you?” Arthur asked as he took the seat next to Draco.
“I’m fine.” Draco replied without much conviction.
“Really? That’s good to hear. How’s the apothecary going?”
“Very well, Arthur. We’re all set for the grand opening in three days. Severus is getting anxious.”
“I’m sure he is. He deserves this for the countless sacrifices he’s made over the course his life. I’m looking forward to attending his upcoming wedding. How is Miss Lovegood?”
“She’s great. They’re both very happy. It looks good on Severus. I’ve never seen him truly happy before.”
“And you, Draco, are you happy?” Arthur asked.
Draco looked into his drink. He couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact with Arthur. The fact that his father was responsible for Molly Weasley’s death was making it difficult to hold a conversation with the man. Guilt overwhelmed Draco almost every day, and some days he just didn’t know if he wanted to go on living.
“Draco,” Arthur gently probed. “Talk to me.”
Draco turned, looking Arthur in the eye for the first time, but he didn’t know what to say. A lump formed in his throat and his vision suddenly turned bleary as tears threatened to spill forth.
Arthur took hold of Draco’s arm and led him to a secluded booth at the back of the room. Aberforth followed with their drinks and then quickly left the pair alone.
“Draco, the explosion wasn’t your fault. I know a lot of people have made you feel as though it is, but you must not listen to them. I do not blame you for Molly’s death. You cannot be held accountable for the sins of your father.” Arthur said firmly.
Tears finally broke the surface and rolled down Draco’s cheeks. He hadn’t expected such kindness from Arthur Weasley, but it comforted him more that anything else had. Knowing that Arthur didn’t blame him for his wife’s death eased some of the burden on his tortured soul.
“Hush, now, Draco. No more tears,” Arthur said, taking hold of Draco’s hand. “If you let it, the guilt will eat you alive.
“Thank you.” Draco sniffed. “I am very sorry for your loss. If I could’ve stopped my father, I would have. If I’d only known what he was going to do. I’m so angry with him. I can’t see past it.”
“Understandable, but there was nothing you could’ve done to prevent it. The burden is not yours to bear. You need to go on with living. You have a bright future ahead of you, and I for one am not going to let you throw it all away.”
Draco smiled.
The conversation and the drinks flowed well into the wee hours of the morning. Arthur hadn’t been to the Hog's Head in many weeks, not since his talk with Severus. He’d decided to take the man’s advice and pull himself together for Molly’s sake and the sake of the children. He had returned to work at the Ministry, much to Kingsley’s delight. Arthur didn’t know what made him stop at the Hog's Head this evening, but something had compelled him. He was very glad now that he had, even though by this point, he was stupidly drunk and giggling with an even drunker Draco Malfoy. Thank the gods that he didn’t have to go to work tomorrow, but he wasn’t quite sure how he was going to get home. Neither he nor Draco were in any condition to Apparate. Fortunately, Aberforth took care of that. He had one room left. The old man shook his head in amusement as he dumped the inebriated sods on the bed and left the room chuckling.
“Should prove interesting,” Aberforth laughed to himself.
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Arthur woke up with his head pounding and a foul smell in his nostrils. A warm body pressed close against him and groaned painfully when Arthur tried to extricate himself. He looked down at the blond head resting on his chest while the events of the previous night started to come back to him.
“Ugh, what’s that smell?” The blond head moaned.
“I believe it is goat.” Arthur replied.
“Smells like wet goat. The whole bloody place smells like wet goat.” Draco complained.
“I’d have to agree, wet goat indeed.”
“Oh my God,” Draco gasped and lifted his head off Arthur’s chest. “Ah, I’m so sorry.” Draco said as he rolled off Arthur.
“It’s all right. We were both very drunk last night. Aberforth must have put us to bed. My head is splitting,” Arthur groaned.
“Mine too,” Draco said as he threw his arm over his face. “I feel like I’ve been hexed.”
Arthur ventured a look at the bedside table. He needed water. His mouth felt like the Sahara Desert. Thank the gods for Aberforth, Arthur thought. He found a pitcher of cold water, two Sober-up potions, two Hangover potions, and two Pepper-up potions. All were a welcome sight to Arthur’s bloodshot eyes.
Arthur downed his potions in quick succession and then raised Draco’s head up off the pillow. “Here, take these. I promise they’ll make you feel much better.”
Draco gratefully drank the offered potions and then lay back again in Arthur’s strong arms. He thought that he should probably move off the man, but he felt so warm and safe.
Draco sighed. “I should get up. Severus will be worried.”
“Yes, I should get up too, but I really don’t have the energy to move right now.”
“Me either,” Draco chuckled. He turned in Arthur’s arms and looked him in the eye. “Thanks for last night.”
Arthur smiled. “You’re welcome, Draco, but if you keep looking at me like that, I might get the wrong idea.”
Draco pressed his body closer to Arthur’s and lightly rested his hand on the older man’s hip. “Would that be so terrible?” Draco whispered.
Arthur’s heart rate sped up. The look on Draco’s face was angelic, but wicked in its smouldering innocence. Arthur had to admit, the boy was beautiful. His pale blond locks just grazed the top of his shoulders and those silver-blue eyes burned through his soul with hot intensity.
Arthur let out a shaky breath and slowly leaned down to taste Draco’s perfectly heart shaped lips. The kiss was soft, a ghost of a touch, a breath of air that pleaded for more.
Draco moaned at the slight touch and wrapped his arms around Arthur’s neck, pulling him on top of him. Arthur nuzzled at the nape of Draco’s neck before tearing himself away.
“Draco, I’m very flattered, but you don’t have to do this. I am old, out of shape, and jaded by years of war. You need someone who will appreciate all the things you have to offer.”
Draco went still beneath Arthur. He knew rejection when he saw it. “I’m sorry, Arthur. You must think I am a slut, but it is not like that. I’ve never been with anyone.” Draco blushed. “I want my first time to be special. I would like my first time to be with you, but if you do not want me, I understand. A lot has happened, and I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want anything to do with me.”
Arthur’s eyes widened. A gift, he thought. Who could turn down such an offer?
Arthur stroked the side of Draco’s cheek. He would make Draco’s first time more than special. He would make it incredible, an experience that Draco could take with him and hold dear as he explored future relationships.
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Draco’s eyes glazed over as he watched the older man pull off his shirt. Draco let his hands tentatively explore the furred chest before him. He kissed Arthur's face, his eyes, his cheeks, his forehead, and his nose. He trailed kisses down Arthur's chin and throat. Arthur gently lifted Draco and pulled off his shirt as well. Once the shirt was off, Arthur ran his fingers lightly over Draco’s smooth, pale skin. He leaned down and kissed Draco sweetly. Draco could feel the other man's tongue probing, requesting entrance, and he gladly opened his mouth. Draco could feel the heat between them building.
Arthur kissed a long, wet trail down Draco’s chest. He engulfed a nipple in his mouth, laving it with his tongue. He repeated the process on the other nipple. He kissed down Draco’s stomach, stopping to undo the clasp of Draco’s trousers, sliding the fabric over long, elegant legs, as he pulled the offending garment off and dropped it on the floor. Next went the undergarment, revealing Draco’s lovely, hard prick.
Arthur nipped at the inside of Draco's thigh. He purposely ignored the shaft that bobbed before his eyes and leaned down to nuzzle Draco's heavy sac. Draco heard himself make a pleading noise and Arthur seemed to take pity on him. Arthur sucked Draco’s hard member in to his mouth, taking Draco all the way to the root. Draco hissed in pleasure as the wet mouth licked up the length of the hard ridge on the underside of his cock, gently scraping teeth over the sensitive area as he went. Arthur slid his mouth up and down the pulsing shaft, making Draco moan and shudder uncontrollably. Draco threaded his hands through Arthur’s hair, not pulling, just holding on. Arthur let go with a wet pop and crawled up Draco’s body to kiss him passionately. Draco wrapped his arms around Arthur, pulling their bodies flush.
Arthur deftly flipped his lover over onto his stomach. He kissed his way down Draco’s spine. Draco arched into the small, wet teases that Arthur was bestowing on him. Arthur massaged the two perfectly round globes as he parted them slightly. Arthur slid his tongue slowly and gently into him. Draco moaned and let his head fall onto his folded arms. Draco felt as if he was flying, soaring high above the treetops and across a cloudless sky.
Arthur’s tongue delved deep into the reaches of Draco’s body that thrummed with pleasure at his ministrations. Draco protested loudly when Arthur stopped and turned him onto his back. The older man hastily removed his own trousers and undergarments and then fumbled in the bedside drawer, hoping that he could find something to use. He wasn’t disappointed. Arthur smiled triumphantly as his hand came out clutching a tube of lubricant. Arthur squeezed some onto his fingers and entered Draco carefully, one cool, slick digit stretching. Painfully slowly, Arthur added a second finger until Draco was near mindless with pleasure. Then, just as slowly, Arthur added a third. Arthur patiently probed and stretched Draco. It was all too much as Draco bucked his hips and mewled helplessly.
Draco whimpered when the fingers receded, leaving him with an empty feeling. Soon enough though, Arthur pushed into him, filling that emptiness completely. Arthur stilled, giving Draco the time he needed to adjust to the intrusion until the younger man began thrusting back on Arthur’s thick cock. They took up a slow rhythm, moving together in a sensual dance. Arthur used one hand to balance and the other to hold onto Draco’s aching erection. A tension burned inside Draco, taut as a bowstring as his cries intensified and echoed through the dingy room. Arthur increased his pace and he struck Draco’s prostrate with each thrust. The powerful orgasm shook Draco as Arthur slammed into him. Draco’s muscles clamped tightly around Arthur’s cock and pushed him over the edge of oblivion as they came almost in unison. They collapsed together, panting hard, and trembling with satiation.
“Beautiful,” Draco murmured.
“Beautiful, indeed,” Arthur echoed.
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When their shared climax had passed, Arthur rolled to his side and pulled Draco into a desperate embrace, wanting to be so close that they might melt into one body. He loved the feeling of holding the younger man next him as their breathing slowly returned to normal. It was an amazing feeling, to hold and to be held. Arthur had missed this connection. He wanted to share that thought with Draco, to tell him everything he felt, but he didn’t want to be presumptuous. Arthur didn’t want to let go of Draco, but he knew that it couldn’t last. Arthur sighed sadly, as the warmth of Draco’s body gradually lulled him back to sleep.
They slept for a few more hours before Aberforth finally woke them and sent them on their way. Draco kissed Arthur and thanked him for the amazing experience.
As Arthur held him, Draco whispered in his ear, “Once is not enough. I never wanted it to end, but if you don’t want to,” Draco hesitated, “I’ll understand. I just wanted you to know how I feel.”
Draco looked up into Arthur’s eyes. He noted the stunned expression on the older man’s face, so he put every ounce of feeling into their last kiss before Apparating away.
Arthur smiled and touched a finger to his lips, tracing the sweet outline of the kiss.
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Severus paced back and forth across the living room in agitation. The look on his face bordered on panic as Luna watched him from the doorway.
“Severus, what ever is the matter?” she asked.
Severus stopped in his tracks and turned toward his fiancée. “Draco did not come home last night. It’s late in the afternoon and I have not heard a word from him. Something must be wrong. He should have Fire-called by now.”
Luna crossed the floor and wrapped her arms around Severus’ neck, kissing him sweetly on the cheek. “Draco is fine, Dear. Trust me.”
“How do you know? Have you spoken to him?”
“No, but that’s all right. I placed a tracking spell on him when he started going out again. I know exactly where he is.”
“A tracking spell?” Severus asked. “I should have thought of that myself. Are you sure you were never a spy?”
Luna laughed. “No, Dear, I was never a spy, but I’ve been living with a former spy long enough to know how things are done. I just checked on his location, and I can say without a doubt that Draco should be home any moment.
“Cheeky girl,” Severus smirked. “I don’t know how I’ve managed all these years without you.”
“Neither do I, Love.” Luna replied as she pulled her lover’s head down for a proper snog.
Severus eyes narrowed as Draco walked into the room wearing a sappy grin on his face.
“Nice of you to join us,” Severus said as he untangled himself from Luna’s embrace.
“Ah, sorry about that, but I was kind of tied up.” Draco replied.
Luna giggled, “Not literally, I hope?”
“No.” Draco blushed, the evidence of his tryst written all over his face.
“I see,” Severus smirked. “Well, if you’re going to be out all night again, please have the courtesy to let someone know next time.”
“I promise,” Draco said, smiling broadly.
Severus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course, he was happy to see Draco smiling. He just hoped that the boy wouldn’t get hurt. He’d been through so much these last few months.
“He’ll be fine, Love.” Luna whispered as Draco sauntered off. She gave Severus a knowing look before going back into the kitchen to finish preparing dinner.
“I wonder how she does that?” Severus mused to the empty room, but something inside him said that she was right. She was always right, it seemed.
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On a hot summer day in late June, Severus and Luna said their vows before a small intimate group of family and friends. As the happy coupled Disapparated away on their honeymoon, Draco looked out over the garden and sighed. Two strong arms wrapped around him from behind and pulled him backward against a warm chest. Draco turned his head and kissed Arthur on the lips.
“Do you suppose we’ll ever be able to have what they have?” Draco asked.
“I believe we are getting closer all the time. Look at it this way,” Arthur smirked, “Ron doesn’t knock you down and try to strangle you anymore.”
Draco laughed. “I suppose that is something.”
“Ah, great progress, in my opinion, great progress.” Arthur grinned.
Fini
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