hd inspiration for bonfoi (1)
Author: slashpervert and aveeno_baby
Recipient: bonfoi
Title: Roommates, Boyfriends, and Other Indoor Pets (1 of 4)
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: Adult/NC17
Summary: Auror Potter is carrying on a secret relationships with his co-worker Armourer Malfoy. They decide to learn to be Animagi - with surprising results.
Warnings: Explicit M/M sex, oral, anal, bondage, spanking.
Total word count: 20,000
Disclaimer: This story/artwork is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Beta(s): brknhalo241, Mini Mouse and 1over137pt036
Roommates, Boyfriends, and Other Indoor Pets 1 of 4
Draco looked up as Weasley and Potter strode into the room. They were the "star" Aurors these days, which, he felt, was a sad commentary on the state of the wizarding world. That didn't mean he didn’t appreciate the view, though. The view of Potter, that is, hair tousled as usual and eyes shining with excitement as they prepared for their new assignment.
"What'ya got for us, Malfoy?" Weasley asked. He still managed to make it sound like they were still at school rather than at work.
Harry, on the other hand, had definitely moved on past their old school rivalry ever since Draco had started to work at the Ministry. He smiled and came to stand next to Ron, trying not to make it too obvious that he liked coming into Draco's office. "Anything fun?" he asked, turning to lean against the desk, making sure nothing was there for him to mess up.
"Hands off, Potter," Draco snapped, but added a smirk and an eyebrow arch. His desk wasn't really a desk as much as a worktable littered with various items he used in his experiments. He was the Armourer for the Aurors. Which meant he came up with the magical objects, potions and new spells the department used. Behind him there was a small explosion from one of the work areas and the squeal of a house-elf who worked with them.
Harry hopped back, not taking any chances after that one incident that happened months ago. He hated talking about it, but that didn't mean he couldn't be reminded of it. "Right. So you were going to give us something? Maybe?" Harry said, if only to distract himself from staring at Draco's face, having taken a liking to that smirk of his.
Draco thought to himself that he had something for Potter, definitely, but that it would have to wait until after work. He gave him a quick look to show him what he was thinking.
"So, you blow anyone up this week?" Ron asked, looking curiously over at where the research staff was trying to clean up whatever they had just done.
"No, did you?" Draco countered.
Harry snorted, turning away and covering his mouth to make it sound like a cough. He had to admit that he could just sit and watch the two of them throw insults back and forth; it was just that much fun. Once he had recovered he turned back towards Draco, even though there was still an amused smile on his face. "No one this week, promise."
"No, blowing someone is your hobby," Ron retorted belatedly to Draco, apparently trying to make some reference to his reputation as being gay.
"That's not a hobby, that's a vocation," Draco replied, grinning as Ron flushed red and made a face.
Harry blushed as well, pretending to find something more interesting going on behind Draco with the house-elves. It was so hard not to comment.
"So I have something new for you," Draco smirked. "You want to see?"
"That's what I've been waiting for," Harry said with a grin, looking back at him to pay close attention.
Ron snorted but didn't comment further.
Draco handed Harry a bottle of ink and just as the man reached for it, pulled back so that the bottle fell from their hands to the floor spilling out and forming a black pool.
"Hey!" Harry exclaimed, quickly moving back so he wouldn't step in the ink or get it on his clothes.
Draco was smiling and Ron shook his head. "Touch it," Draco told Harry. "Touch the pool."
When Harry did, his hand went into what felt like a hole in the ground instead of an ink spot.
"Whoa," Harry said, pulling his hand back to look at it quickly. "A black hole?"
"Yes, the ink spot creates a hole. Throw this in front of someone running, for example, and they step into it, of course you might have to take them to St Mungo's to fix the broken leg before they are sent to Azkaban, but they wouldn't get very far," Draco explained with a grin. Then, aiming his wand at the black spot, Draco cast a spell to suck up the ink and the hole was gone, the floor looking the same as it had before.
"That'll slow them down," Ron said in approval.
"Where does it go, though?" Harry asked curiously, obviously liking the idea. There were plenty of times that he could think of when he'd needed something like this.
Draco nodded at Ron's comment before looking at Harry. "Where does what go?"
"It's just a hole in the ground?" Harry asked, he had thought that the hole would take them somewhere else, but he guessed not.
"Exactly," Draco said. "Yet, most of them will step right on it because they think it is just ink."
"It's perfect," Harry said, grinning at Draco. He loved the man's inventions.
"I also have your shadow cloak repaired," Draco told Weasley with a frown. The cloak wasn't as good as an Invisibility Cloak like Potter had, but it did allow the wearer to blend into the shadows. "Just don't get it caught on anything again. I spend as much time repairing your things as making new ones."
Ron huffed. "It got caught on a fence," he complained. "I couldn't let the bloke get away 'cause I stopped to unhook the bloody cloak!"
Harry snickered, but nodded, remembering that night. "Maybe you should put Velcro or something on his cloaks," he said thoughtfully, smirking at Draco.
"What's 'velo'?" Draco asked.
Harry laughed and shook his head. "I can't explain it. Maybe I'll show you what it is, instead, sometime," he said, remembering that Malfoy came from a wizarding family.
Draco picked up a couple of bottles of the Instant Hole Ink and handed them to the other two men. He let his fingers slide against Potter's briefly as he did. "See you later," he whispered.
Harry smiled a little and nodded, pausing to let his hand linger longer than it needed to. "Later," he murmured.
***
Draco whistled as he walked along the pavement, heading to the Italian restaurant where he was supposed to meet Potter that evening. It had been a good week. The Auror team had brought in two fugitives with the help of the creations of the Armoury. Now he was going out on his third date with Potter.
Harry managed to get out of the flat right after Ron had left to meet Hermione, Apparating to an alleyway that he knew was close to the restaurant where he was meeting Draco. After running a hand through his hair to make sure it wasn't that bad, which never did help, he left the alley and walked down to the entrance of the restaurant while looking around for his date.
Draco arrived early. He usually did. He hated being late for anything so he sat at the bar, sipping a glass of wine and watching the door.
Of course Harry didn't spot him until he stepped inside, smiling and walking over to sit down next to him. "I'm not late, am I?" he asked, leaning closer.
"Surprisingly, no," Draco answered with a smirk. Damn, but that smile was hot.
"It's not my fault you're always early," Harry commented, unable to stop himself from leaning closer and kissing Draco softly, that smirk of his always getting to him.
The kiss got to Draco, making him shiver from the soft press of lips. It was a Muggle restaurant and he didn't know how well they would take two men kissing in their bar, so he didn't grab Potter for the deep snog he would have preferred. Harry, he reminded himself. Potter at work, Harry when they were alone.
Harry hummed softly before he ended the kiss, nudging Draco's nose before pulling back completely. "Still want to have dinner with me?"
Draco flushed because he wanted more than dinner, but they hadn't gone past some really hot kissing and touching yet. "Dinner first?" he asked hopefully.
"Dinner first," Harry promised, knowing exactly what was on Draco's mind. He hoped for more, too.
They were seated at a nice table and ordered their food. Draco ordered seafood linguine and Harry had the spaghetti with meatballs. Draco also ordered a bottle of wine for them to share. He held a glass of wine and smiled as Harry sipped his.
"So how long do you think we'll be able to keep this to ourselves?" Harry asked curiously, an amused look on his face as he took another sip of the wine.
"I suppose it depends on how serious it gets, doesn't it?" Draco answered, watching for Harry's reaction to that.
"I suppose it does." Harry sat the glass down, looking closely at Draco as he reached across the table for his hand. "I'd like for it to be."
Draco's heart sped up. Years as rivals, then after the war a couple years as co-workers, and now this. It was nearly unbelievable to him. He wrapped his fingers around the other man's. "Yes," he whispered.
Harry smiled in relief and squeezed Draco's hand gently before pulling it back. If someone had told him years ago that he'd be even considering a relationship with Draco Malfoy, he would've laughed at them, but now he couldn't think of anything that he wanted more than this.
They talked about work, about Quidditch and the usual small talk, but Draco felt most of the conversation was in the way they looked at each other.
It wasn't long before Harry was finished with his food, even though it actually took him much longer than normal because of their conversation. He drank the rest of his wine and looked over at Draco once again, a smile playing on his lips. "Your place?" he asked, thinking about Ron being back by the time they got to his own flat.
Draco smiled, trying to hide just how excited those two words made him. It was his turn to pay, so he did and they got up to leave, both automatically reaching for the other man's hand.
Harry squeezed Draco's hand firmly as they walked out of the restaurant, letting the other man lead the way since they were going back to his place.
They made their way to an alley and Draco looked around quickly to see if anyone was looking. He wrapped an arm around Harry's waist and took the man on a Side-Along to the patio at the back of his flat.
Harry didn't back away out of Draco's grasp, stepping closer instead once they landed. He grinned and slid his arms around Draco as well, squeezing him gently.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, leaning in to kiss Harry.
Harry met him halfway, easily deepening the kiss after a minute. He had been waiting all night for this, humming in delight as the moment was finally here.
Now that was what Draco wanted, or at least a good start. He brought both hands up to cup Harry's cheeks, licking and sucking on the other man's lips.
Harry moaned softly and gripped Draco's hips tighter, pressing himself against him. "We should probably go inside," he whispered, breathing hard against the other man's lips.
Draco could hardly bear to stop long enough for that. His heart was beating fast and he nodded, opening the door and pulling Harry along with him inside his home. He hesitated then. "You ... want something to drink?"
"No, I'm okay. I do want you, though," Harry murmured boldly, eyeing the man.
Such directness was arousing to Draco. "You're sure you can handle me?" the blond teased, stepping close again.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "But, oh, do you think you can handle me?" he asked in reply, smirking at him.
"I've always been able to take you," Draco replied with a grin.
Harry laughed softly and shook his head. "Correction, you've always tried to."
"Oh, so are you going to take me instead?" Draco challenged.
"Looks like I'll have to, doesn't it," Harry murmured, sliding his hands down over Draco's hips.
Draco leaned in to rub his lips against Harry's, fingers running up the other man's back, feeling the muscles there.
Harry couldn't wait much longer. He wrapped one arm around Draco's waist and turned the man towards a wall, pressing him against it as he kissed him yet again. "We can either go to the bedroom, or I'll fuck you right here. Your choice."
Draco felt the shiver race down his spine at the promise. "In there." He nodded toward the door on their right.
"Lead the way," Harry said huskily, taking a step back to let Draco move around towards the bedroom.
Draco took hold of Harry's hand and led him into the room. The space was decorated with a lighter tone than most wizarding homes. Draco pulled Harry to stand next to the plush looking bed with its cream-coloured bedspread.
Harry didn't care how the room looked, not with Draco there, wanting him. He gripped Draco's shoulders and gently pushed him back on the bed, crawling forward after him so that he was draped over Draco.
Draco gasped as Potter pounced -- really that had to be the word for it.
Harry grinned, leaning down to kiss the man hard, his hands moving up and into Draco's hair to grip it. He had held back long enough, having finally figured out that this could be just as serious as he wanted it.
Draco reached around and down, fingers finding and kneading Harry's arse as he kissed him. He could feel the other man's arousal pressed into his own through their trousers.
Harry moaned softly and thrust against Draco, wishing their clothes could just melt away. And then he remembered that he was a wizard and he could make clothes disappear that easily. He pulled back from the kiss briefly just to find his wand in the holster he kept up his sleeve and whispered the spell that would leave them naked.
Draco gasped. "Didn't know you knew that one," he whispered.
"Learn something new every day, don't you," Harry chuckled, thrusting against Draco again as he nudged the man's nose with his own.
Draco was too distracted by the feel of Harry's cock pressing into his hip. He had only felt it through trousers before. Freed, it felt much thicker.
"Ah ... I want you so bad," Harry whispered, turning his head to kiss along Draco's smooth jaw. He had always thought that everything about the other man seemed delicate and fragile, from his pale smooth skin, to his white blond hair. But he had learned that Draco was far from fragile, at least in this sense.
"And what you want, you usually get," Draco smirked, hands caressing the man's back.
"That's right," Harry whispered, kissing that smirk before he began to kiss down Draco's body, stopping to tease at his nipples.
"Oh, yes," Draco gasped, hand resting on the back of Harry's head. "Sensitive."
"Oh, really," Harry whispered, sucking one into his mouth while he reached to pinch the other in between two fingers. He pulled his mouth off and blew air onto the wet skin, smiling as it pebbled up.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Draco gasped, writhing under the treatment, his cock jumping against his belly.
Harry loved that he could make Draco moan and gasp like he was, with only a few simple touches. He moved to the next nipple and gave it the same treatment, wanting to hear Draco beg before he moved on.
Draco lay panting and moaning under that tongue. "More," he encouraged.
"More? What do you want me to do?" Harry asked, finally leaving his lover's nipples to kiss down the middle of his stomach, tongue dipping into his navel.
"You said you would take me," Draco whispered.
"I said I would, but I want to hear you ask for it," Harry replied, reaching for his wand as he nuzzled Draco's cock.
"Fuck, yes!" Draco groaned and his cock bobbed against Harry's face. "Suck me, then fuck me," he told him.
Harry grinned up at Draco, taking a moment to enjoy the look of pleasure on his face before he leaned down to suck the man's erection into his mouth. When Harry had first realized that he was gay, sucking cock was one of the first things he learned how to perfect. He found that he enjoyed it more than snogging. Just the fact that he was able to make someone lose control so easily aroused him. He liked the power he had.
Draco threw his hands out, grasping blindly and twisting them into the covers and, trembling, arched himself into Harry's mouth.
Harry moaned around his cock, sucking harder before he pulled off completely and roughly pushed Draco's legs open wider, pointing his wand at his entrance. He murmured a quick lubrication charm before he carefully, and as quickly as he dared, slid a finger inside, crooking it at the same time.
"Ohhhh, yesss!" Draco gasped, lifting both legs and holding them spread even wider for Harry.
Harry paused to watch Draco for a moment, the finger moving in and out slowly. "So fucking hot," he whispered, pressing a second one inside just to see the man's reaction.
Draco wasn't a virgin but it had been a while. "Yes, that's good," he told him.
Harry smiled softly and leaned down and over to kiss his lips gently. "Can't wait to fuck you," he said, twisting the fingers.
"Yes, I want you, want you inside me," Draco answered.
"Are you ready?" Harry asked after another few minutes of stretching him, a third finger easily sliding in as well.
Draco felt like he had been waiting a long time for this but understood what Potter was really asking. "Yes, now," he responded.
Harry reached for his wand and used it to whisper the spell again, pulling his fingers out so he could slick his own cock up properly. He moved up to position himself, pulling one of Draco's legs up to wrap it around his waist. He waited, looking down into the other man's eyes.
Draco looked into those bright green eyes as he felt the slick head of the other man's cock pressing gently against his entrance. "Harry, yes," he whispered.
"Draco," Harry whispered in reply, slowly beginning to press inside the man, his eyes fluttering closed against his will.
Draco wrapped his other leg around his lover, too, and gripped Harry's shoulders with both hands. He felt the slight burn with the pressure as the head of Potter's cock breached him, but he panted though it.
Harry made sure to take his time until he was completely inside of Draco, feeling that it had been a while since the blond had last done this. He let out the breath he was holding and rested his forehead on Draco's shoulder, waiting for him to adjust.
Draco rubbed his face against the side of Harry's. He body was spasming around the other man's flesh. "So thick," he gasped.
"Mm, tight," Harry replied, rotating his hips with a small moan.
"Ahhh," Draco gasped, "more, yes," He arched up against Harry.
Harry groaned before he began a slow rhythm of thrusting, panting softly which each movement.
Draco matched the rhythm, rocking with him and clutching Harry's back. He grunted softly with each thrust.
Harry wanted to keep it slow at first, wanting to drag out the sex as long as possible. It was just so good, almost perfect, to finally be able to be intimate with someone again.
"Kiss me," Draco whispered, one hand sliding up Harry's back and plunging fingers into the hair at the back of his head.
Harry gladly leaned back to press his lips against Draco's, deepening it as he began to thrust harder, groaning softly.
Draco sucked and nibbled on Harry's lips, moaning in pleasure with every slide of that thick cock inside him. His own cock bounced between their two bodies.
Harry grinned as he continued to move, his hips beginning to snap harder and faster. "Love fucking you," he whispered, sliding his fingers into Draco's soft hair again to tilt his head back to kiss him once more.
Draco thrust his tongue into the man's mouth, shifting his hips and shuddering now as Harry's cock began to pound into that sweet spot.
Harry leaned back to curl his fingers around the backs of Draco's knees and press them up against his chest, moving as fast as he could. "Mm, Draco, close," he whispered, his thrusts becoming erratic.
Draco slid his own hand between them, wrapping his fingers around his cock. Several strokes later he cried out, coming in spurts over his hand as his body tightened.
It was Draco tightening around him that triggered Harry's orgasm, his back arching as he came hard, moaning Draco's name.
It felt amazing, this moment, with Potter's cock spasming inside him and his legs tightening around the other man's hips, heels against his arse as he arched. Draco held Harry tight while they both shuddered.
Harry slowly melted as he came down from his high, kissing Draco everywhere he could reach. He took a few extra minutes to slowly pull out of him and roll over, wrapping his arms around Draco to pull him close immediately.
Draco pressed his face against Harry's hair and hummed contentedly. It had been as good as he had hoped.
"Tired?" Harry asked softly, snuggling as close as he could before reaching for a blanket to pull over them.
"A little," Draco admitted, enjoying lying there with the other man.
Harry smiled and nuzzled the other man, finding that he could definitely get used to this. "You won't mind if I spend the night then."
"No, I think that works well for me," Draco replied, delighted actually. He Summoned his wand and cast Cleaning Charms before settling down again.
"We'll figure out who will leave for work first in the morning," Harry chuckled, his eyes closed before he even finished speaking.
Draco watched his lover fall asleep, smiling and stroking his hair until he drifted off as well.
***
They were sitting on Potter's sofa, eating takeaway Chinese food. Weasley was apparently out for the evening and Draco was relaxed, chopsticks in hand and laughing as Harry told him about some of the incidents they had had while cleaning out Grimmauld Place during the war.
Harry laughed softly and continued to tell Draco about most of that summer before his fifth year. It was one of the best summers he had ever had, especially as Sirius had been there with him; even with the trial that had taken place that summer. "We used to go for walks in the evening," he said fondly, slouching in his chair as he thought about it. "We had to sneak out, of course, so he would change into a dog to make it easier, and I'd use my cloak."
"Change into a what?" Draco asked, arching his eyebrow and pausing with Chow Mein noodles dangling from the end of his chopsticks.
"A dog," Harry replied, grinning. "A huge dog, but still one."
"How did he do that?" Draco asked before bringing the noodles the rest of the way to his mouth.
"He was an Animagus," Harry said, remembering what he knew of how his father and his friends had learned the spell. He had assumed that one day he'd have an Animagus form of his own, but it really took a lot of concentration to manage to do it.
"I never knew he could do that," Draco said, already thinking. "I would love to do that. I wonder how difficult it is."
Harry tilted his head to the side, looking thoughtfully at the other man. "So, why don't we try it together?" he asked hopefully, smiling a little at him.
"Really?" Draco smiled, spearing a piece of meat and gesturing with it still in the chopsticks. "That sounds fun. What do you think you would be?"
Harry paused, tapping the fork against his lip. He hadn't really thought that much about it before. "Hm, I don't know. Do you have an idea?"
"Come on, don't tell me you haven't thought about this?" Draco pushed. "I think I would be something big and sleek ... and dangerous," the blond grinned. "Like a leopard."
"Hm, well, maybe a wolf for me," Harry said quietly, raising an eyebrow at Draco's thought. "A leopard? You?"
"You don't think so?" Draco challenged.
"Well, maybe it's because I can't really picture it now," Harry said, smirking at Draco before reaching over to tap the man's nose. "Maybe a bird." He was teasing him, the smile making it obvious.
"A bird?" Draco scoffed. "Maybe you would be a mouse?"
"Ha ha," Harry mumbled, rolling his eyes and poking Draco's nose again before pulling his hand back. "You're funny."
"Come closer and say that," Draco challenged with a grin, reaching to grab the front of Potter's shirt and pull him towards himself.
"What? That I pictured you as a bird, or that you're funny?" Harry asked, raising both eyebrows and grinning back at Draco. He reached for Draco's shirt as well, gripping the collar to pull him closer.
Draco brought his mouth to Potter's, licking soy sauce off his lips.
Harry laughed softly and licked his lips in return, leaning in closer to kiss him properly when he was done.
Draco set aside the chopsticks and plunged both hands into Harry's hair, tongue sliding along the inside of the man's lips.
Harry set his fork down as well, moving closer as he sucked gently on Draco's tongue. He gripped his shirt more tightly and moved to lie back on the couch, pulling Draco with him.
Draco moaned at the feeling of the other man's body under his, eagerly kissing him and rotating his own hips.
"Still think I'd be a good mouse?" Harry gasped against the man's lips, reaching to grip his hips so he could control the thrusting.
"Can I eat the mouse?" Draco teased, nipping Harry's chin.
Harry chuckled, running his one hand down Draco's back, gripping his arse. "I think you know the answer to that already," he hummed.
Draco pulled up Harry's shirt, leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth.
Harry moaned softly, his chest arching as his hand moved to grip Draco's hair. "More," he whispered.
"Greedy," Draco teased as he worked his way to the other nipple and one hand came down to cup Harry's arousal.
"Shut up," Harry groaned, rubbing against Draco's hand to get more friction.
"Is that any way to talk to the man who's going to suck your cock?" Draco asked, unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper of Harry's jeans.
"It's not stopping you, is it?" Harry asked in reply, lifting his hips so the other man could pull the jeans down.
Draco snorted. It was true. He pulled the Harry's jeans and boxers down to his ankles, then leaned forward to nuzzle Harry's cock.
"You know what I think?" Harry asked, reaching to grip the base of his cock so he could rub the tip against Draco's lips. "I think you love to do this so much that nothing will stop you."
Draco didn't actually comment, sliding his mouth down Harry's cock instead.
"That's right," Harry sighed, letting his head fall back as his hand slipped away.
They heard a door slam and footsteps on the stairs below.
Harry's eyes flew open, reaching to carefully pull Draco off his cock. "I think Ron's home," he explained quickly, sitting up.
"Fuck," Draco snapped, rolling off the sofa. "Get your trousers back on."
Harry found them after a moment of searching, pulling the boxers and then trousers back on with a small hiss at the feeling of his arousal brushing against the cloth. He jumped up to fix them properly, looking over at the door every few moments, waiting.
Draco pulled a sofa pillow into his lap to cover his bulge and picked up his chopsticks as if he had still been eating Chow Mein instead of eating Harry just as Ron stumbled into the room.
"Ron!" Harry exclaimed, reaching for another pillow to pull over his lap just as the man stepped inside. "Have fun?"
Ron scowled. "No," he huffed. "Hermione's mad because ..." he trailed off when he saw Draco.
"Draco's been helping me with something," Harry said quickly, trying to think of exactly what. "But what happened with Hermione?"
Ron shook his head, obviously not wanting to talk in front of Draco. "So, what are you doing?"
"Nothing that important, Ron," Harry said, and then taking a chance to get up. "I'll walk you out, Draco."
Draco reached for his jacket, holding it in front of himself to cover the problem and nodded. He waved at Weasley, but headed down the stairs with Harry.
"I'm sorry," Harry murmured as soon as they were downstairs. He leaned over to kiss along Draco's cheek and then his lips.
Draco smiled, kissing him back briefly. "Sending me home without dessert," he teased.
"I won't forget it next time, promise," Harry said, smiling back. "I'll see you at work? We can talk more about this Animagus thing, too."
"I'll hold you to it," Draco promised, nodding and heading out the door.
Harry watched Draco go before turning to slowly head back upstairs, wondering what he was going to tell Ron. It would've been best to just tell the man about their relationship, but he just knew Ron would explode.
Ron was flopped on the couch and had grabbed Harry's fork. He was eating the rest of the Beef in Black Bean Sauce.
Harry walked inside, rolling his eyes when he saw Ron eating. If he only knew what Draco Malfoy was doing on that couch just a short bit ago. "Hey, that wasn't yours," he said, sitting down next to him and reaching for one of the containers. "Going to tell me about what happened with Hermione?"
Ron harrumphed around a bite of beef, rolling his eyes. He swallowed. "We had another fight," he admitted. "And what the fuck was Malfoy doing here?"
"Another fight?" Harry asked, ignoriRon's question. "I thought things were okay."
"It’s the whole wedding thing," Ron admitted. "It's driving me spare. What do I care what colour the flowers are?"
"She just wants your opinion," Harry said, shrugging. "Just bear with it."
"But I don't have a bloody opinion on flowers! Why do I have to have one? Why does she think it means I don't care about her if I don't care about the damn flowers?" Ron ranted, sauce from the food dripping as he gestured with it.
Harry wanted to smile, glad that he had managed to get Ron to completely forget what he had asked before about Draco, but he didn't, instead reaching over to pat Ron's shoulder. "You know how Hermione wants everything perfect. Just agree with her, and everything will be fine."
"That's easy for you to say," Ron muttered, tossing aside the empty carton and stabbing the last egg roll with his fork.
Part 2
Recipient: bonfoi
Title: Roommates, Boyfriends, and Other Indoor Pets (1 of 4)
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: Adult/NC17
Summary: Auror Potter is carrying on a secret relationships with his co-worker Armourer Malfoy. They decide to learn to be Animagi - with surprising results.
Warnings: Explicit M/M sex, oral, anal, bondage, spanking.
Total word count: 20,000
Disclaimer: This story/artwork is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Beta(s): brknhalo241, Mini Mouse and 1over137pt036
Roommates, Boyfriends, and Other Indoor Pets 1 of 4
Draco looked up as Weasley and Potter strode into the room. They were the "star" Aurors these days, which, he felt, was a sad commentary on the state of the wizarding world. That didn't mean he didn’t appreciate the view, though. The view of Potter, that is, hair tousled as usual and eyes shining with excitement as they prepared for their new assignment.
"What'ya got for us, Malfoy?" Weasley asked. He still managed to make it sound like they were still at school rather than at work.
Harry, on the other hand, had definitely moved on past their old school rivalry ever since Draco had started to work at the Ministry. He smiled and came to stand next to Ron, trying not to make it too obvious that he liked coming into Draco's office. "Anything fun?" he asked, turning to lean against the desk, making sure nothing was there for him to mess up.
"Hands off, Potter," Draco snapped, but added a smirk and an eyebrow arch. His desk wasn't really a desk as much as a worktable littered with various items he used in his experiments. He was the Armourer for the Aurors. Which meant he came up with the magical objects, potions and new spells the department used. Behind him there was a small explosion from one of the work areas and the squeal of a house-elf who worked with them.
Harry hopped back, not taking any chances after that one incident that happened months ago. He hated talking about it, but that didn't mean he couldn't be reminded of it. "Right. So you were going to give us something? Maybe?" Harry said, if only to distract himself from staring at Draco's face, having taken a liking to that smirk of his.
Draco thought to himself that he had something for Potter, definitely, but that it would have to wait until after work. He gave him a quick look to show him what he was thinking.
"So, you blow anyone up this week?" Ron asked, looking curiously over at where the research staff was trying to clean up whatever they had just done.
"No, did you?" Draco countered.
Harry snorted, turning away and covering his mouth to make it sound like a cough. He had to admit that he could just sit and watch the two of them throw insults back and forth; it was just that much fun. Once he had recovered he turned back towards Draco, even though there was still an amused smile on his face. "No one this week, promise."
"No, blowing someone is your hobby," Ron retorted belatedly to Draco, apparently trying to make some reference to his reputation as being gay.
"That's not a hobby, that's a vocation," Draco replied, grinning as Ron flushed red and made a face.
Harry blushed as well, pretending to find something more interesting going on behind Draco with the house-elves. It was so hard not to comment.
"So I have something new for you," Draco smirked. "You want to see?"
"That's what I've been waiting for," Harry said with a grin, looking back at him to pay close attention.
Ron snorted but didn't comment further.
Draco handed Harry a bottle of ink and just as the man reached for it, pulled back so that the bottle fell from their hands to the floor spilling out and forming a black pool.
"Hey!" Harry exclaimed, quickly moving back so he wouldn't step in the ink or get it on his clothes.
Draco was smiling and Ron shook his head. "Touch it," Draco told Harry. "Touch the pool."
When Harry did, his hand went into what felt like a hole in the ground instead of an ink spot.
"Whoa," Harry said, pulling his hand back to look at it quickly. "A black hole?"
"Yes, the ink spot creates a hole. Throw this in front of someone running, for example, and they step into it, of course you might have to take them to St Mungo's to fix the broken leg before they are sent to Azkaban, but they wouldn't get very far," Draco explained with a grin. Then, aiming his wand at the black spot, Draco cast a spell to suck up the ink and the hole was gone, the floor looking the same as it had before.
"That'll slow them down," Ron said in approval.
"Where does it go, though?" Harry asked curiously, obviously liking the idea. There were plenty of times that he could think of when he'd needed something like this.
Draco nodded at Ron's comment before looking at Harry. "Where does what go?"
"It's just a hole in the ground?" Harry asked, he had thought that the hole would take them somewhere else, but he guessed not.
"Exactly," Draco said. "Yet, most of them will step right on it because they think it is just ink."
"It's perfect," Harry said, grinning at Draco. He loved the man's inventions.
"I also have your shadow cloak repaired," Draco told Weasley with a frown. The cloak wasn't as good as an Invisibility Cloak like Potter had, but it did allow the wearer to blend into the shadows. "Just don't get it caught on anything again. I spend as much time repairing your things as making new ones."
Ron huffed. "It got caught on a fence," he complained. "I couldn't let the bloke get away 'cause I stopped to unhook the bloody cloak!"
Harry snickered, but nodded, remembering that night. "Maybe you should put Velcro or something on his cloaks," he said thoughtfully, smirking at Draco.
"What's 'velo'?" Draco asked.
Harry laughed and shook his head. "I can't explain it. Maybe I'll show you what it is, instead, sometime," he said, remembering that Malfoy came from a wizarding family.
Draco picked up a couple of bottles of the Instant Hole Ink and handed them to the other two men. He let his fingers slide against Potter's briefly as he did. "See you later," he whispered.
Harry smiled a little and nodded, pausing to let his hand linger longer than it needed to. "Later," he murmured.
***
Draco whistled as he walked along the pavement, heading to the Italian restaurant where he was supposed to meet Potter that evening. It had been a good week. The Auror team had brought in two fugitives with the help of the creations of the Armoury. Now he was going out on his third date with Potter.
Harry managed to get out of the flat right after Ron had left to meet Hermione, Apparating to an alleyway that he knew was close to the restaurant where he was meeting Draco. After running a hand through his hair to make sure it wasn't that bad, which never did help, he left the alley and walked down to the entrance of the restaurant while looking around for his date.
Draco arrived early. He usually did. He hated being late for anything so he sat at the bar, sipping a glass of wine and watching the door.
Of course Harry didn't spot him until he stepped inside, smiling and walking over to sit down next to him. "I'm not late, am I?" he asked, leaning closer.
"Surprisingly, no," Draco answered with a smirk. Damn, but that smile was hot.
"It's not my fault you're always early," Harry commented, unable to stop himself from leaning closer and kissing Draco softly, that smirk of his always getting to him.
The kiss got to Draco, making him shiver from the soft press of lips. It was a Muggle restaurant and he didn't know how well they would take two men kissing in their bar, so he didn't grab Potter for the deep snog he would have preferred. Harry, he reminded himself. Potter at work, Harry when they were alone.
Harry hummed softly before he ended the kiss, nudging Draco's nose before pulling back completely. "Still want to have dinner with me?"
Draco flushed because he wanted more than dinner, but they hadn't gone past some really hot kissing and touching yet. "Dinner first?" he asked hopefully.
"Dinner first," Harry promised, knowing exactly what was on Draco's mind. He hoped for more, too.
They were seated at a nice table and ordered their food. Draco ordered seafood linguine and Harry had the spaghetti with meatballs. Draco also ordered a bottle of wine for them to share. He held a glass of wine and smiled as Harry sipped his.
"So how long do you think we'll be able to keep this to ourselves?" Harry asked curiously, an amused look on his face as he took another sip of the wine.
"I suppose it depends on how serious it gets, doesn't it?" Draco answered, watching for Harry's reaction to that.
"I suppose it does." Harry sat the glass down, looking closely at Draco as he reached across the table for his hand. "I'd like for it to be."
Draco's heart sped up. Years as rivals, then after the war a couple years as co-workers, and now this. It was nearly unbelievable to him. He wrapped his fingers around the other man's. "Yes," he whispered.
Harry smiled in relief and squeezed Draco's hand gently before pulling it back. If someone had told him years ago that he'd be even considering a relationship with Draco Malfoy, he would've laughed at them, but now he couldn't think of anything that he wanted more than this.
They talked about work, about Quidditch and the usual small talk, but Draco felt most of the conversation was in the way they looked at each other.
It wasn't long before Harry was finished with his food, even though it actually took him much longer than normal because of their conversation. He drank the rest of his wine and looked over at Draco once again, a smile playing on his lips. "Your place?" he asked, thinking about Ron being back by the time they got to his own flat.
Draco smiled, trying to hide just how excited those two words made him. It was his turn to pay, so he did and they got up to leave, both automatically reaching for the other man's hand.
Harry squeezed Draco's hand firmly as they walked out of the restaurant, letting the other man lead the way since they were going back to his place.
They made their way to an alley and Draco looked around quickly to see if anyone was looking. He wrapped an arm around Harry's waist and took the man on a Side-Along to the patio at the back of his flat.
Harry didn't back away out of Draco's grasp, stepping closer instead once they landed. He grinned and slid his arms around Draco as well, squeezing him gently.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, leaning in to kiss Harry.
Harry met him halfway, easily deepening the kiss after a minute. He had been waiting all night for this, humming in delight as the moment was finally here.
Now that was what Draco wanted, or at least a good start. He brought both hands up to cup Harry's cheeks, licking and sucking on the other man's lips.
Harry moaned softly and gripped Draco's hips tighter, pressing himself against him. "We should probably go inside," he whispered, breathing hard against the other man's lips.
Draco could hardly bear to stop long enough for that. His heart was beating fast and he nodded, opening the door and pulling Harry along with him inside his home. He hesitated then. "You ... want something to drink?"
"No, I'm okay. I do want you, though," Harry murmured boldly, eyeing the man.
Such directness was arousing to Draco. "You're sure you can handle me?" the blond teased, stepping close again.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "But, oh, do you think you can handle me?" he asked in reply, smirking at him.
"I've always been able to take you," Draco replied with a grin.
Harry laughed softly and shook his head. "Correction, you've always tried to."
"Oh, so are you going to take me instead?" Draco challenged.
"Looks like I'll have to, doesn't it," Harry murmured, sliding his hands down over Draco's hips.
Draco leaned in to rub his lips against Harry's, fingers running up the other man's back, feeling the muscles there.
Harry couldn't wait much longer. He wrapped one arm around Draco's waist and turned the man towards a wall, pressing him against it as he kissed him yet again. "We can either go to the bedroom, or I'll fuck you right here. Your choice."
Draco felt the shiver race down his spine at the promise. "In there." He nodded toward the door on their right.
"Lead the way," Harry said huskily, taking a step back to let Draco move around towards the bedroom.
Draco took hold of Harry's hand and led him into the room. The space was decorated with a lighter tone than most wizarding homes. Draco pulled Harry to stand next to the plush looking bed with its cream-coloured bedspread.
Harry didn't care how the room looked, not with Draco there, wanting him. He gripped Draco's shoulders and gently pushed him back on the bed, crawling forward after him so that he was draped over Draco.
Draco gasped as Potter pounced -- really that had to be the word for it.
Harry grinned, leaning down to kiss the man hard, his hands moving up and into Draco's hair to grip it. He had held back long enough, having finally figured out that this could be just as serious as he wanted it.
Draco reached around and down, fingers finding and kneading Harry's arse as he kissed him. He could feel the other man's arousal pressed into his own through their trousers.
Harry moaned softly and thrust against Draco, wishing their clothes could just melt away. And then he remembered that he was a wizard and he could make clothes disappear that easily. He pulled back from the kiss briefly just to find his wand in the holster he kept up his sleeve and whispered the spell that would leave them naked.
Draco gasped. "Didn't know you knew that one," he whispered.
"Learn something new every day, don't you," Harry chuckled, thrusting against Draco again as he nudged the man's nose with his own.
Draco was too distracted by the feel of Harry's cock pressing into his hip. He had only felt it through trousers before. Freed, it felt much thicker.
"Ah ... I want you so bad," Harry whispered, turning his head to kiss along Draco's smooth jaw. He had always thought that everything about the other man seemed delicate and fragile, from his pale smooth skin, to his white blond hair. But he had learned that Draco was far from fragile, at least in this sense.
"And what you want, you usually get," Draco smirked, hands caressing the man's back.
"That's right," Harry whispered, kissing that smirk before he began to kiss down Draco's body, stopping to tease at his nipples.
"Oh, yes," Draco gasped, hand resting on the back of Harry's head. "Sensitive."
"Oh, really," Harry whispered, sucking one into his mouth while he reached to pinch the other in between two fingers. He pulled his mouth off and blew air onto the wet skin, smiling as it pebbled up.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Draco gasped, writhing under the treatment, his cock jumping against his belly.
Harry loved that he could make Draco moan and gasp like he was, with only a few simple touches. He moved to the next nipple and gave it the same treatment, wanting to hear Draco beg before he moved on.
Draco lay panting and moaning under that tongue. "More," he encouraged.
"More? What do you want me to do?" Harry asked, finally leaving his lover's nipples to kiss down the middle of his stomach, tongue dipping into his navel.
"You said you would take me," Draco whispered.
"I said I would, but I want to hear you ask for it," Harry replied, reaching for his wand as he nuzzled Draco's cock.
"Fuck, yes!" Draco groaned and his cock bobbed against Harry's face. "Suck me, then fuck me," he told him.
Harry grinned up at Draco, taking a moment to enjoy the look of pleasure on his face before he leaned down to suck the man's erection into his mouth. When Harry had first realized that he was gay, sucking cock was one of the first things he learned how to perfect. He found that he enjoyed it more than snogging. Just the fact that he was able to make someone lose control so easily aroused him. He liked the power he had.
Draco threw his hands out, grasping blindly and twisting them into the covers and, trembling, arched himself into Harry's mouth.
Harry moaned around his cock, sucking harder before he pulled off completely and roughly pushed Draco's legs open wider, pointing his wand at his entrance. He murmured a quick lubrication charm before he carefully, and as quickly as he dared, slid a finger inside, crooking it at the same time.
"Ohhhh, yesss!" Draco gasped, lifting both legs and holding them spread even wider for Harry.
Harry paused to watch Draco for a moment, the finger moving in and out slowly. "So fucking hot," he whispered, pressing a second one inside just to see the man's reaction.
Draco wasn't a virgin but it had been a while. "Yes, that's good," he told him.
Harry smiled softly and leaned down and over to kiss his lips gently. "Can't wait to fuck you," he said, twisting the fingers.
"Yes, I want you, want you inside me," Draco answered.
"Are you ready?" Harry asked after another few minutes of stretching him, a third finger easily sliding in as well.
Draco felt like he had been waiting a long time for this but understood what Potter was really asking. "Yes, now," he responded.
Harry reached for his wand and used it to whisper the spell again, pulling his fingers out so he could slick his own cock up properly. He moved up to position himself, pulling one of Draco's legs up to wrap it around his waist. He waited, looking down into the other man's eyes.
Draco looked into those bright green eyes as he felt the slick head of the other man's cock pressing gently against his entrance. "Harry, yes," he whispered.
"Draco," Harry whispered in reply, slowly beginning to press inside the man, his eyes fluttering closed against his will.
Draco wrapped his other leg around his lover, too, and gripped Harry's shoulders with both hands. He felt the slight burn with the pressure as the head of Potter's cock breached him, but he panted though it.
Harry made sure to take his time until he was completely inside of Draco, feeling that it had been a while since the blond had last done this. He let out the breath he was holding and rested his forehead on Draco's shoulder, waiting for him to adjust.
Draco rubbed his face against the side of Harry's. He body was spasming around the other man's flesh. "So thick," he gasped.
"Mm, tight," Harry replied, rotating his hips with a small moan.
"Ahhh," Draco gasped, "more, yes," He arched up against Harry.
Harry groaned before he began a slow rhythm of thrusting, panting softly which each movement.
Draco matched the rhythm, rocking with him and clutching Harry's back. He grunted softly with each thrust.
Harry wanted to keep it slow at first, wanting to drag out the sex as long as possible. It was just so good, almost perfect, to finally be able to be intimate with someone again.
"Kiss me," Draco whispered, one hand sliding up Harry's back and plunging fingers into the hair at the back of his head.
Harry gladly leaned back to press his lips against Draco's, deepening it as he began to thrust harder, groaning softly.
Draco sucked and nibbled on Harry's lips, moaning in pleasure with every slide of that thick cock inside him. His own cock bounced between their two bodies.
Harry grinned as he continued to move, his hips beginning to snap harder and faster. "Love fucking you," he whispered, sliding his fingers into Draco's soft hair again to tilt his head back to kiss him once more.
Draco thrust his tongue into the man's mouth, shifting his hips and shuddering now as Harry's cock began to pound into that sweet spot.
Harry leaned back to curl his fingers around the backs of Draco's knees and press them up against his chest, moving as fast as he could. "Mm, Draco, close," he whispered, his thrusts becoming erratic.
Draco slid his own hand between them, wrapping his fingers around his cock. Several strokes later he cried out, coming in spurts over his hand as his body tightened.
It was Draco tightening around him that triggered Harry's orgasm, his back arching as he came hard, moaning Draco's name.
It felt amazing, this moment, with Potter's cock spasming inside him and his legs tightening around the other man's hips, heels against his arse as he arched. Draco held Harry tight while they both shuddered.
Harry slowly melted as he came down from his high, kissing Draco everywhere he could reach. He took a few extra minutes to slowly pull out of him and roll over, wrapping his arms around Draco to pull him close immediately.
Draco pressed his face against Harry's hair and hummed contentedly. It had been as good as he had hoped.
"Tired?" Harry asked softly, snuggling as close as he could before reaching for a blanket to pull over them.
"A little," Draco admitted, enjoying lying there with the other man.
Harry smiled and nuzzled the other man, finding that he could definitely get used to this. "You won't mind if I spend the night then."
"No, I think that works well for me," Draco replied, delighted actually. He Summoned his wand and cast Cleaning Charms before settling down again.
"We'll figure out who will leave for work first in the morning," Harry chuckled, his eyes closed before he even finished speaking.
Draco watched his lover fall asleep, smiling and stroking his hair until he drifted off as well.
***
They were sitting on Potter's sofa, eating takeaway Chinese food. Weasley was apparently out for the evening and Draco was relaxed, chopsticks in hand and laughing as Harry told him about some of the incidents they had had while cleaning out Grimmauld Place during the war.
Harry laughed softly and continued to tell Draco about most of that summer before his fifth year. It was one of the best summers he had ever had, especially as Sirius had been there with him; even with the trial that had taken place that summer. "We used to go for walks in the evening," he said fondly, slouching in his chair as he thought about it. "We had to sneak out, of course, so he would change into a dog to make it easier, and I'd use my cloak."
"Change into a what?" Draco asked, arching his eyebrow and pausing with Chow Mein noodles dangling from the end of his chopsticks.
"A dog," Harry replied, grinning. "A huge dog, but still one."
"How did he do that?" Draco asked before bringing the noodles the rest of the way to his mouth.
"He was an Animagus," Harry said, remembering what he knew of how his father and his friends had learned the spell. He had assumed that one day he'd have an Animagus form of his own, but it really took a lot of concentration to manage to do it.
"I never knew he could do that," Draco said, already thinking. "I would love to do that. I wonder how difficult it is."
Harry tilted his head to the side, looking thoughtfully at the other man. "So, why don't we try it together?" he asked hopefully, smiling a little at him.
"Really?" Draco smiled, spearing a piece of meat and gesturing with it still in the chopsticks. "That sounds fun. What do you think you would be?"
Harry paused, tapping the fork against his lip. He hadn't really thought that much about it before. "Hm, I don't know. Do you have an idea?"
"Come on, don't tell me you haven't thought about this?" Draco pushed. "I think I would be something big and sleek ... and dangerous," the blond grinned. "Like a leopard."
"Hm, well, maybe a wolf for me," Harry said quietly, raising an eyebrow at Draco's thought. "A leopard? You?"
"You don't think so?" Draco challenged.
"Well, maybe it's because I can't really picture it now," Harry said, smirking at Draco before reaching over to tap the man's nose. "Maybe a bird." He was teasing him, the smile making it obvious.
"A bird?" Draco scoffed. "Maybe you would be a mouse?"
"Ha ha," Harry mumbled, rolling his eyes and poking Draco's nose again before pulling his hand back. "You're funny."
"Come closer and say that," Draco challenged with a grin, reaching to grab the front of Potter's shirt and pull him towards himself.
"What? That I pictured you as a bird, or that you're funny?" Harry asked, raising both eyebrows and grinning back at Draco. He reached for Draco's shirt as well, gripping the collar to pull him closer.
Draco brought his mouth to Potter's, licking soy sauce off his lips.
Harry laughed softly and licked his lips in return, leaning in closer to kiss him properly when he was done.
Draco set aside the chopsticks and plunged both hands into Harry's hair, tongue sliding along the inside of the man's lips.
Harry set his fork down as well, moving closer as he sucked gently on Draco's tongue. He gripped his shirt more tightly and moved to lie back on the couch, pulling Draco with him.
Draco moaned at the feeling of the other man's body under his, eagerly kissing him and rotating his own hips.
"Still think I'd be a good mouse?" Harry gasped against the man's lips, reaching to grip his hips so he could control the thrusting.
"Can I eat the mouse?" Draco teased, nipping Harry's chin.
Harry chuckled, running his one hand down Draco's back, gripping his arse. "I think you know the answer to that already," he hummed.
Draco pulled up Harry's shirt, leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth.
Harry moaned softly, his chest arching as his hand moved to grip Draco's hair. "More," he whispered.
"Greedy," Draco teased as he worked his way to the other nipple and one hand came down to cup Harry's arousal.
"Shut up," Harry groaned, rubbing against Draco's hand to get more friction.
"Is that any way to talk to the man who's going to suck your cock?" Draco asked, unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper of Harry's jeans.
"It's not stopping you, is it?" Harry asked in reply, lifting his hips so the other man could pull the jeans down.
Draco snorted. It was true. He pulled the Harry's jeans and boxers down to his ankles, then leaned forward to nuzzle Harry's cock.
"You know what I think?" Harry asked, reaching to grip the base of his cock so he could rub the tip against Draco's lips. "I think you love to do this so much that nothing will stop you."
Draco didn't actually comment, sliding his mouth down Harry's cock instead.
"That's right," Harry sighed, letting his head fall back as his hand slipped away.
They heard a door slam and footsteps on the stairs below.
Harry's eyes flew open, reaching to carefully pull Draco off his cock. "I think Ron's home," he explained quickly, sitting up.
"Fuck," Draco snapped, rolling off the sofa. "Get your trousers back on."
Harry found them after a moment of searching, pulling the boxers and then trousers back on with a small hiss at the feeling of his arousal brushing against the cloth. He jumped up to fix them properly, looking over at the door every few moments, waiting.
Draco pulled a sofa pillow into his lap to cover his bulge and picked up his chopsticks as if he had still been eating Chow Mein instead of eating Harry just as Ron stumbled into the room.
"Ron!" Harry exclaimed, reaching for another pillow to pull over his lap just as the man stepped inside. "Have fun?"
Ron scowled. "No," he huffed. "Hermione's mad because ..." he trailed off when he saw Draco.
"Draco's been helping me with something," Harry said quickly, trying to think of exactly what. "But what happened with Hermione?"
Ron shook his head, obviously not wanting to talk in front of Draco. "So, what are you doing?"
"Nothing that important, Ron," Harry said, and then taking a chance to get up. "I'll walk you out, Draco."
Draco reached for his jacket, holding it in front of himself to cover the problem and nodded. He waved at Weasley, but headed down the stairs with Harry.
"I'm sorry," Harry murmured as soon as they were downstairs. He leaned over to kiss along Draco's cheek and then his lips.
Draco smiled, kissing him back briefly. "Sending me home without dessert," he teased.
"I won't forget it next time, promise," Harry said, smiling back. "I'll see you at work? We can talk more about this Animagus thing, too."
"I'll hold you to it," Draco promised, nodding and heading out the door.
Harry watched Draco go before turning to slowly head back upstairs, wondering what he was going to tell Ron. It would've been best to just tell the man about their relationship, but he just knew Ron would explode.
Ron was flopped on the couch and had grabbed Harry's fork. He was eating the rest of the Beef in Black Bean Sauce.
Harry walked inside, rolling his eyes when he saw Ron eating. If he only knew what Draco Malfoy was doing on that couch just a short bit ago. "Hey, that wasn't yours," he said, sitting down next to him and reaching for one of the containers. "Going to tell me about what happened with Hermione?"
Ron harrumphed around a bite of beef, rolling his eyes. He swallowed. "We had another fight," he admitted. "And what the fuck was Malfoy doing here?"
"Another fight?" Harry asked, ignoriRon's question. "I thought things were okay."
"It’s the whole wedding thing," Ron admitted. "It's driving me spare. What do I care what colour the flowers are?"
"She just wants your opinion," Harry said, shrugging. "Just bear with it."
"But I don't have a bloody opinion on flowers! Why do I have to have one? Why does she think it means I don't care about her if I don't care about the damn flowers?" Ron ranted, sauce from the food dripping as he gestured with it.
Harry wanted to smile, glad that he had managed to get Ron to completely forget what he had asked before about Draco, but he didn't, instead reaching over to pat Ron's shoulder. "You know how Hermione wants everything perfect. Just agree with her, and everything will be fine."
"That's easy for you to say," Ron muttered, tossing aside the empty carton and stabbing the last egg roll with his fork.
Part 2