fic: more than a photograph
Title: More Than A Photograph
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None.
Word count: 3,100
Summary: Draco is working a photography job on Beltane. Harry is overseeing the main festivities. Two people without someone to be with gravitate toward each other. Written for graylor for the hds_beltane exchange. Originally posted here
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making money. D:
"Come in!" yelled Harry from the comfort of his living room carpet. He and Hermione were nestled among great stacks of books. Some were on Beltane, some were on wizarding festivals in general, and several were award-winning photography books. He heard the front door ease open cautiously, and reached for another fat, vinegary chip from the greasy paper soaking through his sofa. Hermione was lost to the world in a large tome of magical Welsh history.
A wary young man stepped into view, whose scrutinising eyes took in the whole, bizarre scene. "Potter? You're my new client?" Draco Malfoy stepped his way over a battered cod and six plastic forks. He did not sit down.
Harry smiled distractedly, and chewed the rest of his chip. "Ah, yeah. Thanks for coming and sorry about the short notice. We're really quite pushed for time. You're not technically working for me. It's for the Ministry's Beltane event. Have a seat, do. There's sure to be a clean spot on the sofa somewhere. Don't squash the chips." He reached for another one, wiped his greasy fingers on his sleeve, and thumbed through a photography book.
A small noise came out of the back of Draco's throat. "You have my books?!"
Harry pointed at the book he was looking at. "This? It's signed, too." He flipped to the front, where an elegantly scrawled All the best, D Malfoy was on the front page. Malfoy made another small noise.
"I'm sure I would have noticed, Potter, if you had come to one of my signings." He looked more shocked than anything else. He did take a seat this time though, carefully avoiding the fish and chips.
It was with a small snort that Harry gave up the game. "It's actually my colleagues'. She lent it to me. Said you were the best for what we needed." Malfoy nodded slowly.
Hermione finally popped her head up, and nodded briskly. "Let's get down to business. We need an official photographer for this year's Beltane festival. We want to focus on more than bonfires and having sex."
"...That is what Beltane's all about," Malfoy commented, now mildly tempted by the chips. "Might I?" So used was he to fine food that hot, fatty chips did just the thing. He picked up a particularly plump one. "What were you thinking of instead then?"
Hermione waved her book. "What about some of the nature elements that are used to represent fertility and life? There are various trees and flowers that symbolise the event, and you can have the people and bonfires in the background or something. It'll be your choice. You're supposed to be the expert on this, so we'll trust your judgement." One might have thought, from this situation, that Hermione was organising a Beltane event with the help of her good friend Harry Potter.
As it was, Mr Potter was actually the one meant to be organising the event, and Ms Granger wasn't actually involved in an official capacity at all. However, Harry tended to take his work home with him, and Hermione liked to get involved in most things. This became a blessing to Harry when he realised that he had never attended a Beltane festival before. Since leaving Hogwarts several years ago, he had declined all invitations to Ministry events. If he had hated the media attention back then, he hated it more now.
At first, his job had simply been quill-pushing. While there had once been an ambition to join the ranks of the best, he had no longer wanted that after the War. Something that was mindless and yet time-consuming suited him. He worked hard not to be given a raise for no reason. The Ministry had finally given up on trying to pay him more money. It had felt nice to finally be treated the same way as everyone else, even if it was rather badly.
He had eventually been promoted - fairly - and somehow, his quill-pushing job had led him into the Department of Magical Events. His department covered everything from Ministry tours to large-scale things such as the Quidditch World Cups, and he was supposed to be covering the annual Beltane festival. They would be creating magical areas secluded off from Muggles like at the World Cups for everyone to safely celebrate in.
Harry had been extensively researching past festivals for the last week or so. Hermione had attended the previous two years', and therefore could add some insight into the situation. As long as the other two seemed to be completely professional about this, Draco reckoned that he could afford to be. He was still wary - he could see the slight tightness in their eyes too.
-
Having finally received all exact details of his commission, Draco was currently adjusting his camera and wondering as to whether he should have asked for a higher commission. Not only was it an out-of-hours event, being at night and all, but he was also missing one of the Wizarding communities' biggest festivals. Then again, he thought wryly to himself as he tested the light gauge, it wasn't as if he had anyone to spend it with. Last year, he had made the mistake of attending with a few coupled-off friends. By eleven, he had been drowning himself in some cheap wine and staring as the flames filled up his woozy vision as everyone else canoodled with their other half.
This year, his romantic situation having not changed, Draco was somewhat glad that he had something to fill his time with. He and Potter had cooperated remarkably well in the past fortnight. He was humbled to see how much Potter had grown up, and it had pushed him to do the same. They were cordial, and while there were some things that could never be forgotten, he had a feeling that they might at least be forgiven.
At the moment, the daytime festivities for those with families and children were still happening. A maple maypole had been erected, and there was currently a plethora of ginger children methodically tangling themselves up in ribbons. There were ministry volunteers happily running around handing out daisy chains and ivy crowns to grounds of people sitting on cheerfully coloured gingham blankets with their picnics.
Slightly further out were people preparing the bonfires for tonight's festivities. The children would all be safety put to sleep, and the adults would come out to play. Draco himself was rather hoping for a shot of the fairies. They, as were much of the magical world, were attracted to the sacred day that symbolised fertility and the coming of life. It was rare for humans to see fairies as anything other than Christmas tree ornaments, to see them in their natural surroundings. He was itching to be able to capture it, not to speak of the prizes he might be awarded.
"Come on, Malfoy!" Draco started, and twisted around just as something landed on his head. "Join in!" A crown of oak leaves and daisies dropped down over one eye. He pushed it back up, several petals coming loose in his hand, to see Potter chuckling. The man was completely bedecked out in garlands, what seemed like entire meadow of flowers. There was a pink stain on the side of his mouth, where it looked like children had attempted to force-feed him strawberries. Draco took a picture. "Malfoy!"
Draco sniffed, and held camera out of reach. "That's what you get for attacking me with leaves, Potter. What happened to you, exactly?" He went back to focussing on his job, absently tipping the crown back on his head as it threatened to disrupt his vision again.
Picking up one of the daisy chains, Harry laughed. "Ron and Hermione's kids felt sorry for me that I was working while everyone else was having fun. So they made me decorations." That's right - he had forgotten. Potter was overseeing the whole thing. He was to make sure the Muggles didn't stumble upon them, and no one got burned or anything similar happened. He wondered if Potter had anyone that he would prefer to spend the night with, or if he was alone, like Draco. If Potter, Saviour of the Universe, didn't have anyone, what hope had the rest of them?
-
Draco watched the flames flicker. "Is this even legal?" He asked, peering at the pile of ingredients Snape had packed next to his cauldron. It was balanced carefully on a very small bonfire hidden slightly inside the woods and away from the main Beltane party. He had walked upon his former Professor and long-time mentor partly in his search for some fairies. He had only lifted his disillusionment and stealth charms upon realising who it was. Strangely enough, Snape had already seemed to know who it had been.
"If it were legal, Draco, would I be hiding in the middle of the woods sitting on a log?" Snape did not look at him, but Draco could imagine the long, amused expression. He had guessed what the Potions expert had been doing instantly. He was collecting certain plants that had magical properties on this most special of nights. He was brewing goodness-knew-what behind a hedge in the woods to ensure freshness of ingredients.
Draco gazed fondly down at the odd scene. Only Snape. "If you find any fairies, kill a few and bring me their wings, would you?" Snape asked nonchalantly. If Draco hadn't known better, he might have thought that his mind was being broken into. As it was, he still remained puzzled. "What else are you, Draco Malfoy, wildlife specialist photographer, going to be looking for in the woods on Beltane whilst everyone else is having sex, Draco?"
Again, there was the mild amusement as Snape started to pour something translucent into vials. Draco smiled slightly. "As long as I get my pictures, I don't really care what happens to them afterwards. I'll bring you some if I find any." Snape waved a vial at him. Draco frowned, but pocketed it anyway. "What is it?"
Snape smirked thinly. "You'll realise." He turned back to his cauldron.
Draco tilted his head, and paused for just a moment. He pressed his hand, his long, pale fingers over Snape's briefly. "Happy Beltane, Professor."
-
Not daring to move, Draco carefully clicked the button on his camera, immediately taking six shots in rapid succession. He smiled, satisfied, as the fairies danced on, oblivious. He almost wished that he hadn't promised to kill some for Snape. Reaching ever so slowly for his wand, Draco managed to stun several of the blighters before the rest flew away in a flurry of sparkles and high-pitched squeaking.
Conjuring up a jar with a cloth cover for them, Draco popped them inside and tucked them safely into his bag. He could give them to Snape any time now, seeing as they were still alive. He should probably get back to the main clearing now. He was being paid to immortalise at least some of the night's events in photography, after all. Draco was almost back to the clearing - he could see the bonfires flickering through the trees - when he heard something lurching toward him.
Having a grand total of about a second to prepare himself, Draco staggered, suddenly covered in something very wet. "Oh, Merlin's balls!" He heard a gruff male voice from his left. He quite agreed. He shook himself out as best as he could, and scowled at the bumbling idiot, before realising that he was still Disillusioned.
"Potter!" Draco nearly tumbled over as the person, evidently unable to see him, waved one arm around and solidly thwacked him in the chest. He quickly removed the spells. "Ouch!" Harry Potter blinked owlishly back at him, the metal frames of his glasses glinting from the far-off fires.
"Oh, hello. I'm sorry," Harry apologised, gesturing at his wet robes and holding up a now empty goblet. Honey mead, from the smell of himself, Draco reckoned. "Although I couldn't really see you, so... that was your fault. Why are you creeping around in the dark?"
Draco sighed, and dried himself with a wave of his wand. The ambrosial smell was slightly persistent though. "I was looking for fairies. Long story. You'll like the photos though. Are you drunk?" He wondered how much mead Potter had drunk.
Harry eyed the goblet woefully, and started steering them both back out of the woods. "No, I'm not. It was - for you," he finished awkwardly. "Seeing as we're both working tonight, you know," he quickly carried on. "It's probably safe enough to finish up for the night. The most dangerous thing now is probably unprotected sex." They were far out enough now that Draco could feel the soothing warmth of the fires. It could have been the lighting, the flames dancing over his face... or Potter was blushing. "I'll go get some more," he offered, waving the empty goblet again.
Draco smiled, despite himself. "No. No, it's okay. I don't like spending Beltane drunk." At least, he hadn't last year. They sat down near one of the smaller fires. Couples had spread out all over the place now, and there weren't any near where they were. "The company is... appreciated though." He glanced over to see Harry staring into the base of the fire, where the wood was black and glowing red. Dark lashes outlined his shiny, reflective eyes. He still had the strawberry smeared over his face. Draco finally saw the corners of the lips twitch upwards.
"Yeah. The company is nice." He turned to face Draco. "Feel like celebrating?" Draco chuckled, half out of surprise and half out of delight, and ducked his head. He thought about it for a moment. A myriad of thoughts rambled through his head in that short moment.
"Yeah." Draco brushed back some hair, as he did when nervous, and shuffled slightly closer. He licked his lips. "You have some strawberry, erm..." He didn't finish his sentence, but rather gently placed his fingers on the corner of Potter's mouth, and then his lips. He felt Potter flinch, but it wasn't an unpleasant flinch. It had been a jerk of surprise and then the relaxation just afterwards, as Harry realised that it was okay. Perhaps, it was more than okay.
It took a while for his hand to twitch along the ground, but eventually Harry had his hand right next to Draco. He slowly lifted it to put it around Malfoy's waist, and Malfoy felt him lean in. He turned his face slightly, to turn it into a real kiss. He could taste the slight tang of strawberry on Harry’s bottom lip.
The young men moved slowly, as cautious as ever, but not untrustingly. "Let me-" Harry stopped, but his fingers rubbed the hem of Draco's robe between them, finishing his sentence for him. Draco nodded with a shy smile.
"Oh - wait." Draco was reminded as he felt his pocket clack as Potter started to undress him. He withdrew the vial that Snape had given him, and chuckled at the thought of the sly fox. He knew Draco far better than Draco knew himself. He uncorked it, and drank it. "We can't pose the danger of being unprotected now, can we?" he whispered with a chuckle, letting Harry finish undressing him.
It wasn't too long before both men were naked, although they had taken their time. Harry laid out their clothes on the ground, and Draco hid his look of pleasure at the thoughtfulness, and rewarded Potter by rolling out across their robes. The sight of Draco naked and bared before him made Harry gasp slightly. He seemed determined to do this properly, starting at Draco's shin. He softly kissed his way, all the way, up, finishing by pressing his body against Draco's.
"You're definitely okay with this?" Draco could hear the minute quaver of fear in the rumbling voice. His response was to shift himself and bend his knees so that Potter lay between his legs. Harry chuckled with relief. "Good. Me too." The gentle, exploratory touches that Potter ghosted up and down his body were relaxing, soothing, and yet also arousing. Draco's breathing became deeper, and he moaned quietly in encouragement.
Harry's confidence was definitely perked up by how pleasant Malfoy seemed to find it, and carried on, leaning in occasionally to kiss the other man and running their tongues together. The smooth progression of things made it almost impossible for Draco to protest as he was prepared. He was glad that Potter had come prepared with the necessary lubricants. He lifted his hips compliantly, enjoying every touch that Harry pressed against him. There was a mild moment of pain, but Potter withdrew his fingers quickly, moving more slowly when he started again.
Everything between them was relaxed, and Draco was both sufficiently stretched and losing himself to the sensations that his only response to Potter finally sliding himself in was to gasp loudly, arch his back and clench the robes between his fingers, body tightening not in pain, but pleasure. Harry gasped with him as he felt the pressure around him increase. The rhythm between them was languid but firm, and Draco savoured the feeling of Potter sliding in and out, rubbing inside him and creating friction.
Their rhythm gradually became faster, but not rushed, and Draco buckled his hips. Harry grunted in reply, one hand tangled in Draco's hair, damp with sweat, and the other curled securely around Draco's cock. Draco came first, with a wordless cry, spilling messily over Harry's hand and himself and that only seemed to spur Harry on. The spasming of Draco's body around him left him with little control, and he thrashed for a moment before succumbing himself.
Barely managing to twist his body so that he didn't collapse right on top of Draco, Harry gasped, chest heaving. "Not bad, Potter," he heard Malfoy mutter breathlessly next to his ear and chuckled. He moved his hand up Draco's body, caressing him and smearing Draco's seed even more messily over himself.
"Not bad yourself," Harry bantered back. "Enjoying your Beltane?"
Draco laughed. "Better than last year. Much better. How goes the overseeing?"
"Good. I saw a lot I liked."
"Good. Me too. Want me to take a picture of it?"
Harry hauled himself off Draco and resettled himself on his side, facing Draco, propped up on his elbow. He smiled, and fumbled over to grasp Draco's hand in his. "Nah. There are just some things so beautiful that not even a picture can convey its beauty."
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None.
Word count: 3,100
Summary: Draco is working a photography job on Beltane. Harry is overseeing the main festivities. Two people without someone to be with gravitate toward each other. Written for graylor for the hds_beltane exchange. Originally posted here
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making money. D:
"Come in!" yelled Harry from the comfort of his living room carpet. He and Hermione were nestled among great stacks of books. Some were on Beltane, some were on wizarding festivals in general, and several were award-winning photography books. He heard the front door ease open cautiously, and reached for another fat, vinegary chip from the greasy paper soaking through his sofa. Hermione was lost to the world in a large tome of magical Welsh history.
A wary young man stepped into view, whose scrutinising eyes took in the whole, bizarre scene. "Potter? You're my new client?" Draco Malfoy stepped his way over a battered cod and six plastic forks. He did not sit down.
Harry smiled distractedly, and chewed the rest of his chip. "Ah, yeah. Thanks for coming and sorry about the short notice. We're really quite pushed for time. You're not technically working for me. It's for the Ministry's Beltane event. Have a seat, do. There's sure to be a clean spot on the sofa somewhere. Don't squash the chips." He reached for another one, wiped his greasy fingers on his sleeve, and thumbed through a photography book.
A small noise came out of the back of Draco's throat. "You have my books?!"
Harry pointed at the book he was looking at. "This? It's signed, too." He flipped to the front, where an elegantly scrawled All the best, D Malfoy was on the front page. Malfoy made another small noise.
"I'm sure I would have noticed, Potter, if you had come to one of my signings." He looked more shocked than anything else. He did take a seat this time though, carefully avoiding the fish and chips.
It was with a small snort that Harry gave up the game. "It's actually my colleagues'. She lent it to me. Said you were the best for what we needed." Malfoy nodded slowly.
Hermione finally popped her head up, and nodded briskly. "Let's get down to business. We need an official photographer for this year's Beltane festival. We want to focus on more than bonfires and having sex."
"...That is what Beltane's all about," Malfoy commented, now mildly tempted by the chips. "Might I?" So used was he to fine food that hot, fatty chips did just the thing. He picked up a particularly plump one. "What were you thinking of instead then?"
Hermione waved her book. "What about some of the nature elements that are used to represent fertility and life? There are various trees and flowers that symbolise the event, and you can have the people and bonfires in the background or something. It'll be your choice. You're supposed to be the expert on this, so we'll trust your judgement." One might have thought, from this situation, that Hermione was organising a Beltane event with the help of her good friend Harry Potter.
As it was, Mr Potter was actually the one meant to be organising the event, and Ms Granger wasn't actually involved in an official capacity at all. However, Harry tended to take his work home with him, and Hermione liked to get involved in most things. This became a blessing to Harry when he realised that he had never attended a Beltane festival before. Since leaving Hogwarts several years ago, he had declined all invitations to Ministry events. If he had hated the media attention back then, he hated it more now.
At first, his job had simply been quill-pushing. While there had once been an ambition to join the ranks of the best, he had no longer wanted that after the War. Something that was mindless and yet time-consuming suited him. He worked hard not to be given a raise for no reason. The Ministry had finally given up on trying to pay him more money. It had felt nice to finally be treated the same way as everyone else, even if it was rather badly.
He had eventually been promoted - fairly - and somehow, his quill-pushing job had led him into the Department of Magical Events. His department covered everything from Ministry tours to large-scale things such as the Quidditch World Cups, and he was supposed to be covering the annual Beltane festival. They would be creating magical areas secluded off from Muggles like at the World Cups for everyone to safely celebrate in.
Harry had been extensively researching past festivals for the last week or so. Hermione had attended the previous two years', and therefore could add some insight into the situation. As long as the other two seemed to be completely professional about this, Draco reckoned that he could afford to be. He was still wary - he could see the slight tightness in their eyes too.
-
Having finally received all exact details of his commission, Draco was currently adjusting his camera and wondering as to whether he should have asked for a higher commission. Not only was it an out-of-hours event, being at night and all, but he was also missing one of the Wizarding communities' biggest festivals. Then again, he thought wryly to himself as he tested the light gauge, it wasn't as if he had anyone to spend it with. Last year, he had made the mistake of attending with a few coupled-off friends. By eleven, he had been drowning himself in some cheap wine and staring as the flames filled up his woozy vision as everyone else canoodled with their other half.
This year, his romantic situation having not changed, Draco was somewhat glad that he had something to fill his time with. He and Potter had cooperated remarkably well in the past fortnight. He was humbled to see how much Potter had grown up, and it had pushed him to do the same. They were cordial, and while there were some things that could never be forgotten, he had a feeling that they might at least be forgiven.
At the moment, the daytime festivities for those with families and children were still happening. A maple maypole had been erected, and there was currently a plethora of ginger children methodically tangling themselves up in ribbons. There were ministry volunteers happily running around handing out daisy chains and ivy crowns to grounds of people sitting on cheerfully coloured gingham blankets with their picnics.
Slightly further out were people preparing the bonfires for tonight's festivities. The children would all be safety put to sleep, and the adults would come out to play. Draco himself was rather hoping for a shot of the fairies. They, as were much of the magical world, were attracted to the sacred day that symbolised fertility and the coming of life. It was rare for humans to see fairies as anything other than Christmas tree ornaments, to see them in their natural surroundings. He was itching to be able to capture it, not to speak of the prizes he might be awarded.
"Come on, Malfoy!" Draco started, and twisted around just as something landed on his head. "Join in!" A crown of oak leaves and daisies dropped down over one eye. He pushed it back up, several petals coming loose in his hand, to see Potter chuckling. The man was completely bedecked out in garlands, what seemed like entire meadow of flowers. There was a pink stain on the side of his mouth, where it looked like children had attempted to force-feed him strawberries. Draco took a picture. "Malfoy!"
Draco sniffed, and held camera out of reach. "That's what you get for attacking me with leaves, Potter. What happened to you, exactly?" He went back to focussing on his job, absently tipping the crown back on his head as it threatened to disrupt his vision again.
Picking up one of the daisy chains, Harry laughed. "Ron and Hermione's kids felt sorry for me that I was working while everyone else was having fun. So they made me decorations." That's right - he had forgotten. Potter was overseeing the whole thing. He was to make sure the Muggles didn't stumble upon them, and no one got burned or anything similar happened. He wondered if Potter had anyone that he would prefer to spend the night with, or if he was alone, like Draco. If Potter, Saviour of the Universe, didn't have anyone, what hope had the rest of them?
-
Draco watched the flames flicker. "Is this even legal?" He asked, peering at the pile of ingredients Snape had packed next to his cauldron. It was balanced carefully on a very small bonfire hidden slightly inside the woods and away from the main Beltane party. He had walked upon his former Professor and long-time mentor partly in his search for some fairies. He had only lifted his disillusionment and stealth charms upon realising who it was. Strangely enough, Snape had already seemed to know who it had been.
"If it were legal, Draco, would I be hiding in the middle of the woods sitting on a log?" Snape did not look at him, but Draco could imagine the long, amused expression. He had guessed what the Potions expert had been doing instantly. He was collecting certain plants that had magical properties on this most special of nights. He was brewing goodness-knew-what behind a hedge in the woods to ensure freshness of ingredients.
Draco gazed fondly down at the odd scene. Only Snape. "If you find any fairies, kill a few and bring me their wings, would you?" Snape asked nonchalantly. If Draco hadn't known better, he might have thought that his mind was being broken into. As it was, he still remained puzzled. "What else are you, Draco Malfoy, wildlife specialist photographer, going to be looking for in the woods on Beltane whilst everyone else is having sex, Draco?"
Again, there was the mild amusement as Snape started to pour something translucent into vials. Draco smiled slightly. "As long as I get my pictures, I don't really care what happens to them afterwards. I'll bring you some if I find any." Snape waved a vial at him. Draco frowned, but pocketed it anyway. "What is it?"
Snape smirked thinly. "You'll realise." He turned back to his cauldron.
Draco tilted his head, and paused for just a moment. He pressed his hand, his long, pale fingers over Snape's briefly. "Happy Beltane, Professor."
-
Not daring to move, Draco carefully clicked the button on his camera, immediately taking six shots in rapid succession. He smiled, satisfied, as the fairies danced on, oblivious. He almost wished that he hadn't promised to kill some for Snape. Reaching ever so slowly for his wand, Draco managed to stun several of the blighters before the rest flew away in a flurry of sparkles and high-pitched squeaking.
Conjuring up a jar with a cloth cover for them, Draco popped them inside and tucked them safely into his bag. He could give them to Snape any time now, seeing as they were still alive. He should probably get back to the main clearing now. He was being paid to immortalise at least some of the night's events in photography, after all. Draco was almost back to the clearing - he could see the bonfires flickering through the trees - when he heard something lurching toward him.
Having a grand total of about a second to prepare himself, Draco staggered, suddenly covered in something very wet. "Oh, Merlin's balls!" He heard a gruff male voice from his left. He quite agreed. He shook himself out as best as he could, and scowled at the bumbling idiot, before realising that he was still Disillusioned.
"Potter!" Draco nearly tumbled over as the person, evidently unable to see him, waved one arm around and solidly thwacked him in the chest. He quickly removed the spells. "Ouch!" Harry Potter blinked owlishly back at him, the metal frames of his glasses glinting from the far-off fires.
"Oh, hello. I'm sorry," Harry apologised, gesturing at his wet robes and holding up a now empty goblet. Honey mead, from the smell of himself, Draco reckoned. "Although I couldn't really see you, so... that was your fault. Why are you creeping around in the dark?"
Draco sighed, and dried himself with a wave of his wand. The ambrosial smell was slightly persistent though. "I was looking for fairies. Long story. You'll like the photos though. Are you drunk?" He wondered how much mead Potter had drunk.
Harry eyed the goblet woefully, and started steering them both back out of the woods. "No, I'm not. It was - for you," he finished awkwardly. "Seeing as we're both working tonight, you know," he quickly carried on. "It's probably safe enough to finish up for the night. The most dangerous thing now is probably unprotected sex." They were far out enough now that Draco could feel the soothing warmth of the fires. It could have been the lighting, the flames dancing over his face... or Potter was blushing. "I'll go get some more," he offered, waving the empty goblet again.
Draco smiled, despite himself. "No. No, it's okay. I don't like spending Beltane drunk." At least, he hadn't last year. They sat down near one of the smaller fires. Couples had spread out all over the place now, and there weren't any near where they were. "The company is... appreciated though." He glanced over to see Harry staring into the base of the fire, where the wood was black and glowing red. Dark lashes outlined his shiny, reflective eyes. He still had the strawberry smeared over his face. Draco finally saw the corners of the lips twitch upwards.
"Yeah. The company is nice." He turned to face Draco. "Feel like celebrating?" Draco chuckled, half out of surprise and half out of delight, and ducked his head. He thought about it for a moment. A myriad of thoughts rambled through his head in that short moment.
"Yeah." Draco brushed back some hair, as he did when nervous, and shuffled slightly closer. He licked his lips. "You have some strawberry, erm..." He didn't finish his sentence, but rather gently placed his fingers on the corner of Potter's mouth, and then his lips. He felt Potter flinch, but it wasn't an unpleasant flinch. It had been a jerk of surprise and then the relaxation just afterwards, as Harry realised that it was okay. Perhaps, it was more than okay.
It took a while for his hand to twitch along the ground, but eventually Harry had his hand right next to Draco. He slowly lifted it to put it around Malfoy's waist, and Malfoy felt him lean in. He turned his face slightly, to turn it into a real kiss. He could taste the slight tang of strawberry on Harry’s bottom lip.
The young men moved slowly, as cautious as ever, but not untrustingly. "Let me-" Harry stopped, but his fingers rubbed the hem of Draco's robe between them, finishing his sentence for him. Draco nodded with a shy smile.
"Oh - wait." Draco was reminded as he felt his pocket clack as Potter started to undress him. He withdrew the vial that Snape had given him, and chuckled at the thought of the sly fox. He knew Draco far better than Draco knew himself. He uncorked it, and drank it. "We can't pose the danger of being unprotected now, can we?" he whispered with a chuckle, letting Harry finish undressing him.
It wasn't too long before both men were naked, although they had taken their time. Harry laid out their clothes on the ground, and Draco hid his look of pleasure at the thoughtfulness, and rewarded Potter by rolling out across their robes. The sight of Draco naked and bared before him made Harry gasp slightly. He seemed determined to do this properly, starting at Draco's shin. He softly kissed his way, all the way, up, finishing by pressing his body against Draco's.
"You're definitely okay with this?" Draco could hear the minute quaver of fear in the rumbling voice. His response was to shift himself and bend his knees so that Potter lay between his legs. Harry chuckled with relief. "Good. Me too." The gentle, exploratory touches that Potter ghosted up and down his body were relaxing, soothing, and yet also arousing. Draco's breathing became deeper, and he moaned quietly in encouragement.
Harry's confidence was definitely perked up by how pleasant Malfoy seemed to find it, and carried on, leaning in occasionally to kiss the other man and running their tongues together. The smooth progression of things made it almost impossible for Draco to protest as he was prepared. He was glad that Potter had come prepared with the necessary lubricants. He lifted his hips compliantly, enjoying every touch that Harry pressed against him. There was a mild moment of pain, but Potter withdrew his fingers quickly, moving more slowly when he started again.
Everything between them was relaxed, and Draco was both sufficiently stretched and losing himself to the sensations that his only response to Potter finally sliding himself in was to gasp loudly, arch his back and clench the robes between his fingers, body tightening not in pain, but pleasure. Harry gasped with him as he felt the pressure around him increase. The rhythm between them was languid but firm, and Draco savoured the feeling of Potter sliding in and out, rubbing inside him and creating friction.
Their rhythm gradually became faster, but not rushed, and Draco buckled his hips. Harry grunted in reply, one hand tangled in Draco's hair, damp with sweat, and the other curled securely around Draco's cock. Draco came first, with a wordless cry, spilling messily over Harry's hand and himself and that only seemed to spur Harry on. The spasming of Draco's body around him left him with little control, and he thrashed for a moment before succumbing himself.
Barely managing to twist his body so that he didn't collapse right on top of Draco, Harry gasped, chest heaving. "Not bad, Potter," he heard Malfoy mutter breathlessly next to his ear and chuckled. He moved his hand up Draco's body, caressing him and smearing Draco's seed even more messily over himself.
"Not bad yourself," Harry bantered back. "Enjoying your Beltane?"
Draco laughed. "Better than last year. Much better. How goes the overseeing?"
"Good. I saw a lot I liked."
"Good. Me too. Want me to take a picture of it?"
Harry hauled himself off Draco and resettled himself on his side, facing Draco, propped up on his elbow. He smiled, and fumbled over to grasp Draco's hand in his. "Nah. There are just some things so beautiful that not even a picture can convey its beauty."