LOG 15 July
WHO: Harry grimm_godson, Celeste, Draco silver-snark
WHAT: Ten Year Event, Past!Draco
WHEN: July 15
WHERE: Malfoy Manor
WHY: Harry's got to convince Past!Draco that he's not the Harry he knew, that he loves him, and that they're together. Past!Draco doesn't trust him... but it doesn't mean he won't shag him.
WITH: lots of wibbles, and a bit of shagging at the end.
Harry sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes on Draco, his fingers ghosting over his hair as he watched.
Cho had taken Violetta to the playroom nursery where she was watching baby Lyra, and so Celeste sat at the foot of the bed. "If I find out whomever caused this, they had better stay far far from my reach," she said with a sigh. "He should wake soon. Once I've convinced him you mean no ill, he should be somewhat more reasonable."
He nodded, "hopefully, I had no idea what he was talking about."
"I do," she said softly.
He looked at her softly his fingers stroking Draco's cheeks. "What is it?"
"It was two nights before Auror Potter was to marry Ginny Weasley. He was twenty-three, I think. He fancied him something fierce for years, I honestly don't know how long - could be forever for all I know. Anyhow, Draco happened to be at the same pub Potter was having his stag night at. Everyone else was heading home, and Potter decided to stay just a bit longer. I don't know many details, but he took Draco up to a room and the two shagged until dawn. When Potter kicked Draco out, telling him never to speak of that insanity again. He tried to get him to see reason, that if he enjoyed what they'd done so much, perhaps he shouldn't be marrying Miss Weasley - that's how he got that scar, there," she stood and walked to the bed, lifting aside some of the hair at his temple. It was well hidden unless you knew where to look for it, but it was indeed a scar. "Draco agreed to the arrangement to marry me the day after Potter married." She sighed, shaking her head and went to sit back down. "He's hated Mrs. Potter ever since, and has always done his best to stay as far from Auror Potter as possible. He'd been drifting so long... I was so glad when you came into his life, Harry - so very glad for him."
He frowned softly shaking his head. "But that's...I'd never do anything like that..."
"You wouldn't. A Harry who was determined to do what was expected of him and marry his highschool sweetheart did. Draco needs to understand you aren't him, but he doesn't trust easily - not usually."
He sighed leaning over and kissing the top of Draco's head where the scar lay. He then sat up, "thanks for telling me. At least I know what I'm dealing with now."
"That you do. I've taken the liberty of procuring a never-used penseive, perhaps it will help you-" she paused as Draco began stirring.
"Thank You." He murmured before looking at Draco watching him quietly.
Draco scowled as he woke, and opened his eyes. Seeing Harry, he jumped back, nearly falling off the bed. He glanced around and saw his wife. "Celeste. Why is Potter in my bedroom?"
"Because I invited him in, Darling."
Draco growled very quietly under his breath, narrowing his eyes at Harry. "Out."
"Now now, Darling - that's very rude. He's only here to try and help. You'd forgotten about Lyra, it only stands to reason you've forgotten other things as well."
Harry frowned softly watching him, "Draco...Celeste told me...I never. I'd never do such a thing. Look I don't even have a ring." He replied showing his hands.
"Rings can be removed," Draco said, crossing his arms as a barrier between them.
Harry frowned, "Look there's not a tan line. And look at me, I'm nineteen, I'm not 24 or 48 or however you see me. "
"I'm thirty - if what you say was happening were, I'd be arrested."
Celeste coughed, "Darling, you're forty-one."
HArry looked at him, "Draco..." He looked at him with a sigh, "I...would never do such a thing. Admittedly I am doing auror training but Ginny and I broke up after the war.
Draco narrowed his eyes. "You're the biggest closet-case I've ever met."
"What? How am I a closet case I'm with you!"
"Draco, just listen to him. Have I ever lied to you about any of the men you've bedded?"
"No," he said sullenly.
"Then believe me when I tell you this man here, this Harry Potter, is not only with you, but a keeper." She smacked him over the head with her fan. "I'll be in the nursery - if you blow up the room, it's your own fault, you stubborn man." With that, out she swept.
Draco eyed Harry.
Harry looked at him, "I brought Violetta." He replied softly his eyes dropping to the coverlet picking at it gently "Draco...I do love you. I'm so sorry what you went through. "
"I don't need, nor want, your pity, Potter."
"IT's not pity! Kitten it's...I'm sorry any incarnation of me hurt you like that."
Draco frowned. "Prove it."
He stared at him, "How?" He asked softly
"How indeed. As you can see, we are at an impasse. You have no way to prove to me you are who you say we are, and I'm disinclined to believe anything you say."
He frowned chewing on his lip "What if I proclaim it publically. Tell the world I love you."
"Easily believed to be a Gryffindor prank. You could let me in your mind."
Harry nodded, "Alright." He replied softly, "Oh! Celeste left a pensieve if you want to use that."
"That ought to be simple enough - I doubt you're capable of realistically falsifying a memory."
He nodded lifting his gaze, "Alright. I'm ready."
"You're trusting me to put a wand to your temple?" Draco asked.
He smiled softly and nodded, his eyes earnest, "Of course. I trust you with my life."
Draco looked at him, uncertain. "How do you know I won't hex you, or obliviate you, or something equally horrid."
"Because you've got my heart in your hands love. You won't hurt me."
"I could do it, you know," Draco said conversationally, touching his wand to Harry's temple. "Exact revenge or some such rubbish. Think on whatever it is you want me to see," he instructed, at odds with his previous taunting.
Harry took a deep breath stilling his hands as he thought back to his first kiss and before that the first time he realised he was starting to warm to him, before moving forward to touches and kisses before their first intimacy. First murmurs of love, first grapples and arguments and embraces.
Silver strands began curling around Draco's wand, and slowly he pulled the memories from Harry's mind.
Hary bit his lip closing his eyes as they were pulled from him, his hand reaching out and clasping Draco's as the final one as pulled from him.
"Potter, if you don't want your memories spilled all over the carpet, I suggest you let me place them into the Pensive."
He let go of his hand his eyes opening as he watched him silently, waiting for his verdict.
Draco set the memories into the Pensieve and watched the silver mist swirl in the basin. "Shall I watch them, then?" he asked. "Or do you wish to go with me and keep me from stumbling upon something you inadvertantly put in."
"You can watch them." He whispered. "There's nothing in there I don't trust you with."
Draco looked at him, trying to decide what Potter was up to.
He smiled softly and mortioned to thepensieve.
Draco watched him a moment longer, before clenching his wand and bending over, allowing himself to fall into the memories.
Harry moved watching the pansieve quietly his eyes on the man before him.
It took a little time to see them all, and once he had, Draco stepped back, ashen. "Untampered?" he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper, his silver eyes staring at the innocent memories floating in the penseive.
Harry nodded softly. "I...I can't be any clearer than that." He replied softly
Draco stared at him a moment longer, before flicking his wand at a cabinet in the corner, liquor and glasses floating toward him.
Harry watched him reaching out his hand in supplication.
Draco directed the drinks to pour themselves and set themselves down on the table beside the pensive. "I want to believe you," he said calmly, Malfoy mask firmly in place. "I truly do."
HArry frowned, "THen I'm not moving until you do." He replied turning Draco's hand and kissing the back of it.
"I saw... " he closed his eyes at the kiss.
"What?" He whispered agianst his skin slowly
"I saw we're engaged for a handfasting," he whispered, shivering slightly at the touch.
He nodded softly, "We are...you really did overwhelm me Draco...moved in you and Vi...and I just didn't want to let you go."
"You understand it's difficult for me to comprehend."
"I know I just..." He reached up and ran his fingers through Draco's fringe. He sighed softly watching him. "I just worry and I don't like you looking at me like I@m going to attack you or hurt you any second. "
"Despite your foolish trust and bravery in letting me see all that - I have very little reason to trust you in return." Draco fought his instinct to melt against the young Harry's touch.
"I know." He whispered watching him before sighing letting his hand drop sadly catching Draco's own and bringing it up to his mouth pressing a soft kiss on it before releasing it. "But humour me worrying about you."
"I'll pour you a drink," he offered, handing Harry one of the poured glasses and taking the other for himself.
He smiled softly <" Thanks." He murmured, "I don't drink much." He replied softly.
"I need one, and it would be impolite not to offer. If you'd rather something else, I can have Niggle bring it up," he said, moving over to sit at the small table near the window, He crossed one long leg over the other and motioned Harry to the other chair. "Though I am curious about one detail, Potter."
He sat down and shook his head, "It's alright," he replied sipping at it before looking at him, "What is it."
"I haven't had that full a head of hair in at least five years or so and I look younger than I am now; which, if what you all have been saying is to believe, I ought to be another ten years older. Tell me, why am I younger in your memories? How am I to know you didn't give me fantasies for the penseive instead?"
"Umm well you never really explained it to me, I've always seen you like that, you see, but you said it was a timeturner accident or something."
"Nonsense, all the time turners were destroyed at the end of our fifth year - there are only a few left, and they would never be accessible to me..." his voice trailed off. "Ah."
He blinked and looked at him, "Ah?" He asked
"If I got one in Knockturn Alley, it would make sense that an accident would occur. Certainly I must have been desperate, to do something so idiotic," he hmphed and drank from his glass.
He shrugged, "mid life crisis?"
Draco gave him a baleful look, "I'm not going to respond to that."
He chuckled and looked at him, "THat didn't even make a little smile?"
"Malfoys do not have midlife crises."
"I dunno...new hair and a boyfriend young enough to be your son." He teased
"Clearly I go mad in the future."
He laughed, "No I rather like you going out with me." He replied with a soft smile.
"Soft spot for nutters, have you?'
"Soft spot for you," he whispered watching him reaching for his hand again.
Draco didn't pull away this time, watching Harry guardedly.
He smiled looking at him warmly, "THanks." He whispered playing with hsi hands as he glanced down at them. "I always loved your hands...their just gorgeous."
Draco raised an eyebrow, his own eyes travelling over Harry's face in attempt to read him.
HArry just looked at his hands happily, "Long arty fingers." He murmured before dropping his head and kissing the back of his hand.
"I'm not much of a visual artist," Draco murmured, a tingle running up his arm.
"Oh you'd be surprised what you can do with body chocolate and a brush."
Draco's eyebrows raised, and if his hairline hadn't already done so, would have met it. "I never took you one for adventuresome intimacy."
He smiled a little, "Only with you." He whispered with a cheeky grin.
"Unbelievable," he murmured, taking another drink.
He blushed, "Why is it unbelievable?"
"You were raised by Muggles, correct? How believable was it to you that our world existed? The stuff of Muggle fairytales and other such rot."
"WEll yeah till I was 11." He replied smiling.
"My current position is rather similar."
"What? You think muggles don't enjoy sex?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Thick as always."
"Hey! I'm not thick, you're just not making any sense."
"Good, now I'm not the only confused wizard in the room."
"HOw is that helping anyone?"
"It makes me feel better," Draco sniffed imperiously as he refilled his glass.
He frowned softly finishing his glass before smiling and leaning over kissing the top of his head. "So I have this to look forward to do I?" He teased looking at his hair.
"Hmpfh, you'll be grey by the time you're thirty," he countered.
He blinked his eyes wide, "What?"
Draco pulled a small memory out and dropped it in the basin, he then tapped his wand to it and an image floated above the surface. Harry Potter, looking young still, but for his salt and pepper hair, walking along Diagon with a miniature him on his shoulders.
His eyes widened before he frowned, "Oh bugger."He complained
"What are you complaining about? You've kept it."
"MAybe you like it like that."
"Pardon?"
He shrugged, "The distinguished look>"
"Pardon?!"
He shrugged, "You don't like it?" He asked
Draco glanced at the floating image. "It's something I saw, a memory, nothing more."
HE frowned softly letting go of his hand. "So you just don't fancy me at all?"
"I do not fancy you," Draco lied. Or perhaps half truthed, depending on the point of view.
He frowned softly. "Oh..." He replied softly sitting back in hsi chair. "Alright..."
Draco watched him a moment. He reminded himself this wasn't the Harry Potter who denied him, and therefore really ought not be punished for something he hadn't done. "Fancy isn't a strong enough word."
He blinked looking up at him, "what?" H asked softly
"You heard me."
"Well what word would you use?"
"I cannot say, due to certain constraints."
"OH..." HE replied with a frown, "WHat constraints?"
"The contract of my marriage forbids my ability to use the word I would like to."
"Oh..the contract...it's dissolved now, you lost your magic temorarily."
"Did I?" he asked, his mouth moving slightly, before he continued, "Well, it may be for the me you know, but it isn't for me."
"Oh..." He replied before nodding, "It's how you were allowed to propose."
"Then you know my answer already, Potter."
What about the hair?" he asked
"What about your hair? You get to keep it, I don't, end of tale."
"NO I meant did you like the hair?"
"Yours?"
"YEs mine>" He asked with a smile.
"Worried the other me will leave you when you age?"
He frowned and shrugged softly, "He's...more handsome than me."
"That's ridiculous."
He shook his head, "He really is...I'm just sort of ordinary...and tiny."
"You really have no idea how utterly gorgeous you are, do you?" Draco said candidly.
He blinked at him in confusion< "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said."
"But I'm not."
"Except that you are."
HE frowned in confusion, "Now you're being daft"
"No, I'm being honest."
"Really?" He asked
"Yes, really. I have nothing to gain by stroking your ego, after all."
"Oh..." He whispered
"Surely you've been told."
"Yes but...well he's a little biased."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Well now I am telling you, Potter. You are drop-dead, fight and die-for gorgeous. Don't you forget that, either." he pointed at him sternly before drinking from his glass, leaning back in his seat and watching him.
HE blinked in surprise. "Oh...thank you."
"You're quite welcome."
He smiled and took his hand squeezing it gently.
Draco slowly smiled back.
He smiled a little and leaned forward, "May I?" He asked before pressing a chaste kiss on his lips.
Draco froze against the touch, then whimpered slightly, closing his eyes and softening his mouth, kissing him back just as chastely.
He smiled softly, "I can't bear to see you so sad...and I rather missed kissing you as soon as I see you. It doesn't feel right if I don't. " He whispered carding his fingers through his hair.
He kept his eyes closed, breathing him in, unable to stop from leaning into his touch. "He's lucky to have you," he said quietly.
"You'll have me too, soon enough." he whispered.
"Ten years, hm?"
He nodded, "Then I'm all yours Kitten" He whispered.
"I can wait another ten years," he murmured.
He smiled softly, "Good because in your time I'm 9."
"That is even more disturbing."
See," e replied with a soft fond smile
"Maybe that's why I appear younger - to make it less disturbing."
Maybe thats why I'll only appear to you like ths." He teased
"Like what, a cheeky teenager?" Draco replied.
"Nothing wrong with a cheeky teenager." He chuckled
"I suppose. Other than the cheeky part... and the teenager bit."
"Oi!" He replied with a laugh, "Who wouldn't want a teenager in their bedroom?"
Draco smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Who indeed?"
He rolled his eyes, "You know most people would kill for this opportunity."
"To have you in their bed? Certainly - at any age, but that dows not automatically earn you a place in mine."
He rolled his eyes, "Yes I know unless I@m thirty with greying hair you're not interested.
"You are mistaken, I'm certainly interested, but unlike my clearly addled future self, I am not going to do anything about it."
He frowned "Oh...why is your future self addled?"
Draco raised his eyebrow. "Just over twenty years is an age difference that is certainly alright in later years, but you are very young."
He looked at him, "I've lived enough>"
"More than most, but you're still young - youshould be out enjoying your life."
He smiled slowly. "Oh but I am," he replied.
"Being with a man old enough to be your father isn't out enjoying life, Potter."
He grinned, "I dunno, " he replied standing up and leaning over Draco's chair. "Going out with Draco Malfoy...is enjoying life," he whispered before kissing him.
Draco couldn't help himself kissing him back, though his eyes were wide open in surprise as he did so. He pulled back carefully. "You don't know what you're... Potter, it isn't right."
"Why not?" He whispered, kissing him again, his hand reaching up to stroke his cheek.
"If you were one of the children in my charge, I would have whomever was taking advantage of you hexed so badly they wouldn't be able to identify the body." He shivered at the touch and tried to pull away. It was wrong, right? Of course it was. Why would his future self have permitted this? Was he that weak?
But oh how much he wanted to give in.
"I'm not in your care, I'm not a child. I know what I want. I've had what I want. And I want it again," he whispered climbing onto his lap.
"Don't do this, Potter - You've obviously been hexed." Draco couldn't pull back any further in his chair, and felt deliciously trapped... Perhaps it was he who'd been hexed.
"I'm not hexed." He whispered his fingers playing with the nape of Draco's neck as he deepened the kiss his free hand pulling at his shirt buttons.
Draco squeaked unmanfully. He was the adult here, he should be in control of this situation! Oh Circe but Potter was a magnificent kisser....
Harry smiled into the kiss deepening it powerfully. "I love you>" He groaned his fingers sliding down his bare chest before pulling at his slacks unbuttoning them.
Draco returned the kiss, hands half-heartedly pushing at Harry to get off his lap, but the way he arched at his touch spoke something else altogether. It was almost begging.
Harry smiled pulling at his trousers slidig them down before his hands slipped into silk boxers.
It was so very easy to give in, and Draco's hands slid over Harry's body, re-learning him, loving every moment, every touch. He groaned and kissed back harder at Harry's touch.
He smiled his tongue plundering his before breaking it off and sliding down his chest leaving hot red marks
Draco put his hands to Harry's soft, thick hair, his head hitting the back of his chair as he basked in Harry's attention.
He smiled his eyes flicking up at him as he kissed the tip of him before llicking down the shaft.
A groan tore itself from his throat in response.
He smiled sliding his mouth over him his hand massaging his sacs gently.
Draco's legs fell further apart, giving Harry more room. The younger man obviously knew what he was doing, he thought as the heat encompassed him. And Merlin, that wicked tongue!
He groaned around him vibrating gently his fingers running along his inner thigh as he bobbed gently.
He shimmied slightly, getting one knee up and successfully out it's pant leg. He set that heel up on the chair, giving Harry access to whatever he wanted. The cheeky teen had been right - he'd kill to have Harry in his bed.
Harry smiled before pulling off licking on his fingers and sliding them in with a knowing smile.
Draco's eyes widened as he watched him, gasping quietly and drowning in Harry's wicked gaze.
Harry chuckled sliding a second finger in and then a third before pulling a sac into his mouth
Long pale fingers grasped at thick ebony hair as he watched, breathless.
Harry suckled on the other one before pulling away and turning Draco around kissing up his spine to the nape of his neck as he stood.
Draco wandlessly summoned a jar form inside his bedstand and silently offered it to Harry as he more than willingly bent and supported his balance with the chair, spreading his long pale legs and tilting his hips provacitively.
Harry smiled coating himself liberally, not wanting to hurt the blond, before he settled outside the entrance before grabbing his hips nad pushing in slow and firm.
Up until that point, Draco had only bottomed once in his life, and that was eight years ago. He stopped that train of thought right there, groaning softly and pushing back against that pleasurable slow burn.
HArry moved slowly gripping his hips as he pushed in inch by slow inch.
Once Harry was fully inside, Draco pressed back against him, feeling full and absobloodyloutely wonderful. "Move," he begged.
Harry smiled kissing the nape of his neck as his hips moved giving his rear a little slap.
Draco groaned, his head falling forward.
Harry smiled> "I know you like that." He whispered before nipping it his hands digging in before he thrusted forward.
"Fuck," Draco couldn't help himself, pushing back greedily.
Harry grinned "Oh Draco you can be louder than that." He breathed.
"Then make me be louder, Potter," he half taunted.
Harry grinned his teeth digging into the back of Draco's neck before he gripped tightly and slammed into him.
"AH!"
"Louder..>" He commanded with a joyful grin as his hips pounded into him as he suckled on his neck hungrily.
"I should... have you... thrown.... GUH...."
"Thrown where? What do ...you want...to do...to...me.." He grunted between thrusts his body flushed.
As Harry found the right angle over and over again, Draco found it increasingly difficult to string his thoughts together properly. "Ngrkk..."
He laughed thoroughly enjoying himself groaning inside the tight heat that was his lover his fingers pawing at Draco's hips before he took him in hand and stroked him in time.
"Potter! NNnnggg.." Draco was overwhelmed, assaulted with pleasure on all sides.
He smiled hungrily stroking him his mouth latched onto his neck. as he pounded him into the chair groaning deep in his chest. "Come on Kitten I want to hear you scream when you come."
"I will not," Draco gasped out stubbornly.
HArry slapped his arse and went back to his neck, "You will."
"Nng, wont."
"YES. YOU. WILL!" He commanded grinding in thrusting into him wildly.
Draco shoved the heel of his palm into his mouth, muffling his cries as he got ever closer to the edge.
"Don't you dare," He replied pulling his hand away, "Sing for me kitten."
Harry was in absolute control, and there was no way Draco could continue denying what was wrung from him - a loud scream of pleasure as he bowed over, coming so hard he saw stars.
HArry cried out in triumphant pleasure as he came releasing deeply into him with a few well timed thrusts.
Draco trembled all over, barely able to hold himself up.
HArry shuddered before he coasted to Earth wrapping his arms around Draco tightly as he rested his head on Draco's back panting.
Draco didn't want to move, wanted to bask in this moment while he could - but if he didn't lie down soon, he'd do something embarrassing, like collapse. "Bed."
The younger man smiled slipping out gently before pulling him to the bed.
He collapsed onto it before pulling Harry down, cuddling up to him and resting his head on his chest. "You've corrupted me."
Harry smiled sofly, "I corrupted you?" He asked amused.
"Obviously I had at least some morals until you came along," Draco complained.
Harry smiled kissing him slow and adoring, his fingers playing with his hair, "Nope you were completely immoral>" He whispered.
"I did not let a man young enough to be my son bugger me before, either," it was a pout this time.
He smiled softly watching him, "Well there's a first time for everything." He whispered kissing his pout.
Draco slipped a hand behind his head and kissed him back.
He smiled against his mouth settling against him, "Believe me now?" he whispered.
"I suppose."
"You suppose hmmm?"
"Indeed," Draco replied, pulling the covers back over them. "Doesn't mean I fully trust you though, Potter. Just so you know." he said as he cuddled up to him despite his words.
Harry smiled, "Awww why not?" He aked amused
"Because I'm a stubborn old man."
He laughed, "Nah I wouldn't call you old...not after that." He teased
"Shh, I need my beauty sleep. The less sleep I get, the more hair falls out."
"Awww we can't have that." He breathed playfully nibbling on his jaw before cuddling him close under the covers.
Draco smiled and closed his eyes. Maybe he'd be lucky and this won't have all been some bizarre dream.
Harry smiled happily and burrowed in content closing his eyes his arms wrapped tightly aroud the blond.
WHAT: Ten Year Event, Past!Draco
WHEN: July 15
WHERE: Malfoy Manor
WHY: Harry's got to convince Past!Draco that he's not the Harry he knew, that he loves him, and that they're together. Past!Draco doesn't trust him... but it doesn't mean he won't shag him.
WITH: lots of wibbles, and a bit of shagging at the end.
Harry sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes on Draco, his fingers ghosting over his hair as he watched.
Cho had taken Violetta to the playroom nursery where she was watching baby Lyra, and so Celeste sat at the foot of the bed. "If I find out whomever caused this, they had better stay far far from my reach," she said with a sigh. "He should wake soon. Once I've convinced him you mean no ill, he should be somewhat more reasonable."
He nodded, "hopefully, I had no idea what he was talking about."
"I do," she said softly.
He looked at her softly his fingers stroking Draco's cheeks. "What is it?"
"It was two nights before Auror Potter was to marry Ginny Weasley. He was twenty-three, I think. He fancied him something fierce for years, I honestly don't know how long - could be forever for all I know. Anyhow, Draco happened to be at the same pub Potter was having his stag night at. Everyone else was heading home, and Potter decided to stay just a bit longer. I don't know many details, but he took Draco up to a room and the two shagged until dawn. When Potter kicked Draco out, telling him never to speak of that insanity again. He tried to get him to see reason, that if he enjoyed what they'd done so much, perhaps he shouldn't be marrying Miss Weasley - that's how he got that scar, there," she stood and walked to the bed, lifting aside some of the hair at his temple. It was well hidden unless you knew where to look for it, but it was indeed a scar. "Draco agreed to the arrangement to marry me the day after Potter married." She sighed, shaking her head and went to sit back down. "He's hated Mrs. Potter ever since, and has always done his best to stay as far from Auror Potter as possible. He'd been drifting so long... I was so glad when you came into his life, Harry - so very glad for him."
He frowned softly shaking his head. "But that's...I'd never do anything like that..."
"You wouldn't. A Harry who was determined to do what was expected of him and marry his highschool sweetheart did. Draco needs to understand you aren't him, but he doesn't trust easily - not usually."
He sighed leaning over and kissing the top of Draco's head where the scar lay. He then sat up, "thanks for telling me. At least I know what I'm dealing with now."
"That you do. I've taken the liberty of procuring a never-used penseive, perhaps it will help you-" she paused as Draco began stirring.
"Thank You." He murmured before looking at Draco watching him quietly.
Draco scowled as he woke, and opened his eyes. Seeing Harry, he jumped back, nearly falling off the bed. He glanced around and saw his wife. "Celeste. Why is Potter in my bedroom?"
"Because I invited him in, Darling."
Draco growled very quietly under his breath, narrowing his eyes at Harry. "Out."
"Now now, Darling - that's very rude. He's only here to try and help. You'd forgotten about Lyra, it only stands to reason you've forgotten other things as well."
Harry frowned softly watching him, "Draco...Celeste told me...I never. I'd never do such a thing. Look I don't even have a ring." He replied showing his hands.
"Rings can be removed," Draco said, crossing his arms as a barrier between them.
Harry frowned, "Look there's not a tan line. And look at me, I'm nineteen, I'm not 24 or 48 or however you see me. "
"I'm thirty - if what you say was happening were, I'd be arrested."
Celeste coughed, "Darling, you're forty-one."
HArry looked at him, "Draco..." He looked at him with a sigh, "I...would never do such a thing. Admittedly I am doing auror training but Ginny and I broke up after the war.
Draco narrowed his eyes. "You're the biggest closet-case I've ever met."
"What? How am I a closet case I'm with you!"
"Draco, just listen to him. Have I ever lied to you about any of the men you've bedded?"
"No," he said sullenly.
"Then believe me when I tell you this man here, this Harry Potter, is not only with you, but a keeper." She smacked him over the head with her fan. "I'll be in the nursery - if you blow up the room, it's your own fault, you stubborn man." With that, out she swept.
Draco eyed Harry.
Harry looked at him, "I brought Violetta." He replied softly his eyes dropping to the coverlet picking at it gently "Draco...I do love you. I'm so sorry what you went through. "
"I don't need, nor want, your pity, Potter."
"IT's not pity! Kitten it's...I'm sorry any incarnation of me hurt you like that."
Draco frowned. "Prove it."
He stared at him, "How?" He asked softly
"How indeed. As you can see, we are at an impasse. You have no way to prove to me you are who you say we are, and I'm disinclined to believe anything you say."
He frowned chewing on his lip "What if I proclaim it publically. Tell the world I love you."
"Easily believed to be a Gryffindor prank. You could let me in your mind."
Harry nodded, "Alright." He replied softly, "Oh! Celeste left a pensieve if you want to use that."
"That ought to be simple enough - I doubt you're capable of realistically falsifying a memory."
He nodded lifting his gaze, "Alright. I'm ready."
"You're trusting me to put a wand to your temple?" Draco asked.
He smiled softly and nodded, his eyes earnest, "Of course. I trust you with my life."
Draco looked at him, uncertain. "How do you know I won't hex you, or obliviate you, or something equally horrid."
"Because you've got my heart in your hands love. You won't hurt me."
"I could do it, you know," Draco said conversationally, touching his wand to Harry's temple. "Exact revenge or some such rubbish. Think on whatever it is you want me to see," he instructed, at odds with his previous taunting.
Harry took a deep breath stilling his hands as he thought back to his first kiss and before that the first time he realised he was starting to warm to him, before moving forward to touches and kisses before their first intimacy. First murmurs of love, first grapples and arguments and embraces.
Silver strands began curling around Draco's wand, and slowly he pulled the memories from Harry's mind.
Hary bit his lip closing his eyes as they were pulled from him, his hand reaching out and clasping Draco's as the final one as pulled from him.
"Potter, if you don't want your memories spilled all over the carpet, I suggest you let me place them into the Pensive."
He let go of his hand his eyes opening as he watched him silently, waiting for his verdict.
Draco set the memories into the Pensieve and watched the silver mist swirl in the basin. "Shall I watch them, then?" he asked. "Or do you wish to go with me and keep me from stumbling upon something you inadvertantly put in."
"You can watch them." He whispered. "There's nothing in there I don't trust you with."
Draco looked at him, trying to decide what Potter was up to.
He smiled softly and mortioned to thepensieve.
Draco watched him a moment longer, before clenching his wand and bending over, allowing himself to fall into the memories.
Harry moved watching the pansieve quietly his eyes on the man before him.
It took a little time to see them all, and once he had, Draco stepped back, ashen. "Untampered?" he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper, his silver eyes staring at the innocent memories floating in the penseive.
Harry nodded softly. "I...I can't be any clearer than that." He replied softly
Draco stared at him a moment longer, before flicking his wand at a cabinet in the corner, liquor and glasses floating toward him.
Harry watched him reaching out his hand in supplication.
Draco directed the drinks to pour themselves and set themselves down on the table beside the pensive. "I want to believe you," he said calmly, Malfoy mask firmly in place. "I truly do."
HArry frowned, "THen I'm not moving until you do." He replied turning Draco's hand and kissing the back of it.
"I saw... " he closed his eyes at the kiss.
"What?" He whispered agianst his skin slowly
"I saw we're engaged for a handfasting," he whispered, shivering slightly at the touch.
He nodded softly, "We are...you really did overwhelm me Draco...moved in you and Vi...and I just didn't want to let you go."
"You understand it's difficult for me to comprehend."
"I know I just..." He reached up and ran his fingers through Draco's fringe. He sighed softly watching him. "I just worry and I don't like you looking at me like I@m going to attack you or hurt you any second. "
"Despite your foolish trust and bravery in letting me see all that - I have very little reason to trust you in return." Draco fought his instinct to melt against the young Harry's touch.
"I know." He whispered watching him before sighing letting his hand drop sadly catching Draco's own and bringing it up to his mouth pressing a soft kiss on it before releasing it. "But humour me worrying about you."
"I'll pour you a drink," he offered, handing Harry one of the poured glasses and taking the other for himself.
He smiled softly <" Thanks." He murmured, "I don't drink much." He replied softly.
"I need one, and it would be impolite not to offer. If you'd rather something else, I can have Niggle bring it up," he said, moving over to sit at the small table near the window, He crossed one long leg over the other and motioned Harry to the other chair. "Though I am curious about one detail, Potter."
He sat down and shook his head, "It's alright," he replied sipping at it before looking at him, "What is it."
"I haven't had that full a head of hair in at least five years or so and I look younger than I am now; which, if what you all have been saying is to believe, I ought to be another ten years older. Tell me, why am I younger in your memories? How am I to know you didn't give me fantasies for the penseive instead?"
"Umm well you never really explained it to me, I've always seen you like that, you see, but you said it was a timeturner accident or something."
"Nonsense, all the time turners were destroyed at the end of our fifth year - there are only a few left, and they would never be accessible to me..." his voice trailed off. "Ah."
He blinked and looked at him, "Ah?" He asked
"If I got one in Knockturn Alley, it would make sense that an accident would occur. Certainly I must have been desperate, to do something so idiotic," he hmphed and drank from his glass.
He shrugged, "mid life crisis?"
Draco gave him a baleful look, "I'm not going to respond to that."
He chuckled and looked at him, "THat didn't even make a little smile?"
"Malfoys do not have midlife crises."
"I dunno...new hair and a boyfriend young enough to be your son." He teased
"Clearly I go mad in the future."
He laughed, "No I rather like you going out with me." He replied with a soft smile.
"Soft spot for nutters, have you?'
"Soft spot for you," he whispered watching him reaching for his hand again.
Draco didn't pull away this time, watching Harry guardedly.
He smiled looking at him warmly, "THanks." He whispered playing with hsi hands as he glanced down at them. "I always loved your hands...their just gorgeous."
Draco raised an eyebrow, his own eyes travelling over Harry's face in attempt to read him.
HArry just looked at his hands happily, "Long arty fingers." He murmured before dropping his head and kissing the back of his hand.
"I'm not much of a visual artist," Draco murmured, a tingle running up his arm.
"Oh you'd be surprised what you can do with body chocolate and a brush."
Draco's eyebrows raised, and if his hairline hadn't already done so, would have met it. "I never took you one for adventuresome intimacy."
He smiled a little, "Only with you." He whispered with a cheeky grin.
"Unbelievable," he murmured, taking another drink.
He blushed, "Why is it unbelievable?"
"You were raised by Muggles, correct? How believable was it to you that our world existed? The stuff of Muggle fairytales and other such rot."
"WEll yeah till I was 11." He replied smiling.
"My current position is rather similar."
"What? You think muggles don't enjoy sex?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Thick as always."
"Hey! I'm not thick, you're just not making any sense."
"Good, now I'm not the only confused wizard in the room."
"HOw is that helping anyone?"
"It makes me feel better," Draco sniffed imperiously as he refilled his glass.
He frowned softly finishing his glass before smiling and leaning over kissing the top of his head. "So I have this to look forward to do I?" He teased looking at his hair.
"Hmpfh, you'll be grey by the time you're thirty," he countered.
He blinked his eyes wide, "What?"
Draco pulled a small memory out and dropped it in the basin, he then tapped his wand to it and an image floated above the surface. Harry Potter, looking young still, but for his salt and pepper hair, walking along Diagon with a miniature him on his shoulders.
His eyes widened before he frowned, "Oh bugger."He complained
"What are you complaining about? You've kept it."
"MAybe you like it like that."
"Pardon?"
He shrugged, "The distinguished look>"
"Pardon?!"
He shrugged, "You don't like it?" He asked
Draco glanced at the floating image. "It's something I saw, a memory, nothing more."
HE frowned softly letting go of his hand. "So you just don't fancy me at all?"
"I do not fancy you," Draco lied. Or perhaps half truthed, depending on the point of view.
He frowned softly. "Oh..." He replied softly sitting back in hsi chair. "Alright..."
Draco watched him a moment. He reminded himself this wasn't the Harry Potter who denied him, and therefore really ought not be punished for something he hadn't done. "Fancy isn't a strong enough word."
He blinked looking up at him, "what?" H asked softly
"You heard me."
"Well what word would you use?"
"I cannot say, due to certain constraints."
"OH..." HE replied with a frown, "WHat constraints?"
"The contract of my marriage forbids my ability to use the word I would like to."
"Oh..the contract...it's dissolved now, you lost your magic temorarily."
"Did I?" he asked, his mouth moving slightly, before he continued, "Well, it may be for the me you know, but it isn't for me."
"Oh..." He replied before nodding, "It's how you were allowed to propose."
"Then you know my answer already, Potter."
What about the hair?" he asked
"What about your hair? You get to keep it, I don't, end of tale."
"NO I meant did you like the hair?"
"Yours?"
"YEs mine>" He asked with a smile.
"Worried the other me will leave you when you age?"
He frowned and shrugged softly, "He's...more handsome than me."
"That's ridiculous."
He shook his head, "He really is...I'm just sort of ordinary...and tiny."
"You really have no idea how utterly gorgeous you are, do you?" Draco said candidly.
He blinked at him in confusion< "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said."
"But I'm not."
"Except that you are."
HE frowned in confusion, "Now you're being daft"
"No, I'm being honest."
"Really?" He asked
"Yes, really. I have nothing to gain by stroking your ego, after all."
"Oh..." He whispered
"Surely you've been told."
"Yes but...well he's a little biased."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Well now I am telling you, Potter. You are drop-dead, fight and die-for gorgeous. Don't you forget that, either." he pointed at him sternly before drinking from his glass, leaning back in his seat and watching him.
HE blinked in surprise. "Oh...thank you."
"You're quite welcome."
He smiled and took his hand squeezing it gently.
Draco slowly smiled back.
He smiled a little and leaned forward, "May I?" He asked before pressing a chaste kiss on his lips.
Draco froze against the touch, then whimpered slightly, closing his eyes and softening his mouth, kissing him back just as chastely.
He smiled softly, "I can't bear to see you so sad...and I rather missed kissing you as soon as I see you. It doesn't feel right if I don't. " He whispered carding his fingers through his hair.
He kept his eyes closed, breathing him in, unable to stop from leaning into his touch. "He's lucky to have you," he said quietly.
"You'll have me too, soon enough." he whispered.
"Ten years, hm?"
He nodded, "Then I'm all yours Kitten" He whispered.
"I can wait another ten years," he murmured.
He smiled softly, "Good because in your time I'm 9."
"That is even more disturbing."
See," e replied with a soft fond smile
"Maybe that's why I appear younger - to make it less disturbing."
Maybe thats why I'll only appear to you like ths." He teased
"Like what, a cheeky teenager?" Draco replied.
"Nothing wrong with a cheeky teenager." He chuckled
"I suppose. Other than the cheeky part... and the teenager bit."
"Oi!" He replied with a laugh, "Who wouldn't want a teenager in their bedroom?"
Draco smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Who indeed?"
He rolled his eyes, "You know most people would kill for this opportunity."
"To have you in their bed? Certainly - at any age, but that dows not automatically earn you a place in mine."
He rolled his eyes, "Yes I know unless I@m thirty with greying hair you're not interested.
"You are mistaken, I'm certainly interested, but unlike my clearly addled future self, I am not going to do anything about it."
He frowned "Oh...why is your future self addled?"
Draco raised his eyebrow. "Just over twenty years is an age difference that is certainly alright in later years, but you are very young."
He looked at him, "I've lived enough>"
"More than most, but you're still young - youshould be out enjoying your life."
He smiled slowly. "Oh but I am," he replied.
"Being with a man old enough to be your father isn't out enjoying life, Potter."
He grinned, "I dunno, " he replied standing up and leaning over Draco's chair. "Going out with Draco Malfoy...is enjoying life," he whispered before kissing him.
Draco couldn't help himself kissing him back, though his eyes were wide open in surprise as he did so. He pulled back carefully. "You don't know what you're... Potter, it isn't right."
"Why not?" He whispered, kissing him again, his hand reaching up to stroke his cheek.
"If you were one of the children in my charge, I would have whomever was taking advantage of you hexed so badly they wouldn't be able to identify the body." He shivered at the touch and tried to pull away. It was wrong, right? Of course it was. Why would his future self have permitted this? Was he that weak?
But oh how much he wanted to give in.
"I'm not in your care, I'm not a child. I know what I want. I've had what I want. And I want it again," he whispered climbing onto his lap.
"Don't do this, Potter - You've obviously been hexed." Draco couldn't pull back any further in his chair, and felt deliciously trapped... Perhaps it was he who'd been hexed.
"I'm not hexed." He whispered his fingers playing with the nape of Draco's neck as he deepened the kiss his free hand pulling at his shirt buttons.
Draco squeaked unmanfully. He was the adult here, he should be in control of this situation! Oh Circe but Potter was a magnificent kisser....
Harry smiled into the kiss deepening it powerfully. "I love you>" He groaned his fingers sliding down his bare chest before pulling at his slacks unbuttoning them.
Draco returned the kiss, hands half-heartedly pushing at Harry to get off his lap, but the way he arched at his touch spoke something else altogether. It was almost begging.
Harry smiled pulling at his trousers slidig them down before his hands slipped into silk boxers.
It was so very easy to give in, and Draco's hands slid over Harry's body, re-learning him, loving every moment, every touch. He groaned and kissed back harder at Harry's touch.
He smiled his tongue plundering his before breaking it off and sliding down his chest leaving hot red marks
Draco put his hands to Harry's soft, thick hair, his head hitting the back of his chair as he basked in Harry's attention.
He smiled his eyes flicking up at him as he kissed the tip of him before llicking down the shaft.
A groan tore itself from his throat in response.
He smiled sliding his mouth over him his hand massaging his sacs gently.
Draco's legs fell further apart, giving Harry more room. The younger man obviously knew what he was doing, he thought as the heat encompassed him. And Merlin, that wicked tongue!
He groaned around him vibrating gently his fingers running along his inner thigh as he bobbed gently.
He shimmied slightly, getting one knee up and successfully out it's pant leg. He set that heel up on the chair, giving Harry access to whatever he wanted. The cheeky teen had been right - he'd kill to have Harry in his bed.
Harry smiled before pulling off licking on his fingers and sliding them in with a knowing smile.
Draco's eyes widened as he watched him, gasping quietly and drowning in Harry's wicked gaze.
Harry chuckled sliding a second finger in and then a third before pulling a sac into his mouth
Long pale fingers grasped at thick ebony hair as he watched, breathless.
Harry suckled on the other one before pulling away and turning Draco around kissing up his spine to the nape of his neck as he stood.
Draco wandlessly summoned a jar form inside his bedstand and silently offered it to Harry as he more than willingly bent and supported his balance with the chair, spreading his long pale legs and tilting his hips provacitively.
Harry smiled coating himself liberally, not wanting to hurt the blond, before he settled outside the entrance before grabbing his hips nad pushing in slow and firm.
Up until that point, Draco had only bottomed once in his life, and that was eight years ago. He stopped that train of thought right there, groaning softly and pushing back against that pleasurable slow burn.
HArry moved slowly gripping his hips as he pushed in inch by slow inch.
Once Harry was fully inside, Draco pressed back against him, feeling full and absobloodyloutely wonderful. "Move," he begged.
Harry smiled kissing the nape of his neck as his hips moved giving his rear a little slap.
Draco groaned, his head falling forward.
Harry smiled> "I know you like that." He whispered before nipping it his hands digging in before he thrusted forward.
"Fuck," Draco couldn't help himself, pushing back greedily.
Harry grinned "Oh Draco you can be louder than that." He breathed.
"Then make me be louder, Potter," he half taunted.
Harry grinned his teeth digging into the back of Draco's neck before he gripped tightly and slammed into him.
"AH!"
"Louder..>" He commanded with a joyful grin as his hips pounded into him as he suckled on his neck hungrily.
"I should... have you... thrown.... GUH...."
"Thrown where? What do ...you want...to do...to...me.." He grunted between thrusts his body flushed.
As Harry found the right angle over and over again, Draco found it increasingly difficult to string his thoughts together properly. "Ngrkk..."
He laughed thoroughly enjoying himself groaning inside the tight heat that was his lover his fingers pawing at Draco's hips before he took him in hand and stroked him in time.
"Potter! NNnnggg.." Draco was overwhelmed, assaulted with pleasure on all sides.
He smiled hungrily stroking him his mouth latched onto his neck. as he pounded him into the chair groaning deep in his chest. "Come on Kitten I want to hear you scream when you come."
"I will not," Draco gasped out stubbornly.
HArry slapped his arse and went back to his neck, "You will."
"Nng, wont."
"YES. YOU. WILL!" He commanded grinding in thrusting into him wildly.
Draco shoved the heel of his palm into his mouth, muffling his cries as he got ever closer to the edge.
"Don't you dare," He replied pulling his hand away, "Sing for me kitten."
Harry was in absolute control, and there was no way Draco could continue denying what was wrung from him - a loud scream of pleasure as he bowed over, coming so hard he saw stars.
HArry cried out in triumphant pleasure as he came releasing deeply into him with a few well timed thrusts.
Draco trembled all over, barely able to hold himself up.
HArry shuddered before he coasted to Earth wrapping his arms around Draco tightly as he rested his head on Draco's back panting.
Draco didn't want to move, wanted to bask in this moment while he could - but if he didn't lie down soon, he'd do something embarrassing, like collapse. "Bed."
The younger man smiled slipping out gently before pulling him to the bed.
He collapsed onto it before pulling Harry down, cuddling up to him and resting his head on his chest. "You've corrupted me."
Harry smiled sofly, "I corrupted you?" He asked amused.
"Obviously I had at least some morals until you came along," Draco complained.
Harry smiled kissing him slow and adoring, his fingers playing with his hair, "Nope you were completely immoral>" He whispered.
"I did not let a man young enough to be my son bugger me before, either," it was a pout this time.
He smiled softly watching him, "Well there's a first time for everything." He whispered kissing his pout.
Draco slipped a hand behind his head and kissed him back.
He smiled against his mouth settling against him, "Believe me now?" he whispered.
"I suppose."
"You suppose hmmm?"
"Indeed," Draco replied, pulling the covers back over them. "Doesn't mean I fully trust you though, Potter. Just so you know." he said as he cuddled up to him despite his words.
Harry smiled, "Awww why not?" He aked amused
"Because I'm a stubborn old man."
He laughed, "Nah I wouldn't call you old...not after that." He teased
"Shh, I need my beauty sleep. The less sleep I get, the more hair falls out."
"Awww we can't have that." He breathed playfully nibbling on his jaw before cuddling him close under the covers.
Draco smiled and closed his eyes. Maybe he'd be lucky and this won't have all been some bizarre dream.
Harry smiled happily and burrowed in content closing his eyes his arms wrapped tightly aroud the blond.