Chapter 4: Boyfriends and (Re)introductions
After they shared their first kiss that night, many more late nights and long kisses followed. Harry loved the way Draco's lips felt against his and he didn't mind spending all his time snogging the other man senseless. In the week since his visit to Grimmauld Place, Draco had come over on three different occasions, each night ending much like the first one. They always had to cut their snogging sessions short because Draco was insistent that Harry needed his rest for Auror work the next day. Harry had a sneaking suspicion that the blond wizard just wanted to end things before they got too hot and heavy. Harry could appreciate that. This was his first relationship post-Ginny and his first gay relationship ever.
Initially Harry thought he wouldn't have the guts to go through with it. Yes, he could admit he had feelings for Draco, but he could also admit that those feelings scared him. Firstly, Draco was his schoolboy rival and someone who had made his life and his friends lives a living hell. Secondly, he was a pureblood snob and although he'd changed, Harry knew he still held onto some of those ideals. And thirdly, he was a Slytherin, which was almost as bad as being a pureblood in Harry's eyes. The fact that he was an ex-Death Eater didn't help matters either, but that fact didn't bother Harry as much. Even though Harry knew that Draco was raised to believe in the same things that Voldemort preached, he also knew that Draco hadn't really wanted to align himself with the Death Eaters. His father had forced him and out of fear for his life and his parent's lives he had followed orders. It was the moments when Harry witnessed him defying Voldemort that showed his true heart. This is why no matter how discouraged the dark haired wizard became about their past, he wouldn't let it get in the way of what they were building.
In fact, Draco was on his way over right now and since it was Friday evening, the blond man had no excuse to cut their night short. Despite his overwhelming Gryffindor ways, Harry could be a little Slytherin when he needed to be. Just then, he felt the wards of his home shudder.
"Speak of the devil," he said as he opened the door, allowing Draco entrance. The other wizard stepped through the threshold giving Harry a sweet peck on the lips in greeting. "I see my reputation precedes me," Draco drawled, making his way to the sitting room.
Harry chuckled. "Actually, we'll be in the kitchen this time," Harry said, placing his hands on Draco's shoulders to guide him. Harry had thoughtfully planned out a delicious dinner for them. Usually, he just had Kreacher put together a few platters for them to nibble on, but this time he wanted to impress Draco with his other skills. He didn't really cook that often, seeing as he lived on his own, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it when the chance arose.
"My, my Potter. You've really outdone yourself this time," Draco said, clearly impressed with the spread before him. Harry couldn't help but smile at the use of his surname. Draco did it quite often when he was teasing the other wizard. Harry had done his best to satisfy the other man's palate. There were three different kinds of meat, including roast and baked chicken. There was potatoes with chives and legumes. Harry even made rolls from scratch and had baked an apple streusel pie for dessert. There was even ice cream in the freezer to go on top.
"I haven't cooked in ages so I kind of went a little overboard," he said, a slight blush blooming on his cheeks. Draco reach out a hand to rub his arm affectionately. "It looks lovely," Draco replied.
They both sat down across from one another to enjoy their mini feast. It was all quite delicious if he did say so himself. Draco sure seemed to be enjoying it with all the moans and sighs he was making. Even as he dug into his plate, Harry couldn't help but be aroused by the sounds. He was hoping to hear those same noises a little bit later. Since Harry had intended to trap Draco in his home for the night, he had decided that it was time for them to take their relationship to the next level. He wanted to show Draco that he was truly interested in him sexually and romantically before he lost his nerve. If the dark haired wizard was anything, he was brave.
"So," Harry started, "I was wondering if you would accompany me to dinner next Thursday…at Ron and Hermione's?" he finished, not daring to look at Draco's face. The blond wizard took a long sip of his red wine and turned his gaze to Harry. He took a deep breath before replying, "I would love to." Harry's eyes met Draco's abruptly in shock.
"Really?" he asked in disbelief. "Of course," Draco answered. "I know how important they are to you and I'm glad you think enough of me to bring us together."
Harry was elated to hear such good news. At first he had thought the other man would flat out refuse. It seemed he had underestimated him. Now all he had to do was convince his friends to go along with it.
"Great!" Harry said, his excitement showing clearly on his face. That wasn't quite the end of the conversation, however.
"Harry," Draco started, "what exactly is it that we're doing"? It was a question that Harry had asked himself many times over the past month and he was sure Draco was wondering the same thing. "We spend a ton of time together. We've snogged more than I ever have in my entire life. And now you're inviting me to spend time with your friends for dinner," Draco explained.
Harry knew that Draco was right to ask those questions. Everything they had been doing thus far seemed to be leading towards a relationship, and not just a casual one. In the beginning, Harry wasn't really sure if he wanted an exclusive partnership with the other man so soon after breaking up with Ginny. But now that he thought of it, he couldn't think of anything he wanted more in the world. He just had one question to ask.
"Draco, would you do me the honors of being my boyfriend?" This seemed to shock Draco completely because he began to sputter and choke on the piece of roast he was chewing. The blond haired man grabbed his glass of wine, desperately trying to catch his breath.
"Are you serious?" Draco asked, staring intently into Harry's green eyes. He didn't want to hope that Harry would be his if it was just a joke. "Absolutely," Harry responded. "I know I'm new to this whole thing," he said, gesturing between he and the other man, "but I also know that I like being with you and kissing you and I don't want either of those things to end." Draco was gob smacked for a few seconds before he carefully placed his fork on his plate and rose from the table.
Harry began to panic inwardly, afraid that he had said too much too soon or read the signs all wrong. He didn't have time to panic much longer as Draco came around the wooden table to stand in front of him. He lowered himself to sit in Harry's lap and placed his hands softly on either side of the man's face.
"Yes," he whispered, his lips just centimeters away from the dark haired wizard's. "Of course I will." Harry barely had time to smile before he felt Draco's lips press firmly into his. With dinner forgotten, both men kissed longingly, one trying to devour the other. Harry loved the way Draco's lip fit so perfectly against his and how silky his hair felt when he ran his fingers through it.
The kiss became more passionate when Harry decided to tug on Draco's platinum locks. Draco moaned loudly and dove his tongue into Harry's hot, wet mouth. Tongues battled and teeth clicked as one man tried to take in as much of the other as they could. Harry could feel arousal coursing through his body, traveling south, and soon his jeans began to tighten.
Draco paused with his lips still lightly resting on Harry's and the green eyed man was sure he could feel his erection through his pants. Surprisingly, this didn't bother Harry. In fact, it turned him on even more. He didn't know where his boldness came from—blame it on his Gryffindor bravery—but he lifted his hips to press his hardness into the blond man's arse. Draco's breath hitched and he focused his grey eyes onto Harry's green ones.
"Bedroom. Now!" was all Draco had time to say before Harry crashed their lips together once more. Refusing to let their lips part, they awkwardly stood from the dinner table, food forgotten, and clambered up the flight of stairs to the first landing, where Harry's bedroom was located.
Harry used the heel of his foot to kick the door open, not caring that it slammed into the wall behind it, and then kicked it closed. Eventually they made their way to Harry's large bed and Draco switched their positions, pushing Harry flat onto the mattress. For the first time Harry had the chance to see the lust and passion in the other man's steely grey eyes and he knew Draco could to see the same emotions reflected in his.
Draco kicked off his shoes and slowly made his way over to Harry, crawling sensually on top of him. Harry couldn't help but admire how beautiful the other man was, with his soft skin and hair, his chiseled features, and palpable confidence. Draco leaned over Harry to softly kiss his lips before pulling back and starting to unbutton his shirt.
Harry just watched, his mouth growing dryer with every button, until the other man let the fabric fall to the floor. Pale alabaster skin met Harry's eyes and he reach his hand up to lightly run his fingers down Draco's muscled chest and torso. His fingers came in contact with ridges along the man's ribcage and his brow furrowed in confusion. It took only a second before he realized what those scars were from. Regret crept through his body like a cold chill and he sat up, bringing his lips to Draco's chest to kiss the pain away. He knew that it wouldn't change the past or erase his scars, but he was hoping that the grey eyed wizard could sense his apology.
Draco dragged his hands through Harry's already unruly dark hair and let his head drop back in pleasure. Harry continued to place soft kisses across Draco's chest and tentatively stuck out his tongue to flick one of the man's nipples. He didn't know what made him do it, but he figured if Ginny liked it then so would Draco. It seemed he was right because Draco let out the most arousing sound Harry had ever heard in his life.
He did it again, lapping at the small bud with his tongue and lightly running his teeth across it. This made Draco shake and shudder like he'd never seen before. Harry's erection grew even harder at the sight. He really needed to get his trousers off. Reluctantly, he shifted Draco to the side and undid his belt. Shoes, shirt, and jeans were removed in a hurried frenzy and Harry turned to find the blond man had also undressed down to his briefs.
Harry smiled inwardly as he realized he was wearing the same black briefs he sported in his wet dream all those weeks ago. He looked down to see that Draco's erection was bulging in his underwear and Harry knew that his looked much the same. He stepped slowly towards Draco, returning to his position, lying on the bed. Their lips connected again softly, but with just as much passion as before, and the grey eyed wizard straddled Harry's hips.
Harry and Draco hissed at once as their erections pressed together. He had never felt anything so wonderful in his life. He could feel the heat coming off Draco's skin and longed to give the man as much pleasure as possible. Draco began to lick and suck down Harry's neck, moving to his collarbone, then down to his chest, making sure to tease his nipples.
Harry sucked in a surprised breath as Draco blew softly on the wet nubs. He didn't know something so simple could make him feel so good. His skin was on fire and the blond haired man knew exactly what to do to make his spine tingle. Harry was so lost in the sensation of Draco's mouth on his skin that he barely realized what was happening until he felt the other man pulling at his briefs.
Harry froze. Draco felt his hesitation and gave him a loving look. "You can stop me at any time," he said, holding Harry's heated gaze. The dark haired wizard didn't have the voice to respond so he just nodded and allowed his eyes to flutter closed. Draco continued to pull his briefs off and Harry sighed when he felt the cool air hit his erection.
He was naked. In front of Draco Malfoy. Holy fuck!, he thought. Harry took another deep breath and bravely opened his eyes. Draco knelt before him with lustful eyes, ogling his member in hunger. Their eyes met in another heated gaze, grey locked on green, and Draco's tongue peeked from his mouth to wet his pink lips. He looked as if he wanted to swallow Harry whole and he was going to let him.
Draco reached a tentative hand forward, giving Harry a questioning look. Harry gave him a soft smile and nodded for him to continue. The other man firmly grasped Harry's cock and he couldn't help but let out a long moan. Draco began to stroke him slowly, running his thumb across the moist tip every so often, sending delicious trills of pleasure through Harry. This felt absolutely amazing and he never wanted it to stop.
Harry's breath began to quicken as Draco's pace picked up and the pleasure became overwhelming. He felt Draco halt his movements and he peered at him through half-closed lids to see what the matter was.
"I don't want you to come, yet. Not like that," he said, his voice sounding deep and raspy. A shudder went through Harry at those words and he watched as Draco lowered his head toward Harry's cock. The green eyed wizard knew what was coming. He closed his eyes in anticipation and waited for the sensation of Draco's slick mouth to cover his erection.
When Draco's mouth finally reached his member he thought he would come right then. The feeling was indescribable. It was hot. It was wet. The suction was perfect. And Draco was swirling his tongue around the tip just right. Harry didn't think he would last much longer. His climax was so close that his stomach began to quiver. He reached down to grasp a handful of Draco's blond hair and grey eyes shot up to meet green.
"Oh fuck," Harry exclaimed, becoming completely overwhelmed by the pleasure he was feeling. "Dr-Draco…I'm going to…going to," and he couldn't even finish his warning because in that moment Draco took his free hand and massage the spot just behind his balls and Harry lost it.
His body convulsed with the strength of his orgasm and black spots danced before his eyes. No one had ever made him come this hard. He struggled to catch his breath as he rode out the rest of his orgasm and he felt Draco let his cock fall from his mouth. The blond wizard crawled his way up Harry's limp body until they were face to face, chest to chest. They kissed softly, tongues sliding against one another. Harry didn't think he would like the taste of himself at first, but he found he didn't mind it.
"Merlin," Harry whispered in awe. Draco let out a hoarse chuckle. "That good huh?" he asked. Harry nodded vigorously. He couldn't even feel embarrassed at how quickly it had all ended. He was stuck in euphoria.
"Teach me," Harry said, sitting up on his elbows to stare into cool grey eyes. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel." Harry blushed under Draco's heated gaze. The blond man leaned in for a chaste kiss and proceeded to show Harry exactly how to make him feel good.
This is awkward, Draco thought as he pierced an asparagus spear with his fork and brought it to his mouth. It was Thursday evening, the same day every week that Harry had dinner with the other Golden Trio members. After the mind-blowing blowjob that Harry had given him—Draco was actually surprised at how much of a quick study the other man was—they had briefly discussed the dinner plans that Draco was invited to.
The blond wizard had assumed that Harry had extended the offer without consulting Weasley and Granger, but would speak to them about it at some point. What he didn't expect was to come through the floo of the Weasley home to expressions of shock and disbelief. From the looks on their faces Draco knew that Harry had in fact kept his arrival a surprise. It was for that reason that three pairs of eyes were glaring and squinting at the green eyed man with varying degrees of ferocity. Draco and Weasley were competing for most furious, although he could admit that Weasley was probably the victor.
"So," Harry started, trying to choose his words carefully, "how has everyone's week been"? Harry was doing his best to avoid eye contact. A sly thought crept into Draco's mind and he thought he would enact a little revenge on the other man.
"Well my week has been quite eventful," Draco drawled, sipping his glass of lemon water. He gave Harry a pointed look and the man's eyes widened in fear. Oh yes, Potter. You should be very afraid. "I gained a few new clients this week and even had the pleasure of teaching Harry how to give the perfect blowjob." Draco said as nonchalantly as he could muster. He knew that his statement would garner the reaction he wanted. It was a bit crass but it would serve to break the ice, embarrass Harry, and infuriate Weasley all at the same time.
As suspected Weasley turned a horrifying shade of red—whether he was more angry or mortified Draco couldn't tell—and Harry and Granger both blushed, the former with his mouth hanging open just slightly in shock. Draco smiled contentedly and plunged forward just for the fun of it.
"Harry dear, your mouth does wonderful things, but I doubt any of us wants to see your food." Draco said in a mock chastising voice. The dark haired man gave a startled cough, he heard Granger squeal, and the Weasley dam finally broke.
"That's it!" Ron exclaimed, slamming a fist on the table. He was nearly as red as his hair, which was a feat Draco would applaud if he didn't think it would anger Harry. "You and Harry may be a thing now, but that does not mean I want to hear all about it." Ron finished, pointing his knife across the table at Draco.
Hermione reached over to place a calming hand on Ron's shoulder and he visibly relaxed. "Draco is just trying to get a rise out of you, Ron," Harry said turning his disapproving gaze on Draco. The grey eyed wizard just shrugged and began to cut into his chicken. It was stuffed with something delicious, so he really didn't have to pretend to be preoccupied. He heard Harry sigh.
"Look, guys. I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I was bringing Draco." Harry said, his shoulders sagging faintly. A feeling of dread seeped into Draco's stomach and he recognized the feeling for what it was: guilt. He knew he wasn't making this any easier for Harry and it was important to him that Draco and his friends could at least coexist without the world imploding. "I just figured that if I told you two beforehand that you would refuse and try to talk me out of it."
"Harry," Hermione spoke up for the first time, "we care about you very much and that also includes your happiness. And if Malfoy makes you happy," she said with a hint of skepticism in her tone, "then we support you." Harry beamed in appreciation and Draco couldn't help the jealousy that reared at the sight. It should've been him that put that smile on his face. Leave it to Draco to prioritize getting a rise out of Weasley over seeing Harry smile.
"Thanks, Mione. I really appreciate it." Harry reached across the table to grasp Granger's hand lightly and went back to eating his food. He had to do something to reassure both Harry and his friends that, while he still would be a git sometimes, he cared for Harry as well. He would have to choose his words carefully, though. He refused to portray some false persona to appease Weasley and Granger, but he also knew that they needed to know he had changed for the better.
"I apologize for my earlier antics," Draco said. This caused Weasely's fork to pause in midair on its way to his mouth, which Draco didn't think was possible with the way he shoveled food into it. Granger had a more pleasantly calm look on her face, waiting to see what more he would say. "I really just wanted to punish dear Harry for giving you both the shock of your lives." He heard Weasley snort and Granger whipped her gaze to him, in silent warning. Draco smirked with mirth at the look Weasley gave in response. Hermione turned her eyes back to Draco, indicating that he could finish.
"I understand that a relationship between Harry and I is odd and unexpected," Hermione whipped her head to Ron again, anticipating the snort that she knew would come. It didn't, so Draco continued. "But I want to reassure you that I don't take his well being lightly. In this short time I have come to care for him a great deal and because I know how important you two are to him, I will be on my best behavior." At this Harry turned his beaming smile on Draco and grasped his hand atop the dinner table. Instinctively, Draco cracked a genuine smile and rubbed his thumb across Harry's knuckles. They stared into each other's eyes intimately for a few seconds before Hermione cleared her throat to snap them back to reality.
"Thank you for that, Draco." Hermione said, clearly taking some effort, but not much, to use his given name. Draco gave her an accepting nod and she smiled softly. "As long as you know that if you even think of hurting Harry, I will be coming after you." Ron said looking into Draco's eyes for the first time all night. Draco returned his gaze with a fiery one of his own and snapped, "I wouldn't dream of it Weasley." Their staring contest continued for a little while longer before Ron saw whatever it was he needed to see and nodded shortly. "Alright, then," he finished and returned to stuffing his face with food.
The rest of the dinner continued with small talk about easy topics. Granger inquired about his potions business and they had gotten into a deep discussion about why adding phoenix tears was better for his Anti-Aging potion than the typical combination of dittany and aloe gel. Harry sat back and smiled at them secretly glad that they had something to talk about other than their rivalry or the war. Draco knew that it would be easier to get along with Granger than Weasley. His history with the redhead and his clan went farther back than their Hogwarts days and that would take much longer to overcome. Draco thought it was possible, though with a little more effort from each of them. He would do it for Harry's sake at least. He knew he would do a lot for Harry's sake. The other man's happiness was very important to him, after all.