HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEXIS!
In case you didn't know its Digitallace's birthday! So I wrote this fic for her in honour of her brilliance so she knows just how much we all love her! I'd like to thank Love0potion0gone0wrong, who took the time to beta this for me, he did a brilliant job so go check out his fabulous stories!
It will come in three parts, one today, one tomorrow and another the next day. Lex did give me a few requirements they were: a Monty Python quote, a stack of dirty magazines, a collection of silly hats and an overly aggressive owl; so keep your eye out for them!
Harry and Draco and friends don't belong to me and I make no money from this.
So, Lex, darling, this is for you! I hope you like it.
Surprise: Part 1
Draco yawned widely as he entered the kitchen; it was Thursday morning and the last day he could honestly tell people he was twenty-four. He had never really been a morning person and his brain needed at least two hits of caffeine before it would function at a normal level. He trudged sleepily over to the kitchen bench to start preparing his first cup of coffee and it was at this point each day that he would curse Harry for insisting they not have a House Elf.
"So, Harry, I was thinking that tomorrow night maybe we could just have a nice quiet dinner at that fancy looking French place we saw a few weeks ago," Draco suggested as he reached up into the top cupboard for his favourite mug.
"No!" Harry shouted as he leapt into the kitchen with wild eyes.
"What? I was just suggesting – oh no…" Draco sounded affronted at first but his tone quickly slipped into a mixture of worry and annoyance.
Harry threw himself in between Draco and their kitchen cupboard, slamming it shut with a loud bang.
"Didn't I tell you I'd make your coffee this morning!?" Harry snapped.
"Harry, please tell me I didn't just see thirty bottles of vodka in that cupboard," Draco groaned.
"That's ridiculous, Draco!" Harry laughed uneasily. "Why would I have thirty bottles of vodka in the cupboard? I mean, I know we both like the odd glass, but that's just silly!"
There's only twenty-five bottles, Harry thought smugly to himself.
"Right, yeah," Draco replied sarcastically. "Let me ask you something?"
Harry cringed. This was not going to be good.
"Do you remember, say about a month ago and then again two weeks ago, when I told you that under no circumstances were you to throw me a surprise birthday party? Where you promised me I was worrying about nothing! Do you remember those conversations, Harry?"
"Hmm, not particularly," Harry mused, tapping his chin with his index finger. "Was I asleep when we had those conversations?"
"No."
"Was I watching Top Gear because you know that I just tune everything else out when that show is on…"
"No, you weren't watching Top Gear."
"Was I drunk?"
"Harry," Draco growled in warning.
"Yes?" Harry replied meekly, under his lover's fiery gaze.
"Let me remind you yet again that under NO circumstances are you to throw me a surprise birthday party," Draco warned.
"Right, got it," Harry nodded. "Absolutely. No surprise party. I understand."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, positive. I get it. No party."
"Good," Draco smirked. "Now get out of my way, I still need my coffee."
"Oh no! I'll do that for you! It's your birthday, remember?" Harry cooed overdramatically.
"Not yet it's not," Draco smiled tightly. He knew Harry was planning a surprise party – the vodka was a dead giveaway – and he also knew that even if he padlocked him to a chair Harry would still throw that party for him. For some reason, even after three years of marriage, Harry still didn't understand that he hated surprise parties. Tomorrow Draco would be turning twenty-five and apparently Harry thought that a 'quarter of a century' was a landmark occasion.
"Close enough!" Harry exclaimed. "Now be a good boy and sit down," he ordered pointing Draco to the dining room table. "Coffee and French toast?"
"Please," Draco scoffed. "If I'm going to be publicly ridiculed at this monstrosity you're 'not' throwing for me, I'm at least going to be thin for it! Coffee and an apple, please."
"Sweetie, you know I think you're perfectly sexy how you are!" Harry admonished him.
"I know."
"You know I nearly strangled Ernie for checking out your gorgeous bottom last week?"
"I heard."
"You know you have three sugars in every cup of coffee you drink?"
"I'm leaving."
"And you have at least five cups before lunch and two at afternoon break." Harry said as he followed Draco around the house watching him gather all his things for work.
"Bye, Harry!"
"I'm just saying, you may as well indulge me and let me make you French toast since you have more than twenty teaspoons of sugar every day!"
The front door slammed and Harry was standing alone in his kitchen, grinning ear to ear. He loved Draco so, so much.
Harry settled into his favourite armchair to finish drinking Draco's coffee – luckily his beautiful husband hadn't yet managed to defile the morning pick-me-up with copious amounts of sugar. One day Harry swore Draco's teeth would fall right out of his mouth; Hermione was always nagging Draco about the amount of sugar he consumed – no doubt the result of being raised by dentists.
Thoughts of Hermione were what finally had Harry rising from his comfortable chair; he still needed to confirm the wait staff for the party. Out of respect for his late friend, Dobby, Harry refused to take on a House Elf unless he was permitted to pay them for their services – a condition of employment none were willing to meet. Thus, Hermione had organised for some of the Hogwart's fifth, sixth and seventh years to work for the evening and make some extra galleons for the summer.
Harry was currently on break from work following a week long field assignment and he was glad for the extra time to prepare for Draco's surprise. He still had a few things to chase up and, of course, presents to pick up. Draco said he hated surprise parties, but Harry knew the blonde just lapped up being the centre of attention. When they got married Harry joked that he was just a guest and not and actual participant, that it was all for Draco. Harry didn't mind all that much; he preferred slinking into the background most of the time anyway. Draco-watching was his favourite pastime these days and Draco was just glorious to watch when he was being showered in attention; he just glowed. Of course, that made him a very high maintenance husband, but Harry found being attentive to Draco came as a second nature to him anyway.
Harry rinsed out his coffee cup in the sink and gathered the things he would need for his day – his wallet, wand, jacket, his To-Do list and a recipe he had gotten from Molly to pass on to Narcissa. Before leaving on his field assignment, Harry had arranged everything that would be required for the party; caterers, tables, chairs, table settings, most of the decorations, music and lighting. Invitations had been sent out weeks ago and Harry was pleased to know Draco was completely clueless. Today, he needed to confirm everything was going to go ahead as planned and iron out any last minute details.
His first stop that day was Malfoy Manor to see Lucius and Narcissa to check how they were getting on with their preparations for the party. Draco's birthday party was to be held at the Manor in their ridiculously large ballroom and Harry had reluctantly allowed Narcissa to set up for the festivities.
When Harry and Draco married, Harry learned an important lesson about Narcissa, she was an involved mother-in-law. She wanted to get her hands on to everything so it was perfect for them – Harry just wanted to sign the piece of paper and be done with it. As a 'harm-minimisation' tactic – Draco's words, not Harry's - they gave Narcissa something relatively big to do on their big day so that she would leave everything else alone. For the wedding Narcissa was permitted to oversee the whole day to make sure everything ran smoothly so that neither of the boys had to worry about anything but getting their vows right. It was a lesson Harry remembered when planning Draco's birthday and Narcissa was given permission to set up the room.
Harry cringed at the thought of dealing with Narcissa on the eve of the big party – it wasn't that she would do a bad job of it, on the contrary, Harry was sure it would be wonderful – she was just enthusiastic, shall we say… painfully enthusiastic.
Harry knew he was still keyed into Draco's room – allowing him to covertly apparate in and out while they were still dating – but out of politeness he always used the fireplace in the main sitting room. He loved visiting here, Lucius was still uncomfortable about the whole affair and Harry loved to remind him of their family connection to see his reaction and, of course, Narcissa just lapped him up; she adored him.
Upon his arrival he was greeted by Kipper, the family House Elf, and led on to the patio where his in-laws were enjoying the sunshine and admiring the garden. "Mum! Dad!" he sang with his arms open for a big embrace. Lucius shuddered at the greeting, but Narcissa jump straight into him.
"Oh, Darling!" she clucked. "How are you today? It's so good to see you!" She fussed over him, picking invisible lint off his jacket and smoothing down his arms.
"Good thanks," he smiled. "I just popped in to talk to you about the party and to see how everything was going – oh, and Molly sent along the recipe for her Apple and Walnut muffins, it's sealed in an envelope because apparently the secret ingredient has been generously included."
"Oh, how lovely!" Narcissa gushed as she tore open the envelope. "Oh that cheeky woman!" she laughed as she read the note included with recipe; Harry decided not to ask.
"Dad, how's things?" Harry asked, making sure to informally remind Lucius they were family for the pleasure of watching him squirm uncomfortably. Even Draco couldn't believe Harry got away with calling Lucius 'Dad'; he had only ever been permitted to call him 'Father'.
"Fine, Harry," he winced.
Harry was aware Lucius knew he'd just gotten back from a field assignment, but the man didn't ask about it; he never did. Harry wasn't really sure where he stood with Lucius or what he thought about him – there was every chance the older Malfoy was still harbouring a deep set hatred, however, it was just as likely that he was living silently in regret of his past decisions – either way, he seemed pleased Harry made Draco happy and he put up with Harry's constant teasing. That was enough for now, perhaps they would have a deep and meaningful about everything one day, but, then again, perhaps they wouldn't.
"Oh, you tease him!" Narcissa laughed – Harry just smiled. "Come on, Possum! We've got important birthday business to discuss!" she announced, linking her arm through Harry's and leading him into the ballroom where she had a team of House Elves setting up the tables and chairs with crisp white cloths.
"Wow," Harry grinned. "It looks so great already!" he gushed as he walked around the room. There was a stage set up for the band and a big mirrored disco ball being carefully levitated to the ceiling.
"I'm glad you're happy with everything, Love," Narcissa smiled, squeezing his hand. "But I did make just one teeny tiny little adjustment. Come on, let me show you what I mean," she offered, leading him to a side door, which Harry knew was a store room. "This will all be hung this afternoon," she told him as she opened up the doors. "If you come back after lunch you can see it all happening!"
Harry just nodded as he tried to decide if he should be scared that she'd taken it upon herself to 'make an adjustment'. He tried to smile, but was sure he didn't do very well; something about the look on her face said he wasn't going to like this one bit.
"Oh wipe that look of your face!" she teased him. "It's not that bad! Draco's going to love it!"
Harry nearly fell over when Narcissa lit up the dark store room and he found himself greeted with piles of streamers, balloons, ribbons, banners, candles and a number of other things he couldn't even name. His mouth fell open and he couldn't seem to form any words or fake some kind of positive expression to even pretend he wasn't horrified.
Oh yes. Draco was going to LOVE this.
Everything was green and silver; Slytherin colours.
Harry lay silently down on the end of Draco's old bed; the bed where they had first made love. Narcissa had laughed at Harry's reaction and his subsequent babbling as he tried to argue against the colour scheme; she told him he was being silly and that Draco would adore it, then she sent him promptly up to Draco's room for a lay down – the most sensible thing she'd suggested in a long time, he definitely needed to lay down before he fell down.
Harry had chosen a colour scheme already – green, blue and purple – he'd already bought half the decorations in those colours! He was too frustrated to scream and too used to Narcissa to be angry; this was her all over and he'd accepted it a long time ago.
She was right though; Draco would love it, even if for the simple fact that Harry would hate it.
Harry sighed and begrudgingly accepted that Draco could have this one win since it was his birthday, but he'd get his own back eventually… maybe.
As he stared up into the ceiling, it occurred to him that he was in Draco's old room and Draco's old things were still sitting exactly where the blonde would have left them. Now Harry had been in Draco's room many times before, but not for years and never alone; he had always been too preoccupied with Draco to care how he kept his room.
Harry sat up with renewed interest and started rifling through his husbands old life; he found empty drawers, an odd piece of clothing here and there, an obscene amount of useless ornaments, a shelf full of books… where was all the good stuff!? Draco was no saint, after six years together – three of them married – Harry knew that much; the boy had kinks! … But where were they?
Harry laughed as he looked again over to Draco's bed. Surely not. He would never do something so clichéd. Would he?
Harry crept carefully over to the bed and glanced back at the bedroom door to make sure he was still alone, before swishing and flicking his wand to take a peek underneath the levitated mattress.
Bingo!
There – in all their glory – was a collection of filthy, uncensored, hardcore wizard porn. There were a hefty number of magazines all displaying unnaturally muscled men showing off impressively sized cocks that made Harry cringe at the thought of being impaled on something that big – cringe and perhaps drool… just a little bit. Harry picked the closest magazine up and flicked through it, he was blushing so hard by the time he reached the end he didn't dare pick up another one; he did, however, resize the entire collection and slip them into his inner jacket pocket.
Satisfied that he had found Draco's secret stash of porn, but still embarrassingly hard, Harry browsed casually through the rest of his husband's things trying to calm down before he had to face Narcissa again. He'd been gone for nearly fifteen minutes now and he was sure she would come to retrieve him soon. As he came to Draco's closet the full length mirror commented on his messy hair, but Harry ignored it and slid open the large door to the impressive wardrobe to step inside. Harry found several sets of dress robes – some sized for a small child that Draco must have worn in his cuter years which Harry thought were adorable – and ordinary day robes, even beautiful muggle wear. He loved the idea that Draco had worn all of these at some stage and couldn't help but run his fingers over many of them as he reflected how Draco would look in each. To his left, his eyes caught sight of a collection of robes that were startlingly familiar – Draco's Slytherin Hogwarts Uniform – it did nothing to quell his arousal, if anything it only made it worse. God, what he would have done to his husband in that school uniform when they were back at Hogwarts! He took one of the school robes off the hanger to admire it and recall that sweet, tight arse swaying in those robes… Urg, why had he not ravaged his lover this morning like he wanted to instead of letting him run off to work!?
"There you are, Harry love!"
Shit.
"Uh, yeah, sorry," Harry said to his mother-in-law, hurriedly trying to return the robes to their hanger and conceal his erection as he did so.
"Oh, no need to apologise," Narcissa laughed. "My baby is your baby, he keeps no secrets from you and his things are yours now too."
"I was just-" Harry stammered. He looked over at Narcissa, still panicked that he'd been caught thinking dirty things about her son, but he calmed upon seeing her amusement. "-remembering," he finished, looking back at the Slytherin robes still in his hands.
"I'm sure you were," she laughed. "Why don't you take that with you? Have some fun."
"Oh, no, I'll just put it back," Harry blushed.
"Harry Malfoy-Potter!" she admonished him. "Don't be silly, you're married now, you have to keep things spicy."
Harry's mouth fell open before he could stop it and he blushed a deep scarlet. "Er – Um-"
"Take the robes, Harry, and get out of here before you have a heart attack," she instructed him affectionately.
Harry just nodded, glad to be given his leave from this embarrassing situation. He clutched the robes tightly and apparated straight out of Draco's room and back to the comfort of his own lounge room.
Harry smiled when he heard the familiar bell announce his entrance into – according to Harry – the best store in Diagon Alley. He knew this store intimately; he'd been the first to see the potential in its dusty floor boards and grimy windows, he'd spend hours in here cleaning up and watching it become the greatest Apocathary London has ever seen!
Draco had still been studying to become a Potions Master underneath Slughorn when Harry had spotted the sad building nearly four years ago; the blonde had been more than reluctant to set up the shop, insisting he was far too inexperienced to run such a place and that it would go under before they had a chance to make any money out of it. Harry had promptly ignored his lover and bought the shop anyway, putting it in his own name stating that it was his gamble not Draco's; he believed in his boyfriend so ardently that he had spent nearly half his fortune on setting up the business and would lose nearly everything if he failed. Fortunately for Harry and his Gringott's vault, Draco had been a raging success; he had thrived in his studies and the running of his business and last year he had officially graduated.
"Hey, Mr. M-P!" Joey, Draco's assistant, greeted him from behind the front desk. Harry had insisted only a million times for the young lad to call him by his first name, but the boy seemed to enjoy the nickname he'd given him and eventually he'd given up.
"Hello, Joey," Harry smiled. "Where's that ruthless boss of yours?"
"He's out the back whipping the slaves," Joey quipped.
Harry laughed. He'd liked the boy straight away when he'd met him on his first day in the shop. "I'll go sneak up on him, shall I?" he winked.
When Harry arrived in the back room he saw Draco hunched over a bubbling cauldron carefully stirring in a dried green powder. He'd stupidly jumped on his lover to surprise him only once after discovering him in a similar position; the potion he'd been working on had exploded covering them both and turning them blue for nearly a week – he wouldn't make that mistake again.
"In exactly thirty seconds I'll require a kiss," Draco said evenly without glancing back at Harry, obviously concentrating on what he was doing.
Harry smiled. "I didn't know you were having an affair with Joey," he teased. "He's only a boy you know, very impressionable, you should be careful with him."
Draco placed the glass stirring rod on the bench next to the cauldron and turned to face his husband. "You cheeky prat," he admonished him. "Come here and stop teasing me!"
Harry never needed much encouragement when it came to Draco and he had crossed the room and enveloped his lover in three quick strides. Harry still enjoyed kissing Draco and thought it second only to snuggling with him – sex, of course, fell into a category all of its own. Harry sweetly sucked on Draco's bottom lip and tasted his familiar flavour, feeling Draco melt into him knowing that he was his perfect match.
"I've missed you today," Harry purred to him after breaking their kiss.
"Not too much, I see," Draco joked as he glanced over the various shopping bags Harry had brought in with him.
"Yes, well, I thought I'd like to tease you with all the presents I've bought for you that you can't have until tomorrow," Harry grinned.
That was actually the truth; he knew it would drive Draco up the wall thinking about what was in those bags and Harry would delight in watching Draco squirm. Draco was one of those naughty people who always peeked at their presents and so Harry had to get rather inventive with his hiding places – often leaving his gifts with Hermione or hiding them upon his person.
"You beast," Draco growled, making a grab for the bags being tightly gripped by his giggling spouse.
"Nah uh-uh," Harry teased. "Tomorrow, Baby."
"Can't I have just one?" Draco begged. "Please, I have so much work to do this afternoon and I'm never going to be able to concentrate if I'm thinking about all my presents."
"Hmm," Harry hummed dramatically. "Well, maybe just one," he said and Draco yipped with excitement. "Although I can't promise that it's going to help you concentrate, it might actually make things worse."
"I don't care!" Draco declared, bouncing to and fro waiting for his present.
"Okay, close your eyes," Harry instructed.
Draco did and he obediently held his hands out in front of him. Harry drew out the tension by rattling all of the bags as he 'searched' for Draco's early gift; Draco fidgeted even more as he heard the noise and Harry had to stifle a laugh.
"Okay, open your eyes!" Harry said, finally deciding he'd tortured his husband enough.
Draco frowned at first since his hands were suspiciously empty, but he opened his eyes to see his early birthday present dangling in front of him on the end of Harry's index finger.
"You wicked, wicked man," Draco grinned as he snatched the tiny black satin thong from Harry to examine it. "Wait, these aren't new!" he exclaimed as he looked the tiny knickers over.
"I know," Harry smiled. "I bought them yesterday; I've been wearing them all day for you so you'd have something to get you excited for me tonight."
Draco's face flushed with lust as he pulled Harry back into another embrace, kissing him deeply before pulling away and nibbling on his neck. Harry knew if it wasn't for Joey sitting innocently out the front Draco would have taken him right there in the back room as he had done many times before.
"I better go," Harry wisely suggested, panting through his excitement. "Tonight, okay babe?"
Draco nodded; still red in the face and still adjusting the front of his robes. Harry grabbed his things and with a cheeky smile from Joey left the shop and began to make his way back home.
When Harry arrived at Hermione and Ron's flat later that afternoon, he found Hermione sitting on her knees in front of the fireplace trying very hard not to yell at a fire image of Horace Slughorn.
"I can't believe this," Hermione hissed through gritted teeth. "And you've known all week, didn't you think it might be something I should know about!?"
Harry stepped noisily into Hermione's kitchen to alert her to his presence. Her face snapped up to see his questioning look and she quickly turned back to her floo call.
"Thank you," she said tightly, but trying to sound polite, "for trying to organise this for me. Next time, if things fall through, I'd appreciate it if you notified me as soon as possible."
"Yes, well, like I said, Hermione, you can't help these things," Slughorn said uncomfortably, obviously trying to placate the brunette in front of him.
"I have to go Professor, I have a visitor," she told him shortly before pulling her head out from the fireplace and ending the call.
"Hey," Harry greeted her with a small smile. "Is everything alright?"
Hermione sighed heavily, clearly everything wasn't alright. "Not exactly," she answered, her voice quivering slightly.
"Is it about the party? Because if it is, it doesn't matter," Harry said softly, trying to reassure her. "You don't need to get upset about anything, whatever it is, I'll fix it. You don't have to worry about anything."
"No, it's not that," she said, her voice cracking slightly. "Well, it is, but it's more than that. I can't think about it right now though, can we just concentrate on the party?"
"You always tell me I need to talk about things," he reminded her gently.
"I will, I promise," she huffed. "I just can't right now. Let's just sort out this party; I need something else to focus on while I process everything."
Harry frowned, unhappy about letting his friend shoulder the full weight of her worries, but he dutifully obliged her. "Alright, what's the situation?"
She smiled briefly at his compliance and then sighed again. "I'm so sorry, Harry," she said. "Slughorn had organised everything for me with the students who were going to serve the food, but he didn't check with McGonagall and now she won't allow it."
"You didn't check with McGonagall?" Harry gaped, surprised at such a lapse in judgement on Hermione's part; she was usually so thorough.
"I know, it was a stupid mistake, I'm sorry," she sniffed; she looked as though she was about to cry. "I've ruined everything!"
"Hermione, what is going on?" Harry pressed her again, gently touching her arm. This was obviously serious and she wasn't coping with it very well.
"Nothing, it's nothing," she said quickly waving away his concern. "I've just had lots on my mind and I just didn't think about telling McGonagall. Oh, Harry! What are we going to do? The party is tomorrow night!"
"What's been going on?" Harry asked seriously. "Are you guys in some kind of trouble? Do you need money? Ron hasn't said anything to me!"
"Ron doesn't know yet! That's why I can't tell you, I need to tell him first," Hermione told him, wiping tears away from her eyes. She smiled at Harry's horrified expression. "Don't look at me like that Harry James! It's not the end of the world!"
"It's just been a while since I've seen you cry," he admitted softly.
"Yes, well, the war toughened a lot of us up, didn't it?" she said bitterly. "Alright, what are we going to do about the waiters?" she asked in her most down-to-business voice and, for a brief time, her troubles were forgotten.
Harry and Hermione made several floo calls that evening to anybody they thought might be able to help, or might know somebody else who might be able to help. They called all the listed party planning businesses, the caterers they'd hired, as well as ones they didn't, to see if they could provide any leads as to where they might find suitable staff with such short notice. The two of them and Ron, when he arrived home from visiting his parents, worked late into the night, so late in fact, that when Harry finally allowed himself to relax – after they had pieced together a very mismatched group of servers – he realised he'd completely missed his promised raunchy evening with Draco.
Harry crept guiltily into the house, knowing that there was going to be consequences for his absence – particularly after getting Draco riled up with those skimpy black knickers.
He was well aware that Draco would have flung himself into the house, expecting Harry to be waiting there for him in another genuinely tiny thong which barely concealed his cock. When he didn't find him there, Draco would have searched the house thinking Harry was waiting somewhere else for him, like the bedroom, or the bathroom with a warm bubble bath and a dangerous amount of lit candles. And then – after all those ruined hopes and expectations – Draco would have had many, many hours to imagine how he was going to punish Harry for this oversight.
He was in so much trouble.
He knew he may as well face his undoubtedly angry husband and get it over with; he would have heard the fire flare up upon his arrival, so he would know he was home already. Harry walked through the dining room and into the lounge where he knew Draco would be waiting for him; the room was dark for dramatic effect.
"What time is it, Harry?" Draco asked calmly through the darkness as Harry's silhouette darkened the lounge room entry way.
Harry waved his wand and the room lit up to reveal Draco sitting in his favourite chair with a familiar piece of small black satin dangling of the end of his finger, much the way Harry had presented it to Draco only hours before. "Um, it's just after nine o'clock," Harry said apprehensively; Draco was definitely annoyed and he was preparing for quite a performance.
"Right," Draco nodded sarcastically. "And what time do I have to be in the shop tomorrow?"
"Well, you have to open tomorrow since Joey did it today, so that means half six, right?" Harry replied, knowing he was walking right into Draco's set trap; he didn't mind though, whatever Draco felt like he needed to do to pay him back was fine, he'd endure it.
"And that means I have to go to bed at…?"
"About ten," Harry answered, trying not to smile; he loved it when Draco got like this.
Harry and Draco were never destined to have a smooth, easy relationship, but they both knew that going in. They were madly in love, no question, but their natural competitiveness and instinct to tease and fire up each other up didn't fade just because they fell in love. Draco loved drama in his life and he was known to frequently escalate a situation to include an unnecessary amount of it. So, while Harry knew Draco was pissed off, he also knew that his husband could never stay angry with him for very long. The worst fight they'd had, when Harry had promised to meet Draco for lunch and, after a crisis at work, completely forgot, Draco ignored him for two hours before he would stay in the room long enough to hear, and begrudgingly accept, Harry's sincere apology.
"Which is in..?" Draco asked dangerously, almost daring Harry to give him an answer he didn't like.
"Forty-five minutes," Harry said biting his lip, suppressing his grin; he knew where this was going.
They didn't have sex everyday like some couples did – Hermione and Ron, for example – the way they made love wouldn't allow that kind of frequency, but they would tangle themselves together for hours, two or three times a week. They let themselves drown in their senses as they took in the feel, smell, taste and sight of each other's nakedness, and delighted in the sound of the moans they could extract from one another; it made Harry hard just thinking about it.
"When was the last time we had sex in less than forty-five minutes?" Draco growled as though he could see Harry trying not to smile.
"That would be the quickie we had in the closet at Ron and Hermione's wedding," Harry replied, openly grinning at the memory. Hermione and Ron were newlyweds, married only eight months ago.
Draco, however, was too annoyed to smile, even at such a pleasing recollection; if Harry had to guess, he would say Draco had a bad afternoon and missing out on his promised sexual release was just the icing on the cake of a really shitty day.
"Laugh all you like, Potter," Draco growled, using his last name as he did when he was angry. "Do you know what it was like to have been given the skimpiest pair of knickers I've ever seen and have them smell like you, and to be promised that at the end of the day I would get to taste the cock that warmed them, only to find the house cold and empty when I arrived?"
"I'm sorry, Baby," Harry replied pulling Draco into a hug; his husband softened immediately into his embrace.
"Oh you will be, Lover," he purred sounding amused, but Harry knew he wasn't joking.
Harry smiled into Draco's neck as he kissed him softly. "Come on then, let's get you to bed," he said. "Am I in so much trouble that I won't get snuggles tonight?"
"I don't think you could ever be in that much trouble," Draco sighed, slipping his arm around Harry's waist as they walked to their bedroom. "I'd snuggle with you while I yelled at you," he laughed.
"You know, I think you actually have," Harry chuckled; they made their way along the corridor bumping the walls with their shoulders as they refused to release their hold on each other. "Aren't you even going to ask what happened?" he said as they reached their bedroom door. "What if I'd be run over by a truck?"
"I know what happened," Draco growled lightly, letting go of Harry's waist and stepping into their room. "You were out organising this ridiculous party that I don't even want!" he snapped as he yanked Harry into their room by his arm and slammed the door shut behind them.
End Part 1!
I couldn't not end it that way, so as a side note, they don't have sex that night!
Tune in tomorrow for Part 2 and don't forget to review, even if its just to wish Lex a Happy Birthday! She will be reading all of the reviews.
Much love xo