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Title: Time 2/2
Author: original_lie
Pairing: H/D; Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4179
Warning: angst, fluff, smidge of dirty talk, sex.
Summary: Draco goes to talk to Hermione about his feelings, and after a little pep talk makes plans to talk to Harry.
A/N: I was like all disgruntled and feeling lazy because I haven't written much in the last few weeks so I decided (while writing something else) to write a two-part (at the least) fic.
A/N: jamie2109 & nocturnali's AWDT prompt "He's very quiet and enjoys puzzles" was shamelessly smuggled in.
Disclaimer: JK pwns all, I just borrow.
Disclaimer: Some contents of this journal are both R and NC-17 rated which means that if you (the prospective reader) are not of age in your country of residence then you shouldn't be reading these particular entries which are labelled as such. I cannot and will not be held responsible for those who do not adhere to this warning.
Part one: Here
Time 2/2
***~~***
In the week and a half since Draco had left Harry’s apartment, his mind was in a constant whirl.
“If you’re ready to fall, I’ll be here to catch you.”. Repeated endlessly in his mind.
Draco had spent many sleepless nights trying to come to terms with just exactly what Harry had been trying to say… and not say. And Harry’s strange behaviour the entire time he was there, however, only proved to confuse him more.
Not to mention that he’s only seen Harry twice since that evening. Once in a Head of Division’s meeting where Harry had ignored him, except to say ‘hello’ before quickly moving away when Draco had approached him. And the second time had been in Hermione Granger’s office - now that had been uncomfortable with a capital ‘U’!
Hermione, of course, had noticed the strained, uncomfortable silence between them, but said nothing - until Harry left. Then she proceeded to make the Spanish Inquisition look like a walk in the park in comparison. The crafty minx had even managed to wheedle the fact that Draco and Harry had been sleeping together out of him. Not that she was shocked of course, she’d had her suspicions.
Now, two days later, Draco was standing outside her office door again. No matter how much time had passed he was still surprised that he and Hermione had become friends. Although the fact that she had removed that giant stick from her arse and had become a much more relaxed person helped matters immensely.
“If you’re coming in, Malfoy, you have to open the door.” she said, loud enough to be heard through the door.
Pushing the heavy oak door open, Draco fixed her with a mock glare, mildly put out that she had her head down and was actually working.
“Arsey bint.” he grumbled, collapsing into a chair opposite her.
Hermione smirked, rather evilly, and shot Draco a sidelong glance. “And yet you keep coming back for more?” she asked.
Draco studied his fingernails before brushing imaginary lint from the lapels of his robes.
“Sucker for punishment, didn’t you know?”
Hermione smiled kindly, setting her quill to one side and resting her chin in the palm of her hand, her elbow resting daintily on the edge of her desk.
“Have you talked to him?” she asked softly.
Draco shook his head, becoming interested in the row of Wizarding photographs on the bookshelf behind her.
“And why not?”
Draco slid further down in his chair, covering his face with both hands before letting out a low, put-on groan.
“Because he said not to come back.” he said, exasperated. “Amongst other things.”
Sighing Hermione picked up her wand and flicked her wrist, silently conjuring a pot of tea and two cups.
“That hardly sounds like Harry.” Hermione pointed out, handing him a cup. “Drink it, you need to relax. Now what exactly did Harry say?”
With the rim of the cup poised at his lips, Draco closed his eyes and inhaled - bergamot infiltrating his nasal passage.
“Mmm, have I told you how much I love you lately?” he purred gratefully. “Earl Grey is my favourite.”
Hermione laughed. “I know it is. And don’t say things you don’t mean.”
Draco shook his head, wrapping his hands firmly around the delicate china cup.
“Alas, it’s true Granger. I do love you. Just not in the romantic sense of the word. You’re like the annoying Muggle-born sister my parent’s never had.”
“So what exactly did Harry say?” she asked, unrelenting, her cheeks gently tinged pink.
“That’s just it! I’m not really sure what he meant. I know what I’d like it to mean, but life isn’t always sunshine and roses.” he sighed, affecting a sob before rolling onto his side and sitting uncomfortably.
“For fucks sake Malfoy! What did he say?!”
Growling, Draco looked up from his sulk. “If you’re ready to fall, I’ll be here to catch you, but until you're willing to allow yourself to or finally cut your losses, it’s best if you don’t come back.”
Hermione’s eyes had widened rather comically, and her hand had risen to her mouth.
“So do you know what the hell your wanker of a friend meant?”
Hermione let out a short laugh, fixing him with an unnerving stare. “Draco, I want you to answer me truthfully. No evasive half truths or stalling tactics. Just the whole painful truth, okay?”
Draco nodded slowly, one brow quirked in confusion and worry.
“How, exactly, do you feel about Harry?”
Draco suppressed a shudder that wracked his slight frame.
‘Great, why not ask me why the hell the sky is blue, or how the fuck gravity works and then ask me to cut out my own heart and serve it to you on a silver platter.’ he thought petulantly.
“Draco?” Hermione’s voice was very quiet, bordering on concerned.
“He’s like the perfect guy.” Draco sighed, speaking in quiet, dulcet tones. “He’s very quiet, sometimes, and he enjoys puzzles, for some reason unbeknownst to me. He’s a good sport when he loses at chess. He’s all powerful, but not narcissistic. He’s kind and caring, always putting others before himself. He’s absolutely wonderful at what he does, even if he lucks his way through most of it. And he’s so fucking awesome in the sack.”
“Okay then,” Hermione said slowly, scooting to the edge of her chair. “But how do you feel about him? Was it just about the sex? Or something more?”
Draco shook his head and said softly, “It was always about more than sex with Harry.”
Hermione stood and made her way around the desk, perching on the edge of the desk just in front of him. Taking his hand she smiled softly.
“Do you think that you could love him, Draco?” she whispered.
A lump built in Draco’s throat as he considered the question , his silvery eyes burning bright with emotion.
“No,” he murmured, shaking his head. Hermione’s face fell and she relinquished her light grip on his hand. “I already do.”
Draco choked out a sob, leaning into Hermione when she wrapped her arms around his shoulder
“I’ve screwed up something chronic, haven’t I?” he asked, his voice muffled through Hermione’s shoulder.
Shaking her head, Hermione pulled back slightly and looked at him carefully. “No you haven’t. Since you’ve finally admitted it to yourself, you can tell him. That’s all he wants to hear, Draco. He just wants to know that he’s not alone, and that he didn’t mean nothing to you.”
Draco eyed her curiously, his index finger rising accusingly. “You fucking knew!” he shouted.
Hermione had the good grace to actually look abashed before nodding.
“I talked to Harry the other day after I got you to tell me what’s going on. He’s a mess, Draco. He’s convinced that he’s going to lose everything over this, your friendship included. And if you don’t mind me saying, I have a sneaking suspicion that he’s just as head over heels in love with you as you are with him.”
Draco rubbed his hand heavily over his face, peaking between two fingers at Hermione.
“So do you think if I tell him the truth, that I love him amongst other things, that he’ll forgive me for being a heartless prat and for making him think that all I wanted was his body?”
Hermione gave a delighted laugh, leaning forward to press a kiss to Draco’s cheek.
“Yes!” she squealed. “And I want, and deserve, to be the first to know when it happens.”
Draco smirked thoughtfully. She might have to wait a while on that owl, he had most definite plans to shag Harry thoroughly if and when Harry forgave him.
***
Draco had sent Harry an owl not long after leaving Hermione’s office earlier that day. It was better to ‘face the music’ so to speak, sooner rather than later. Not to mention that Draco would do anything to be back in Harry’s good graces and to appease the other man’s mind. It cut rather deep that Harry thought he was only interested in him for only his body, and spoke very little about their friendship as well.
Now it was five minutes until seven thirty and Draco was pacing the hallway outside of Harry’s apartment. If he knocked and Harry answered, would he prove too eager? And if he waited a while, letting the minutes tick by until it was after the arranged time, would Harry think the worst?
Draco sighed, and decided he’d rather look desperate than have Harry think the latter. Taking a deep breath, Draco let it out as slowly as he possibly could and knocked gently. It felt like forever until Harry opened the door. He noticed that Harry looked rather apprehensive before his face schooled to what resembled nonchalance.
“Hey, Harry.” Draco rushed out, cringing slightly.
Harry smiled hesitantly, standing back to allow Draco entrance. “Hello.”
As was usual with all of his visit’s, Draco slipped his shoes off at the entrance before continuing to one of the arm chairs in the area that was Harry’s lounge room. Sitting cross legged, he watched Harry sit across from him. A small smile crept across his lips, Harry looked adorable as usual. While he had improved in the clothing department since school, he still retained some of that delightful naïveté when it came to accessorising and colour co-ordination. But tonight, he was dressed simply in a pair of faded denim jeans, one or two sizes too big from the looks of it, Harry had hiked them up twice since letting him in. He was also dressed in a fitted dark green jumper that clung nicely to his chest. Harry rarely wore shoes when he was at home finding the restrictiveness too much to tolerate in his own home.
“How have you been?” Draco asked, one brow raised slightly.
Harry shrugged, settling into the chair opposite Draco. “You know, the usual.”
Draco could have sworn he saw a flash of something akin to pain in his eyes, averting his own eyes he clasped his hands in his lap.
“I talked to Hermione today.” Draco told him, leaning forward.
Draco watched Harry’s head snap up and cocked his eyebrow again, shrugging simply before leaning back in the chair.
“But I didn’t come here to talk about her, did I? You said something before I left last time.”
Harry simply nodded and proceeded to pick at a loose thread on the chair. Draco noted that his shoulders had slumped, and he carried an air of defeat.
Pushing himself up, Draco crossed the space between them and crouched down in front of him, his hands resting either side of Harry’s thighs.
“It took me a week and a half to actually realise the truth, you know? I wasn’t sure what you meant, and then I wasn’t sure what I wanted it to mean when I thought I’d figured it out. I spent quite a bit of time stewing over it, and eventually had to confide in someone. Someone who helped me see what it was that I couldn’t see all along.
“I’m sorry, Harry. I know that you thought I was only using you or was only interested in you for sex or something similar. But none of that is true. I know in the beginning, I told you that even though we were sleeping together we were, first and foremost, friends. And I know that a year and a half is a long time to go without checking in and clarifying the underlying reasons behind it.”
Draco paused a moment and noted that Harry looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Taking an inch, Draco slowly moved his thumbs in tiny arcs on the firm flesh of Harry’s outer thighs.
“It was never just about what I could get from you. I thought that you knew that, but I know you can’t possibly read my mind and that I have to tell you these kinds of things. You’re one of my best friends, Harry. We’ve overcome all the bullshit of our past and finally put our mislaid feelings into building something solid - and in a way we’ve both denied it. I guess the real reason why I ignored it and pushed it down until I’d almost forgotten about it is because I couldn’t see why you, of all people, would actually be interested in me as more than a friend. We barely have anything in common as it is, why would you entertain any feelings for me?”
Harry opened and closed his mouth several times over and Draco was positive that he was rambling. It was hard work trying to tell someone that you love them when you’d never ever done that before - mother’s don’t count.
“The point I’m trying to make here, Harry, is that it took me less than two months to fall in love with you and well over a year to realise it. And the thought that I caused you pain over denying it, burying it so that I didn’t have to face rejection from the only person who’s opinion actually matters to me, caused you pain, hurts more than I thought it ever could. What I’m trying to say here is, you’re the person I’ve been searching my entire life for, and to think that you’ve been in my life for near on sixteen years makes me rue the fact that I have been so slow to realise it.”
“Wha- What are you trying to say?” Harry asked softly, so, so softly. His eyes seemingly trained on Draco’s thumb that were still making slow circular patterns on Harry’s upper thighs.
Draco smiled shyly, taking one of Harry’s hands in his. “What I’m trying to say, Harry, is that I do love you. And that I probably have done for a long time, I just wasn’t able to see it, or I refused to, I don’t know. But, I do know, for certain, that I am now, most definitely, in love with you. And that if you’re willing to have me, I would like to stick around and pursue an actual relationship with you”
Draco bit into the flesh of his bottom lip, watching Harry carefully. He’d just lain everything at Harry’s feet, his heart included, and had to wait for Harry now. A small smile was shaping in the corners of Harry’s mouth, his eyes becoming visibly brighter even though his head was still facing down, his hand had also lightly gripped Draco’s back.
Harry’s voice was soft and reverent; “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that, Draco.”
They shared a brief, sweet smile before Draco leaned up on his knee’s. His palm pressed lightly to Harry’s cheek before snaking around to the back of his neck and pulling him closer, their lips meeting in a painfully tender kiss.
Draco was grateful with how practiced they were with one another, the way their lips slid expertly together. Draco moaned low in the back of his throat, Harry answering with one of his own before opening his mouth to deepen the kiss.
It was with a defined grace that they rose from their positions on the chair and floor with their lips still together. And with a practiced refinement that they moved around the furniture, across the room and up the two steps to the area that was Harry’s bedroom. Breaking apart as gently as possible, Draco pressed a quick kiss to Harry’s lips before pulling back enough to look at him.
Licking his lips, Draco slowly undid the button’s of his black silk shirt, pulling it back enough to allow the material to slide from his shoulders and arms before moving to follow suit with Harry’s. It was to his own annoyance that his own hands began to shake when the reached up to slide the shirt from Harry’s own shoulders.
“You okay, Draco?” Harry asked, his fingers lightly brushing back and forth over Draco’s shoulders.
“Yeah, I’m just a little nervous is all.” Draco mumbled softly.
Harry snorted softly, surveying Draco and making him feel incredibly self conscious. Shaking his head, Harry leant in and pressed his lips to Draco’s.
“There’s no need to be nervous, it’s not like we’ve never done this before.”
“I know.” Draco smiled, his thumb stroking along Harry’s cheekbone before he dropped his hand to Harry’s shoulder. Leaning in he kissed him again, his fingers falling along the scar leading down Harry’s body.
Draco’s lips continued to blaze a trail along Harry’s jaw and down his neck, the fingers of one hand rubbing small circles on the small of Harry’s back. Carefully, Draco steadied Harry with both hands while laying him down on the comforter, climbing up to lie on one side beside him.
Removing Harry’s glasses and setting them aside, Draco again leant in to claim Harry’s lips. They spent a good fifteen minutes kissing, their hands lightly roaming over one another’s bodies, caressing, kneading and tweaking.
Draco couldn’t help but note, though thinking was somewhat difficult when Harry Potter had his tongue stuck down your throat and his fingers nipping at your nipples, that while they had done the soft, gentle, exploratory sex many times before, while they knew each other’s bodies better than most couples knew each other, they had never really taken the time to just kiss and rub against each other softly. Taking their time to move to that next level, not just jumping straight to it.
Short of breath, Draco broke the kiss with a series of short kisses, his forehead resting lightly against Harry’s.
“Hmm,” he hummed. “This is different.”
Harry’s lips pressed to his nose before he giggled and slithered down the bed, out of Draco’s arms. Frowning, Draco sat up a little, watching Harry. Harry grinned wolfishly, pushing Draco onto his back and straddling his hips. Swooping down, Harry pressed a searing kiss to Draco’s lips, one that left them both gasping for breath and light headed, staring at one another with dazed expressions.
Harry smirked down at Draco, and Draco rose an eyebrow, watching curiously as Harry leant down and stretched his body against the length of Draco’s body before leaning in and riffling through the bedside table draw. Suppressing a grin, Draco settled back, his hands sliding between their two bodies; making to work on Harry’s jeans.
Tutting, Harry leant up and slapped Draco’s hands away causing Draco to frown. “What the fuck, Harry?”
Draco sunk further into the bed when Harry, once again, leant into kiss him, this time placating him with actions instead of words.
With a flick of his fingers, Harry banished the clothing from their lower bodies to the floor, the instantaneous rubbing of skin on skin eliciting a heady groan from both men.
“Fucking love your wandless magic.” Draco murmured, leaning up for another kiss.
Harry hummed into his mouth, his dexterous fingers kneading Draco’s thighs until they fell open; wanton and needy. Groaning lustily, Harry moved into the vee, settling on his knees with the tube of lubricant.
Draco gazed down his body, watching Harry staring at him- a predatory gleam in his wide green eyes.
“What are you thinking?” Draco asked, huskily.
“Nothing much, just how fucking hot you look spread open in front of me.”
Draco chuckled, sliding his hands down his side towards his hips, then under his arse, pushing his hips up and circling them in a wide arc for Harry to see.
“Mm, bet you like that, don’t you?” he grinned, watching as Harry’s jaw dropped several millimetres. “C’mon Harry, don’t leave me waiting too long.”
Draco watched Harry lick his lips and flick the cap on the tube open. Squeezing a copious amount of the thick, sticky liquid onto his fingers. Harry looked up at Draco, their eyes meeting when Harry lined his fingers at Draco’s puckered entrance.
Harry slipped one finger in and Draco closed his eyes, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. Harry’s other hand coming up to lightly stroke at Draco’s erection a low, unsteady breath pulling itself from Draco. Harry’s finger slid easily in and out of him, pushing back insistently, Draco opened his eyes to look at Harry, nodding his approval for the insertion of the next.
Swallowing thickly, Draco murmured his thanks as the two fingers began working in tandem, scissoring and stretching him insistently.
“Fucking HELL, Harry.” he whimpered, loudly, when he tips brushed ever-so-slightly against his prostate.
Chancing a look down at Harry, who was grinning lasciviously, Draco pushed his hips down again, feeling a tight heavenly twinge when a third finger entered him. “Do it again.”
Harry acquiesced and Draco’s eyes rolled back in his head. His hips slowly pumping back on forth on Harry’s fingers, gently fucking himself on those licentious digits.
Hearing Harry moan his name, Draco’s eyes opened partway, enough to see that Harry’s mouth was partly open and he was panting heavily.
“Do it, Harry.” he begged. “Fuck me, please.”
Apparently, Harry didn’t need to be asked twice. He withdrew all three fingers, slathering a thick film of lube on his cock before positioning it at Draco’s prepared entrance.
Shaking his head, Harry lowered his body, covering Draco’s with his. Confused, Draco looked up into those vivid green eyes questioningly when Harry hooked his arms under Draco’s shoulder.
“Not going to fuck you, Draco.” he breathed, pressing a kiss to the corner of Draco’s mouth. “I’m going to love you.”
Slowly Harry eased into Draco, Draco’s eyes closing accordingly while Harry’s thick shaft continued to stretch and fill him. Groaning his delight, Draco hooked one arm around Harry’s back, one leg around Harry’s waist, opening himself up wider.
Harry stilled when he was all the way in and Draco took a few steadying breaths before pushing back, signifying his want for Harry to move. And move Harry did, slowly. Withdrawing all but the head of his cock, he pushed back into Draco slowly, peppering Draco’s face, neck and shoulders with wet, open mouthed kisses.
It was slow and sensual. Harry sliding bit by bit from Draco’s body, only to push back even slower. Draco gasped, each time Harry massaged his prostate, his orgasm building hotter and hotter in his groin.
“Harry…” he panted. “Please… faster… harder… Gods…please!”
Harry growled, pushing himself up to look into Draco’s eyes, maintaining the same pace. Draco nodded sincerely, he wanted to come - he needed to, but couldn’t with Harry’s tender ministrations.
Harry took hold of one of Draco’s hips, drawing out and slamming in harder than earlier. Both men groaning their pleasure.
Again and again Harry slammed home, shattering Draco’s composure each and every time. Fisting the sheet with one hand, he reached down to fist his own erection. His thumb sliding over the head, smearing the pre-come across the swollen head and down the shaft. Picking up a rhythm that matched Harry’s strokes; his building release was imminent.
Moving his body with Harry’s, Draco gasped, and pulled once more. His spunk spurting out and coating his stomach and chest, splashing up onto Harry. His anus clenched and Harry dropped his head to Draco’s shoulder, thrusting once, twice, thrice and pumping his release deep inside Draco, biting down on the flesh covered tendon at the base of Draco’s throat.
Draco moaned, closing his eyes, holding Harry tight when he collapsed on top of him. Smiling, Draco lightly stroked Harry’s sweat coated back, pressing a kiss to the back side of Harry’s neck.
“Mmm. Gods, Harry.”
Feeling Harry smile against his shoulder, Draco hugged him tightly with one arm. Reluctantly he let Harry out of his grasp, wincing audibly when his flaccid cock slid from his body.
Draco looked at Harry who was watching him carefully, distracting himself from the now uncomfortable situation, Draco cast a quick Tergeo and rolled onto his back.
“What is it, Harry?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw Harry shake his head.
“Nothing - I, well, it’s, I,” Harry growled his own frustration, burying his head in the pillow beneath his head. “I was waiting for you to leave like before.”
Draco couldn’t help the hurt that flared inside, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from snapping.
“I’ll only leave if you want me to. But I had no plans to go anywhere, Harry.”
Harry’s head rose, a reluctant smile playing on his lips. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Well in that case,” Harry murmured, scooting closer he threw a leg and an arm over Draco. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Draco smiled, pressing a kiss to Harry’s messy, damp hair, his arm coming up to hold Harry close to him. Harry wriggled slightly, pulling the sheet and covers up over them, before settling into Draco’s side again, a silly smile on his face.
“Go to sleep.” Draco said with a smile.
“Night, Draco.” Harry grinned.
“Goodnight, Harry.”
And for the first time Harry fell asleep in Draco’s arms, content and happy for the first time in a long time.
Finite
***~~***
Author: original_lie
Pairing: H/D; Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4179
Warning: angst, fluff, smidge of dirty talk, sex.
Summary: Draco goes to talk to Hermione about his feelings, and after a little pep talk makes plans to talk to Harry.
A/N: I was like all disgruntled and feeling lazy because I haven't written much in the last few weeks so I decided (while writing something else) to write a two-part (at the least) fic.
A/N: jamie2109 & nocturnali's AWDT prompt "He's very quiet and enjoys puzzles" was shamelessly smuggled in.
Disclaimer: JK pwns all, I just borrow.
Disclaimer: Some contents of this journal are both R and NC-17 rated which means that if you (the prospective reader) are not of age in your country of residence then you shouldn't be reading these particular entries which are labelled as such. I cannot and will not be held responsible for those who do not adhere to this warning.
Part one: Here
Time 2/2
***~~***
In the week and a half since Draco had left Harry’s apartment, his mind was in a constant whirl.
“If you’re ready to fall, I’ll be here to catch you.”. Repeated endlessly in his mind.
Draco had spent many sleepless nights trying to come to terms with just exactly what Harry had been trying to say… and not say. And Harry’s strange behaviour the entire time he was there, however, only proved to confuse him more.
Not to mention that he’s only seen Harry twice since that evening. Once in a Head of Division’s meeting where Harry had ignored him, except to say ‘hello’ before quickly moving away when Draco had approached him. And the second time had been in Hermione Granger’s office - now that had been uncomfortable with a capital ‘U’!
Hermione, of course, had noticed the strained, uncomfortable silence between them, but said nothing - until Harry left. Then she proceeded to make the Spanish Inquisition look like a walk in the park in comparison. The crafty minx had even managed to wheedle the fact that Draco and Harry had been sleeping together out of him. Not that she was shocked of course, she’d had her suspicions.
Now, two days later, Draco was standing outside her office door again. No matter how much time had passed he was still surprised that he and Hermione had become friends. Although the fact that she had removed that giant stick from her arse and had become a much more relaxed person helped matters immensely.
“If you’re coming in, Malfoy, you have to open the door.” she said, loud enough to be heard through the door.
Pushing the heavy oak door open, Draco fixed her with a mock glare, mildly put out that she had her head down and was actually working.
“Arsey bint.” he grumbled, collapsing into a chair opposite her.
Hermione smirked, rather evilly, and shot Draco a sidelong glance. “And yet you keep coming back for more?” she asked.
Draco studied his fingernails before brushing imaginary lint from the lapels of his robes.
“Sucker for punishment, didn’t you know?”
Hermione smiled kindly, setting her quill to one side and resting her chin in the palm of her hand, her elbow resting daintily on the edge of her desk.
“Have you talked to him?” she asked softly.
Draco shook his head, becoming interested in the row of Wizarding photographs on the bookshelf behind her.
“And why not?”
Draco slid further down in his chair, covering his face with both hands before letting out a low, put-on groan.
“Because he said not to come back.” he said, exasperated. “Amongst other things.”
Sighing Hermione picked up her wand and flicked her wrist, silently conjuring a pot of tea and two cups.
“That hardly sounds like Harry.” Hermione pointed out, handing him a cup. “Drink it, you need to relax. Now what exactly did Harry say?”
With the rim of the cup poised at his lips, Draco closed his eyes and inhaled - bergamot infiltrating his nasal passage.
“Mmm, have I told you how much I love you lately?” he purred gratefully. “Earl Grey is my favourite.”
Hermione laughed. “I know it is. And don’t say things you don’t mean.”
Draco shook his head, wrapping his hands firmly around the delicate china cup.
“Alas, it’s true Granger. I do love you. Just not in the romantic sense of the word. You’re like the annoying Muggle-born sister my parent’s never had.”
“So what exactly did Harry say?” she asked, unrelenting, her cheeks gently tinged pink.
“That’s just it! I’m not really sure what he meant. I know what I’d like it to mean, but life isn’t always sunshine and roses.” he sighed, affecting a sob before rolling onto his side and sitting uncomfortably.
“For fucks sake Malfoy! What did he say?!”
Growling, Draco looked up from his sulk. “If you’re ready to fall, I’ll be here to catch you, but until you're willing to allow yourself to or finally cut your losses, it’s best if you don’t come back.”
Hermione’s eyes had widened rather comically, and her hand had risen to her mouth.
“So do you know what the hell your wanker of a friend meant?”
Hermione let out a short laugh, fixing him with an unnerving stare. “Draco, I want you to answer me truthfully. No evasive half truths or stalling tactics. Just the whole painful truth, okay?”
Draco nodded slowly, one brow quirked in confusion and worry.
“How, exactly, do you feel about Harry?”
Draco suppressed a shudder that wracked his slight frame.
‘Great, why not ask me why the hell the sky is blue, or how the fuck gravity works and then ask me to cut out my own heart and serve it to you on a silver platter.’ he thought petulantly.
“Draco?” Hermione’s voice was very quiet, bordering on concerned.
“He’s like the perfect guy.” Draco sighed, speaking in quiet, dulcet tones. “He’s very quiet, sometimes, and he enjoys puzzles, for some reason unbeknownst to me. He’s a good sport when he loses at chess. He’s all powerful, but not narcissistic. He’s kind and caring, always putting others before himself. He’s absolutely wonderful at what he does, even if he lucks his way through most of it. And he’s so fucking awesome in the sack.”
“Okay then,” Hermione said slowly, scooting to the edge of her chair. “But how do you feel about him? Was it just about the sex? Or something more?”
Draco shook his head and said softly, “It was always about more than sex with Harry.”
Hermione stood and made her way around the desk, perching on the edge of the desk just in front of him. Taking his hand she smiled softly.
“Do you think that you could love him, Draco?” she whispered.
A lump built in Draco’s throat as he considered the question , his silvery eyes burning bright with emotion.
“No,” he murmured, shaking his head. Hermione’s face fell and she relinquished her light grip on his hand. “I already do.”
Draco choked out a sob, leaning into Hermione when she wrapped her arms around his shoulder
“I’ve screwed up something chronic, haven’t I?” he asked, his voice muffled through Hermione’s shoulder.
Shaking her head, Hermione pulled back slightly and looked at him carefully. “No you haven’t. Since you’ve finally admitted it to yourself, you can tell him. That’s all he wants to hear, Draco. He just wants to know that he’s not alone, and that he didn’t mean nothing to you.”
Draco eyed her curiously, his index finger rising accusingly. “You fucking knew!” he shouted.
Hermione had the good grace to actually look abashed before nodding.
“I talked to Harry the other day after I got you to tell me what’s going on. He’s a mess, Draco. He’s convinced that he’s going to lose everything over this, your friendship included. And if you don’t mind me saying, I have a sneaking suspicion that he’s just as head over heels in love with you as you are with him.”
Draco rubbed his hand heavily over his face, peaking between two fingers at Hermione.
“So do you think if I tell him the truth, that I love him amongst other things, that he’ll forgive me for being a heartless prat and for making him think that all I wanted was his body?”
Hermione gave a delighted laugh, leaning forward to press a kiss to Draco’s cheek.
“Yes!” she squealed. “And I want, and deserve, to be the first to know when it happens.”
Draco smirked thoughtfully. She might have to wait a while on that owl, he had most definite plans to shag Harry thoroughly if and when Harry forgave him.
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Draco had sent Harry an owl not long after leaving Hermione’s office earlier that day. It was better to ‘face the music’ so to speak, sooner rather than later. Not to mention that Draco would do anything to be back in Harry’s good graces and to appease the other man’s mind. It cut rather deep that Harry thought he was only interested in him for only his body, and spoke very little about their friendship as well.
Now it was five minutes until seven thirty and Draco was pacing the hallway outside of Harry’s apartment. If he knocked and Harry answered, would he prove too eager? And if he waited a while, letting the minutes tick by until it was after the arranged time, would Harry think the worst?
Draco sighed, and decided he’d rather look desperate than have Harry think the latter. Taking a deep breath, Draco let it out as slowly as he possibly could and knocked gently. It felt like forever until Harry opened the door. He noticed that Harry looked rather apprehensive before his face schooled to what resembled nonchalance.
“Hey, Harry.” Draco rushed out, cringing slightly.
Harry smiled hesitantly, standing back to allow Draco entrance. “Hello.”
As was usual with all of his visit’s, Draco slipped his shoes off at the entrance before continuing to one of the arm chairs in the area that was Harry’s lounge room. Sitting cross legged, he watched Harry sit across from him. A small smile crept across his lips, Harry looked adorable as usual. While he had improved in the clothing department since school, he still retained some of that delightful naïveté when it came to accessorising and colour co-ordination. But tonight, he was dressed simply in a pair of faded denim jeans, one or two sizes too big from the looks of it, Harry had hiked them up twice since letting him in. He was also dressed in a fitted dark green jumper that clung nicely to his chest. Harry rarely wore shoes when he was at home finding the restrictiveness too much to tolerate in his own home.
“How have you been?” Draco asked, one brow raised slightly.
Harry shrugged, settling into the chair opposite Draco. “You know, the usual.”
Draco could have sworn he saw a flash of something akin to pain in his eyes, averting his own eyes he clasped his hands in his lap.
“I talked to Hermione today.” Draco told him, leaning forward.
Draco watched Harry’s head snap up and cocked his eyebrow again, shrugging simply before leaning back in the chair.
“But I didn’t come here to talk about her, did I? You said something before I left last time.”
Harry simply nodded and proceeded to pick at a loose thread on the chair. Draco noted that his shoulders had slumped, and he carried an air of defeat.
Pushing himself up, Draco crossed the space between them and crouched down in front of him, his hands resting either side of Harry’s thighs.
“It took me a week and a half to actually realise the truth, you know? I wasn’t sure what you meant, and then I wasn’t sure what I wanted it to mean when I thought I’d figured it out. I spent quite a bit of time stewing over it, and eventually had to confide in someone. Someone who helped me see what it was that I couldn’t see all along.
“I’m sorry, Harry. I know that you thought I was only using you or was only interested in you for sex or something similar. But none of that is true. I know in the beginning, I told you that even though we were sleeping together we were, first and foremost, friends. And I know that a year and a half is a long time to go without checking in and clarifying the underlying reasons behind it.”
Draco paused a moment and noted that Harry looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Taking an inch, Draco slowly moved his thumbs in tiny arcs on the firm flesh of Harry’s outer thighs.
“It was never just about what I could get from you. I thought that you knew that, but I know you can’t possibly read my mind and that I have to tell you these kinds of things. You’re one of my best friends, Harry. We’ve overcome all the bullshit of our past and finally put our mislaid feelings into building something solid - and in a way we’ve both denied it. I guess the real reason why I ignored it and pushed it down until I’d almost forgotten about it is because I couldn’t see why you, of all people, would actually be interested in me as more than a friend. We barely have anything in common as it is, why would you entertain any feelings for me?”
Harry opened and closed his mouth several times over and Draco was positive that he was rambling. It was hard work trying to tell someone that you love them when you’d never ever done that before - mother’s don’t count.
“The point I’m trying to make here, Harry, is that it took me less than two months to fall in love with you and well over a year to realise it. And the thought that I caused you pain over denying it, burying it so that I didn’t have to face rejection from the only person who’s opinion actually matters to me, caused you pain, hurts more than I thought it ever could. What I’m trying to say here is, you’re the person I’ve been searching my entire life for, and to think that you’ve been in my life for near on sixteen years makes me rue the fact that I have been so slow to realise it.”
“Wha- What are you trying to say?” Harry asked softly, so, so softly. His eyes seemingly trained on Draco’s thumb that were still making slow circular patterns on Harry’s upper thighs.
Draco smiled shyly, taking one of Harry’s hands in his. “What I’m trying to say, Harry, is that I do love you. And that I probably have done for a long time, I just wasn’t able to see it, or I refused to, I don’t know. But, I do know, for certain, that I am now, most definitely, in love with you. And that if you’re willing to have me, I would like to stick around and pursue an actual relationship with you”
Draco bit into the flesh of his bottom lip, watching Harry carefully. He’d just lain everything at Harry’s feet, his heart included, and had to wait for Harry now. A small smile was shaping in the corners of Harry’s mouth, his eyes becoming visibly brighter even though his head was still facing down, his hand had also lightly gripped Draco’s back.
Harry’s voice was soft and reverent; “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that, Draco.”
They shared a brief, sweet smile before Draco leaned up on his knee’s. His palm pressed lightly to Harry’s cheek before snaking around to the back of his neck and pulling him closer, their lips meeting in a painfully tender kiss.
Draco was grateful with how practiced they were with one another, the way their lips slid expertly together. Draco moaned low in the back of his throat, Harry answering with one of his own before opening his mouth to deepen the kiss.
It was with a defined grace that they rose from their positions on the chair and floor with their lips still together. And with a practiced refinement that they moved around the furniture, across the room and up the two steps to the area that was Harry’s bedroom. Breaking apart as gently as possible, Draco pressed a quick kiss to Harry’s lips before pulling back enough to look at him.
Licking his lips, Draco slowly undid the button’s of his black silk shirt, pulling it back enough to allow the material to slide from his shoulders and arms before moving to follow suit with Harry’s. It was to his own annoyance that his own hands began to shake when the reached up to slide the shirt from Harry’s own shoulders.
“You okay, Draco?” Harry asked, his fingers lightly brushing back and forth over Draco’s shoulders.
“Yeah, I’m just a little nervous is all.” Draco mumbled softly.
Harry snorted softly, surveying Draco and making him feel incredibly self conscious. Shaking his head, Harry leant in and pressed his lips to Draco’s.
“There’s no need to be nervous, it’s not like we’ve never done this before.”
“I know.” Draco smiled, his thumb stroking along Harry’s cheekbone before he dropped his hand to Harry’s shoulder. Leaning in he kissed him again, his fingers falling along the scar leading down Harry’s body.
Draco’s lips continued to blaze a trail along Harry’s jaw and down his neck, the fingers of one hand rubbing small circles on the small of Harry’s back. Carefully, Draco steadied Harry with both hands while laying him down on the comforter, climbing up to lie on one side beside him.
Removing Harry’s glasses and setting them aside, Draco again leant in to claim Harry’s lips. They spent a good fifteen minutes kissing, their hands lightly roaming over one another’s bodies, caressing, kneading and tweaking.
Draco couldn’t help but note, though thinking was somewhat difficult when Harry Potter had his tongue stuck down your throat and his fingers nipping at your nipples, that while they had done the soft, gentle, exploratory sex many times before, while they knew each other’s bodies better than most couples knew each other, they had never really taken the time to just kiss and rub against each other softly. Taking their time to move to that next level, not just jumping straight to it.
Short of breath, Draco broke the kiss with a series of short kisses, his forehead resting lightly against Harry’s.
“Hmm,” he hummed. “This is different.”
Harry’s lips pressed to his nose before he giggled and slithered down the bed, out of Draco’s arms. Frowning, Draco sat up a little, watching Harry. Harry grinned wolfishly, pushing Draco onto his back and straddling his hips. Swooping down, Harry pressed a searing kiss to Draco’s lips, one that left them both gasping for breath and light headed, staring at one another with dazed expressions.
Harry smirked down at Draco, and Draco rose an eyebrow, watching curiously as Harry leant down and stretched his body against the length of Draco’s body before leaning in and riffling through the bedside table draw. Suppressing a grin, Draco settled back, his hands sliding between their two bodies; making to work on Harry’s jeans.
Tutting, Harry leant up and slapped Draco’s hands away causing Draco to frown. “What the fuck, Harry?”
Draco sunk further into the bed when Harry, once again, leant into kiss him, this time placating him with actions instead of words.
With a flick of his fingers, Harry banished the clothing from their lower bodies to the floor, the instantaneous rubbing of skin on skin eliciting a heady groan from both men.
“Fucking love your wandless magic.” Draco murmured, leaning up for another kiss.
Harry hummed into his mouth, his dexterous fingers kneading Draco’s thighs until they fell open; wanton and needy. Groaning lustily, Harry moved into the vee, settling on his knees with the tube of lubricant.
Draco gazed down his body, watching Harry staring at him- a predatory gleam in his wide green eyes.
“What are you thinking?” Draco asked, huskily.
“Nothing much, just how fucking hot you look spread open in front of me.”
Draco chuckled, sliding his hands down his side towards his hips, then under his arse, pushing his hips up and circling them in a wide arc for Harry to see.
“Mm, bet you like that, don’t you?” he grinned, watching as Harry’s jaw dropped several millimetres. “C’mon Harry, don’t leave me waiting too long.”
Draco watched Harry lick his lips and flick the cap on the tube open. Squeezing a copious amount of the thick, sticky liquid onto his fingers. Harry looked up at Draco, their eyes meeting when Harry lined his fingers at Draco’s puckered entrance.
Harry slipped one finger in and Draco closed his eyes, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. Harry’s other hand coming up to lightly stroke at Draco’s erection a low, unsteady breath pulling itself from Draco. Harry’s finger slid easily in and out of him, pushing back insistently, Draco opened his eyes to look at Harry, nodding his approval for the insertion of the next.
Swallowing thickly, Draco murmured his thanks as the two fingers began working in tandem, scissoring and stretching him insistently.
“Fucking HELL, Harry.” he whimpered, loudly, when he tips brushed ever-so-slightly against his prostate.
Chancing a look down at Harry, who was grinning lasciviously, Draco pushed his hips down again, feeling a tight heavenly twinge when a third finger entered him. “Do it again.”
Harry acquiesced and Draco’s eyes rolled back in his head. His hips slowly pumping back on forth on Harry’s fingers, gently fucking himself on those licentious digits.
Hearing Harry moan his name, Draco’s eyes opened partway, enough to see that Harry’s mouth was partly open and he was panting heavily.
“Do it, Harry.” he begged. “Fuck me, please.”
Apparently, Harry didn’t need to be asked twice. He withdrew all three fingers, slathering a thick film of lube on his cock before positioning it at Draco’s prepared entrance.
Shaking his head, Harry lowered his body, covering Draco’s with his. Confused, Draco looked up into those vivid green eyes questioningly when Harry hooked his arms under Draco’s shoulder.
“Not going to fuck you, Draco.” he breathed, pressing a kiss to the corner of Draco’s mouth. “I’m going to love you.”
Slowly Harry eased into Draco, Draco’s eyes closing accordingly while Harry’s thick shaft continued to stretch and fill him. Groaning his delight, Draco hooked one arm around Harry’s back, one leg around Harry’s waist, opening himself up wider.
Harry stilled when he was all the way in and Draco took a few steadying breaths before pushing back, signifying his want for Harry to move. And move Harry did, slowly. Withdrawing all but the head of his cock, he pushed back into Draco slowly, peppering Draco’s face, neck and shoulders with wet, open mouthed kisses.
It was slow and sensual. Harry sliding bit by bit from Draco’s body, only to push back even slower. Draco gasped, each time Harry massaged his prostate, his orgasm building hotter and hotter in his groin.
“Harry…” he panted. “Please… faster… harder… Gods…please!”
Harry growled, pushing himself up to look into Draco’s eyes, maintaining the same pace. Draco nodded sincerely, he wanted to come - he needed to, but couldn’t with Harry’s tender ministrations.
Harry took hold of one of Draco’s hips, drawing out and slamming in harder than earlier. Both men groaning their pleasure.
Again and again Harry slammed home, shattering Draco’s composure each and every time. Fisting the sheet with one hand, he reached down to fist his own erection. His thumb sliding over the head, smearing the pre-come across the swollen head and down the shaft. Picking up a rhythm that matched Harry’s strokes; his building release was imminent.
Moving his body with Harry’s, Draco gasped, and pulled once more. His spunk spurting out and coating his stomach and chest, splashing up onto Harry. His anus clenched and Harry dropped his head to Draco’s shoulder, thrusting once, twice, thrice and pumping his release deep inside Draco, biting down on the flesh covered tendon at the base of Draco’s throat.
Draco moaned, closing his eyes, holding Harry tight when he collapsed on top of him. Smiling, Draco lightly stroked Harry’s sweat coated back, pressing a kiss to the back side of Harry’s neck.
“Mmm. Gods, Harry.”
Feeling Harry smile against his shoulder, Draco hugged him tightly with one arm. Reluctantly he let Harry out of his grasp, wincing audibly when his flaccid cock slid from his body.
Draco looked at Harry who was watching him carefully, distracting himself from the now uncomfortable situation, Draco cast a quick Tergeo and rolled onto his back.
“What is it, Harry?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw Harry shake his head.
“Nothing - I, well, it’s, I,” Harry growled his own frustration, burying his head in the pillow beneath his head. “I was waiting for you to leave like before.”
Draco couldn’t help the hurt that flared inside, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from snapping.
“I’ll only leave if you want me to. But I had no plans to go anywhere, Harry.”
Harry’s head rose, a reluctant smile playing on his lips. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Well in that case,” Harry murmured, scooting closer he threw a leg and an arm over Draco. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Draco smiled, pressing a kiss to Harry’s messy, damp hair, his arm coming up to hold Harry close to him. Harry wriggled slightly, pulling the sheet and covers up over them, before settling into Draco’s side again, a silly smile on his face.
“Go to sleep.” Draco said with a smile.
“Night, Draco.” Harry grinned.
“Goodnight, Harry.”
And for the first time Harry fell asleep in Draco’s arms, content and happy for the first time in a long time.
Finite
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