Still Got It (H/D, NC-17)
Title: Still Got It
Author:
sesheta_66
Requestor:
why_me_why_not
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17 (yes, I wrote NC-17)
Word count: 3397
Warnings: Very, very fluffy. And a little bit smutty.
Summary: Harry has a little something special planned for his and Draco's fifth wedding anniversary. Posted in response to this request: “Harry/Draco Postwar, established relationship, Harry & Draco celebrate an anniversary.”
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters & universe belong to JK Rowling & her publishers. No money is made, nor infringement intended. It’s all for fun.
A/N: A big shout out to my fabulous betas,
charmed310 and
pepper202 ! Any remaining mistakes are all mine. Feel free to point them out.
Harry was anxious. No, he was beyond anxious. He was positively frantic. He had planned a wonderful celebration for his and Draco's fifth anniversary. Wow! He still could hardly believe it had been that long. This year, he wanted to do something that his boyfriend would never forget.
Draco was due home in about an hour, giving Harry time to check on the finishing touches. He Apparated to the location to find that everything was perfect; the house elves (Dobby especially) had really outdone themselves with the preparations. Harry had decided to keep that little detail to himself. No need to upset Hermione after she had been so much help. Now, all he had to do was Apparated home, wash up, and wait for Draco.
When Draco arrived home that night, he looked completely knackered. "What a week!" he said as he threw himself onto the sofa. Harry leaned over, gave him a soft kiss, and lifted his protesting husband back onto his feet. "But Harry," he whined. "I'm soooo tired." This last statement was punctuated with a classic Draco pout.
"I know you are, but humour me, please?" He looked up at Draco with the pleading eyes he knew couldn't be resisted.
"Oh, alright," he grumbled.
"I've got a surprise for you. Just go have a shower and get dressed in something comfortable."
Draco's eyes narrowed. "What are you up to?"
"Surprise, Draco. That generally doesn't involve telling the other person what's to come. So off you go!" He playfully shoved the blonde towards the bathroom door.
"You know you're lousy at keeping secrets, Potter. I'll break you!"
Harry winked at him. "That's what you think. I've kept quiet on this one for months."
"What?"
"Shower, Draco. The sooner you're ready, the sooner we leave." Harry watched as he padded down the hall looking, for all anyone could tell, quite put out. But Harry saw the twinkle in his eyes, and knew he was happily itching to find out what the surprise was.
After Draco was ready, Harry wrapped himself around his husband, and whispered, "Happy Anniversary," into his ear, and Apparated them both to a log cabin situated on a lake. There was nothing but nature as far as the eye could see. The grounds were covered with trees, except for the large clearing where the cabin was situated. Looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the back of the cabin, they had a breathtaking view of a pristine lake, and there was not another soul to be seen for miles.
"This place is gorgeous! It's absolutely breathtaking," Draco exclaimed, giving Harry a gentle hug. "How did you find out about it?"
"Actually, I read about a place like this in a Muggle travel magazine. When I mentioned it to Hermione, she put me in touch with a travel agent."
"This is a Muggle place?" Harry watched the inner battle in Draco's mind, at once both shocked and impressed.
"Not Muggle, no. It's owned by a witch and wizard. They are brother and sister, neither is married, and they don't have much use for the place, so they rent it out. There are wards around the perimeter, and it's completely secluded, so magic isn't a problem."
"It's absolutely perfect," Draco said, pulling Harry into a slow, purposeful kiss.
Somewhat reluctantly, Harry pulled away. "Let me show you around a bit."
"Harry, you do realize that our anniversary isn't actually for three more days, right?"
"Yes, I know that. We'll still be here then."
"But my work --" he began, only to be stopped short by a huge grin on Harry's face. "What have you done?" he asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
"Well, I did say that I'd been preparing for months, didn't I?"
"And you got Severus to agree? You actually spoke to him?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes, I have been known to speak to him on occasion."
"But not voluntarily."
"Well, it was for you, and I'll do just about anything for you, you know." The smile Harry received made it all worthwhile. "Actually, this long weekend away is merely your first gift."
"Oh, Mr. Potter-Malfoy, you are sooo getting some tonight!"
"Well, I was rather hoping to, Mr. Malfoy-Potter." He took Draco's face in his, and leaned in for a kiss. Their tongues began their familiar dance with each other, and as Harry was just warming up to the idea, Draco pulled back.
"So how about that tour you promised me?"
"Come with me." He led Draco into a room just to the left of the fireplace. "This is your second gift of the weekend," Harry whispered in Draco's ear. "Take off your clothes and lie down."
"A massage, Harry? How decadent! Whom did you convince to come all the way out here to treat me to this?"
"Oh, there will most certainly not be anyone else putting their hands on that beautiful body of yours. That pleasure, my gorgeous husband, is reserved for me." Draco's face lit up like a young child's at Christmastime. He quickly divested himself of his clothing and climbed up onto the massage table to receive his second gift of the day.
As Harry began to work his magic with the various scented oils and lotions, Draco's muscles relaxed, and he became putty in Harry's hands. "Harry?"
"Mmm?"
"You said this was the second of my presents. Just how many are there?"
Harry had to chuckle at his husband's question. Draco could always be counted on to get excited at the prospect of presents. "Five."
"Five?"
"Yes, five. One for every year we've been married."
"You spoil me, Harry," he said as he put his head back down, relaxing into Harry's touch once again.
"Yes, I do. But you're worth it."
"Of course I am," he replied, punctuating it with a "muah" into the air. "Don't ever stop."
"The massage?"
"No, although it does feel wonderful. I mean don't ever stop spoiling me. You never know who might come along, willing to shower me with gifts."
Harry's grip became just a bit harder at that comment. "But nobody can give you this," he said as he joined his husband on the table, pressing his now rock-hard cock into his husband's well-oiled thigh meaningfully.
"And you better not be offering that to anyone else, either," Draco replied, as he turned himself around to face Harry. Molten eyes moved from Harry's face, down his body. "You," he purred into Harry's ear, "have entirely too much clothing on." He nipped Harry's lobe, taking it into his mouth, and caressing it with his tongue. "Let me help you fix that," he growled.
Draco wasted no time releasing Harry from the confines of his clothes, and they began a slow, well-rehearsed journey over every inch of each other's bodies. Hands, lips, tongues traced familiar lines and painted circles over well-toned and sweat-slicked bodies. When at last they could not take any more, Draco gasped. "Now, Harry ... want you ... need you ... inside me ... now."
Harry didn't need to hear those words twice. He reached for the lube on the night table, and prepared Draco with skilled ease. As he positioned his cock at Draco's entrance, their eyes locked, and time stood still for the briefest of moments. "Love you," Harry whispered.
"Love you too," Draco echoed.
As Harry slid inside Draco, he was overwhelmed with the feeling that things truly could not ever get better than this. This man, this time, this place, all of it. This was how it should be. This was perfect. In Draco's arms, he was home. "Gods, Draco!"
"Move, Harry. Now. Please." As he began thrusting, Harry couldn't take his eyes off Draco's face; so full of love, completely open to him, and so out of control with desire all at the same time. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. As they picked up the pace, Harry's eyes involuntarily closed, and he lost himself in the sheer ecstasy of the moment. As he found that familiar sweet spot, Draco gasped. "Harry. Oh God. Love ... you ... so ... much."
Harry reached between their writhing bodies, his hand finding its way to Draco's throbbing and leaking cock, to fist it in time with their thrusting. A few strokes later, he felt Draco climax, his muscles contracting around Harry's cock, and his warm come spilling between their bodies. When Draco whimpered his name, it was enough to send Harry over the edge too. "Gods, Draco," he moaned between breaths. "That was --”
"Yeah, it was."
As their breathing gradually steadied, and they came back down from their high, they held each other, silently pressing kisses on the other's cooling skin. It wasn't long, however, before they realized just how uncomfortable a massage table could be, and they moved into the master bedroom. Wrapped around each other, they fell into a well-earned sleep.
A loud crack, followed immediately by a high pitched, "Mister Harry Potter, sir," brought Harry abruptly out of his slumber.
"Dobby?" he asked groggily.
"Yes, Harry Potter, sir." Harry rubbed his face, trying to wake up. He noticed Dobby's slightly disappointed expression, and quickly plastered a smile on his face.
"Thank you, Dobby. I am very glad to see that you are as punctual as always." Dobby's face beamed at the compliment. "We just, er ... fell asleep. Give us a few minutes, and we'll come in for supper, okay?"
"Oh, yes, Harry Potter sir. You and Master Malfoy will be pleased, sir." Harry didn't bother correcting the house elf. He had explained countless times over the past five years that he was also a Malfoy, and that Draco was also a Potter, but there was no explaining to him.
Harry shook a reluctant Draco awake, and they both indulged in a shower, trying very hard to keep their hands from wandering too much, and twenty minutes later they were seated at the dining room table, which was covered with all of Draco's favourites. "Is this my third present?" Draco asked with a smile.
"No, but right after supper, you'll get gift number three."
"Mmm ... if it's anything like gift number two, let's just skip the food."
Harry laughed, reaching over to squeeze Draco's hand. "Be patient. There's lots of time for that. And no, the next gift is not like the last one, but I'm sure you'll appreciate it." Draco pouted, which didn't work on Harry. Sensing defeat, he dove into his meal instead.
"That was delicious," Draco announced, as he finished his supper.
"Mhmm. Dinner was excellent."
"The meal? Oh, yes. Well, that was delicious too." Harry blushed, which made Draco burst into a fit of laughter. "I can't believe, with everything we've done together, that you still blush at a comment like that," he said, trying but failing to regain his composure. Looking at Harry's face, he hastened to add, "But I wouldn't have you any other way. It is positively endearing, and, well, cute!"
"I am not cute," Harry disputed, in an affronted tone.
"Oh yes you are," Draco disagreed, kissing him on the cheek. "And sexy as hell too, of course."
"Well, I suppose that's alright then."
"So, where's my next present?"
"Come with me." Harry guided him outside, and to a small shed Draco hadn't noticed before. "It's in there," Harry said.
When Draco opened the door, he let out a gasp. "Harry! It's fabulous! But why? I don't ride that often any more," he said. Then, as an afterthought he added, "Well, not broomsticks anyway," and winked at Harry.
Smiling, Harry wrapped his arms around his husband, and drew him against his body. "Because the first time I noticed how gorgeous you were, I was watching you play Quidditch in our second year at Hogwarts. You were still a git, don't get me wrong, but you were, and remain, a beautiful flier. Besides, a lot of my fondest memories of Hogwarts were facing off against you. You do realize that you were the only real competition I ever had, right? That is the reason I bought you the professional-grade broomstick."
"It's perfect," Draco said, beaming at Harry's flattering remarks. "And so are you."
"Perfect, I'm not, but I'll keep trying."
"Well, you're perfect for me."
"And you are perfect for me." Harry planted a warm kiss on Draco's lips. "Now let's take that new broomstick for a ride!" Harry summoned his own broom, which he had tucked away in the back of the shed.
They spent the next couple of hours racing around and performing manoeuvres that would make even younger wizards wary. "We've still got it!" called Draco with glee.
"Never a doubt," Harry agreed. "But how about we take what we've got inside for the night. It's getting dark, and I could do with a rest."
"Grandpa," Draco called with affection, as Harry put his broomstick away. They went inside, had a night cap and went to bed.
The next morning, Harry awoke to a warm, moist mouth around his very interested morning erection. "Good morning to you too," he said with a smile.
Draco looked up at him, but didn't pause in his efforts. It wasn't long before Harry, clutching blonde hair in his fists, screamed out Draco's name as his come shot down his husband's throat. Draco lapped up every drop, and only then did Harry receive a response. "Morning, Harry." God, that raspy voice and his red swollen lips were so sexy.
"How about I return the favour?" Harry offered, pulling Draco up into a kiss.
"Mmm ... maybe later," Draco responded, licking his lips and smiling at Harry. "This was just my way to say thanks for yesterday. It couldn't have been more wonderful."
"Anything for you, you know that."
"So where's my next present?"
Laughing for the who knew what time that weekend, Harry extricated himself from their bed and pulled Draco into the sitting room.
"Hey! That wasn't there last night!" he said as he caught sight of a large parcel on the floor.
"Nope," Harry grinned. "Dobby was under strict instructions not to deliver this gift until after we had gone to bed.
Harry nodded his consent, and Draco ran across the room to rip open the gift. "Wow, Harry! This is incredible! How did you know what to - no, wait. Don't tell me Severus helped you buy a gift for me?"
"Well, he helped with a few of the supplies," he admitted.
"Merlin, Harry. First the weekend, now the present; what do you owe him after all this?"
"Oh, nothing much. He's just glad to see you happy, and was willing to help out."
"Bullshit."
"Okay, okay. You're right. But don't worry about it. Really, it's nothing much."
Draco looked at Harry, as though he were going to carry on, but changed his mind as he went to inspect his brand new, state-of-the-art potions kit, along with some very rare (and a few dubious) ingredients.
"And, in case you can't guess why I bought you this, I'll tell you. It is to show you just how brilliant I think you are, and how much I support you in your dream to run your own potions lab some day."
"Another year apprenticing for Snape, and then I can."
"I know, but I just couldn't wait that long. Besides, I wanted to give you a bit of encouragement - call it a nudge - ahead of time."
They spent the rest of the weekend rediscovering each other, and exactly what had made them fall in love in the first place. On their last night, Harry was feeling especially romantic. "Gods, Draco. I swear I love you more every day."
"The feeling is most definitely mutual, Harry." Taking him into his arms, Draco continued. "How do you figure we got so lucky?"
Harry kissed his forehead and smiled. "Luck had nothing to do with it. It's magic."
"Too true." Harry was rewarded with a slow, luxurious kiss. "Um, Harry?"
"Mhmm?"
"I hate to sound greedy, you know, after everything that you've done to make this weekend so special."
"Yes?" Harry teased, knowing exactly where this was leading.
"Well ... you said that you had five gifts for me."
"Did I?" he smirked.
Draco smacked him on the arm. "You know you did, you prat! 'One for every year we've been married,' you said." He gave Harry his you-know-I'm-right look.
"So I did."
"Well?"
"Well what? We haven't been married for five years yet. Our anniversary isn't until tomorrow. So you'll have to wait until then for your last gift."
Draco huffed and mumbled something under his breath in response. Harry laughed, and started talking in a tone generally reserved for petulant children. "Awww ... c'mere you. I'm sure we can come up with something to do to pass the time until tomorrow."
"Well ... I suppose."
"Besides, aren't you giving me my gift tomorrow? It seems only fair that you have to wait, too."
"Okay. Fair enough. I suppose you made a good case. Now," he waggled his eyebrows mischievously, "how were you planning to keep me occupied in the meantime?"
Harry spent the rest of the night doing his very best to keep Draco's mind as far away from his last gift as possible.
The next morning, Dobby made them a spectacular breakfast, and then they took one last walk out to the lake. After soaking up the atmosphere, and enjoying the solitude for a few more hours, they decided it was time to have lunch, and then head out after that.
"Now, before you ask again," Harry said as he noticed Draco working himself up to say something. "The last gift isn't here. When we leave, I'll take you to it."
"Well, if you had told me that before, I would have suggested leaving after breakfast!"
"Really?" Harry asked, unable to mask his disappointment.
"Oh, Harry, no. I'm just kidding. This time away with you has been wonderful. It is most definitely the best gift I could have asked for."
"Well, don't be so sure. I think I've saved the best for last, actually." That really got a rise out of Draco. Harry smiled, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach. He shouldn't be nervous about this, but for some reason he was.
After lunch, Harry handed Draco a card. It was a typical wizard-style card, with a moving picture of the two of them dancing on their wedding day, but inside Harry had written a message:
Dear Draco,
From the first day we met, you made an impression on me. No matter what happened over the years since, I honestly don't think a day has gone by without my thoughts turning to you. You have always been a proud person; proud to be a Malfoy, proud to be a Slytherin, proud to be your own man, and much to my unending gratitude, proud to be my husband. You gave up so much to do what was right. Now, in celebration of our five years together as husbands, I want to give you a little something back. Never stop being proud of the man you are. I know I never will.
All my love forever - Harry.
He didn't give Draco time to react. "So, are you ready for that last present now?" He grabbed his husband around the waist and Apparated them to Wiltshire. As Draco blinked and looked up at his childhood home, he turned to Harry, confusion written all over his face.
"I got it back for you, Draco. It's all yours, as it should be."
"But Harry ... the Ministry - they said it would never be released. Never. Because of all the hidden dark magic, they were going to retain it forever."
"Well, here's the thing about that. Let's just say I didn't agree with their position on that, and with a little help from my friends, we were able to put together a pretty good case."
"But they said their decision was final. No appeal, no reconsideration. They said that their rules are very strict on the subject."
Harry burst out laughing, and pulled his husband into his arms. He gave him a slow, soft kiss then looked him in the eyes. "Since when have you ever known me to follow rules?"