A/N: So here we are; time to wrap up the story.
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This story is betaed by gusx217.
Dedicated to my dear friend BiSciFiGuy, who celebrated his birthday about the same time when I started to write this story.
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Chapter 7: What happens in Barcelona…
For five days Draco sulked. He had locked his Floo, not wanting to speak to anyone, not even his parents. He didn't accept any Owls and didn't answer the door no matter how incessant the pounding. He hadn't even bothered with dressing for the day, lounging all day in his pyjamas in his bed or sofa, Phil curled on his chest.
Draco knew that his behaviour was childish and his friends were worried about him, but he couldn't care less. He had every right to be upset and sulk, and besides, that would teach Blaise a lesson not to touch anything that belonged to Draco, no matter if Draco wanted the thing for himself or not.
He didn't spare one thought for Astoria; she had made her choice. However, it stung a bit that Astoria had chosen Blaise over Draco, and that was one more reason to punish Blaise a bit more.
Actually, it felt rather nice to be alone, not having anyone to disturb them, or to listen to anyone making demands or wanting something from him. Just the two of them together, Phil and him. Over the period of Draco's sulking time Phil had developed the habit of sleeping in Draco's bed, usually on his chest or back. They got along really well now, and Draco could see why everyone was so fond of Phil in the first place. The ferret was friendly, playful and compassionate, just what Draco needed right now. Just like Draco, Phil also had a bad temper if anything went wrong; Draco had seen it painfully clearly after the night he spent in Barcelona. Last time Phil protested when Draco offered him food he didn't approve of. Draco had barely avoided Phil's sharp teeth as the ferret snapped and hissed at him in irritation, and then marched into the bathroom, crawled under the drawer and sulked for hours.
Draco had just drifted off on his sofa, Phil comfortably sleeping on his chest, when they were abruptly awoken from their peaceful rest by a sharp slap on the top of Draco's head. They both jerked upright, Phil hissing and showing his teeth, and Draco complaining, "Ouch! What the…? Pansy? What are you doing here?"
"It's about time I came over, you stupid prat! Why haven't you been returning any of our owls or calls? We've been worried sick!" Pansy screeched much too loudly to Draco's liking. Draco winced and covered his ears.
"Please, Pansy, be quiet! How did you get inside in the first place? All the entrances were locked and warded!"
"You forget, my dear, that I've always known how to get past your wards. As for your locks, I have Goyle for that." Pansy looked so smug that Draco's irritation grew worse. Then he noticed an awkward looking Goyle standing by the door which was now hanging off of it's hinges and looking quite smashed.
It took only one dark look from Draco for Goyle to retreat hastily to the door and mutter, "I'll fix it right now."
Pansy, on the other hand, had taken a seat in Draco's favourite armchair, elegantly crossed her legs, and was now looking at Draco expectantly.
"Now, my dear, you will tell me everything. Don't worry, I know about Astoria and Blaise already, so you don't have to discuss that if it's too painful for you."
"What? How do you know about it? Oh, Blaise told you, of course."
"No, I didn't need Blaise to tell me anything. I found out that it was Astoria whom Blaise was meeting after your party, and then it only took some well-placed manipulation to find out the rest. Believe me, my dear, that you're better off without that two-faced bitch. She didn't know what she lost when she started playing with Blaise. Well, it's her loss. Now you'll move on, so stop sulking and tell me what happened after you left my flat, what… five days ago?"
Pansy's voice was demanding, and for once Draco didn't want to argue with her. He knew he needed to talk about it, and talking with Pansy had always been the best way to see things straight. So Draco told her everything from arriving home to find Goyle and Potter on his doorstep, watching Potter's memories from the night they'd spent together in Barcelona and what happened at the Greengrasses.
Pansy was quiet for a moment after Draco finished his story. Then she straightened her back and stood up, her hands on her hips, glaring at Draco.
"And you're sulking why exactly? As far as I can see, you should be happy about this! You got rid of that deceitful bitch and you are free to have fun and explore more like your recent adventures have shown you clearly want to do. If you want to start immediately looking for a better wife candidate, the world is all yours. You should be happy!" Pansy exclaimed briskly. "Now, get off that sofa and take a bath. You stink. Then you'll dress in your nicest clothes because I'm taking you out for lunch."
"I don't stink!" Draco protested, but Pansy wasn't convinced.
"It's either you or your pet. Now get into the bath before I call Goyle back to carry you there!"
"All right, just stop bossing me around! Keep an eye on Phil, he doesn't like getting wet, so I'll leave him here with you."
"If you must, but I'm not going to touch that animal. Who knows where has it been." Pansy eyed Phil with disgust.
Draco sighed and decided to take Phil with him after all. Phil could stay in his bedroom while he showered. That would be safer for the ferret.
He barely had reached his bedroom door when Pansy asked, "So this is the pineapple you brought back…"
Draco whirled around to see Pansy reaching the pineapple, and threw himself to stop Pansy, but it was too late. Just when his hand reached the pineapple, she finished, "...from Barcelona?" At the same moment he felt a sharp tug in his belly and he, Phil and Pansy had left the building.
They landed in Potter's garden, Pansy on her back on the ground and Draco on top of her. Phil hissed and jumped out of Draco's arms, scurrying under a shrub to hide. Stunned, Draco sprawled on top of Pansy, who was obviously as stunned because she didn't make a move to push Draco off of her.
"Oh, sorry, did I interrupt something?" Potter's voice asked behind them.
That made Draco roll away from Pansy faster than any punch from Pansy would ever had. Cautiously he met Potter's eyes as he scrambled to his feet and reached his hand out to help Pansy up too.
"Oh, I definitely did interrupt something, although I'd have thought a bed would be a more comfortable place for that kind of activity," Potter said smirking and raising his eyebrows at seeing Draco's clothing. Still in pyjamas. Of course. Draco couldn't help blushing.
"Shut up, Potter. Pansy must have accidentally activated your Portkey. Was it triggered by time or password?"
"Both. If you used it on Friday, you had only to say 'Barcelona' and it'd bring you here. Obviously it worked. Were you planning to have a pyjama party with me? That can be arranged. Where's Phil?"
Hearing his name being mentioned, Phil jumped out of his hiding place and started joyfully bouncing and dancing around Potter's feet. Potter grinned at the ferret and lifted it in his arms. "There you are, Phil. Hello," he cooed. Draco scowled at both of them as if they were the worst kind of traitors.
"Ahem," Pansy cleared her throat. "I was going to take Draco out for lunch, but Barcelona was not what I had in mind. I'm not complaining, though. I know just the perfect restaurant here for lunch. Would you like to join me, Draco? Potter?"
Draco pointedly looked down at his clothing. "In pyjamas? Really, Pans, I don't think so."
Pansy shrugged. "Well, your loss. See you later then." With that she left, Apparating herself to only Merlin knew where.
Draco stood awkwardly as if rooted in place, feeling embarrassed about his appearance. He was still in desperate need of a shower or bath, and looking dishevelled in front of Potter didn't exactly improve his self-esteem.
Then Potter, always the Saviour it seemed, came to his rescue. "Let's go inside. You look as if you could use some private time in a bathroom."
Feeling ridiculously grateful, Draco followed Potter inside the house and to the second floor, where Potter showed him the bathroom.
"Take your time, Draco. I'll leave you some clothes here. I'll be downstairs when you're ready."
Then he left and Draco went to investigate if Potter's bathroom was worth a bath; he had standards after all.
He found some decent bath soap and shampoo which scent wasn't anywhere near what he normally used. The combined scent of pinewood, grass and sea breeze was rather pleasant all the same, and Draco decided to give it a go.
After a long and thorough bath, Draco found the clothes Potter had left for him. Only a few slight modification spells were needed for the clothes to fit him perfectly, and satisfied at his reflection in the mirror he headed downstairs.
Potter was in the kitchen surrounded by delicious scents of lunch.
"Lunch is ready. I don't know about you, but I'm starving." Potter puttered around the kitchen, setting the table for two and checking the food cooking on the stove.
Draco stood in the doorway, gaping at the domestic sight. "You cook?"
"Sometimes. Nothing fancy, though. Spanish potato omelette today. Want to join me for lunch?"
Draco's stomach growled so loudly that it made Potter look up and grin. "I take that as a yes. Come on, take a seat. I'll get the food."
They sat and ate without talking much during the meal. After they had finished eating and Potter cleared the table, Draco opened his mouth. "Thank you. That was… not bad. Where's Phil? I think he needs to be fed, too."
"Thank you, I'm glad you liked it. Phil is out in the garden. I left him a bowl of food there. We can take coffee out there and see what he has been up to."
Draco agreed and soon they were sitting at the garden table, sipping their coffee and watching as Phil scurried around them, clearly excited at being back in the familiar garden.
Draco glanced at Potter who seemed to be enjoying the sunshine and while watching Phil's antics.
"So you are not working today?"
"Nope. Decided to take the day off."
"Have big plans for the weekend?"
"Not exactly. Just thought that you might come visit. Or come to remove your tattoo. It's Friday after all and your Portkey was activated for today. How are your marriage plans going?"
"The marriage is off. No other plans yet."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Want to tell me what happened?"
"Not particularly. It's a long story anyway."
"I have time."
"Well, I don't want to talk about it, all right? Leave it, Potter." Draco was getting annoyed at Potter's insistent curiosity. "I think it's time for me to leave now. Thank you for lunch. Phil, come on, we're going home."
Draco stood up and called again for Phil, who all of a sudden decided to play hide and seek.
"Draco. Don't go." Potter's voice was soft and pleading.
Draco turned to look at him, and the earnest look in Potter's eyes made his stomach flutter. Potter stood so close that his scent wafted into Draco's nose and just then Draco remembered. The scent awoke the arousal and yearning in his body, just like it had that night they'd spent together here in Barcelona, and the realization made Draco's knees weak.
He couldn't help himself and wrapped his arms around Potter and kissed him. Really kissed him. Like snogging the living daylights out of him. Potter made a delicious sound deep in his throat, and that sound went straight to Draco's libido. His whole body was trembling from need as he devoured Potter's mouth, and somewhere in his lust hazed mind he was sure that he'd embarrass himself soon by coming in his pants right there in the middle of Potter's garden in the bright daylight.
Somehow that thought made him sober up and tear himself away from Potter. Only that wasn't so easy when Potter was clinging to him just as tightly, and insistently kissing him back. It was a physical challenge for Draco to step back as he opened his eyes and noticed how enticing Potter looked standing in his embrace, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, and lips red and swollen from their frantic kissing. All he wanted to do was to go back to kissing him, but then he remembered again his thought of embarrassing himself. That wouldn't do. His behaviour since his birthday party had been far from what he expected from himself - what everyone expected from a Malfoy.
"I'm sorry, Potter. I think it's better for both of us if I leave now."
"Why? Did I do something wrong?" Potter was confused.
"No. It's not you. It's me. I've made a fool of myself enough as it is."
"Nonsense. You've been perfect!"
Draco scowled. "Hardly. I've been acting ridiculous, ever since my birthday party, and now I'm a laughingstock for everyone. Including you."
"Now you listen to me, Draco," Potter said seriously and pulled Draco back in his arms. "You may need to act like a Pureblood aristocrat in front of your Pureblood society, but I liked how you acted with me when we were together. There's a big difference at being ridiculous and having fun, and for me, you - we - were having a lot of fun. You can try to deny it all you want and say you didn't have fun back then, but I enjoyed spending time with you. I enjoyed your company so much that I'd love to take you on another date, this time without Devil's Orgasms, and see how much fun we'll have then. I bet we'll have plenty. So, what do you say? Will you go out with me today?"
Draco eyed him cautiously. "I… I don't know. When I saw what happened in the Knotting Hill and your memories of that night, I didn't recognize myself. What if that's not who I really am?"
"But what if that's exactly who you are, but you have never given yourself a chance to be the real you? I know that we have a connection, some sort of chemistry between us, and it would be a shame if we didn't give it a chance. Come on, Draco, it's Friday and you're here, and this was supposed to be our next date. I say we should give it a go. What about you?" Potter's eyes were pleading and his face so earnest that Draco melted.
"Maybe, just maybe, we should try it, once more, and if it doesn't work, then we'll part ways and never bother each other again, okay?"
"I can live with that," Potter said and kissed him again.
Despite what Potter had said about his plans for the weekend, Potter had planned a perfect date for them and all Draco had to do was enjoy the ride. First they went down to the city for a tour where Potter showed him the Barcelona he loved the most.
"I love all the markets here. There are big ones, small ones, and everything in between," Potter explained as they wandered through an antique market which offered a lot of interesting items for Draco to examine. "If you stayed here over the weekend, you'd see a lot more markets which are open only weekends. For example, there's a small but wonderful art market just around the corner from my shop. And in December there's a great Christmas fair that you absolutely must see."
Next they went to the food market, and Draco's mouth watered at all the delicious scents surrounding them. They stopped by a small tapas bar in the middle of the market, and Potter let Draco choose from the wide selection offered there.
"You keep surprising me, Potter," Draco admitted while they enjoyed their tapas and wine, occasionally dropping some pieces for Phil waiting under the table.
"Why is that? And please, would you finally start calling me Harry, just like everyone else?"
"I'm not everyone else, if you haven't noticed," Draco smirked. "All right, Harry. I just thought that you'd live here like a celebrity, enjoying your fame and having people waiting on you hand and foot."
"Are you disappointed that I'm just an ordinary bloke? That I'm trying to live here in peace, far away from all the hassle around me every time I set my foot in Britain?" Harry asked, his shoulders stiffening.
"No, absolutely not! I'm just surprised. And maybe a bit envious that you are free to live your life as you like. I wish I could have the same choice."
"At least you can feel free as long as you're away from your usual circles. Forget your obligations for now and enjoy the day, all right?"
Obviously Harry was enjoying his day so thoroughly that it was contagious. Draco found the joy and excitement growing inside him, and as they wandered toward the next market, his hand found it's way to Harry's. They explored the book market where Harry led them next, hand in hand, admiring all kinds of books on display. Harry even purchased a Muggle book Draco had been very interested in, and as Harry handed it to him, Draco rewarded him with a quick peck on the lips. That made Harry beam and wrap his arm around Draco's waist as they continued their exploring. Phil tried to get jealous and possessive of Draco at first because of their increased proximity, but after some cooing and bribing from Harry he finally settled on Draco's shoulder and curled around his neck for a nap.
They had an early dinner in a small intimate restaurant in the heart of the Gothic quarter. Draco enjoyed his dinner with an exceptionally good appetite, something he hadn't felt for ages, and he had to stop himself from forgetting all his manners and licking his plate clean. Harry didn't order any dessert in the restaurant, promising him a perfect dessert on their way to the location where Harry wanted to crown their date.
They had walked a few blocks when Harry stopped at the street vendor and bought two cones of divine smelling pastries with chocolate sauce.
"What are they?" Draco asked, leaning into his dessert and taking a deep breath of delicious scent. Even Phil craned his neck, trying to get a bite from Draco's portion. Draco snatched his cone away from the greedy ferret.
"Not yet, Phil! I want to taste it first, and then, if there's anything left, you may have a bite," he growled.
"It's called churros, and it is the best snack I've ever had here in Spain. Served with sweet sauce like chocolate it's a perfect dessert. Come on, Phil, I'll let you get some of mine." Harry reached his hand toward Phil, who traitorously abandoned Draco and went for the treat. Draco scowled at Phil, but the delicious dessert soon made him forget Phil's lack of respect for his master.
"What's next?" Draco asked a bit later sucking the last remnants of churros and chocolate from his fingers.
"You still have energy for more? Alright then, I promised you a cable car ride, didn't I?" Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and Phil, and Apparated them away.
"Where are we?" Draco asked when they landed in front of a modern looking building.
"This is the cable car station to Montserrat Mountain. We are just in time for the last ride of the day," Harry explained as he guided them inside the building.
"Hello, Carlos, how are you doing?" he greeted the smiling man at the gate leading to a dangerous looking gondola hanging from a sturdy cable.
"Fine, Harry, everything's fine. My son is doing much better now, thanks to you. Going up?"
"Yes, please. Just the ride up and then back down here. Do you think it would be possible for us to take a dive if we feel up to it?"
"You can have a car of your own. There's not many passengers at this time of the day anymore, so no one will notice if you take a dive or not. Just let me know if you don't get back to the car before it returns here."
"I will. Thanks, Carlos. Come on, Draco, let's get going before it becomes too dark."
Taking Draco's hand, Harry pulled them into the cable car and shut the door. Carlos started the cable car and Draco grabbed Harry's hand tighter as the gondola started to move.
"Are you sure that this is safe?" he asked worriedly.
"It's perfectly safe, I promise. We also have something that the Muggles do not: our brooms."
Harry pulled two shrunken brooms out of his pocket and enlarged them. "We can always fly away if we decide to."
"Now, tell me, what are we doing here?" Draco asked, his curiosity taking over.
"Well, this is one way to reach the Montserrat Mountain and the Monastery located in there, but in my opinion, this is the best way to go there. Just look at the view! Isn't it amazing? This ride lasts only 5 minutes, but in that time we go almost a mile up the mountain. The mountain above the Monastery is a great place for hiking, and the Monastery itself is definitely worth visiting. It would take a full day to explore the whole place, so this time we will only take the ride up and come back down."
"So you've been up here many times? You seemed quite familiar with that Carlos bloke down there."
"Yeah, sometimes I like to come up and spend the whole day here. The Monastery is like a little village, and hiking up the mountain is one of the most relaxing things I've ever done. You should come with me sometimes."
Draco watched out of the window and admired the view. It was breathtaking. Now, at the sunset, everything around them was bathed in the soft fading daylight. The mountain looked as imposing now from near as it had looked when they had started the ride, but not as intimidating anymore.
"Mmm, I'd like that. Maybe someday I can come here again with you," Draco said a bit dreamily.
They arrived at the Monastery, and the size of it made Draco gasp in wonder. It was huge. He wondered if one day would be enough to explore it all. The place looked absolutely interesting and somehow inviting, and Draco made a promise to himself to come back here someday.
They had barely started their ride back down when Draco remembered something. "What did you mean by the dive you talked about with Carlos?"
"Oh, yes, we better do it soon, if we want to do it at all. The best place for it is about halfway down. Did you bring a parachute for Phil?"
"What? No, of course not! I didn't actually plan to come visit you today, remember? What is that dive, anyway?" Draco was getting worried again.
"I'll just cast a sticking charm on Phil, just in case then. The dive is this," Harry explained while casting the charm. Then he grinned at seeing Draco's appalled expression when he opened the door, grabbed his broom and leaned backwards, falling out of the gondola and sinking down, out of sight. Draco couldn't keep himself from shouting in alarm and grabbing his own broom, jumping after Harry, trying to fly fast enough to save him if needed.
Frantically he tried to look down to see where Harry had fallen, but in the rapidly falling darkness he could see nothing. Then, abruptly, he heard laughing next to him.
"It was great, wasn't it? Feeling absolutely free, it's exhilarating! I just love that feeling!" Harry flew closer to Draco, but seeing his face, his grin died on his lips. He barely managed to dodge the hex Draco cast at him, infuriated.
"You insufferable prat! You just couldn't warn me, could you? No, you had to scare me almost to death, you idiot! Wait until I get my hands on you, you stupid stupid… umpf." Draco's yelling stopped as Harry swerved close to him, grabbed him around his neck and kissed him soundly on the lips. Then he turned his broom back up and toward the empty cable car.
"Can't wait for you to get your hands on me, Draco!" he shouted, grinning over his shoulder and gesturing for Draco to follow him into the gondola.
Draco almost didn't follow him, he was so angry, but when Phil tightened his grip around his neck, making his breathing difficult, he decided to go back to the gondola, just for Phil's sake.
Once he was inside, he glared at Harry. "You are the most insufferable idiot I know, Potter!"
"I love you too, Draco," Harry exclaimed cheerily and pulled him into his arms and kissed him.
They were so consumed with kissing each other that they failed to notice that the cable car had stopped, until they heard a loud 'ahem' from the doorway. When they finally managed to tear apart from each other, they noticed Carlos standing by the door, waiting for them to finish snogging and come out.
Draco was embarrassed and flushed, but Harry only chuckled and patted Carlos on the shoulder, "Sorry about that, mate. Thanks for the ride!"
As soon as they got out of the station, Harry Apparated them back to his garden and pulled Draco into his arms again. The rush of adrenaline from their dive still singing in his ears, Draco crushed his lips to Harrys, who responded to it as roughly. The kiss was heated, arousing and insistent and it made Draco melt into it completely. They devoured each other's mouths, exploring, nipping, their tongues touching sometimes with feather light caresses, sometimes with bruising force. Draco's head was swimming in a haze and his arousal made his pants feel much too tight and uncomfortable. He wanted nothing more than to get rid of their clothes and feel Harry's hot skin against his own. Harry seemed to have the same kind of thoughts as he pulled Phil off of Draco's neck and dropped him to the ground, all the while moving them toward the house but never interrupting their frantic kissing.
They managed to get to the front stairs when they stumbled on something soft with extremely sharp nails and voice. "Draco! How dare you leave me here alone! Did you forget all about me?" Pansy's screeching voice cut the air and cooled their heated action more efficiently than a bucket of ice cold water.
"Pans! Where have you been?" Draco asked a bit breathlessly.
"Where have you been?" Pansy mocked. "I told you I'd take you out for lunch, and you didn't want to join me. After lunch I came back here, but you had left. I've been waiting for you here for hours! I should have known that you'd abandon me as soon as Potter laid his eyes on you for the first time! For Merlin's sake, Draco, is this how you treat your friends? First lock them up for the night in a shed and then forget them at your doorstep?"
"This is not my doorstep, Pans," Draco tried to explain, but that only made Pansy angrier.
"I'll show you a doorstep, Draco!" Pansy attacked Draco kicking and clawing.
Draco tried to wrap his arms around Pansy to restrain her, but her flailing hands were not so easily restrained. After he finally managed to get her under control with Harry's help, Draco sported a split lip and a budding bruise on his cheek bone.
"Stop being so difficult, Pansy - you're overreacting," Draco panted as Pansy tried still to struggle in their hold.
"Draco, don't… you're not helping," Harry grunted as he obviously received a good hit from Pansy's sharp elbow.
They should have trusted Phil to save the day, because as soon as Phil came to the rescue and jumped on top of them all, settling on Pansy's head and hissing fiercely, Pansy froze. "Please take that beast away from me, Draco, please, please, please…" she whispered, her eyes screwed tightly shut.
That calmed the situation instantly. Draco took Phil away from Pansy, and Harry ushered them all inside. "Come in, both of you. I think we all need to calm down. How about a cup of tea?"
Draco took Pansy to the sitting room while Harry prepared the tea in the kitchen. Draco cautiously glanced at Pansy, who still looked upset. "What's the matter, Pans? You've been rather sensitive lately, at least more than usual. Is there something wrong?"
"Not exactly wrong, Draco, but I just… just can't stand everything being out of control."
"What do you mean 'out of control'? Nothing is out of control, at least not anymore. Even the birthday party fiasco and the marriage contract are solved now."
"I just don't like that I can't even count on you anymore, that's all. Ever since you started meddling with Potter, you've become reckless. Before him, you'd have never locked me in a shed for the night or abandoned me in a foreign country. Not to mention having Portkeys abducting us abruptly to the other side of the world."
Draco chuckled at Pansy's irritated expression. "You're just complaining because my life has become exciting and unpredictable over the past week, and you are still stuck with your own boring life. A bit jealous, are you?"
Pansy threw a pillow at him. "I'm not jealous! I just don't understand why Potter has such an influence on you. It's been only two dates for you two so far!"
"You better get used to it, Pans. I rather like his influence on me," Draco grinned and dodged another pillow thrown at him just as Harry arrived with a tea tray.
"Getting physical again, are you?" Harry handed them the tea mugs and then sat next to Draco on the sofa, wrapping his other arm around Draco's shoulders. "Let me heal your previous injuries first, okay?" Then he cast a healing charm on Draco's lip and cheekbone, gently caressing the healed skin with his thumb afterwards. Then Harry turned to look at Pansy.
"I'm sorry you were dragged here without your permission, Pansy, but I didn't expect anyone other than Draco to use the Portkey. I have one more Portkey back to London, and you can have it if you want. I will manage until Monday when I can get more Portkeys."
"Thank you, Potter. I'd like to get back home as soon as possible," Pansy said stiffly.
"Let me get it for you then," Harry said standing up and heading to his study. Soon he returned with a book and handed it to Pansy. "It will activate with a password, charming. It will take you in front of my flat in London, but I'm sure you can find your way home from there."
Harry sat back down next to Draco at the same time as Pansy stood up and turned to leave. She turned by the door to look at Draco, her eyebrows raised. "Are you coming, Draco?"
Draco looked at Harry and saw an uncertain look in his eyes. "Would you like for me to stay here?"
"I'd love if you stayed, Draco," Harry said softly.
"Then I'll stay. See you later, Pans."
"What? Draco, there won't be another Portkey until Monday, you heard what Potter said!"
"So what? I don't have any plans for the weekend anyway, so why shouldn't I stay here and see what happens? Go home, Pans, I'll see you after the weekend, all right?"
Pansy huffed in irritation, but then she shrugged. "Do what you want. Still reckless, I see." Then she left.
After the door had closed after her, Harry turned to Draco. "Now, where were we? Oh yes…" And he kissed Draco so thoroughly that Draco's toes curled. In mere seconds Draco was fully aroused again, and he couldn't keep his hands off Harry any more than Harry could keep his hands off Draco. They tried to reach as much bare skin as possible, and in their haste to get there, they couldn't care less if the buttons of their clothes flew around as they tore the other's clothes open.
Draco climbed into Harry's lap, straddling him, and latched onto his pebbled nipple, sucking and laving it with his tongue. Harry moaned, threw his head back and grabbed Draco by his buttocks, kneading them in his hands. Draco rocked his hips and rubbed his bulging erection against Harry's. He started to worry that he would come in his pants soon if Harry didn't take this to his bedroom soon.
"Take me to bed, Harry, and this time your bed. Not mine as you did before, even if I wanted to stay here even then!" Draco panted and kissed him heatedly. Harry only nodded and Apparated them upstairs.
Draco didn't even spare a look at Harry's bedroom, and that was a first. Usually he was very interested in his surroundings, especially when it came to furnishing and decoration. Now he cared only about the fact that Harry's bed was big enough for them to roll around without having to worry about falling.
After they had managed to get rid of the rest of their clothes, Draco rutted shamelessly against Harry, trying impatiently to get more friction for his aching cock. He could feel Harry smiling against his neck.
"Let me get the lube." It took only one moment for Harry to roll off of Draco and reach for the nightstand, but Draco felt the need to protest loudly and haul him back on top of him.
"Don't you dare leave me now," he growled in Harry's ear before he bit down on his shoulder.
Harry chuckled, but then let out a howl as Draco bit him even harder. "All right! I wouldn't even dream about leaving you, I promise!"
Draco rolled them over so he ended on top of Harry, and then dragged his lips and teeth down Harry's body. He kissed and nipped his way down to Harry's crotch, before wrapping his lips tightly around Harry's cock.
"Mmm… so good. Such a… wicked mouth you have… shit, I'm going to come…" Harry panted, and then complained as Draco took his mouth away.
"Why did you stop?"
"I want you to come when I'm inside you. Lube?"
Harry handed him the lube. "You want to top?"
Draco glanced at him briefly as he squeezed some lube onto his palm. "Is that a problem?"
"Absolutely not, I don't mind either way."
"Good. Now...if you'll just…" Draco hummed approvingly as Harry lifted his legs and spread them more to give Draco better access. He prepared Harry as quickly as he could, because he was in desperate need of release, too. When he couldn't hold back anymore, he lined up his cock against Harry's entrance and hoarsely asked, "Ready?"
Harry's half-lidded eyes met his and Harry nodded. "Please."
Draco started to slowly push his cock inside, barely able to keep himself from coming as Harry's tight entrance welcomed him in it's snug heat. He had to take a minute to compose himself after he was fully sheathed before he could start thrusting, going slow and shallow first. Harry urged him to go faster and deeper, but he wanted this to last longer.
Soon it became too much, and as he leaned down to kiss Harry, he breathed against his lips, "Can't keep it slow anymore. Have to let go."
"Do it! Ahh...do it hard!" Harry panted, and Draco did as he was told. He slammed into Harry with such force that he made the headboard hit the wall, but Draco didn't care. He hardly even noticed it, he was too far gone by now.
His thrusts were deep and ruthless, but Harry didn't give him any slack either. Harry met his thrusts with equal force, and after a few more thrusts Draco could feel Harry climaxing, his channel gripping around his cock like a vice. That triggered Draco's own orgasm, making him throw his head back and tumble over the edge with a sharp cry.
Trembling and gasping for air, Draco collapsed on top of Harry, not caring if he crushed him or not with his weight. At least Harry didn't complain so Draco assumed he was fine with it. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and caressed his back and sides softly.
"Wow, that was… amazing," Harry finally managed to speak.
"Yeah. It definitely was worth staying here," Draco grinned and earned a slap to his bum from Harry.
"Any more smug remarks and I'll return the favour by topping you," Harry dared, and Draco decided it best to silence the prat by kissing him so thoroughly that he'd forget such a ridiculous idea.
They spent the weekend mostly in bed or playing with Phil in the garden. Phil refused to stay long inside the house, and as long as he received his food in time, he seemed to be content. Draco was content, too. For the first time in his life he could forget all the demands and obligations required of him, and just focus on loving and being loved just the way he truly was.
On Monday, after the wonderful weekend with Harry, Draco returned home with a smile on his face. He was determined to make it work between him and Harry, no matter the distance. This was too good to be wasted just because of one tiny petty obstacle such as living in different countries. There had to be a solution for that, and Draco would find it.
Six months later:
Draco's eyes followed two men who were mingling in the crowd of Malfoy's New Year's party. Lucius had announced his son's and Harry Potter's engagement a while ago, and now he was introducing his future-son-in-law to his friends and associates with a smug smile on his face.
Things hadn't been so easy when Draco had first told his parents about his plans to marry Harry. Lucius had been appalled and refused to even listen to him at first. Narcissa, on the other hand, had been delighted, and soon she had managed to get Lucius to see the bright side of the marriage.
Another row had occurred, when Harry had refused to let Lucius plan their life ahead for them. Lucius had wanted to force Draco and Harry to take respectable positions high in the hierarchy of the Ministry, so some of the fame and glory would also benefit Lucius and his business. Harry had been adamant at keeping his own lifestyle as it was, and have Draco by his side, free to choose what he wanted to do without his father pushing him. Harry would support him whatever he decided to do. For Draco's freedom, Harry had sacrificed his own privacy, and promised Lucius the privilege to brag as much as he wanted of being the father-in-law of the 'Boy Who Lived' and promising to participate in really important functions where Lucius needed him.
This was one of those functions, and Draco could already see how his father preened under the envious stares of his associates. Things would go quite smoothly for Lucius from now on, Draco thought. His eyes met Harry's for a brief moment, and they shared an amused smile.
Pansy waved for him from the other side of the ballroom, smiling from ear to ear. She had accepted Harry quickly after their adventurous Portkey ride, and after she had seen how happy Draco was with Harry.
Then Draco noticed Blaise and Astoria approaching him, both wearing wide smiles on their faces.
"Congratulations, mate!" Blaise hugged him in manly style and patted him on the back. Astoria reached up to give him a kiss on the cheek and congratulated him in a more subtle way.
"So, when are you going to move back to the Manor? Your father told us that you would," Blaise asked. "Hard to believe that, considering who you will marry."
"Sweet Merlin, no! We are not going to move here, at least not in the near future. Our home is in Barcelona, and when we are in London, we will stay in my flat." Draco was annoyed at his father's manipulation.
"I think it's just your father's wishful thinking," Astoria said soothingly.
"I sure hope so. I need to talk to him about sharing his thoughts with everyone," Draco growled. "So, how are your wedding plans going on?"
"Better now that we finally agreed on the terms of our marriage contract," Blaise grinned. "Astoria's father is a tough negotiatior."
"Don't I know it," Draco grinned and slapped Blaise on the shoulder. "Good luck with that."
Blaise and Astoria moved forward in the crowd, and Draco smiled at remembering how Mr. Greengrass had tried to continue their marriage contract negotiations. Draco wasn't interested any more because of Harry, and Lucius couldn't turn his head. Then Mr. Greengrass had finally listened to his daughter and allowed Blaise to start negotiating for his and Astoria's marriage contract. Blaise had told Draco that Mr. Greengrass had to settle for much less money from the contract than he'd have earned from the Malfoys, and had been very unpleased. However, the word about Draco refusing to continue the negotiations, and Blaise being interested in marrying Astoria, had made all the other Pureblood families back off, and so Mr. Greengrass had been forced to accept Blaise's conditions. Needless to say that Lucius had been gloating.
Draco jumped as arms wrapped around his waist from behind. "I'm beginning to think that eloping is our best chance to survive the wedding," Harry's voice murmured in his ear. "Your father is insatiable for attention."
"I can think of another kind of insatiableness when thinking about my fiancé," Draco grinned and gave a quick peck on Harry's lips. Then he kissed him again, this time more deeply, just because he could. "Come along, love, I know a perfect place where we can be alone for a while."
Harry's eyes brightened, and Draco couldn't help but laugh out loud. He was happy and not afraid to show it in front of everyone. Ever again.
The End
