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Title: My New Love
Author: wizzardess
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Category: Angst/Semi-Fluff/PWPish/
Summary: Malfoy gets a new love and Harry gets jealous. (I am crap at summaries. It’s good… read it =o) )
Disclaimer: I do not own/know/claim to anything with these characters.
Warnings: None
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It had been five years since the defeat of the Dark Lord. Five years since the chaos had begun being put to rights. Nothing was completely fixed yet, but it was well on its way. It was nothing like it had been before, but it was new, it was different. People were adjusting to their new lives without the threat of Voldemort. Five years of patching up houses and sorting out debris, and it had been almost one year since Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had decided to give up on their relationship.
During Potter's seventh year, Draco had come back sniveling with his tail between his legs, apologising profusely. The Order, of course, had been furious with him, and Ron had blatantly tried to use a couple unforgivables on him, only to be stopped by Potter. Harry was hurt most of all. Not because Draco had tried to kill Dumbledore, but because he had ran. He had left Harry when Harry needed him most. Malfoy explained it was not his fault; he was made to run by Snape. The same Snape who had found out about their relationship and demanded it end in sixth year. Snape, who had been the one to cast the killing curse on Dumbledore. Snape, who hated Harry beyond all measure. And it was Snape who caused their final breakup almost a year ago.
Harry pleaded with Malfoy, begging him to ignore Snape's threats and accusations. There was no Dark Lord to answer to anymore. His father was dead. There was no one but Snape who frowned upon their acquaintance. All of Harry's mates supported them. After the initial shock at having Draco back, The Order forgave him. Upon learning of Harry's secret affair with Draco since the beginning of their fifth year, everyone accepted them being together. Everyone except Snape, that is. Snape who still hated Harry regardless.
The only reason Snape was still allowed in The Order was because of Harry. He had argued with every member, claiming that Snape was told to kill Dumbledore by the headmaster himself. He insisted that Dumbledore had known the future and knew his death would bring about the fall of Voldemort. Harry now wished that he would never have fought so hard to let Snape back in. He wished he could take back all the quarrels that lasted late into the night. Take back all the nice words he spouted off about the man who caused him anguish over and over for the last eleven years of his life. But most of all, Harry wished he could take back all the time spent with Draco Malfoy.
The trio sat around a small table at Harry’s flat in wizarding London drinking warm tea. They were talking of times past and the days when they would constantly put themselves in danger around Hogwarts. They spoke fondly of the professors they loved (McGonagall, Lupin, and Hagrid), and skirted around the topic of the romance between Potter and Malfoy. They did not speak of Dumbledore either. While they were sitting and enjoying the quiet that had befallen them, the skirted issue decided to pop by for a visit and came out of the fireplace. Potter still got incensed that Malfoy could travel by floo and come out almost fully clean, while every time Harry had done it, he wound up a soot-covered mess.
“Evening,” Draco said entering the small kitchen where the group was sitting. Hermione smiled and hugged him. She gestured for him to join their party. As she poured him a cup of tea, casually avoiding the angry green eyes on her, she asked what had brought him to see them, especially since they were at Potter's residence.
“Well, as you know, I’ve been seeing someone recently,” he began timidly, purposely keeping his eyes trained on his hands. “Thanks,” he wrapped his fingers around the porcelain teacup given to him and sipped at it. “I…well…she wants to meet you lot.”
“So it’s a girl then?” Ron said stating the obvious. Since the ending of Harry and Draco's liaison, Ron had been snubbing Malfoy and reverting their relationship back into the same as when they were attending school.
“Yes.” He answered shortly. He did not have the patience for the ginger twit these days. “Her name is Madison. I would like to introduce her on Saturday, if you all are available.” Harry snorted. He could not believe this was happening. He felt his heart breaking again.
“Does she know about us?” Potter said angrily. He fixed Malfoy’s profile with a cold stare, willing him to look up and face him.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Draco said quietly. Hermione cleared her throat and stood up, pulling Ron with her.
“We’re just going to…go. Harry, we’ll talk to you later.” She pulled a vehemently protesting Weasley along behind her. A few seconds later the words ‘the burrow’ were heard and the pair was gone.
“Does she?” Harry was not going to let the topic fade even though he had been interrupted.
“Potter, I don’t see how that is relevant to you meeting her.” He looked up, finally meeting Harry's eyes. He almost cracked; he almost burst into tears and told him everything; that he had been miserable since their breakup. But he held firm, revealing nothing. He wasn’t a Malfoy for nothing.
“Does she know you were a death eater and that your precious daddy was Voldemort's pet?” Harry spat feeling the rage bubble up inside him he glared hard at the fair skinned man sitting next to him.
“She knows what she needs to. She doesn’t ask questions about my past. And she happens to be a muggle she doesn’t know who Voldemort is.” Potter scoffed, clearly not believing that Malfoy would date a muggle.
“Does she know that you’re a poof who’s trying to be someone he’s not? Does she? Does she know about all the times you sucked me off? All the times I fucked you in the arse?” He stood up knocking his chair over in the process and started pacing.
“Typical. Do you tell all your tarts how you like to be tied down? How you like it a bit more than rough? Do you tell them how it gets you hard just thinking about being abused?” Draco countered crossing his arms over his chest. Harry immediately stopped in his pacing.
“You know I haven’t been with anybody since you.” He mimicked Draco's crossed arms and leaned against the kitchen wall.
“Maybe you should then, so you could bloody well move on instead of acting like a spoilt child.”
“I’m not a whore, and I’m hardly a child.”
“And I am?! You know, as well as I, that I do not whore myself about.”
“Oh really? How long was it after we ended until you fucked the first person to look twice at you? How long?”
“If you are referring to the incident with Zabini, you know what happened,” Malfoy said dangerously. He narrowed his eyes and pulled his features into the darkest look he could muster while wanting to cry at the same time.
“Oh, am I just to believe that you were put under the imperious curse and that’s why you fucked him?” Harry threw his arms in the air in exasperation.
“No you prat, I was not under imperious, you know I can throw it off just as well as you can. I was drugged with muggle pills. No one can fight off those kinds of narcotics.” It was Draco’s turn to stand now, although he did it with more grace agitating Harry further. “I never would have shagged Blaise willingly; you know that”
“Funny, I seem to remember a time in fifth year when you seemed pretty willing.” Potter chewed his lower lip, a nervous habit.
“You know bloody well I thought he was you! And we didn’t get up to actual shagging because if I remember correctly, you put a stop to it after Granger added it up for you.” Fuming, he unconsciously stepping closer to Potter.
“Right...polyjuice. Tell me, Malfoy, how it has happened twice, both with Zabini, and yet you claim innocence. The first occasion, you were misled by polyjuice. The second drugged and taken advantage of. Personally, I think you’re full of shite. I do not want to meet your new slag. Please leave.”
“Why are we fighting about this when we aren’t even together? You see? This is why we couldn’t last. It had nothing to do with Snape! YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME!” He raved gesturing wildly.
“Sod off! Snape had everything to do with it! Filling your head with nonsense about us! Telling you lies about me! Talk about trust issues. You never trusted me. Not the other way round!” Draco was mere inches away from him now, a fact not unnoticed by Harry. His chin quivered slightly, but he managed to stand a bit straighter.
“On the contrary, I trusted you with my life.” They were almost nose to nose now both men breathing heavily, silver staring down jade. Draco sighed and closed the remaining space between them. He wrapped his arms around the slighter man and nestled his face in Harry's neck. “Please, Harry. I care about you too much to continue fighting like this…” He tightened his fists in Harry's sweater.
“Why are we having this conversation, then?” Harry sniffed and fought against the tears stinging the corners of his eyes. He tentatively lifted his arms to rest on Malfoy's back. “Do not tell me again that the reason we can’t be together is because it’s ‘too complicated’. The only complication is that you make it that way.”
“You know we can’t be together. We aren’t a proper match.”
“And you and this bint are? That’s rubbish and you know it is. You just don’t want to put in the effort. You’d rather give up when something gets tough than try and see it through.” He moved his head so it was lying atop Malfoy's and inhaled deeply. It had been too long since he had held the other man. Too long since he had last smelt the familiar scent of sweet rainwater that Draco always smelt of. Too long since he had felt anything at all.
“You’re like a fucking addiction. I want you too much and you aren’t any good for me.” Harry felt wetness hitting his exposed neck and the grip on his shirt tightening. He felt a jolt run through the other boy and he knew he was crying. He lifted his hands threading his fingers in Malfoy's hair. “Stop, please stop. I can’t do this. I can’t.” He looked up into sorrowful green eyes.
“Yes you can. No matter what anyone has said, there isn’t anything wrong with love.” And that was it. His façade broke and he sobbed outright. He felt his legs giving, but was held up by strong arms around him. He held his breath as Harry's lips came closer and met his. It was like fire touching those lips. A thousand emotions broke free and spread throughout his entire being. He felt hot from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. When a hand came to rest upon his cheek, he knew it was time to breathe and kiss back. He inhaled through his nose and shyly started moving his lips. A few minutes into the kiss and they parted, a question in Harry's eyes. Draco knew the question, but he wanted to hear it aloud.
“Will you stay with me?” Contrasting feelings flittered in Malfoy's eyes but he sniffed and nodded anyway. He wiped his tears with the palm of his hand. So much for being a Malfoy. “Come on,” Harry said smiling. He slipped his hand into Draco's and led him to the bedroom. Malfoy nervously looked around. It seemed as if nothing had changed since the last time he had been in the room. He was hesitant and paused in the doorway.
“Harry...” his eyes flicked to the bed, realising what was about to happen.
“It’s alright...come here,” Harry softly. He gingerly pulled the other man into his arms. “I’ve missed you so much.” Their mouths crashed together in a flurry and soon their tongues were fighting for dominance. They clumsily made their way to the bed landing atop it, making the headboard clang against the wall. They continued kissing, although not as frenzied. They languidly let their lips mesh and their tongues slide against one another.
Harry rested his left hand on Draco’s hip switching their positions so that they were both on their sides with their legs entwined. He moved his kissing to the corner of Malfoy's mouth onto his chin, over his jaw-line, finally coming to rest on his collarbone. He sucked and nibbled knowing it was a sensitive spot for his lover. He left a small, but evident, bruise just above the area, spitefully thinking about Madison. He felt anger flare in him but clamped it down with the feeling of Draco's hands exploring his back.
Draco moved his hands to Harry's waist slipping his fingers beneath the hem of his jumper. He raised the sweater up and over Potter's head discarding it to the floor. Their lips met again and Harry sucked on the tongue that was shoved into his mouth. He shifted his hips so that his hard member was pressing into the other mans thigh. He gasped at the slight friction and pressed against the thigh harder.
“Too long,” he whispered slightly panting. With agile fingers, he started unbuttoning Malfoy's shirt as quickly as he could. Once it was fully unbuttoned, the shirt floated down to the floor landing softly on the sweater. Harry let his fingers trail down Malfoy's ribcage, noting he was skinnier than he had been the last time he had seen him without clothes. He let his lips fall down to the blonde’s chest, placing tender kisses on the heated flesh. He moved his lips all over his counterpart’s chest until he reached the darker skin of a nipple. He drew the pinkish nub into his mouth and sucked on it, letting his teeth graze against it. It instantly became erect, and Harry pulled back blowing on it, causing gooseflesh to rise all over the blonde’s body.
“Take your top off,” Malfoy whispered, pushing at the brunette’s shirt. Harry obliged and pulled the cottony fabric over his head with one hand sending it to meet the other discarded clothing. He laid himself back down pushing Malfoy into the bedclothes delighting in the feel of their exposed chests touching for the first time in fifteen months, twelve days, nineteen hours and thirty-two minutes. Yes, he had been keeping count.
He let his hands roam and found the former Slytherin's belt buckle. His mouth once again found Malfoy's and, as he slid his tongue past teeth, he felt it. It started in the pit of his stomach, that familiar heat-tingle. It traveled up his body and shrouded him in sensation. He knew he was about to cum, without having been touched. He stopped undoing the belt and ripped his mouth away from Draco's and rested his head on a sweat-slicked shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” Malfoy asked with concern. He lifted his hands to Harry's back and traced random patterns on the tan skin.
“I’ve got…bugger...I’m…” he started, trying to control himself to no avail. His breathing hitched and his hips jerked and the pale man underneath realised what Harry had been trying to say. He bit his lip fighting a smirk. “Did you just…” he felt a slight nod at his neck and although he couldn’t see his face from the angle he was currently in, he knew the Gryffindor was blushing bright rose.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” he said keeping his face hidden so as not to let his embarrassment show.
“You really haven’t been with anyone have you?” He felt Potter shake his head against his neck. He smiled despite himself and rolled them over so that he was now straddling slender hips. “Why do you have your eyes shut? Open them.” Harry shook his head in response. “No? Potter, I advise you look at me.” Again Draco watched as Potter moved his head from side to side. “Now.” He punctuated his sentence by raking his neatly trimmed fingernails down the bare chest. With a sharp intake of breath, clouded tourmaline eyes flew open to take in the form of the ice-blonde hovering above him. Lightening flashed through the lust-laced liquid pools. He could feel the blood rushing to his lower region twitching in eagerness. “That’s what I want to see. Still want to give it a go?” Malfoy smirked, quirking an eyebrow. Harry shivered and gave a quick nod. Malfoy leant down, kissing and licking random flesh from Potter's neck to his naval. He dipped his tongue into the small cleft, drawing a supple moan from the man beneath him.
Reveling in the fact that he was still able to make the Gryffindor melt, Draco followed the thin trail of hair down Harry's abdomen. He nipped and sucked at the taut skin under his lips until he met the button on a pair of black jeans. Skilled hands undid the button and zip in one swift movement. He hooked his thumbs into loops and started tugging at the thick material.
He pulled the dark denim down being sure to pull Harry's underpants along. He gradually revealed more and more skin as the trousers were removed. He slid them past narrow hips exposing Potter's half-hard penis. He scanned back up the defined abdomen, past the muscled chest to lock eyes with the raven-haired man. He smirked removing the clothing altogether. He then stood and removed his own bottoms. Recommencing his position, aligned with Harry, he brought his face down for another intense kiss. As their cocks hit the men gasped in unison.
The blonde shadowed back to Harry's soft member and took the tip into his mouth. He ran his tongue across the slit and down the shaft. He mouthed and teased the prick until it began hardening and leaking. He sucked it into warm wetness, past teeth and tongue. He relaxed his throat muscles and let the penis slide so far into his mouth that his lips touched the course curls at the base. Breathing slowly through his nose, he lifted his head, and without delay, he moved back down. Saliva dribbled down his chin as he continued his decent. When he was satisfied that Potter was decently hard (and moaning loud enough to echo) he replaced his mouth with his hand and pumped a couple times for good measure.
Malfoy spread Potter's legs and kneeled between them. He rested his hand on his chin in contemplation. “Lubrication spell or massage oil?”
“Er...do you have oil?” He asked curiously.
“Of course. What did you think, I had stopped carrying it just because you and I weren’t shagging anymore? Hardly; what if I suddenly needed to give someone a massage?” Harry’s eyes narrowed.
“And just who would you be massaging? Madison? Did you fuck her?”
“Potter, I would seriously sustain from this topic. And, not that it’s any of your business, but no I did not ‘fuck her,’ as you so crudely put it.” Leaning off the bed, Draco plucked a small vile of flavored oil lubricant out of his trouser pocket.
“Crude? And ‘shagging’ is proper?”
“No. If you insist on talking about indiscretions then obviously the proper way to say it, would be to refrain from speaking at all. Personally, I prefer the term ‘sleep with,’ or ‘have relations,’ or even go so far as to say ‘know in the Biblical sense’. Everything else is unbecoming, and therefore, beneath me.”
“Shut up. You don’t even know what you’re talking about. Get on with it, then.” He grinned.
“Have a pressing engagement, Scarhead?” Potter rolled his eyes and inwardly cringed at the childhood insult-turn-pet-name.
“Less talking. More groping. Are you sure you don’t want to use the lubricating spell? Because, that particular brand caused me slight irritation - remember?”
“Slight irritation? Are you serious? You’re such a bloody girl, Potter. Fine - lubrication charm it is.” Without saying anything else, the naked blonde leant back to his bottoms retrieving his wand from a side concealer. He straightened and without uttering a word, Harry felt the coolness of the spell working on his insides. He shifted his hips enjoying the familiar (and much missed) sensation. “Now we may ‘get on with it.’” Draco leant in and placed his lips against the Gryffindor's throat. Harry craned his neck to the side allowing better access.
The Slytherin brought his hand to his cock and positioned himself at Harry's entrance. The slick area sent pleasure shocks through his body as he pressed against the tender pucker. It resisted Malfoy's presence at first and Potter bit into his pale shoulder, fighting the urge to cry out. The ice king, which he was so fondly named when he had fallen through thin ice during Christmas in their seventh year and emerged an icicle laden mess (so many icicles adorned his frozen frame that he could scarcely walk and daren’t open his eyes for fear his eyelashes would fall off), kept pushing firmly and finally Harry’s bottom swallowed the head of his dick. Draco stopped then, biting the inside of his cheek. “So fucking tight.”
“Gods, that hurt. I don’t remember it hurting so much. It’s not supposed to burn like fire is it? I don’t remember...it’s been so long.” He rambled with tears forming in his eyes.
“It hasn’t been that long,” Draco mumbled against Harry's shoulder. “It isn’t supposed to hurt. I just remembered, I should have fingered you first.”
“Bugger, I forgot as well.” Draco regained his normal breathing and pushed up on his arms.
“Did I hurt you badly?”
“No, it’s starting to feel better...”
“Would you like me to pull out and finger you instead?”
“No, it’s ok. Too late now, and anyhow my bum is getting used to the idea of having a hot, and rather large, dick shoved into it repeatedly. I think it wants to feel the rest of you in it as well.” Harry raised his legs and wrapped them around Draco's back. He tilted upwards and felt Draco slide further in. “Ugnh...I’ve missed you so much.” He put his hands on either side of Draco's head and pulled him in locking their mouths together. He lifted his hips purposely embedding the hard muscle to the hilt. Their mouths popped apart. Panting heavily, both men turned to face each other again and just stare. The air between them so thick and sticky it could probably have resembled mist. “You look so fucking gorgeous right now.” Potter pushed the strands of hair falling over Draco's right eye to behind his ear.
“Start moving,” Harry said nodding. Draco needed no further encouragement; he began lifting his hips up and slowly lowering them again. Their lips met again, kissing roughly. They bit at one another’s lips, each sucking in turn. Within what seemed like mere seconds Malfoy was thrusting forcefully into the Gryffindor, Harry doing his best to meet each thrust full on. Their skin slapped together with the continuous motion.
Draco pried his mouth away from Harry's and bent down to latch onto his neck. He sucked roughly and kept pumping into Potter as hard as he could. The headboard beat against the wall loudly, making a couple portraits crash to the ground. He could feel the pressure building in his toes, and knew he was close. He felt between them for the other mans cock and fisted it. He mimicked the movement of his hips as he slid his hand up and down on the shaft. The tingles vibrated up his legs, into his thighs and continued their path all the way through his head and back down. He sped his motions for three slams and then he felt his release fill his partner. Seconds after Draco had spilt his seed Potter was splattering their chests and abdomens with sticky white.
The Slytherin dropped onto the other man, weak with exertion. He turned his head and continued his previous assault on his lover’s neck. “Iuvool,” he mumbled against the sweaty skin.
“What?” Harry inquired pushing at Draco's shoulders.
“I love you,” he stated clearly. He averted his gaze and let himself be mesmerized by a bare thread on the fabric of the quilt underneath them.
“That is the first time you’ve ever said that to me.” Draco only nodded. “I love you too, and I’m glad you finally admit it,” he smiled. He gave Malfoy a chaste kiss on his lips. “Are you going to stay with me then?”
“Don’t get used to the sentimentalism, Scarhead. I won’t be saying it often.” Harry only smiled. “And, before you even think of falling asleep you better have cleaned up.” He slowly withdrew from the hot darkness. Potter relaxed his muscles and groaned as the head of Draco's penis slid from him with a slight ‘pop’. “You’re so fucking tight. We’re going to have to do this again tonight you realise.”
“I was planning on it. Here, I’ll clean us.” He reached for his wand on the small table next to his bed. He uttered a quick cleaning spell and pulled the quilt from underneath them. He lay down pulling the blanket over the both of them and kissed Malfoy's temple. “I guess this means that you’re no longer going to be seeing this Madison female, right?”
“There never was a Madison, Potter. I knew you were daft, but honestly Potter. Did you actually believe I’d date a...muggle?? I would never stoop that low... ever,” he shuddered visibly. “I can’t believe you would think that true. Now go to sleep until I wake you up to bugger you senseless again.” He nudged Harry's chin with his forehead and rested his head underneath. A few moments later soft snores we ricocheting around the room.
-- Jay
Title: My New Love
Author: wizzardess
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Category: Angst/Semi-Fluff/PWPish/
Summary: Malfoy gets a new love and Harry gets jealous. (I am crap at summaries. It’s good… read it =o) )
Disclaimer: I do not own/know/claim to anything with these characters.
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: Nope
Archived: Not anymore. If you want to archive - please feel free :-) Just lemme know
Feedback: Yes please!
It had been five years since the defeat of the Dark Lord. Five years since the chaos had begun being put to rights. Nothing was completely fixed yet, but it was well on its way. It was nothing like it had been before, but it was new, it was different. People were adjusting to their new lives without the threat of Voldemort. Five years of patching up houses and sorting out debris, and it had been almost one year since Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had decided to give up on their relationship.
During Potter's seventh year, Draco had come back sniveling with his tail between his legs, apologising profusely. The Order, of course, had been furious with him, and Ron had blatantly tried to use a couple unforgivables on him, only to be stopped by Potter. Harry was hurt most of all. Not because Draco had tried to kill Dumbledore, but because he had ran. He had left Harry when Harry needed him most. Malfoy explained it was not his fault; he was made to run by Snape. The same Snape who had found out about their relationship and demanded it end in sixth year. Snape, who had been the one to cast the killing curse on Dumbledore. Snape, who hated Harry beyond all measure. And it was Snape who caused their final breakup almost a year ago.
Harry pleaded with Malfoy, begging him to ignore Snape's threats and accusations. There was no Dark Lord to answer to anymore. His father was dead. There was no one but Snape who frowned upon their acquaintance. All of Harry's mates supported them. After the initial shock at having Draco back, The Order forgave him. Upon learning of Harry's secret affair with Draco since the beginning of their fifth year, everyone accepted them being together. Everyone except Snape, that is. Snape who still hated Harry regardless.
The only reason Snape was still allowed in The Order was because of Harry. He had argued with every member, claiming that Snape was told to kill Dumbledore by the headmaster himself. He insisted that Dumbledore had known the future and knew his death would bring about the fall of Voldemort. Harry now wished that he would never have fought so hard to let Snape back in. He wished he could take back all the quarrels that lasted late into the night. Take back all the nice words he spouted off about the man who caused him anguish over and over for the last eleven years of his life. But most of all, Harry wished he could take back all the time spent with Draco Malfoy.
The trio sat around a small table at Harry’s flat in wizarding London drinking warm tea. They were talking of times past and the days when they would constantly put themselves in danger around Hogwarts. They spoke fondly of the professors they loved (McGonagall, Lupin, and Hagrid), and skirted around the topic of the romance between Potter and Malfoy. They did not speak of Dumbledore either. While they were sitting and enjoying the quiet that had befallen them, the skirted issue decided to pop by for a visit and came out of the fireplace. Potter still got incensed that Malfoy could travel by floo and come out almost fully clean, while every time Harry had done it, he wound up a soot-covered mess.
“Evening,” Draco said entering the small kitchen where the group was sitting. Hermione smiled and hugged him. She gestured for him to join their party. As she poured him a cup of tea, casually avoiding the angry green eyes on her, she asked what had brought him to see them, especially since they were at Potter's residence.
“Well, as you know, I’ve been seeing someone recently,” he began timidly, purposely keeping his eyes trained on his hands. “Thanks,” he wrapped his fingers around the porcelain teacup given to him and sipped at it. “I…well…she wants to meet you lot.”
“So it’s a girl then?” Ron said stating the obvious. Since the ending of Harry and Draco's liaison, Ron had been snubbing Malfoy and reverting their relationship back into the same as when they were attending school.
“Yes.” He answered shortly. He did not have the patience for the ginger twit these days. “Her name is Madison. I would like to introduce her on Saturday, if you all are available.” Harry snorted. He could not believe this was happening. He felt his heart breaking again.
“Does she know about us?” Potter said angrily. He fixed Malfoy’s profile with a cold stare, willing him to look up and face him.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Draco said quietly. Hermione cleared her throat and stood up, pulling Ron with her.
“We’re just going to…go. Harry, we’ll talk to you later.” She pulled a vehemently protesting Weasley along behind her. A few seconds later the words ‘the burrow’ were heard and the pair was gone.
“Does she?” Harry was not going to let the topic fade even though he had been interrupted.
“Potter, I don’t see how that is relevant to you meeting her.” He looked up, finally meeting Harry's eyes. He almost cracked; he almost burst into tears and told him everything; that he had been miserable since their breakup. But he held firm, revealing nothing. He wasn’t a Malfoy for nothing.
“Does she know you were a death eater and that your precious daddy was Voldemort's pet?” Harry spat feeling the rage bubble up inside him he glared hard at the fair skinned man sitting next to him.
“She knows what she needs to. She doesn’t ask questions about my past. And she happens to be a muggle she doesn’t know who Voldemort is.” Potter scoffed, clearly not believing that Malfoy would date a muggle.
“Does she know that you’re a poof who’s trying to be someone he’s not? Does she? Does she know about all the times you sucked me off? All the times I fucked you in the arse?” He stood up knocking his chair over in the process and started pacing.
“Typical. Do you tell all your tarts how you like to be tied down? How you like it a bit more than rough? Do you tell them how it gets you hard just thinking about being abused?” Draco countered crossing his arms over his chest. Harry immediately stopped in his pacing.
“You know I haven’t been with anybody since you.” He mimicked Draco's crossed arms and leaned against the kitchen wall.
“Maybe you should then, so you could bloody well move on instead of acting like a spoilt child.”
“I’m not a whore, and I’m hardly a child.”
“And I am?! You know, as well as I, that I do not whore myself about.”
“Oh really? How long was it after we ended until you fucked the first person to look twice at you? How long?”
“If you are referring to the incident with Zabini, you know what happened,” Malfoy said dangerously. He narrowed his eyes and pulled his features into the darkest look he could muster while wanting to cry at the same time.
“Oh, am I just to believe that you were put under the imperious curse and that’s why you fucked him?” Harry threw his arms in the air in exasperation.
“No you prat, I was not under imperious, you know I can throw it off just as well as you can. I was drugged with muggle pills. No one can fight off those kinds of narcotics.” It was Draco’s turn to stand now, although he did it with more grace agitating Harry further. “I never would have shagged Blaise willingly; you know that”
“Funny, I seem to remember a time in fifth year when you seemed pretty willing.” Potter chewed his lower lip, a nervous habit.
“You know bloody well I thought he was you! And we didn’t get up to actual shagging because if I remember correctly, you put a stop to it after Granger added it up for you.” Fuming, he unconsciously stepping closer to Potter.
“Right...polyjuice. Tell me, Malfoy, how it has happened twice, both with Zabini, and yet you claim innocence. The first occasion, you were misled by polyjuice. The second drugged and taken advantage of. Personally, I think you’re full of shite. I do not want to meet your new slag. Please leave.”
“Why are we fighting about this when we aren’t even together? You see? This is why we couldn’t last. It had nothing to do with Snape! YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME!” He raved gesturing wildly.
“Sod off! Snape had everything to do with it! Filling your head with nonsense about us! Telling you lies about me! Talk about trust issues. You never trusted me. Not the other way round!” Draco was mere inches away from him now, a fact not unnoticed by Harry. His chin quivered slightly, but he managed to stand a bit straighter.
“On the contrary, I trusted you with my life.” They were almost nose to nose now both men breathing heavily, silver staring down jade. Draco sighed and closed the remaining space between them. He wrapped his arms around the slighter man and nestled his face in Harry's neck. “Please, Harry. I care about you too much to continue fighting like this…” He tightened his fists in Harry's sweater.
“Why are we having this conversation, then?” Harry sniffed and fought against the tears stinging the corners of his eyes. He tentatively lifted his arms to rest on Malfoy's back. “Do not tell me again that the reason we can’t be together is because it’s ‘too complicated’. The only complication is that you make it that way.”
“You know we can’t be together. We aren’t a proper match.”
“And you and this bint are? That’s rubbish and you know it is. You just don’t want to put in the effort. You’d rather give up when something gets tough than try and see it through.” He moved his head so it was lying atop Malfoy's and inhaled deeply. It had been too long since he had held the other man. Too long since he had last smelt the familiar scent of sweet rainwater that Draco always smelt of. Too long since he had felt anything at all.
“You’re like a fucking addiction. I want you too much and you aren’t any good for me.” Harry felt wetness hitting his exposed neck and the grip on his shirt tightening. He felt a jolt run through the other boy and he knew he was crying. He lifted his hands threading his fingers in Malfoy's hair. “Stop, please stop. I can’t do this. I can’t.” He looked up into sorrowful green eyes.
“Yes you can. No matter what anyone has said, there isn’t anything wrong with love.” And that was it. His façade broke and he sobbed outright. He felt his legs giving, but was held up by strong arms around him. He held his breath as Harry's lips came closer and met his. It was like fire touching those lips. A thousand emotions broke free and spread throughout his entire being. He felt hot from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. When a hand came to rest upon his cheek, he knew it was time to breathe and kiss back. He inhaled through his nose and shyly started moving his lips. A few minutes into the kiss and they parted, a question in Harry's eyes. Draco knew the question, but he wanted to hear it aloud.
“Will you stay with me?” Contrasting feelings flittered in Malfoy's eyes but he sniffed and nodded anyway. He wiped his tears with the palm of his hand. So much for being a Malfoy. “Come on,” Harry said smiling. He slipped his hand into Draco's and led him to the bedroom. Malfoy nervously looked around. It seemed as if nothing had changed since the last time he had been in the room. He was hesitant and paused in the doorway.
“Harry...” his eyes flicked to the bed, realising what was about to happen.
“It’s alright...come here,” Harry softly. He gingerly pulled the other man into his arms. “I’ve missed you so much.” Their mouths crashed together in a flurry and soon their tongues were fighting for dominance. They clumsily made their way to the bed landing atop it, making the headboard clang against the wall. They continued kissing, although not as frenzied. They languidly let their lips mesh and their tongues slide against one another.
Harry rested his left hand on Draco’s hip switching their positions so that they were both on their sides with their legs entwined. He moved his kissing to the corner of Malfoy's mouth onto his chin, over his jaw-line, finally coming to rest on his collarbone. He sucked and nibbled knowing it was a sensitive spot for his lover. He left a small, but evident, bruise just above the area, spitefully thinking about Madison. He felt anger flare in him but clamped it down with the feeling of Draco's hands exploring his back.
Draco moved his hands to Harry's waist slipping his fingers beneath the hem of his jumper. He raised the sweater up and over Potter's head discarding it to the floor. Their lips met again and Harry sucked on the tongue that was shoved into his mouth. He shifted his hips so that his hard member was pressing into the other mans thigh. He gasped at the slight friction and pressed against the thigh harder.
“Too long,” he whispered slightly panting. With agile fingers, he started unbuttoning Malfoy's shirt as quickly as he could. Once it was fully unbuttoned, the shirt floated down to the floor landing softly on the sweater. Harry let his fingers trail down Malfoy's ribcage, noting he was skinnier than he had been the last time he had seen him without clothes. He let his lips fall down to the blonde’s chest, placing tender kisses on the heated flesh. He moved his lips all over his counterpart’s chest until he reached the darker skin of a nipple. He drew the pinkish nub into his mouth and sucked on it, letting his teeth graze against it. It instantly became erect, and Harry pulled back blowing on it, causing gooseflesh to rise all over the blonde’s body.
“Take your top off,” Malfoy whispered, pushing at the brunette’s shirt. Harry obliged and pulled the cottony fabric over his head with one hand sending it to meet the other discarded clothing. He laid himself back down pushing Malfoy into the bedclothes delighting in the feel of their exposed chests touching for the first time in fifteen months, twelve days, nineteen hours and thirty-two minutes. Yes, he had been keeping count.
He let his hands roam and found the former Slytherin's belt buckle. His mouth once again found Malfoy's and, as he slid his tongue past teeth, he felt it. It started in the pit of his stomach, that familiar heat-tingle. It traveled up his body and shrouded him in sensation. He knew he was about to cum, without having been touched. He stopped undoing the belt and ripped his mouth away from Draco's and rested his head on a sweat-slicked shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” Malfoy asked with concern. He lifted his hands to Harry's back and traced random patterns on the tan skin.
“I’ve got…bugger...I’m…” he started, trying to control himself to no avail. His breathing hitched and his hips jerked and the pale man underneath realised what Harry had been trying to say. He bit his lip fighting a smirk. “Did you just…” he felt a slight nod at his neck and although he couldn’t see his face from the angle he was currently in, he knew the Gryffindor was blushing bright rose.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” he said keeping his face hidden so as not to let his embarrassment show.
“You really haven’t been with anyone have you?” He felt Potter shake his head against his neck. He smiled despite himself and rolled them over so that he was now straddling slender hips. “Why do you have your eyes shut? Open them.” Harry shook his head in response. “No? Potter, I advise you look at me.” Again Draco watched as Potter moved his head from side to side. “Now.” He punctuated his sentence by raking his neatly trimmed fingernails down the bare chest. With a sharp intake of breath, clouded tourmaline eyes flew open to take in the form of the ice-blonde hovering above him. Lightening flashed through the lust-laced liquid pools. He could feel the blood rushing to his lower region twitching in eagerness. “That’s what I want to see. Still want to give it a go?” Malfoy smirked, quirking an eyebrow. Harry shivered and gave a quick nod. Malfoy leant down, kissing and licking random flesh from Potter's neck to his naval. He dipped his tongue into the small cleft, drawing a supple moan from the man beneath him.
Reveling in the fact that he was still able to make the Gryffindor melt, Draco followed the thin trail of hair down Harry's abdomen. He nipped and sucked at the taut skin under his lips until he met the button on a pair of black jeans. Skilled hands undid the button and zip in one swift movement. He hooked his thumbs into loops and started tugging at the thick material.
He pulled the dark denim down being sure to pull Harry's underpants along. He gradually revealed more and more skin as the trousers were removed. He slid them past narrow hips exposing Potter's half-hard penis. He scanned back up the defined abdomen, past the muscled chest to lock eyes with the raven-haired man. He smirked removing the clothing altogether. He then stood and removed his own bottoms. Recommencing his position, aligned with Harry, he brought his face down for another intense kiss. As their cocks hit the men gasped in unison.
The blonde shadowed back to Harry's soft member and took the tip into his mouth. He ran his tongue across the slit and down the shaft. He mouthed and teased the prick until it began hardening and leaking. He sucked it into warm wetness, past teeth and tongue. He relaxed his throat muscles and let the penis slide so far into his mouth that his lips touched the course curls at the base. Breathing slowly through his nose, he lifted his head, and without delay, he moved back down. Saliva dribbled down his chin as he continued his decent. When he was satisfied that Potter was decently hard (and moaning loud enough to echo) he replaced his mouth with his hand and pumped a couple times for good measure.
Malfoy spread Potter's legs and kneeled between them. He rested his hand on his chin in contemplation. “Lubrication spell or massage oil?”
“Er...do you have oil?” He asked curiously.
“Of course. What did you think, I had stopped carrying it just because you and I weren’t shagging anymore? Hardly; what if I suddenly needed to give someone a massage?” Harry’s eyes narrowed.
“And just who would you be massaging? Madison? Did you fuck her?”
“Potter, I would seriously sustain from this topic. And, not that it’s any of your business, but no I did not ‘fuck her,’ as you so crudely put it.” Leaning off the bed, Draco plucked a small vile of flavored oil lubricant out of his trouser pocket.
“Crude? And ‘shagging’ is proper?”
“No. If you insist on talking about indiscretions then obviously the proper way to say it, would be to refrain from speaking at all. Personally, I prefer the term ‘sleep with,’ or ‘have relations,’ or even go so far as to say ‘know in the Biblical sense’. Everything else is unbecoming, and therefore, beneath me.”
“Shut up. You don’t even know what you’re talking about. Get on with it, then.” He grinned.
“Have a pressing engagement, Scarhead?” Potter rolled his eyes and inwardly cringed at the childhood insult-turn-pet-name.
“Less talking. More groping. Are you sure you don’t want to use the lubricating spell? Because, that particular brand caused me slight irritation - remember?”
“Slight irritation? Are you serious? You’re such a bloody girl, Potter. Fine - lubrication charm it is.” Without saying anything else, the naked blonde leant back to his bottoms retrieving his wand from a side concealer. He straightened and without uttering a word, Harry felt the coolness of the spell working on his insides. He shifted his hips enjoying the familiar (and much missed) sensation. “Now we may ‘get on with it.’” Draco leant in and placed his lips against the Gryffindor's throat. Harry craned his neck to the side allowing better access.
The Slytherin brought his hand to his cock and positioned himself at Harry's entrance. The slick area sent pleasure shocks through his body as he pressed against the tender pucker. It resisted Malfoy's presence at first and Potter bit into his pale shoulder, fighting the urge to cry out. The ice king, which he was so fondly named when he had fallen through thin ice during Christmas in their seventh year and emerged an icicle laden mess (so many icicles adorned his frozen frame that he could scarcely walk and daren’t open his eyes for fear his eyelashes would fall off), kept pushing firmly and finally Harry’s bottom swallowed the head of his dick. Draco stopped then, biting the inside of his cheek. “So fucking tight.”
“Gods, that hurt. I don’t remember it hurting so much. It’s not supposed to burn like fire is it? I don’t remember...it’s been so long.” He rambled with tears forming in his eyes.
“It hasn’t been that long,” Draco mumbled against Harry's shoulder. “It isn’t supposed to hurt. I just remembered, I should have fingered you first.”
“Bugger, I forgot as well.” Draco regained his normal breathing and pushed up on his arms.
“Did I hurt you badly?”
“No, it’s starting to feel better...”
“Would you like me to pull out and finger you instead?”
“No, it’s ok. Too late now, and anyhow my bum is getting used to the idea of having a hot, and rather large, dick shoved into it repeatedly. I think it wants to feel the rest of you in it as well.” Harry raised his legs and wrapped them around Draco's back. He tilted upwards and felt Draco slide further in. “Ugnh...I’ve missed you so much.” He put his hands on either side of Draco's head and pulled him in locking their mouths together. He lifted his hips purposely embedding the hard muscle to the hilt. Their mouths popped apart. Panting heavily, both men turned to face each other again and just stare. The air between them so thick and sticky it could probably have resembled mist. “You look so fucking gorgeous right now.” Potter pushed the strands of hair falling over Draco's right eye to behind his ear.
“Start moving,” Harry said nodding. Draco needed no further encouragement; he began lifting his hips up and slowly lowering them again. Their lips met again, kissing roughly. They bit at one another’s lips, each sucking in turn. Within what seemed like mere seconds Malfoy was thrusting forcefully into the Gryffindor, Harry doing his best to meet each thrust full on. Their skin slapped together with the continuous motion.
Draco pried his mouth away from Harry's and bent down to latch onto his neck. He sucked roughly and kept pumping into Potter as hard as he could. The headboard beat against the wall loudly, making a couple portraits crash to the ground. He could feel the pressure building in his toes, and knew he was close. He felt between them for the other mans cock and fisted it. He mimicked the movement of his hips as he slid his hand up and down on the shaft. The tingles vibrated up his legs, into his thighs and continued their path all the way through his head and back down. He sped his motions for three slams and then he felt his release fill his partner. Seconds after Draco had spilt his seed Potter was splattering their chests and abdomens with sticky white.
The Slytherin dropped onto the other man, weak with exertion. He turned his head and continued his previous assault on his lover’s neck. “Iuvool,” he mumbled against the sweaty skin.
“What?” Harry inquired pushing at Draco's shoulders.
“I love you,” he stated clearly. He averted his gaze and let himself be mesmerized by a bare thread on the fabric of the quilt underneath them.
“That is the first time you’ve ever said that to me.” Draco only nodded. “I love you too, and I’m glad you finally admit it,” he smiled. He gave Malfoy a chaste kiss on his lips. “Are you going to stay with me then?”
“Don’t get used to the sentimentalism, Scarhead. I won’t be saying it often.” Harry only smiled. “And, before you even think of falling asleep you better have cleaned up.” He slowly withdrew from the hot darkness. Potter relaxed his muscles and groaned as the head of Draco's penis slid from him with a slight ‘pop’. “You’re so fucking tight. We’re going to have to do this again tonight you realise.”
“I was planning on it. Here, I’ll clean us.” He reached for his wand on the small table next to his bed. He uttered a quick cleaning spell and pulled the quilt from underneath them. He lay down pulling the blanket over the both of them and kissed Malfoy's temple. “I guess this means that you’re no longer going to be seeing this Madison female, right?”
“There never was a Madison, Potter. I knew you were daft, but honestly Potter. Did you actually believe I’d date a...muggle?? I would never stoop that low... ever,” he shuddered visibly. “I can’t believe you would think that true. Now go to sleep until I wake you up to bugger you senseless again.” He nudged Harry's chin with his forehead and rested his head underneath. A few moments later soft snores we ricocheting around the room.
-- Jay