Once home, Harry bathed, and then dithered around his bedroom. All of the sudden he didn't know what he was doing. He was going to spend the night with Draco Malfoy and not just in his dreams. This wasn't like last night either, because this time Draco would be sober and expecting sex. Should he put on his pajamas and pack his work clothes? Or should he put back on his regular clothes, and pack his pajamas and his work clothes? It was weird showing up somewhere in pajamas, but they were just going to bed, weren't they? Why should he put his regular clothes back on after his bath, if they were just going to come right off again? He could floo straight into Draco's house, so he didn't need to dress properly. But then the pajamas would be coming off too…
In the end, Harry opted for putting his regular clothes on and packing the rest. He didn't know if he could floo directly into Draco's room. Draco did not live alone, so there was a chance Narcissa, the children, or the elves might see Harry arrive. If they did, he didn't want to be caught in his pajamas sneaking into Draco's bedroom.
Harry felt like an eleven-year-old sneaking around the corridors of Hogwarts as he flooed into the Manor's deserted drawing room. No elves greeted him and he didn't see anyone, so he made his way up to Draco's room alone. The bedroom was empty, but he'd barely chosen a spot to set his overnight bag before Draco came in.
"Sorry I'm late, bedtime stories," Draco explained, making his way to the in suite bathroom.
Draco left the bathroom door open as he brushed and flossed. Harry approached nervously and decided to ask about the children, to take his mind off of what they were about to do. "Do you read them bedtime stories every night?"
Draco nodded and answered, "For the most part, unless I'm away. Scorp thinks he's too old and reads to himself, but Nysus and Cori let me read to them."
"You're a really good father." Harry felt better about the situation now that he knew how good a father Draco was. Not only did Draco spend a lot of time with the children, but also was raising them to be pro-muggle. Harry smiled as he thought back to Draco's line about muggle being people too; that was the type of thing he was glad to know his children were learning. He'd rather have known his children from the beginning, but he couldn't change the past, and at least Draco was raising them better than Draco had been raised.
"I try to be," Draco replied, putting down his toothbrush. He rinsed his mouth and dried his hands, before turning to Harry. "I try to make up for them not having a mother. I never for a moment considered that you would be so good about this. If I had known you would take it this well, I would have told you in the first place. I'm really sorry I didn't. I shouldn't have kept them from you. That wasn't fair to you."
"I've made mistakes too. I should never have hit you. I can't believe I broke your rib."
"And my arm. The arm was worse."
"Did you really let muggle doctors treat your broken arm?"
Draco nodded and answered, "I had to. I couldn't exactly go into St. Mungo's and explain that I was an unregistered Incubus and that my victim broke my arm in a dream, could I?"
"If I was really hurting you, why didn't you ever fight back? Why did you let me hit you in that cell? You had to be taken to hospital, but I didn't have a scratch on me when I woke up."
"If I touched you, then you would have woken up with marks and realized that it was more than a dream. I couldn't risk you asking questions."
"So you just let me beat the living daylights out of you?" Harry asked incredulously. "Can you ever forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive. I started it. I wanted to fight, so I pressed your buttons and egged you on."
"Why would you do that, if you knew you couldn't fight back?"
Draco shrugged. "Sometimes a one-sided fight with you is better than no fight at all. I was angry."
"And you didn't know I'd lose control and break your rib like that. Nysus is right, I'm a monster." Harry's tone was self-deprecating.
Draco sighed and replied, "You don't listen very well do you? I started it. I wanted it. I am the Incubus, not you. I entered your dream. I could have left anytime I wanted; I just didn't have the will to leave you alone."
"You could have left the dream at any time and you didn't? What is wrong with you?"
"Like I said, sometimes a one-sided fight with you is better than nothing. My mother thinks I must have masochistic tendencies to pick someone like you. She's always saying I should find someone more attainable and settle down. The problem is that I've never wanted anyone more than I want you."
"You want me? Really?" To this day Harry still had trouble believing someone could really love him. The fans just wanted to be near him because he was famous, they didn't know him. His friends and the Weasleys loved him, but they were different. His love life was a dismal failure and that took its toll on his self-esteem.
"Yes, I love you," Draco admitted, taking Harry's hand in his.
"Why?"
"Fishing for compliments, Potter? That's not like you. You're supposed to say it back," Draco teased.
"Opps, sorry. Ah, I love you too. It's just that, er, how can you love me after what I did to you?"
"How can you love me after everything I've done to you?" Draco turned the question back on Harry.
"You mean keeping the children from me?" Harry asked for clarification, because there was a lot of negative history between them and there was a chance Draco was referring to something from their schooldays. Draco nodded. "Well you had your reasons and you've taken good care of them. If I'd come here and found you teaching them to follow in your father's footsteps and ignoring them half the time, then I'd be pissed. But you didn't; you loved them and have been doing your best. You made a mistake and you're trying to make up for it."
"You made a mistake too. And unlike me, you were sleeping the entire time. I cannot exactly expect you to make the best decisions when you are sound asleep, now can I?"
Harry just shrugged, not willing to set aside his guilt. It seemed like a cop out to blame his actions on the dream, because he thought he would've acted similarly if he'd been awake.
"Now will you take me to bed or are we going to stay up talking all night?" Draco asked.
"I'll take you to bed, but I need to know where this is going. You can't just disappear without a word again. I want a real relationship, not just sex," Harry insisted.
Draco gulped. Now it was his turn to be self-deprecating. "You want that with me?"
"Yes, of course. The question is do you want me too?"
Draco nodded and answered, "Yes, very much so. What, exactly, are your expectations of me?" He wanted to be clear, because he didn't want to give Harry any excuses to break things off with him. Whatever Harry expected, he was going to live up to it.
"You know, all the typical stuff." Harry went on to describe what he thought of as the typical monogamous boyfriend relationship. There were a couple of additional things he added, such as not speaking to reporters about him or the children without clearing it with him first and regular visits to the Weasleys.
"I suppose that includes Ronald Weasley and his wife," Draco drawled.
"Yeah, it does. You know their daughter Rose is the same age as Cori. Maybe we could arrange a playdate," Harry suggested. He knew Ron would be willing to bring Rose, but odds were Hermione would stay home with baby Hugo, who was only a month old. Hermione was always exhausted these days from having to get up two or three times every night. That was probably why he hadn't received an owl from her asking what was going on with him and Draco yet; she was too tired to notice.
"I suppose Rose is like a miniature version of her mother, but with red hair."
"Mostly, except she does love to fly and Hermione prefers to stay on the ground."
"She'll take charge and boss Cori around. See, I was hoping to find some kids more like Vince and Greg for her to play with. Someone who won't boss her around and who will let her come out of her shell," Draco said, sounding concerned.
"Vince and Greg were morons. I'd rather her be friends with Rose. I'm sure Cori will learn to hold her own."
"I don't know…"
"Are you really that worried about her shyness, Draco?" Harry asked, studying the worried expression on Draco's face.
"Yes. It's not normal. Whoever heard of a shy Malfoy?"
"She's only three. I'm sure she'll grow out of it."
"Maybe."
"Good. So back to the part about you being my boyfriend…" Harry hedged, because Draco didn't really give him an answer.
"Yes, as long as you meet a few demands of my own," Draco drawled.
"What?"
"Let's see, cover for me when it comes to being an Incubus, put up with my friends, attend yearly family functions with my extended family, including the pureblood fanatics who even I cannot stand, and most importantly, fuck my brains out on a regular basis, starting tonight."
"Aren't all of the Death Eaters in your family locked up or dead?" Harry asked.
"Not all of them." Draco held up his left forearm, letting his sleeve fall back to show the skin that had once contained the hideous Dark Mark. He could still feel it there, but it had faded and disappeared into his skin after the Dark Lord's death.
"You don't count," Harry said, taking Draco's hand and pulling it towards his mouth. He pressed a gentle kiss to the region where he knew the tattoo was hidden.
"I take it that you are willing to comply with my conditions, starting with fucking my brains out?" Draco asked, stepping closer to Harry and pushing his body up against the other wizard.
Harry nodded, wrapping his arms around Draco. He angled his head up, going onto his tiptoes to press his lips to Draco's lips, initiating a steaming hot kiss, making him swoon. He'd been closing the height gap between them during the war, but after the war Draco had continued to grow and he had not. Thus Draco was back to being a good four inches taller. Normally he was embarrassed by his short stature, but he did enjoy being in the arms of a taller man, so being short had its advantages.
Without breaking the kiss, Draco slowly walked them to the bed, his hands entangling in Harry's messy mop of hair. He gently tugged on Harry's hair as he lowered his body to the bed and Harry followed after. Once on the bed, he broke away to reach for his wand on the bedside table. They were both hard and ready to go, so he cast a few cleansing spells on himself and then a pair of stretching and lubricating charms.
Harry took the chance to pull his shirt off over his head and shuck out of his shoes and trousers. He stumbled a bit as his feet got stuck in his trouser legs. Then he heard the last of the charms. He reached an arm out to Draco's wand arm to stop the other wizard and said, "Draco, wait."
Draco looked up at Harry and asked, "What? Did you want to do it yourself?"
Harry shrugged, because he did like to take it slow and do things by hand, but that wasn't why he stopped Draco. "Um, it's just that, er, I know that you said in the beginning that you only like to, ah, bottom, but, er, you told me the other day…that you have to bottom so that you won't, um, get me pregnant. And, ah, we don't have to worry about that this time, because we are going to use protection, right?"
"Yes, I went out two days ago and bought something the muggles call 'con-dumbs'. You have to put one on your junk when you're in me, but it's supposed to physically block your sperm from impregnating me. Contraceptive potions are better, of course, but they don't work on Incubi, so it's 'con-dumbs' or another baby." As Draco spoke, he first summoned an extra-large pack of condoms and then started stripping off his robes and other clothing, revealing a well-toned body. He was long and lanky with muscles in all of the right places.
"You could put on the condom and then you could, ah, top me. You know, if you, er, want to, that is," Harry said nervously fiddling with his finger nails in order to avoid making eye contact during this awkward conversation.
Draco looked at Harry then, absently tossing the last of his clothing, a sock, onto the floor. He waited until Harry looked at him, before he spoke. "Harry, if that is something you need from a relationship, then I promise I will try, but you need to give me time to work up to it. It's just that I've had nothing but a series of bad experiences with that and I'd rather not do it again. I would try it for you, if you need me to, but really I am much more comfortable with things staying the way they've always been between us. Being awake is enough of a change for our first time, don't you think?"
It wasn't that Harry felt a particular need to bottom. He preferred to top and did so most of the time, but whenever one of his boyfriends was in the mood to top, he'd take his turn on the bottom. He didn't mind it, but he didn't enjoy it as much as he did topping. Because he couldn't imagine going without it, he couldn't imagine anyone else doing so either. But he wasn't going to force it on Draco. "Yeah, okay. I don't actually want to bottom, but, um, if you ever want to top, then ah, all you have to do is, er, ask."
"Duly noted. Do you happen to know how to use a 'con-dumb,' then? The shop-keeper looked at me like I was crazy when I asked for a demonstration."
"Um, yeah, I do…" Harry admitted, taking the package to open.
"Good. Now shut up and fuck me," Draco said, pulling Harry down to the bed by the neck.
"Yes sir," Harry muttered into Draco's lips.
Draco pulled back from Harry just enough to say, "It's yes, my Lord." Then Draco's head snapped to the left and he began to stretch the muscles in his neck, his jaw angling up, down, to the right, and then back to the left. At the same time, his eyes glassed over as raw need overtook his mind and all he could think about was sex.
It was a move Harry had seen many times before, but never had his mind registered the sight. Here he was, having spent years as an Auror and immune to most forms of mind control, but in his dreams, he had obeyed the silent force urging him to pay no mind to the tell-tale tick of an Incubus; if he had, he would've known all along what Draco was. He could feel the image slipping away from him, failing to imprint on his memory, but this time he had enough control over himself to grab hold of it. He wasn't going to forget it again. This time he was going to remember every last detail.
"Yes, my Lord," Harry parroted back, before capturing Draco's lower lip between his own.
They kissed until they felt woozy from blood rushing south and broke apart panting for breath. Harry recovered first and found one of several condoms that had spilled out of the package onto the bed.
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Author's Note: Sorry for the delay. The cold weather set off my auto-immune disease and I've been bed ridden for almost a week.
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