Unfinished Business: Only the Beginning

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WARNING: This story is a prequel of Unfinished Business. There will be lots of DM/HP slashy goodness in this story. So if you don't like boy/boy relationships, don't read this fic. It's that simple. You have been warned.

In the Beginning

Harry wandered the darkened halls of one of the places he had called home, the other being the Burrow, while he pondered where his life was leading him. A month had already gone by before he knew it. Voldemort had been defeated during the Battle at Hogwarts, and now the wizarding world was at peace again. The only thing he had on his plate at the moment was helping rebuild his beloved school for the next generation to enjoy.

That and waiting to see if he was still eligible to become an Auror even though he hadn't taken his NEWTS. He would go back if he needed to. But honestly, who besides Hermione wanted to go back to school after what many of them had gone through. He went to adjust his glasses at the thought before realizing that he didn't wear them anymore. Hermione had fixed his eyesight several weeks ago since he didn't want to go into Auror training with that kind of liability.

As Harry was about to round a corner, leading him to the stairway to Gryffindor Tower, a frustrated voice called out to him.

"Potter, have you seen Draco?" Parkinson asked as she and Zabini rushed up to him.

"No, sorry," the bespectacled teen said as he turned to them.

"Bloody hell," she cursed under her breath, causing Harry to raise a brow at her.

"Leave it to Draco to miss out his own birthday party," Zabini rolled his eyes.

"He's probably still mad at us," she suggested to the other Slytherin before addressing Harry again. "If you see him, Potter, tell him to stop being a baby and come back to the Slytherin dungeon."

"Okay," Harry said, though with some confusion.

Without another word, the two former Slytherins departed, presumably to either continue their search of their leader or return to the Slytherin Dungeon. Harry shook his head at the thought of how much had changed since the end of the second wizarding war.

Many Death Eaters had been caught after Voldemort had been defeated and put on trial, though a lot of them had managed to escape. Among the most well-known to be put on trial were the Malfoys. However, thanks to Narcissa Malfoy's help in hiding the fact that he was still alive, Harry had repaid his debt by speaking out on their behalf.

Harry had been told that it was because of his testimony and that only that the Malfoy family had been cleared of the charges against them. However, even though the family had escaped a life sentence in Azkaban, along with the other Death Eaters to have been caught, the world was no longer kind to the Malfoys. Like most who were associated with Voldemort, the Malfoy family had been completely disgraced, no longer holding the respect they once had.

Harry had half expected the family, as well as a few others, mostly Slytherins, to lay low for a while. But it had come as a pleasant surprise when Malfoy Jr, and others from his house like Parkinson and Zabini, had returned to Hogwarts to help rebuild. There were some that didn't welcome their arrival, but Harry wasn't about to turn them away. After all, it was their school as well.

Even though the blonde had been adamant about being a part of the rebuild, Malfoy seemed a little distant. At first, he thought it was his imagination, but after that little run in with his friends, Harry's curiosity was piqued.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," Harry said after he pulled out his Marauder's map.

As he searched, Harry vaguely wondered if this was such a good idea. But the moment he found the name Draco Malfoy motionless within a familiar room on the very floor he was currently on, Harry made up his mind. He figured nothing bad could possibly come from this. At least, nothing worse than fighting the Dark Lord.

"Mischief managed," he whispered before putting the map back into his pocket and heading in the direction of the room Malfoy was currently hiding himself in.

After reaching his destination in only a matter of minutes, Harry raised his hand and turned the handle. As he walked into one of his favorite classrooms, Harry sighed. Doing the rebuild of the school floor by floor, Harry hadn't yet started some of the classrooms. Even though Defence Against the Dark Arts had been his favorite class, there had been more important things that needed to be taken care of first.

Protection and support spells around Hogwarts were among the few. After all, a lot of Hogwarts had been destroyed or blasted away, including parts of the walls within this very room.

Walking through the room, Harry could see the outside through the massive hole that had blasted through and left mounds of rubble where he was walking. When he walked past the rubble, Harry found himself standing at the back of the classroom where the teacher's office was. He then raised his hand, pausing for only a moment, before knocking on the door. After a moment of silence, he decided to call out to the blonde he knew was inside.

"Malfoy," Harry said and was once again rewarded with silence. "I know you're in there," he persisted.

Making up his mind in an instant, Harry turned the handle and opened the door. As he walked inside, Harry found the room was not as worse for wear as the rest of the room was. Though there were no candles lit to, light from the moon shone through the window, illuminating the whole space. Because of that, Harry instantly spotted who he was searching for.

However, he was not ready for what he found.

Sitting in the middle of the room, on a couch that Harry never remembered being there before, was Malfoy. Currently, Malfoy held his head in one hand while a bottle was being grasped in the other. His usually well maintained platinum hair stuck up in odd angles. When he looked up at his guest, Harry could see that Malfoys' usually stormy grey eyes didn't hold the same fire that it once had.

"What happened to you?" Harry blurted out as the door closed behind him.

No one ever said he was tactful.

"Sod off, Potter," Malfoy said, before taking a swig of the bottle, which Harry could now see was Firewhiskey.

"What are you doing all by yourself? Your friends are looking everywhere for you."

"None of your business. Now sod off," the blonde said irately.

"I can't. Parkinson wanted me to give you a message if I ever found you," Harry said as he came further into the room, taking in his surrounding as he did. "It was something like, 'stop being a baby and come back to the Slytherin dungeon'," he relayed, to which Malfoy scoffed.

"Well now that you've delivered your message, you can sod off back to your friends," the blonde said before taking another swig.

"Why are you drinking alone?" Harry asked, ignoring the blonde's request. "It's your birthday, isn't it? Shouldn't you be celebrating it with your friends?" Harry asked as he made himself comfortable on the couch next to him.

Malfoy sighed when he realized that his unwanted guest wasn't going to be leaving him alone anytime soon.

"I almost had to spend the rest of my life locked away in Azkaban. Sorry if I'm not in the mood to celebrate," the blonde said as he swung the bottle in a little circle, absently watching as the liquid swirled inside.

"Well I almost died and I'm not moping around and drinking myself into a stupor."

"Malfoy's don't mope," the blonde sneered, offended. "Here," the blonde said before thrusting the bottle of Firewhiskey into Harry's hands, "if you're so concerned with me drinking alone."

"You want me to drink with you?" Harry asked as he looked at the bottle in his hand with uncertainty.

"What, you haven't had Firewhiskey before?" Malfoy smirked as he watched the other teen's reaction. "Are you scared Potter?"

"Hardly," Harry rolled his eyes, before taking a swig.

The liquid burned as it poured down his throat. He would have choked on it in surprise if he weren't already used to it. He had sampled the fiery beverage on the same night of the Battle of Hogwarts. After all of the deaths and all of the fighting, Harry had found himself with one of those very bottles in his hands. He had needed it.

It had all started when he had realized that he didn't feel much about anything anymore. His passion for life had somehow died the same day Voldemort had. Harry had wondered if killing that last bit of Voldemort's soul had somehow killed a bit of his own. He still knew right from wrong, and he still wanted to protect. But the drive … the passion that had kept him going for all this time had somehow vanished. Watching his friends and everyone he cared about, Harry knew what he should feel after Voldemort's defeat. But, for some reason, he just couldn't bring himself to actually feel it.

That lack of feeling had first led him to Ginny, who had tried to reconnect with him. She had lured him into an abandoned classroom where they had made love for the first time. It had been an okay experience. His first time with a girl had released some tension in him, but there had been something missing.

It had felt awkward in the beginning, being inside of her. He couldn't seem to stay aroused as he looked at her smooth skin and caressed her breasts. In the end, the only thing that had gotten him off were thoughts of Bill nibbling on his skin.

After it was over and they both laid there, with Ginny smiling and cuddling up to him and Harry realizing that he might not be as attracted to woman as he first assumed, he left for the Hog's Head. He spent the rest of the night there, trying to drink his confusion away. When he had woken up the next morning, he knew he owed it to Ginny to tell her the truth.

Well … some of it anyway.

Harry truly did care for Ginny, but there was no need to mention that he fantasized about her brother during their first time together. He settled for telling her that he didn't feel a connection with her anymore. He didn't want to be in any kind of relationship, especially with the way he was now. For her credit, the red head took it better than he thought she would, saying that she would wait for him to come around. Even though that had been a month ago, Harry had yet to feel any differently.

"I guess you needed that more than I did?" Draco said as he pulled the bottle out of Harry's hand.

Turning to the blonde, Harry gave the other boy a confused expression.

"Alcohol makes for loose lips," he said as he took a swig.

Harry flushed and his eyes widened when he realized that he had been talking the entire time. He had unintentionally told the blonde everything he had been thinking.

"Personally, I'm used to getting off from thoughts of my dorm mates," the blonde explained when he gave the bottle back to Harry. "But I'm usually with them when I do," he winked.

"You're-"

"Gay?" Draco interrupted. "Most definitely. Ever since I hit puberty and realized that I could only get it up with thoughts of Blaise and Theo going at it in my bed."

"But I thought you and Pansy were-"

"We tussled now and then," Draco shrugged, "when we had nothing better to do. But I always did her from behind. It was easier to pretend she was a guy that way."

"Well then why didn't you just find a guy to be with? I thought being gay was more accepting in the wizarding world," Harry said, not the least bit weirded out that he was having this kind of conversation with his former school nemesis.

"It is, and I did. Blaise is really good at taking it, and when the three of us get together, it is very entertaining," the blonde said, his stormy eyes wide. "But now that the two of them have decided to make a go at being a couple, I'm left with only a bottle of Firewhiskey and my hand to keep me company," he said noticing not for the first time how bright Potter's green eyes looked without his glasses.

Harry took another swig of Firewhiskey at the confession. His skin tingled and he wasn't quite sure it was because of the alcohol coursing through his veins. He would never have believed it, but thoughts of Draco and Zabini made his body react in surprising ways.

"Have you ever been with a guy before?" Draco asked bluntly, causing Harry to choke on the liquid. "I'll take that as a no," he said before taking the almost empty bottle out of Harry's hand. "Do you want to?"

"What?" Harry asked, subconsciously licking his lips as the blonde came closer. He could smell the Firewhiskey on the blonde's breath and couldn't help but breathe it in.

"Let's find out if you really prefer men over woman," the blonde smirked, his lips ghosting over Harry's.

Harry parted his lips, whether it was to protest or not he wouldn't know. But Draco took that split second to descend upon Harry and capture his lips. Then the blonde used one of his hands to grasp the back of Harry's neck as he drove his tongue between the other boy's lips. Harry moaned as the blonde caressed his tongue, exploring the caverns of his mouth and tasting the Firewhiskey they shared.

But Harry wouldn't be outdone by the blonde.

As he pressed his hand against the blonde's chest, Harry kissed back. With just as much fire as he got, Harry moved his tongue against Draco's. He caressed the blonde's tongue with his own, moaning at the fierceness of the kiss as they each tried to dominate the other. When the blonde finally pulled away from him, it was to find that he had been pushed back against the couch and Draco was on top of him.

"Well aren't you just full of surprises," the blonde smirked as they both panted. "And that was with you being caught off guard," he said, licking his swollen lips as his hand rested against Harry's awakened member. "Would you like to continue?"

"Yes," Harry nodded instantly, bucking up into the blonde's touch.

Without another word, Draco unzipped Harry trousers and slid his hand inside. When he wrapped his fingers around Harry's bare flesh, Harry gasped out, his eyes closing in bliss, as he bucked his hips again. The next thing he knew, Draco's lips were trailing kisses along his neck. He let his finger run through the blonde's hair as Draco nibbled and sucked, leaving tiny red marks in his wake.

When the blonde was satisfied with his work, he pulled back once again. He looked down at the panting savior below him and Draco's own awaked manhood gave a little twitch of excitement. If someone had told him today that he would be pleasuring the saviour of the wizarding world, he would have sent them to Saint Mungo's to get their head examined. As it was, the very boy who had irritated him for most of his school year was a puddle of euphoric mess, just waiting to be satisfied.

By him.

"Lift up your hips," Draco said, his voice hoarse from his own arousal.

Without hesitating, Harry lifted his hips and Draco instantly got up from the couch, pulling the other boy's trousers and boxers off before tossing them to the floor. Then he quickly removed his own before climbing back on top of the Gryffindor.

"Give me your hand," the blonde said as he held out his hand.

When Harry placed his hand in the blonde's, Draco could feel the heat radiation off of it. The alcohol had done its job and now the Gryffindor almost glowed with heat. As Draco guided Harry's hand to his own neglected member, Harry wrapped his fingers around the hardening cock, and the blonde guided the other boy to move his hand. Draco moved it slowly at first, letting Harry get comfortable with the feeling of another man's cock within his hand.

"Sweet Merlin, your hand feels so good," Draco groaned out without thinking as calloused digits glided along his shaft.

As he moved his hand from around Harry's, Draco propped himself up with one hand by Harry's head while his other hand continued their ministrations on Harry's neglected member.

"Malfoy," Harry moaned out as he kept opening and closing his mouth. "It's so good."

"It's about to feel so much better," Draco said as he leaned in and whispered into Harry's ear.

Draco then pulled back, letting his stiff member slide out of Harry's grasp, before he let go of Harry's length. Harry whimpered at the loss, enjoying the feeling of those long fingers caressing him. When he looked down to see where the blonde was going, Harry saw the blonde bend down between his legs before his member was suddenly swallowed whole by the Slytherin.

Harry let out a silent scream of desire as he felt the same velvety tongue that had kissed him moments before, trail a line down his shaft.

"Fuck," he groaned, gripping onto the head of the couch as Draco's head bobbed up and down.

Draco rested his body between Harry's legs while using one hand to grip the base of Harry's cock. As he continued treating Harry's member like a lollypop, the blonde let his free hand slip underneath Harry's shirt. His fingers trailed along Harry's stomach and up towards his chest where he found one of the saviour's nipples. He caressed it, drawing circles around the neglected nub until it was erect and hard.

"Malfoy," Harry said in a half moan, half whimper.

Draco knew what that meant, and after giving the savior one particularly satisfying suck, Harry came, bucking his hips, as he spilt his seed into Draco's mouth.

"Oh fuck that was good," Harry said as he ran his trembling fingers through his hair after Draco finished milking him.

"We're not done yet," Draco said, letting Harry's lax member go with a resounding pop.

In one swift moment, Draco had unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the ground with the rest of their discarded clothes. Then he pulled Harry up by his shirt before pulling the last piece of clothing off and tossing it aside. He then immediately went on the attack as he descended on Harry's other nipple, biting and sucking at it until it was erect as the first. Harry had to brace himself against the couch as Draco abused his nipple.

"Lie back down," Draco said and Harry surprisingly did as he was told without question.

Draco's own forgotten member twitched in excitement with what he planned to do next. He held the base of his cock in one hand and he got up from the couch. Then he walked towards where Harry's head rested and presented his waiting member to him.

"You want me to..." Harry asked, his voice trailing off.

"One good suck deserves another," Draco said, caressing his member in front of the other boy.

Licking his lips at the thought, Harry found that he wanted to do it, to have the blonde's cock between his lips, to taste the other boy as he was just tasted. Without another word, Harry lifted his head and opened his mouth. He licked the tip of the shaft, liking the way it felt against his tongue and the way Draco groaned at the tease. Then he lean forward even more as he took the blonde in his mouth inch by inch.

"Just let your tongue glide along my shaft," Draco said as he moved his hands into Harry's hair.

As Harry did as he was told, Draco started to move his hips. Back and forth, he slowly pushed himself in and out of Harry's mouth. Harry moaned at the taste of Draco's cum dripping into his mouth and sucked, hard, trying to get more of the addictive taste.

"Fuck, Potter," the blonde growled in arousal. "Do you want me to come in your mouth?"

Harry hummed in affirmative, sending delightful chills down Draco's spine. Without warning, Draco pulled out of Harry's mouth. It wouldn't do for him to come too soon. He wanted to enjoy every part of fucking the Great Harry Potter.

"How about I come in a different hole?" Draco whispered against Harry's lips before capturing it between his own.

They both moaned into the kiss, tasting themselves on the other's tongue, before Draco guided Harry onto his hands and knees. The blonde trailed his hands along Harry's back, pausing at his waist, before letting a single digit slid along the crease of Harry's cheeks. Then he bent down to retrieve his wand before muttering a lubrication spell. As the slippery substance trickled into his hand, Draco guided the lube against Harry's tight hole.

Harry bucked his hips, unused to the feeling. But as he felt Draco's finger working his entrance, he found that he rather enjoyed it. Then ever so slowly, Draco eased a finger inside. Harry moaned as the finger penetrated him while Draco's other hand started stroking his reawakened member. It was a new sensation that he was quickly learning to enjoy.

After letting his finger slide in and out of Harry hole to let the boy get used to the feeling, Draco added another. He let his fingers scissor Harry, teaching his entrance to accept the intrusion. When he added a third, he could feel Harry start to squirm.

"Uncomfortable?" Draco asked, even as he started searching for that sweet spot within the other boy.

"A little," Harry whimpered as he buried his head in his folded arms, even though he was desperate for the blonde to continue.

"How about now?" Draco asked when he suddenly found the bundle of nerves he was searching for.

"Fuck, Malfoy!" Harry cried out in answer as he bucked into Draco's hand. "Do that again?"

"Maybe later," the blonde smirked before suddenly pulling his hands away from Harry, causing him to whimper at the loss. "No worries, Mr. Saviour," he said as he positioned himself behind Harry. "I have something even better for you. Lie on your back."

Doing as he was told, Harry turned so that he was now on his back. Then Draco held onto the other boy's legs, pushing them against his chest. He moved forward until his dripping cock was aligned with Harry's moistened hole. Draco then slowly pushed forward, inch by inch, past Harry's opening, until his sack was flushed up against Harry's cheeks. He looked to the boy beneath him and saw that Harry was biting his lips, though seemed to be holding his breath.

"Relax," Draco said, using a great amount of self-restrained as he held himself still.

The moment he saw Harry take his first breath and relax a bit, Draco started to move. He pulled his cock almost all the way out before suddenly slamming back into Harry.

"Fuck!" Harry shouted as Draco hit that same sweet spot deep within him.

Sweat started beading down Harry face as he gripped onto the couch, his body was racked with ecstasy like he had never felt before. Without another word, Draco pulled almost all the way out again before giving a powerful trust forward. This time, Harry whimpered, tossing his head from side to side, as Draco rammed into him.

"Touch yourself," Draco said as he pushed himself up against Harry's legs, holding them to either side of his chest.

Without waiting for Harry to comply, Draco started thrusting again, this time with more vigour then before. With trembling hands, Harry gripped onto his cock and stroked it in time with the blonde's thrusts.

"Look at me," the blonde said as his trusts started picking up more speed, and Harry obeyed. "Watch me as I fuck you."

Looking down, Harry became even more aroused at the sight of Draco pounding into him. He panted as he pumped his cock, his hands quickening to match Draco's thrusts. When Draco started pounding into that same sweet spot as before, Harry suddenly found himself undone once again. He tensed, with waves upon waves of euphoria coursing through his body, as he pumped his essence all over his hand and Draco's chest.

Moments later, Draco too found his release and gave a deep groan as he spilled himself into Harry's waiting hole. His thrusts more erratic, Draco emptied everything that was in him into Harry. When he was finally spent, Draco fell back, his lax cock slipping out of Harry's abused entrance as he did so.

"So... How was it?" Draco asked when he finally caught his breath.

"Well...," Harry started, still trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. "If there was any doubt before, they're gone now. I'm definitely gay."

"Glad I could be of assistance," he said, pulling his wand from his robe before spelling them both clean. Then he got up and started reaching for his clothes. "Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go and find my friends."

"You're not going to tell them about this, are you?" Harry questioned as he made to sit up, but a sharp pain along his back stopped him.

"Not on your life," Draco scoffed without even looking at the other wizard. "As far as I'm concerned, this never even happened."

Without another word, the blonde finished getting dressed and left, leaving Harry still lying naked on the couch and tending to a sore backside.

End of Chapter: In the Beginning