A/n: I don't have notes bc I didn't update a week later like I said, more like three. Sorry guys. Anyway, here it is!
Summary: Harry gave everything he had to the wizarding world. His family, his youth and his life. It was saved, wasn't it? When would his curse be broken?
Warnings: Slash. Dark themes. Eyyy.
A/u DracoxHarry Slash. I don't own Harry Potter, or the world. If I did well.. doesn't good guy smug Draco sound real sexy?
"Well I know there can come fire from the sky to refine the purest of kings; and even though I know this fire brings me pain. Make it rain, down low." - Ed Sheeran, Make it Rain
Draco let out a shaky breath and gripped the wall next to him for support, his arm weak and shaking and he collapsed against the wall closing his eyes to gather himself.
"Drake?" Harry's voice called from the other room, sounding distracted.
"Yea?" Draco called back, clearing his throat and standing up right.
"You almost dressed?"
Draco fastened his jeans, and looked towards the door. He could hear Harry coming towards him and hurried to the bathroom leaving the door half shut, "almost," Draco answered and looked at himself in the mirror pressing his wand to his cheek and cleaning up the stubble that was dusting his skin, "can't rush perfection Potter."
Harry pushed the door open, smirking playfully at his boyfriend, and watched as Draco's eyes met his, "well, c'mon hero, we have a date."
Draco laughed, shaking his head and pulled his hair back with a silver ribbon rather carelessly, "must you insist on mocking me, Potter?"
Harry raised an eyebrow, frowning slightly and stepped into the bathroom, "mocking you? Dray..." He reached out and cupped the blonde's cheek, "I'm not mocking you, baby, you're every bit the hero you deserve and I'm just making sure you don't forget it this time."
"This time?" Draco questioned, and gave Harry's hand a small nuzzle then he stepped around Harry fighting back the struggle it was taking to move. To breath. To live. He picked up the shirt Harry had given him from the bed, and looked at it properly, "really?"
"It's not wrong." Harry chuckled, and watched as Draco put the shirt back down and walked over to their shared closet and pulled out a sweater, pulling it over his undershirt, "are you ready?"
"I'm ready," Draco answered, adjusting the sweater and turning towards the door, "wouldn't want Hermione and Weasley thinking I'm standing them up would I?"
"Yes, of course, couldn't have that." Harry's laugh followed as he walked behind Draco, the blonde was holding open a canister for Harry, "oh the hero can't get his hands dirty?"
Draco held back the groan - barely, "no, the Malfoy can't get his hands dirty. Hurry up Potter!" Harry stepped into the enlarged fireplace next to Draco, taking a handful of the powder and threw it down sending the two to Hermione and Ron's house.
"Finally!" Hermione screeched, "we were just about to leave you two."
"I wasn't," Ron smiled at the two boys as they climbed out of the fireplace, Draco using his wand to rid himself of the soot and correct his hair before giving a smile in return, "I see you didn't like the shirt, Draco?"
Draco chuckled, and walked towards Hermione, "sorry we're late, Potter was being insufferable this morning." Harry laughed loudly, shaking his head behind them following the two chatting as they left to head to the port-key.
Hermione looked at Draco with a raised brow, "you feeling okay, Draco?"
"Splendid, why?"
Hermione looked behind her to see Harry and Ron already deep in conversation about the game, "ju... It's in your eyes."
Draco gave a small sigh, and shrugged, "just sore a little longer than I thought."
"Did you tell him?"
"No."
Hermione closed her eyes, nodding, "I won't say anything, as long as you promise you will treat yourself seriously."
"I promise," Draco reached out and took her shoulder, "now, c'mon, we have the boys to indulge."
And, indulge they did. Harry was drunkenly dancing around the over sized tent and Ron was drunkenly laying on the table screaming some song. Hermione laughed shaking her head at her best friend and husband yelping when she was swept up by dancing Harry, Draco was smiling at the two sitting towards the back of the tent with a few of their friends from the ministry they had run into.
Another few couples were up dancing around with them, all far too drunk to safely apperate home so Hermione and Ron had graciously offered their tent as refugee to others. Finally Hermione eased away from Harry and was scooped up by Ron who was pressing his lips all over Hermione's now flushed neck and shoulders.
Harry was boogieing over to Draco, shimming his hips and laughing in a way Draco had yet to see within the last 6 months. "Dance with me, Dray?"
"I don't think so, not tonight Harry." He smiled and reached out taking the brunette by the hips and pulling him down to his lap.
"Why not baby?" Harry asked, easing into his lap. Draco wrapped his arms around him tightly, closing his eyes and laying his cheek against the top of his head.
"Let me hold you," Draco answered, speaking quietly and Harry settled back against the blonde's chest shutting his own eyes and doing just that.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine, my body is a little sore. I had a busy day today."
"We can go home whenever you want, Dray."
Draco hummed, "you're having fun with your friends, Potter, no need to rush."
Harry turned slightly, smiling and leaned down pressing his lips to Draco's, "maybe I want to have some other type of fun." He wiggled his eye brows suggestively and Draco chuckled, tilting his head to the side as if to say, 'is that so?', "it's been a long time since I've felt you on top of me."
"You're a bit drunk, Harry Potter, I don't think that is acceptable."
"Tell me about it?"
Draco smirked, and ran his hand through Harry's hair tracing his lips with his thumb, "I forgot how absolutely dirty drunk Harry is."
"See?" Harry suggested, already hard under his pants. "I need you Draco."
Draco leaned forward and kissed him softly before giving him a small push, "go say good bye."
Harry hurried to his feet, flushed and unbalanced as he stumbled towards Hermione placing a kiss on her lips and then throwing his arms around various friends, Draco was waiting for him just outside the entrance with his jacket and once Harry was out he threw it around him, "we'll have to go in two travels," he explained holding onto Harry tightly and then he was gone, stopping a moment before going again and landing on the steps of their house.
Draco unlocked the door with his wand and pushed it open, helping Harry inside. "Go up there, I'll get you a potion and be straight up." Draco whispered against his ear and Harry nodded, almost shyly making his way up to their room, Draco took the three small stairs down to the basement and opened his cupboard getting a sobering potion, along with a pain potion for himself. He tired not to use them often but it wasn't bearable - the amount of pain he was feeling for not being able to rest much today.
He took a deep breath and downed the whole thing in a gulp, by the time he was upstairs he felt a bit light headed but better. He peeked into the bedroom and saw Harry laying on the bed, winking at Draco and naked. "You already got undressed?"
"I'm a step ahead of you, baby."
Draco smiled, stepping forward and shutting the door, "drink this, Potter, or I won't be getting undressed at all."
Harry giggled, climbing up to his knees and grabbed the potion from Draco before downing it in one go. "Mm, your turn now Dray!" Draco chuckled and unbuttoned the two buttons from his pullover, and slipped it off and over his head setting it on the edge of the bed before unfastening his belt. Harry was setting back on his legs, watching with a wide smile.
Draco tilted his head, grinning quietly back before pushing his jeans down and exposing most of himself he reached out grabbing Harry's arm and rubbing his cool hands over the muscles, "you're so fit, y'know?" Harry smiled, his hands gripping Draco's hips tightly and gave him a small tug closer pressing his palm against Draco's skin pushing up to pull his shirt off but the blonde stopped his hands, giving him a head shake, "lay back, Harry," he whispered, his voice was quiet and rough.
Harry did just that, he laid back on the bed, still sobering up but he was almost there. Draco followed him, climbing over the brunette, he pressed his lips to his cheek and down his neck nibbling on the tight skin his tongue lashed out flicking against the teeth marks. One hand was sliding down Harry's stomach, the other was gripping his hip tightly. He stroked Harry's length slowly, when he got down to it, and watched with a smile the way Harry arched off the bed. "It's been so long," he breathed out at Draco his head falling back with a moan.
Draco chuckled to himself, leaning down to pull Harry into a kiss.
Draco woke with a groan, shaking his head at the light that was shinning through the window he could hear Harry from the door half whispering and speaking way too quickly, then he heard silence and peeked an eye open to see a disgruntled Harry shutting the door behind him. "Oh!"
Draco pushed up off the bed, propping himself up, "yes?"
Harry furrowed his brow, "well... good morning?" He hurried across the room, carrying a tray of breakfast food to Draco, "are you okay?"
"I mean... I just woke up," Draco started and pushed the covers back.
"I know, good morning baby." Harry smiled and leaned forward kissing his shoulder, "I made breakfast."
"I see that," Draco answered and gave a small smile before getting up, "I'll be right back." He added after cupping Harry's cheek and then hurried to the bathroom, Harry looked after him frowning as he sat back. He missed when Draco had got dressed last night, because he had passed out before Draco even finished prepping him. He sat back on the bed, holding the tray of food and forced his smile back in place as soon as Draco opened the bathroom door.
"I made all your favorites!" Harry exclaimed, grinning at his boyfriend.
Draco chuckled, and walked back to the bed sitting next to Harry, "what is all of this for, Potter?"
"I wanted to say sorry," he shrugged and nudged the tray towards the other.
"For?"
Harry flushed, "well, I mean for last night.. mostly." He frowned, "I didn't realize how drunk I was."
The blonde chuckled and picked up the fork, getting some of the eggs on it then he turned towards Harry, "open up." Harry lifted a brow but did, taking the bite and watching Draco curiously, "it's honestly ok, Potter, there will be other nights."
"Are you okay?" Harry asked after swallowing, reaching out to stop the second forkful that was coming for him.
"I am still a little sore," Draco smiled and nudged the second forkful for him, "better eat."
"I already did," Harry answered, "you need to eat, I get to take you to the doctor today."
"Today?" Draco asked and picked up a piece of the plain toast, taking a bite, "I thought you had the quidditch meeting?"
Harry blinked, "oh I forgot about that! I'll just reschedule it."
"No," Draco shook his head, "I'll go to the doctor and you'll go to your meeting and how about we meet for dinner tonight?"
Harry smiled, a real one, and grabbed his wand waving it so the food disappeared because it was painfully obvious that Draco wasn't going to eat, "are you asking me on a date, Draco Malfoy?"
"Do you want to go on a date Harry Potter?" Draco smirked, lifting his eyebrow.
"I'd love to," Harry laughed, "I don't think we've ever been on a date before." He mused and reached out, stroking Draco's long blonde-white hair.
He rolled his eyes and stood up, "we've gone on dates before."
"No, I don't think we have." Harry watched him, standing as well before going to change. Draco hurried to grab his clothing and was out of the room before he heard the water running. He walked quickly down to his basement where his curatives were, buttoning his jeans as walked to get another pain potion - it was going to be a long day.
"Harry," Draco said by way greeting, standing up as Harry was shown to his table. Harry reached out, wrapping him in a hug which seemed to last a moment longer than needed and Draco kissed his cheek before stepping back and pushing his chair out for him. Harry sat down next to him, before Draco followed suite taking his seat then he handed the wine menu to the waiter that was escorting Harry to him, "we'll take a bottle of your best red."
"Momentarily, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco didn't even listen, his attention was back on Harry, "how was your meeting?"
Harry's grin had been in place the moment he saw Draco, the obviousness was there but Draco asked anyway, "thanks for humoring me," he laughed quietly, "I, Harry Potter, have a job."
"I'm proud of you," Draco smiled, "though it was obviously expected. Who wouldn't hire Harry Potter for beginners. I mean you're amazing at quidditch. You live and breathe it." Draco pushed his hair back, tying it with a black ribbon and smiling at Harry, "I am so, very, proud of you."
"Thank you," Harry flushed, and ran a hand through his hair giving it a small shake, "how was your doctors appointment, baby?"
Draco looked across the small distance, reaching out for Harry's hand but freezing when the wine was brought out to them, the waiter smiling at the two and pouring their glasses, "have you two decided what you want?"
"Yes," Draco answered quickly, "we want the dinner special."
"We'll have the salads out shortly," he smiled before leaving again.
Draco reached out, picking up a bread stick and ripping a piece off, his long fingers putting it in his mouth. "You ordered for me?"
"I did," Draco took his bite finishing it and ripped off another piece, "would you like some, Potter?"
Harry smiled, leaning towards him and taking the bite, giving his finger a small and not very publicly appropriate suck before setting back and enjoying the bite. "Oh! The appointment?"
"Fine," Draco answered, "but I quit."
"What?"
"I quit... at the ministry, I turned in my resignation today."
"Why?"
"I decided I don't want to do that anymore," he shrugged and took a bite from the bread stick, "I just don't want to do it anymore."
"What?"
"I don't know," Draco picked up the napkin, wiping his fingers and laying it in his lap then grabbed his wine glass and took a drink, "the hero." Harry frowned, sitting back when the waiter approached and Draco steered the conversation back to Harry's new career and kept it there until Harry was smiling and drunk and happy.
Draco looked at his stock of pain potion, only a few vials left now, and frowned. I should really stop, he thought looking in the cabinet, it isn't going to change things. He swallowed the potion in his hand and grabbed a quill from the desk scribbling the ingredients out, and a few others he needed making plans in his head on how to fill his week now.
Hermione had wrote him an owl asking to meet him this afternoon for lunch and shopping, he peered at his watch seeing it was almost time to leave and headed back upstairs to get dressed. The house was emptier and quieter than it had ever been for him - even when he lived alone, which he assumed part of that was because he was never home. He walked slowly up the stairs, stopping at the first bedroom which had been turned into Harry's exercise room and laughed pulling the door closed.
He couldn't help himself stopping at each room as he walked to the bedroom, he had imagined them full of children by now. Or at least the idea of one in this house with him but people didn't adopt to single parents often so he married his job. His career, which was over now. Draco looked at himself in the bathroom room, and pulled his shirt off to look at his chest the mark was growing. He frowned, just looking at it made him sick to his stomach, he reached out and ran his finger over the black mark, it was growing towards his heart.
He knew it was only a matter of time, a few weeks maybe before it wrapped around his heart and after that? It was all gone. He was happy Harry got the job, it would give him something else to cling to when Draco was gone all Draco had to do was pretend for a few more weeks then all his pain and suffering would be worth it. It'd make Harry happy.
He closed his eyes, taking a slow breath, his mind flashing back to the night at the hospital.
"Harry," he had whispered, the words on his tongue. They were there and ready to leave but the man was crying for him. The man that had only been with him 7 months at the time, now 9... and he had fallen so fast? All he could say was, sorry.
Because he was, Draco was so sorry for all of it. For Harry falling in love with someone like him, for Harry being with someone like him, for not being able to tell Harry, he was so sorry - for Harry. Hadn't Harry learned only bad things happened to the Malfoy family anymore?
And yet the boy-who-lived stupidly picked Draco of everyone else in the whole world to fall in love with and how did you not love a soul like Harry Potter back? You just did. Harry Potter was the epitome of life, he was the savior, he was the hero and some how the hero chose Draco.
Draco felt the tears on his cheek before he realized they were coming, his hands fell gripping the counter in front of him, his hair falling around his face - how did the world think it was okay to hurt someone so great, someone so perfect, someone like Harry James Potter?
"I'm so sorry."
Harry held the flowers tightly, hurrying up the steps to home. He was ecstatic. He had the best first week imaginable, he was sure his boys were going to do wonders, he was doing exactly what he wanted and loved, he was coming home to the love of his life, everything in his life was going good. Better than good, wonderful. Fantastic. Perfect.
He pushed the door opened, greeted with the sounds of a singing Draco and the smell of something burning in the kitchen he almost groaned but refrained as he shut the door quietly and eased up the stairs to spy his favorite blonde.
He took in a breath looking confused, Draco had cut his hair? He felt himself frown and wasn't sure if he was supposed to point it out of not but looked at his slender boyfriend for what felt like the first time in weeks - he had been home three weeks now and he said he was feeling better but something told Harry he wasn't.
His appetite hadn't improved much, he was actually starting to resemble the boy from school. Long, slender, sunken in. Harry took a deep breath and pushed a smile in place, tucking the flowers behind his back whatever it was they would get through it together.
"Baby," Harry smiled, stepping into the room. Draco blinked turning around a little red faced, "as always you have the most beautiful voice."
Draco rolled his eyes, "piss off Potter."
"Now that is no way to talk to your hard working boyfriend!"
Draco looked him over with a raised brow, "and how should I talk to my hard working boyfriend?"
"Well..." Harry smirked and pulled the flowers from behind his back, "with love, admiration and pride."
"I'll work on it," Draco laughed and reached out taking the flowers from Harry, "they're lovely, thank you."
"I know how much you like lilies."
"My favorite," the blonde grinned and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Harry's cheek, "how was work today?"
Harry opened the fridge, pulling out a beer, opening it as he sat on the bar stool, "I don't think work is what they call doing something you love."
Draco laughed quietly, and looked over at the stove the food obviously burning even though the flame was on low, "cooking is getting better..?"
"Is it?"
Draco let out a mock gasp, covering his mouth as he looked at the other, "excuse me?" He breathed out, "are you saying my cooking isn't getting better, Potter? I'll have you know!" He started and snapped his fingers, the house elf appearing and almost as soon as he appeared he pulled the burning food off the stove, Draco stepped around him, "I'm a Malfoy, we're amazing at everything."
Harry was laughing loudly, by now, shaking his head as he grabbed his boyfriend and pulled him in against him, "except cooking."
The blonde laughed, kissing Harry on the lip his forehead pressed to the others, "except cooking I guess."
"Mm," Harry kissed him back, turning the two slightly so Draco was pressed against the bar top. "When Ron and Hermione get here we'll just tell them we'll take them out."
"Will we?" Harry nodded, barely listening to Draco now his lips moving over the blonde's neck and taking a small suckle of the skin, "what time did you tell them?" Draco asked, combing his fingers through Harry's hair the knock on the front door alerting Draco of the time. "Now it seems."
Harry grumbled, "we could ignore them?" Harry suggested, grabbing Draco too tight but he kept his protest to himself. Pretending. "I could tell them you're not feeling up to it, or I'm not because I had a tough day on the field and you could bend me over this counter," he continued, his lips and teeth grazing the skin of the other, "or we could have Turner just tell them for us."
"Harry," Draco forced a laugh, to cover up the wince, "I think we should go, we've been avoiding them since the quidditch game. And, we always have tomorrow."
Harry frowned taking a step back, "fine," he sighed and headed towards the door, "coming!" He yelled when there was another knock. Draco moved to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him as quick as he could and opened the cabinet grabbing on of his vials he had put in there.
"Where is Draco?"
"Bathroom?" He heard Harry answer, and swallowed the potion before turning the faucet on and washing his hands once the water was warm, "probably making sure he looks okay." Draco rolled his eyes, and once he felt the potion easing through the pain he relaxed slightly before pulling the door open, buttoning the buttons on his light purple button-up.
"Making sure I look okay?" Draco said by way of greeting, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows, "I always look amazing, Potter," he answered with a small huff and opened the closet door getting his jacket out.
Harry laughed, "of course you do."
Draco stared at his reflection a deep frown on his lips, he felt himself cringe away from the sight. He knew this was it, this was coming to an end.
"Baaaaaby," Harry called through the door and Draco smiled to him, adjusting his t-shirt and leaving the bathroom in his boxers and shirt.
"Hm?" He called as he pulled the door shut behind him, turning when he didn't hear a response to look and Harry was laying on the bed naked and smiling at his boyfriend with a small eyebrow wiggle, Draco chuckled, "Harry Potter."
Harry giggled quietly, "you want to know what I've been doing while waiting for you?"
Draco's eyes scanned him over as if to appraise the other, "something tells me I can figure it out."
"It's good, but it's not quite the same... as you."
Draco chuckled and moved over to the bed, leaning against the frame as his eyes tore Harry apart they were like molten lava as they scanned him over head to toe, "is that so?"
"Ah don't tease me tonight, Dray," he whined, "it's been too long."
"I want to savor it," Draco answered, his voice too soft to be sexy but he knew Harry was too far gone to care or notice.
Harry moved to his knees, looking up at Draco with a small smile as he crawled towards him, "is that so?"
"It doesn't work the other way around," Draco shook his head, and reached out smacking Harry across the bottom, "now does it?"
"You tell me," Harry quirked a brow, his lips making contact with Draco's hip, "he seems to disagree." He added as he eased the boxers down.
Draco rolled his eyes to himself and ran his fingers through Harry's hair, before giving it a yank, "I think you'll find..." He started, smiling at his boyfriend teasingly, "I'm always right." He continued and kicked his boxers off as he eased up on the bed to his knees and pushed Harry back with his hand still in his hair, "you want to know why he's hard?"
"Y-yes," Harry whimpered, biting his lip, his own hand sliding between his legs and gripping himself as he crawled backwards.
Draco pulled his hair, almost painfully, and Harry's cheek pressed against his hip with a breath of hot air escaping him, "because I'm thinking about how nice it'll feel to pry you mouth open and fuck it. What do you say to that?"
Harry moaned to that, his body quivering and his hand came out gripping Draco's thighs tightly, "please."
"Please what, Potter?"
Harry whimpered again, his hands sliding down Draco's pale soft thighs. "Do it, Dray."
Draco smiled down at Harry, watching the other look up at him with flushed cheeks. He drug his thumb over Harry's bottom lip, and eased it into his mouth lifting his teeth with the back of his thumb, "that wasn't very polite." Harry's lips trembled and his eyes shut, giving Draco's thumb a suck.
"I need you Dray," he whispered against the now slick thumb, "please, do it."
"Say it."
Harry's face was flushed, his hands gripping Draco's thighs tightly, "please, fuck me."
The blonde released Harry's hair and pushed his fingers through the shaggy dark mess softly, watching as those green eyes closed and nuzzled his hand, "have I ever told you how absolutely fit you are, Potter?"
"Once or twice," Harry whispered and Draco pushed down on his thumb, keeping Harry's mouth opened his other hand stroking himself a few times.
"How easy it would be for you to take me," he whispered looking down at his boyfriend with a soft smile that didn't match his words, then he slipped his cock between Harry's lips and with one thrust he slid right into his mouth. "But instead, I take you."
Harry only nodded, his hold on Draco's thighs were tight and pulling him in further until Draco was buried in his throat his length completely covered. He pulled his thumb out of his mouth and gripped his chin thrusting into him as he sat on his knees pulling out only enough for Harry to take a breath before Draco pushed right back in and took it all away from him.
The first time they fucked Draco had no idea how much he would enjoy being this guy because he had never been before, but Harry loved the feeling of being used. He loved the feeling of Draco over powering him, he ate it up. "You already prepped for me?" He asked, looking down at Harry who was still touching himself slowly as Draco jerked his chin to a stop, pushed deep inside.
His face was red and he was barely able to nod from the grip Draco had on him but he managed, and Draco shook his head, "I can't hear you." He whispered quietly, watching as Harry's eyes grew wide.
"Sh-es-s."
"What?"
Harry closed his eyes, his arm moving fast between his leg and Draco watched through a smile the absolute peace that was taking the brunette over and then all too quick he pulled out of Harry's mouth and smacked his - hard. His hand still gripping Harry's chin he jerked him up so he only had to barely bend and his other hand was gripping Harry's upper arm, "if you cum, Harry Potter, I'm going to beat your ass." He hissed out, feeling Harry's hand rewrap around himself a small moan on his lips. "I'm not playing Potter."
Harry took a nervous breath, freezing again, he wanted to stop but he couldn't. It was so hot, Draco was so hot. Taking control of him like that, taking him over like this. He shuddered, Draco's heavy breathing in his ear, Draco's voice in his ear and he let out a grunt, starting again, "you want to get a spanking so bad why didn't you just ask?" He whispered against Harry's ear and the other moaned another response, "don't want to deny me of a good time, do you?" He asked again, his grip slackening and Harry shook his head, "then don't cum."
Harry groaned, "Dray please, I am so close, please." He whined through a rough voice.
"Turn around then," Draco whispered and pulled back to see Harry turning to his front, his bottom in the air for Draco who was now rubbing the bared bottom before him. His hand came down in a smack across the skin, "talk to me, Potter." Draco spoke, with Harry's back to him it was harder to stay strong. He felt himself breaking down because he knew...
Harry arched his back, his forearm in front of him and he felt the head of Draco's cock against his opening a shuddering escaping himself, "I need you baby."
"I know you do," Draco answered and pushed in, in one thrust.
Harry cried out, his hand gripping the bedding, "can I touch myself?"
"No."
"Oh fuck, Draco, please." Harry pleaded through a groan, grinding back against the blonde, "Merlin please."
Draco smiled, his hands gripped Harry's hips and pulled him back against him again, and again. His whole body was aching, he felt like his skin was on fire he wanted this more than anything but it hurt, he bent forward slightly trying to ignore the pain and slid his hand over Harry's muscular arm feeling the muscles beneath his fingers, his nails dragging across them, "go ahead Potter." He gasped out, his thrust slowing. Harry moved his hips in a circular motion when Draco was buried inside and Draco moaned loudly, his nails digging into the flesh.
"Cum with me," Harry begged, his voice was quivering and Draco nodded to himself he felt the tears prang to his eyes from the pain and from their act. He loosened his hold, his thrust matching Harry's and as Harry let out that slow and quiet grunt before a loud moan filled the room and Draco pushed into him one last time following as the other collapsed against the bed spraying his chest and the bed with cum.
Draco pulled out, his own cum shot out across Harry's back before he sat back against the bed frame with a quiet moan of his own, his breathing coming out in pants and his chest aching.
"Dray?" Harry whispered, reaching behind him with an out stretched hand. Draco groaned shifting so he could take Harry's hand giving it a squeeze. The two land in silence like that, coming down from their high when Draco let out a soft chuckle, "what?"
"I have this really strange urge to smoke a fag and I don't even smoke."
"I was just thinking the same thing," Harry laughed and rolled over to his side, "but I need to shower." He added looking down at his chest, Draco smiling at him, "want to help?"
The blonde slipped off the bed, smirking, "I think you got it, I'll clean the bed off."
Harry jumped up and reached out taking Draco by the hips, pulling him in and placing a kiss on his lips, "I love you."
"I know," Draco smiled, kissing him back, "now go shower, I'm tired."
"Yes sir," Harry laughed, hurrying into the room only just then realizing Draco didn't even take off his shirt.
"Baby?" Harry's voice came through the door and Draco moved quickly grabbing his robe and pulling it tight around him while shutting the water off, "you okay?"
Draco pulled the door open and looked at Harry in question, "of course I am, I was showering."
"Didn't have to get out on my account," Harry smiled, pushing the door open, "thought we could shower together?"
Draco shook his head, "no, it's okay I'm all done."
Harry looked him properly, "Draco, are you okay?"
"What? Why wouldn't I be?"
"You've uh.. been sleeping more than usual, you haven't been eating, you've been really distant..." Harry frowned, "I just want to know if you're okay?"
"I'm fine," Draco answered quickly and gave a nod towards the room, "I'll be dressed in a second." He gripped the counter as he said that, his whole world spinning. He just needed a minuet, he had moved too fast earlier but suddenly he was falling and Harry was catching him and all Draco could think was that this couldn't be the last encounter they had.
This couldn't be it.
"I..." He started but Harry was hushing him and picking him up and running through the house. "I..." he whispered again, his consciousness limited he felt himself slipping he reached out and grabbed Harry's chin finally everything stopped two gray eyes matched two green eyes, "I love you." He whispered and then he was gone, his eyes shut the darkness closed in around him.
Harry stared at the doctor in shock, then looked at Draco who was laying practically naked with a dark spot on his chest that was stretched from his belly button to his heart. "What?"
The doctor frowned deeply, "I'm sorry Mister Potter, it'll be a matter of days or less than that. I am so sorry."
Harry swallowed roughly, he didn't turn away as the tears came spilling over the brief hand of the healer on his shoulder and then he was gone. The door shut behind the room silent just Draco gasping with his eyes closed, Harry staring at him with the tears streaming down his face, "why didn't you tell me?" He whispered with a deep frown, "why didn't you tell me?"
Harry felt his body quiver in pain, his hands gripping the bed sheets he just wanted to go back. Before the case. Before this happened, maybe Harry wouldn't have come home at all. Save everyone in his life all the pain of suffering through him again.
Save Hermione and Ron the pain of losing their friend, save the friends and family of his boyfriend the pain, save himself the pain... Save Draco. He heard a strangled gasp and flashed his eyes to the other, "Draco," he breathed out, grabbing the cold hand tightly. "Draco."
"Shh," Draco answered, and turned his hand over in Harry's holding him tightly, "are you okay?"
Harry shook his head, his grip falling and he stared at the other in shock, "shut up."
Draco sighed, laying flat against the bed, "don't make it like this, Harry, be happy - please."
"Be happy?" Harry yelled, dropping his hand, "what did you just say to me?!" Draco coughed behind tight lips trying to sit up, "be happy?"
Draco coughed again the movements almost too much for him, he reached out for the brunette, "come here, please, Harry."
"Fuck you," Harry screeched, backing away his eyes scanning the long arms. They were paler than usual and Harry knew in that touch was cold and death, he knew he was about to be covered in it. He backed up until his back hit the door, shaking his head, "fuck you Draco Malfoy." He cried jerking the door open and leaving him with his arms stretched out the sound of dying lungs in his wake.
"Draco?" Hermione's voice was soft, her hand warm against his face, "hey, love, it's Ronald and me."
"'Mione," he smiled weakly and looked around, "Harry here?"
"No," she shook her head, "why? What happened?"
"Nothing," Draco shook his head, swallowing roughly, "Ron, how're you mate?"
The two shared a soft look and Ron leaned down towards him, his arms coming out to wrap around the other man, "I know how he is," he whispered to Draco so only he could hear, "I know you're time is limited and uncertain, but he'll be back." He added before holding him tightly and stepping back the two had tears in there eyes and Draco was nodding as he wiped his away. Ron gave a throat clear, "I'll get us all coffee."
Hermione looked at Draco in question, using her wand to produce a chair and she pulled it up next to him, "what can I do?"
"Nothing," Draco coughed, covering his mouth and laid back down pulling the covers up around him, "it's absolute hell."
"What?" Hermione whispered reaching out towards him but stopping short unsure what to do or say.
"Dying," he gave an awkward smile, lounging his head back to look at the ceiling, "don't ever do it."
She tutted shaking her head with hard eyes, "stop."
"Hermione I need one last favor."
"What?"
"I need you to write for me, my will."
"You didn't have one done when you joined the taskforce?"
"I didn't have anyone to love, then," he rolled his head towards her, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before he motioned for her to get the stuff, "it's not long but I can't write."
Hermione conjured a small table and some paper and quill, "it's not problem." She whispered, the tears in her throat as Draco laid back again his hand rubbing his throat through another cough.
"He hasn't coughed in a while," Harry's voice was soft and as soon as Draco heard it he flashed his eyes open, blinking back from the light and turning until he saw Harry.
"Harry," his voice was raspy, quiet; and Harry reached forward from his left holding his hand tightly. "Harry," Draco smiled, shutting his eyes again.
"Draco," he answered the other, "what do you need?"
"You."
"I'm here," Harry whispered, and Draco used all his strength to give Harry's hand a tug their eyes locked again.
"Come here," Draco added and he watched Harry looking around the room. Draco could hear his friends in the room, their silence. He could almost taste it but he didn't care. He didn't want them here, he didn't need them here. He wanted Harry.
And only Harry.
"Dray," Harry started finally looking back at him.
"C'mon," Draco said again and moved slowly, shifting to make some room for Harry, "c'mon." His voice was quiet, rasped out. His eyes drooping every now and then as he spoke, "please." He added, and he knew it wasn't audible but Harry could read it on his lips.
Harry swallowed and nodded, easing onto the bed, wrapping his arms around Draco and turning him into his chest. Draco moved a frail and weak arm out against Harry's body, holding him, and his cracked lips pressed to Harry's cheek with a kiss.
The silence in the room grew, even as the door opened and the people left, even as the light flipped off, even as Hermione sobbed out a bye, even as the door shut. Harry laid silent stroking Draco's back and Draco laid silent his cheek against Harry's chest.
"I was a hero," he finally whispered, his whole body shaking.
"You are a hero," Harry corrected him, quietly.
"You're doing it again..."
"Hm?" Harry asked, smiling despite himself.
"Sweet talking me again."
"I'm just so good at it," Harry chuckled, his hand moving up and down Draco's back softly.
Draco closed his eyes, his could feel the tears on his cheeks sticking and he knew Harry's shirt was wet; all he could hear was the beating of his dying heart. He could feel the pain easing but for the wrong reasons. It was easier with his eyes closed - the air wasn't stinging them this way. He moved slowly, his eyes still shut and he pressed his lips to Harry's. He knew his mouth tasted stale, his lips were hard and cracked, but he just needed that kiss. Just one last kiss.
Harry returned the kiss pressing his hand against his cheek stroking it softly when Draco laid back down against his chest, "I'll bring soups... tomorrow."
"My favorite," Draco whispered, his body relaxing against Harry completely now.
"I know," Harry answered just as quiet the words caught in his throat as he answered, choking them out.
"I love you."
Harry shut his eyes tightly, his breath coming out softly, he wasn't ready. No where near ready. He wanted everything to be okay... he wanted to go back. He wanted a million tomorrows but he only got one, yesterdays tomorrow. "I love you, too, baby."
Draco gave him a squeeze, burying his face against Harry's side, his breathing in gasp now. His heart beating too fast trying to keep up, his eyes unable to open, his arms losing their strength, "so lunch..." he whispered, Harry let out a strangled noise nodding as he shut his eyes.
"Tomorrow." They both whispered together and then Harry felt it. It was like part of his world ended, his heart cracked, his body ached. It was like... part of him was just gone and he wasn't getting it back no matter what. Harry gripped him tighter the tears falling as his hands pressed to the blonde, pressing him against himself. Harry laid there, his nose pressed to Draco's head breathing in the rest of his scent and he cried.
"So let the clouds fill with thunderous applause and let lightning be the veins that fill the sky with all that they can drop.
When it's time to make a change.. Make it rain. Make it rain down low." -Ed Sheeran, Make it Rain.
