Title: Rendezvous with a Wanted Lover
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: M
Summary: Harry meets up with Draco at the Manor.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and publishers. No offense is meant by this fan fiction and this is made purely for fun.
Prompts: attend, breath, clue, dilapidated, edge. [JMDC]
Word Count: 1802
Harry scanned the note that he had been owled. It was thick, rich parchment and had a familiar flowing script on one side. It smelled of the sender.
"It's been too long, Potter,
since we last saw one another."
Harry smirked and nodded in agreement, "Indeed it has, Malfoy." He flipped the note over and frowned at the contents.
"2100.21.12.08
Where you stole what was mine."
He knew there were extremely valid reasons for the secrecy but Harry was tired of having to decipher these clues every time they were to meet. The clues were particular to the two of them, yes, but whenever Draco decided to stick in some random numbers, or letters, or Merlin knew what else, then Harry had to spend time figuring that part out. He would not lie, he enjoyed having to put out the effort before he could figure it out but it really had been a long time since they had last seen one another and he was itching to see the man again. Six months was too long a time for them to stay apart, never mind that they had to, and not being able to simply go to him was taxing.
Harry sighed and went to work on the latest clue, at least he would not be snapping at his friends anymore once he got to see Draco. They were starting to worry about him.
The numbers had turned out to simply be the date and time that they were to meet, and of course the meeting place would be Malfoy Manor in the room that Harry had tackled Draco and taken his wand away from him.
Since the end of the war the Ministry had begun to seriously hunt Death Eaters and anyone thought to be associated with them, and they were merciless. They held faux-trials and though they let the Malfoy's off because of Harry's testimony the Ministry found every way possible to punish them without sending any of them to Azkaban –which had been remodelled with curses that turned the prisoners' minds against them. The Manor was raided and heirlooms and artefacts, dark or not, were taken. Their vaults had been virtually cleaned out in the guise of war reparations. The Manor had been ceased and the Malfoy's framed for crimes that Harry knew for certain that they did not commit.
So now Harry waited silently as he leaned against a wall. He had cast preservation charms on his clothes so that dirt and dust would not rub off on them. The Manor had become rather dilapidated since the Malfoy's went into hiding. The house elves had been freed so dust and dirt stayed where they gathered. The gardens went unattended and some of the magical flora spread into the home. It's not a home any longer. Vines crept along many of the walls and most the floor, boggarts were hidden away in various nooks and crannies, the Manor basically resembled Grimmauld place when Harry first saw it but was far more dilapidated since adolescents and distraught drunks often flung Incendios, and many other hexes, towards the building. Some of the wards still held, due to the fact that they strengthened with age, and people that were not granted access by the Malfoy's were unable to cross onto the land. Harry reckoned that once Draco and his family passed the wards would go with them.
Harry cast a tempus charm and sighed. It was ten after nine which meant that Draco was ten minutes late. He was nearly never late. Anxious, Harry walked around the room. He stopped underneath the spot where the chandelier had fallen. His mind ran through the events of that night. He started when hands slipped around his waist and a body pressed against his back as hot breath tickled his neck. Draco had somehow managed to become even stealthier than the last time they had met. It made Harry wonder what sort of situations he was dealing with.
"I was worried you would not attend," Draco said softly.
"You're late," Harry said, as he tried to twist around in the other man's grasp. Draco was not having it though he held Harry more tightly.
"Wait. Just let me hold you would you," Draco murmured. His voice was almost the same as Harry remembered it being, albeit a bit more... stressed.
"What's happened?" he asked. He relaxed into the hold and leaned into the other man. The only times that they initiated contact this quickly was when one of them was upset over something, otherwise they would stand across from one another and drink in all the subtle, and not so subtle, changes that they had missed during their time apart before they moved towards one another.
Draco slid his hands down to grip Harry's hips loosely and inhaled deeply. "I missed that scent, your scent," the man said distantly and buried his head in the nape of Harry's neck.
Harry rested his head on Draco's and reached a hand back to brush his fingers against the blonde hair. It was not as soft as he last remembered but it was soft enough. "You waited so long to set a meeting."
"I could breathe you in until the end of my days," Draco said, as he nudged Harry's head with his own and ran his hands up Harry's sides.
"I was worried you know."
"Lose myself in your musk."
"I still am."
"Stay with you until I die."
Harry felt something hot and wet on his neck and before he could wonder what it was Draco shivered behind him. "Draco, what happened?" he asked, turning around as he did so.
Draco did not stop him this time but instead of answering he grabbed Harry and kissed him hard, their teeth gnashing together. The blonde did not relent and after a few desperate pleas Harry began to return the favour rather than ask questions, he could do that later. Draco plundered his mouth and Harry gasped as the man bit his lip and pulled. The kiss was fierce and molten hot. It was a contest of tongues and a battle for control. Draco hooked his leg behind Harry's and sent them falling towards the floor. Harry hit the ground with a thud and winced at the throbbing in his head. He did not have time to worry over it though because Draco was on him and claiming his mouth once again.
Harry groaned out loud as the other man made his way down his neck, nipping and sucking and kissing and licking. He had a hand in Harry's hair and tugged hard. Harry felt his cock stir and was sure that Draco felt it too because his shirt was soon ripped off and his trousers quickly followed. Draco paused a moment after he tugged Harry's pants off and roamed the length of his with his eyes. Harry squirmed at the intensity of it. He reached a hand out to wipe Draco's tears away but his hand was swatted aside and Draco lunged down at him, biting him on the neck before the lapped and sucked at it. Harry hissed at the sharpness of the pain.
He gasped and jerked his hips when he felt cool fingers wrap around his cock, one of them should have probably had the sense to cast warming charms in the room. Draco pumped him slowly while he sucked at one of Harry's nipples and caressed his flank. Once he was fully erect Draco murmured a lubrication charm and he felt his cock get slick and wet. When he looked up Draco was ripping his own shirt open before he tugged his trousers and pants half way down.
"Draco, wh- aaah," Harry groaned. Draco had impaled himself on Harry's cock without warning, and judging from the tightness, without preparation as well. It had been months since Harry had last fucked anyone so he found it difficult to remember the voice his concerns.
Draco thrust away at him and ignored Harry's questions about his discomfort. He rode him quickly and vigorously, his hands on either side of Harry's head. He slammed down hard and clenched, moaning all the while as he ground on Harry's cock. Harry grabbed Draco's hips and thrust upwards, earning himself a gasp. He repeated the motion a few more times and Draco leaned back onto his hands. Harry tugged the rest of the man's trousers and pants off, leaving him only in his shirt and cloak, so that he could better see Draco's cock, his balls and where Harry's own cock was buried in his arse. Draco bucked his hips. Once. Twice. Three times. Before he was once again riding Harry mercilessly, his cock bobbing around and his balls slapping against Harry's skin. Harry tugged at the long, flushed, slender cock and his mouth watered. Draco was moaning and grunting as he fucked himself on Harry's cock.
"Fuck me. Fuck me, Harry. Please," Draco begged as he stopped. His hips twitching forwards until Harry sat up and leaned over him. Draco now on his back.
Harry lifted one of Draco's legs up onto his shoulder and then proceeded to fuck him. Hard. He hammered away as Draco jerked himself off, his noises becoming more breathy and desperate as he begged for Harry to fuck him harder, he was on the edge. With a loud cry Draco came and when Harry saw him cumming all over himself he felt his orgasm creep up on him more swiftly that he had imagined it would and he shuddered and shot his load into Draco, thrusting a few times for good measure and wondering at the load he was letting out. Draco would be full of him by the end of his orgasm.
Once it was over Harry collapsed onto the other man. He took a moment to catch his breath before rolling to the side and looking into those dark grey eyes.
"Mother's dead and father's very near joining her," Draco rasped between breaths. Harry's hand cupped the other man's face before he even thought to do it. "I don't know what the fuck to do, Harry. They were all I had left, the only constants in my cursed life."
"I'm so sorry, Draco," he said, rolling onto his side and pulling the man against him. "I- You've got me."
"I know that. I do. But I can't see you often or they'll find me and they'll-"
"I know," he whispered into Draco's hair.
They lay there for the rest of the night, tangled together as Draco sobbed and Harry consoled him. It was the second time Harry had seen the man cry and he hoped to Merlin it would be the last because he doubted his heart could bear it a third time.
"We'll figure something out, Draco. Even if I have to run away with you."
