Unfinished Business: Only the Beginning

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Pleasure before Business

The Great Hall had been one of the first rooms within Hogwarts to be rebuilt. Even without its use as a battlefield and then later an infirmary, it was one of the few places everyone was familiar with. However, it was also one of the hardest to repair. Besides mending the walls and putting the tables back where they belonged, it was the enchanted ceiling that had most people scratching their heads. However, with McGonagall, the new Headmistress, and Hermione's help, they had found the right spell to restore the whimsical room.

As Harry Potter sat down at the Gryffindor table with his friends, eating breakfast with the rest of people staying to fix the school, McGonagall stood up from her seat at the Head table.

The hall immediately fell silent.

"It pleases me that our once beloved school is finally back to its former glory, as I'm sure most of you feel the same way," McGonagall said as she held a goblet in her hand. "I would just like to thank everyone who sacrificed their summers to help in the rebuild. You are all welcomed to stay within the castle until the new school year. Just like how the castle is now restored, I hope this will mark a new beginning to all of your lives," she said before raising her drink.

Everyone raised their glass and cheered, knowing that with Voldemort finally gone, they could all finally heal and get their lives back to normal.

"Now, I would like to give the floor to Auror Gawain Robards," she said before sitting down.

Gawain Robards, the current Head Auror stood up from his seat at the Head table. Harry and Ron were quickly on alert.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he called out. "After a long discussion, the other Aurors and I have made a decision. Anyone of age, who helped during the war, can bypass the normal Auror qualification and jump straight into training," the man said as he looked down at the teenagers before him.

Internally, the current Head Auror shook his head at the relieved looks of the faces of the teens before him. To his eyes, they were still children, most on the cusp of their self-discovery. To his mind, however, he couldn't help but applaud these youngsters. For even though they were young, they were bright, and they were courageous. And even though they had been faced with death, against Voldemort himself, they had not backed down.

Besides Harry Potter, Robards was particularly interested in Neville Longbottom. Even though his parents had been Aurors, seeing him now, the boy didn't look like much. But Robards had been at the battle. He saw the courage the boy before him showed when coming face to face with the very man responsible for his parents' current situation.

"Training will begin the first of September at the Ministry of Magic. For those interested, please be there by noon."

With that, Robards sat back down to continue his breakfast as the hall erupted with chatter.

"This is excellent," Ron was the first to comment, his mouth full of eggs. "I thought I would have to come back to school," he grimaced.

"Coming back to Hogwarts to finish your education isn't so bad, Ron," Hermione said, a grimace on her own face at the way Ron was eating. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Of course you are. You love learning. But Harry, Neville and I are eager to start our Auror careers."

"Neville, you want to be an Auror as well?" Hermione asked as she turned to the aforementioned teen.

"It was between that or becoming a teacher. But you need high NEWTS for that as well and I missed mine," Neville explained. "Besides, I want to help capture the Death Eaters that managed to get away."

The three friends turned to each other. Among those that had fled after Voldemort's defeat was the younger Lestrange brother, Rabastan Lestrange. The three of them had seen the way the news of his escape had effected Neville. They guessed that it was this particular Death Eater that their friend wanted to capture the most.

Once again, Harry found himself wondering the halls of Hogwarts alone. Dinner had been served a few hours ago. It was well after dark and everyone had retired for the day, either going home or to their respected houses. Harry had been surprised with how long it had taken to rebuild the school.

In the beginning, Harry had assumed that rebuilding the school would be a quick process, considering the amount of wizards wanting to help. But that was before the first day, before he realized that constant use of magic wasn't exactly good for you and a need for rest was inevitable. That and the fact that people had lives to live.

After the war, Ron and his family had buried and then mourned Fred. Harry and Hermione had been there as well, supporting their friend and mourning alongside their second family. After that, Hermione had gone in search of her parents. It took no time at all to find them with Harry and Ron by her side. But restoring the Grangers' memories and then trying to explain to them why she had sent them away in the first place had taken longer than they had planned. When the three of them had finally returned to the wizarding world, Harry had gone to defend the Malfoys at their trial, with Ron and Hermione there to support him. Through it all, they were always together, finding support in each other. And they wouldn't have it any other way.

When all of that had been over with, the trio had returned to Hogwarts to find it exactly as they had left it. Reaching into his pocket, Harry had activated his coin. Within minutes Dean, Seamus, Neville, Luna and other people from Dumbledore's Army showed up. They all looked around with saddened eyes, wondering how it had taken them so long to come back here.

Unfortunately, rebuilding the school hadn't been a priority for them. They all had lives and were starting to move on. But this was the place where everything had begun, and for some … ended. They couldn't just let it stay that way.

When they had walked through the doors and into the Great Hall, they had found McGonagall standing there with a sad smile on her face, reassuring them that since the Death Eater trails were finally over, others would be coming to help. Harry had sighed then, knowing that the school would be in good hands. It had taken a few weeks, since most of the damage was done with dark magic, but they finally managed to rebuild the school.

As Harry rounded the corner, lost in his own thoughts, he found himself suddenly pulled into one of the unused rooms.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked as he saw the Slytherin looking down at him.

"A repeat of yesterday would be nice," the blonde said as he trailed a finger down Potter's chest.

"Sorry, I just got out of a relationship. I don't need to end up in another one, especially one with you," Harry said, slapping the other wizard's hand away.

"Who said anything about a relationship? I'm only looking to get off. With my friends all hooking up, I'm left with no one to relieve me."

"Such a shame," Harry said with no real remorse as he made to leave.

"It was until I realized that you're in the same boat as I am," Draco said, stopping Potter from leaving by putting his hand on the savior's chest. "I know you liked what we did last night," he whispered in Potter's ear. "Why not help each other out?"

"There are many reason," Harry said, turning his head to the other teen in irritation, though he didn't stop the blonde from trailing a hand underneath his shirt. "Ron and Hermione for one. If they ever found out -"

"Who says they have to find out? I'm very good at keeping secrets. Besides, I have a reputation to uphold myself, and people finding out that I'm fucking the savior of the wizarding world really doesn't suite the low profile life I'm going for."

"Draco Malfoy... Low profile... Give me a break," Harry scoffed.

"Well my family isn't exactly overflowing with popularity at the moment, now are they?"

"True..." Harry admitted before he seemed to be thinking over Malfoy's proposal.

"Don't hurt yourself," the blonde gibed, unable to help himself, as he walked behind Harry and started caressing his stomach.

"It would just be sex?" Harry asked, unable to ignore the delightful chill that coursed through his veins as the blonde's hand inched higher.

"Absolutely," Draco said, his voice a little huskier than he would have liked.

"No relationship induced emotions?"

"None whatsoever. We get in ... get off ... get out," the blonde said before he was met with another pause.

"Okay," Harry agreed simply.

"Really?" Draco asked, a little surprised the other teen agreed so quickly.

"Sure. I've got nothing better to do," Harry shrugged before he turned to the blonde with piercing green eyes. "But the moment my friends find out, it's over. I will not lose them because of you," he added sternly.

"My sentiments exactly," the blonde said in agreement before holding out his hand. "Shall we shake on it?"

"I've got a better idea," the Gryffindor said, staring at the offered hand for a moment before moving closer to the blonde and suddenly unzipping his pants.

"What? You want to do it here?" Draco asked even as his pants fell to the floor. "Now?"

"Are you objecting?" Harry asked, an eyebrow arched, as he grasped onto Malfoy's awakening member.

"Not at all," the blonde breathed heavily as Potter slowly stroked him.

"Good," Harry smiled before suddenly dropping to his knees.

Draco gasped out and had to brace himself up against the wall when Potter suddenly engulfed his cock. Apparently, he wasn't the only one aching for a repeat of last night.

Research.

If there was one thing Hermione was good at, it was doing research. It was how she managed to keep her friends and herself alive for the past seven years. That was why, when everyone had come together to help rebuild the school, one of the first rooms she had insisted on being restored was the library.

She felt most at home here, among the tomes that had helped to keep her safe in a world that she was thrusted into, the world that she had come to love. That was why it was of no surprise to Ron when he found her sitting in the darkened room, candles surrounding her, while she sat at her favorite table in the library.

"Hermione, we need to talk," the red-head said as he sat down beside her.

"So much so that you would come into the library at night? This must be important," Hermione smiled good-naturedly.

"I'm serious," Ron said, unlike his usually humorous self. "There's something important I need to talk to you about."

That got Hermione's attention and she leaned into the redhead.

"Does this have anything to do with what's happening with Harry?" Hermione asked, her demeanour stiffening.

"No," Ron shook his head before doing a double take. "Wait, what's happening with Harry?"

"You mean you haven't noticed?" Hermione asked. "Harry's having nightmares again."

"A lot of people are, Hermione," Ron said in all seriousness. "It was war."

"Exactly," Hermione said as if Ron had made her point. "And what happens to people because of war. The ones that are still alive that is."

"They … grieve…," the red-head said unsurely.

"For some," Hermione said sadly. "But others do more than that. Others develop PTSD."

"What's that?"

"A Muggle thing apparently," Hermione sighed as she closed the book she had been reading. "It stands for Posttraumatic stress disorder, and I think Harry has it. He's had symptoms since after Cedric died. It only got worse when Sirius died the next year, and then when Dumbledore died the year after that. Every time someone close to Harry dies, he gets worse and worse."

"I don't think he was that close to Cedric," Ron said, thinking one it.

"Liability wise. It's why he left us behind when he went off to go face Voldemort. He didn't want anyone else to die because of him. He already blames himself for everyone that's died already, he has nightmares about them when he actually manages to go to sleep, and every time I try to talk to him about it, he just brushes me off. These are some of the symptom of PTSD. I tried to look up the wizarding world's equivalent but the closest thing wizards have is something call an obscurial. But those that turn into that usually die young, like prepubescent young."

"So how do we help him?"

"I don't know. He won't talk to anyone about it. I thought with Voldemort dead, it would have helped. Like the prophecy said; neither can live while the other survives. I had hoped it meant that Harry could be happy with Voldemort finally gone. But when he ended things with Ginny and started roaming the halls late at night instead of sleeping, it got me worried."

"I don't think you have anything to worry about. I sleep next to Harry most days. Though he did have nightmeres in the beginning, I think it's stopped now."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. Maybe he's just contemplating life as an immortal," Ron offered with a knowing nod of his head.

"What?" Hermione asked after a confused second.

"You're not the only one interested with the prophecy. When Harry had all of the Deathly Hallows in his possession at once, he became the Master of Death, able to go between life and death as he pleased."

"Dumbledore also possessed all of the Deathly Hallows," Hermione countered, "and he never came back."

"Yeah, but he never possessed them all at the same time. Harry had his father's cloak when Dumbledore had the stone and the wand. Besides, how many people can say they died and came back to life?"

"One very well-known person comes to mind," she said blandly, rolling her eyes when Ron gave her an interested look. "What do you think Easter's about?" Hermione asked. "And don't say finding chocolate," she added when a sparkle appeared in the red-head's eyes.

"Anyway," Ron said, shaking his head of that train of thought. "The prophecy clearly states; either must die at the hand of the other. So only Harry could kill Voldemort or vice versa."

"So you think that since Voldemort is dead, no one is left that can kill Harry?" Hermione said skeptically. When Ron put his finger one his nose in triumph, Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes again. "Have you told Harry about your little theory?"

"I never said that it was my theory," Ron shook his head with a smile, hinting at whose it was.

Sighing again, Hermione arose from her seat, her book in her hand, before Ron suddenly grabbed at her.

"Wait," he said urgently, suddenly serious again. "That's not what I wanted to talk to you about."

"What was it then?"

"It's about … us…"

Harry pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the side, and straddled Draco's legs, who was now sitting on a couch he had configured. After stroking the blonde's length a few times, electing delicious moans from the blonde, Harry ease the teen's cock into him.

"Shit that's good," Draco breathed out as he pulled Potter all the way down on him. After giving Draco what was undoubtedly the best blowjob he had ever had, though he would never tell the saviour that, the blonde had decided to repay the favour in lieu of their recent arrangement. "Now ride me."

Harry obeyed without thought and gripped onto Draco's shoulders for leverage before he began to move. As Draco's length moved in and out, the blonde grasped onto Harry's neglected member.

"Fuck," Harry said as he suddenly stopped, closing his eyes as the pleasure washed over him.

"The more you give me, the more I'll give you, so I suggest you move," Draco said hoarsely when he stopped his movements.

Tucking his feet underneath his legs and against the blonde's thighs, Harry began to move again. He moved up and down, going faster and deeper with each thrust, and like the Slytherin had said, the more Harry moved his hips, the more the blonde moved his hand. When he slammed onto Malfoy's cock at just the right angle, Harry's world exploded as his sweet spot was hit. After hitting it again and again with an eagerness he never knew he had, Harry suddenly came, covering himself and the blonde's chest with his essence. As he rode out his euphoria, his head resting against the blonde's shoulder, Malfoy took over.

Close to his own release, Draco milked the Gryffindor to completion. Then he grabbed onto the saviour's hips and started pulling him up and down on his cock. When his own orgasm hit, it was so explosive that his fingers dug into Potter's waist, undoubtedly leaving marks.

"I think that was much better than a handshake," Draco panted as he rested his forehead against the back of the couch.

Harry chuckled.

"Now that our agreement has been sealed with a quick shag," Draco said as Potter eased himself up off the blonde. "We should hammer out some of the details of our little arrangement," he said before pulling his wand out of his pants pocket and performing a quick cleaning spell on the both of them.

Harry arched a brow at the blonde's choice of words, but said nothing. Instead, he turned to search out his clothes that had been kicked to the side.

"We need to find a place to go when we're in search of … a little release," Draco continued, zipping up his pants before grabbing his robes off the floor.

"You mean doing it in random classrooms isn't good enough for you?" Harry cheekily asked as he pulled on his clothes.

"Hardly," Draco scoffed, "unless you get off on the possibility of getting caught when the school reopens."

"Definitely not."

"Then?"

After a moment in thought, Harry pulled on his robes before facing the blonde again.

"Meet me here tomorrow during dinner," he said as an idea struck him.

Without another word, Harry left the room.

After lunch the next day, Harry found himself by Ron's side once again. Now that the school was finally rebuilt, they could enjoy the time they had lost while on the run. But even though the work was done, in a few weeks' time they would be starting their Auror training. With a new chapter in their lives within their sights, the two teens felt the need to unwind a little bit. So with Hogwarts brooms in hand, they were on an imperative mission to relieve themselves of some of their stress.

It had been Ron's idea, thinking that it was about time they did something that wasn't a reminder of the war. The Quidditch field hadn't been touched during the Death Eater invasion since it was all the way on the other side of the school. That was why it was the perfect place to let off some steam.

The moment Harry kick off into the air, he knew Ron had gotten the right idea. Feeling the rush of the wind against his face, suddenly the world didn't seem as dark as it had a few minutes ago.

"Feeling better?" Ron shouted with a smile on his face.

"Much," Harry called back, his whole body suddenly relaxed.

"How about we take a few laps around the field?" Ron asked before receiving a nod from his best friend.

They took several laps around the field, going a little faster with each pass. Soon, they were joined by others also looking to unwind. In no time at all, they had enough people to even start a little Quidditch game. It was the most fun Harry found himself having in a long time. By the time they had called it quits, it was already starting to get dark.

"It wasn't much of a match with us on the same team," Ron had boasted. "With nothing getting past me and you as the Seeker, it was no surprise we won really."

"Maybe we should be on different teams next time," Harry said with a thoughtful look, "to even out the playing field."

Both of them seemed to be thinking on the suggestion before they shook their heads in jest. After putting the brooms away in the shed, Ron suggested they head to the kitchens and grab themselves something to eat before heading to dinner. After declining the request with a chuckle, Ron entered the castle while Harry headed for the change rooms.

Once inside, Harry quickly discarded his clothes and headed for one of the showers. When he stepped inside, turned on the hot water and let it beat against his skin, Harry sighed. Even though flying with Ron had brought back a little bit of himself, he still felt emotionally exhausted.

Every time he closed his eyes, or had a moments' peace, he would see the bodies of people whose lives had been snuffed out because he hadn't been fast enough. Remus, Tonks, Fred, Lavender Brown, Colin Creevey and so many more.

Teddy was now an orphan like him. Harry was only comforted in knowing that Teddy would be surrounded by people who loved him. The Weasley's had lost a son and brother, and George had lost a major part of himself. Even though he was there for the rebuild, the mischievousness he was known for was nowhere to be found. It had made the world seem too real to bear. Pavarti had lost her best friend, and the Brown family their daughter. Harry didn't know what he would do if he had lost Ron or Hermione. Dennis will never see his brother's enthusiastic face again. But the thought of the eldest Creevey only made Harry mad. What had he even been doing at the castle? He was Muggle-born and shouldn't have been at Hogwarts in the first place.

As Harry lost himself in that mental battle, an arm suddenly wrapped around his waist and he stiffened.

"Care for some company?" A husky voice whispered in his ear.

Harry shivered at the sound of Malfoy's voice. Yes. He needed this. He needed something to distract the voices in his head.

"Since I saw you coming in here alone, I decided that now was a good a time as any to have our little meeting."

"Eager, are we?" Harry mocked when he felt the blonde's hardened length rub against his backside.

"Let's just say that spending time with my lovey-dovey friends was starting to sicken me," Draco said as he trailed his hands along Potter's thighs. "Besides, you don't seem to be complaining."

Indeed. Harry was far from complaining. He moaned as Malfoy nibbled at the back of his neck, and his legs felt weak as the blonde suddenly inserted a finger inside him. Wasting no time, Malfoy started stretching him, the water from the shower helping to ease his fingers inside.

"Yes, right there," Harry panted, pumping his awakened length, when the blonde found his sweet spot.

Uncaring if he had stretched Potter enough, Draco removed his fingers with eagerness. The water from the shower had been pounding on his length and he needed it inside the saviour now. With the water moistening his length, he thrusted his hardened cock inside with one swift push.

Harry had to brace himself with one arm at the force of it while his free hand pumped his leaking member. It felt so good having the blonde thrust into him that his knees were beginning to shake. If Harry had known sex could be this good, he wouldn't have spent all of his energy fighting with the blonde. Instead, they could have been doing much more enjoyable things over the years.

"Oh fuck me," Harry moaned out as Malfoy started pounding into his sweet spot.

Before Harry knew it, he was seeing stars as he came against the wall before him. He came so suddenly and so forcefully that his body shook and his legs almost buckled. Draco gripped onto his waist, holding him in place as the saviour rode out his orgasm. The blonde continued thrusting into Harry, feeling his own release approaching. After several good thrusts, the blonde finally found his own release, spilling himself inside Harry once again.

"Fuck, that never gets old," the blonde panted, letting his arms fall to the side. "But now that that's out of the way, let's get down to business."

End of Chapter: Pleasure before Business